#sol badguy x reader

[xinsareforever]

Sol Badguy and Baiken datting an silly(naive idiot) reader

Sol Badguy x GN! reader /Baiken x GN! reader

Topic: them dating a silly reader

Tags: fluff

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-Sol would act like he’s annoyed by your naivety, constantly grumbling about how you get into dumb situations or trust the wrong people. “How did you even fall for that?” he’d mutter, rolling his eyes. But deep down, he finds your innocence oddly endearing, and he’ll always step in when things get too serious. Despite his tough exterior, Sol is quick to handle any threats or danger you stumble into, silently protecting you.

- Sol knows you're not the sharpest when it comes to tricky situations, so he'd teach you in his own rough way. “You can’t just believe everything you hear, dumbass,” he’d say while giving you pointers on how to handle yourself. He’s not the soft, hand-holding type, but every lesson comes with a level of care. He’ll shake his head with a smirk, knowing full well you might still mess up.

- Sol doesn’t express his feelings with words easily, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll gruffly pull you close after a long day, ruffling your hair as you naively babble about some random thing that amused you. He secretly enjoys your innocence, though he’d never admit it, preferring to let out a low, grumbly, “You’re lucky I like you,” before hugging you tighter.

-Sol would be sarcastic when dealing with your silliness, often making dry remarks like, “Why do I even bother?” But whenever you’re genuinely upset or confused, his softer side shows. He’ll put an arm around you and mutter something reassuring, like, “Just don’t overthink it, you’ll be fine.” Even if he sounds grumpy, his protective nature never wavers.

– Baiken is constantly baffled by how naive you can be. “How do you survive like this?” she’d groan, arms crossed. But despite her tough, no-nonsense demeanor, she’s surprisingly patient with you. She’ll sigh in exasperation whenever you get yourself into trouble, but she’ll always swoop in to rescue you with an “Ugh, idiot…”

– Baiken isn’t one to coddle you; she’d rather toughen you up. If you do something foolish, expect a scolding. “You need to stop being so damn gullible,” she’d say, giving you a light thump on the head. But then she’d pull you in for a brief, tight hug, muttering, “I just don’t want you getting hurt, alright?”

– While Baiken tries to maintain her rough exterior, she has a huge soft spot for your innocence. She finds it oddly refreshing compared to the harsh world she’s used to. When you say or do something ridiculously naive, she’ll shake her head with a fond smile. She won’t let you see how much she cares too often, but you’ll catch her gently brushing your hair back when she thinks you’re not looking.

– Baiken is sharp-tongued, so expect a lot of playful arguments. If you get too caught up in something silly, she’ll cut in with a deadpan, “You’re really an idiot sometimes, you know that?” But beneath her teasing, there’s always a spark of affection. She secretly loves how you bring light into her life, even if she pretends to be annoyed by it.

– Baiken wouldn’t tolerate anyone trying to take advantage of your naivety. If someone tries to trick or hurt you, they’ll have to face her wrath. “You’re messing with the wrong person,” she’d growl, stepping in between you and danger without a second thought. She might be harsh, but she’s fiercely protective of you and would fight to keep you safe.

[harventheblorbo]

Can i request Sol Badguy headcanons? Mostly fluff for a birthday celebration! Its for my sisters sincxee her birthday was in dec 29 actually😅

How Sol Badguy would celebrate your birthday!

He won't go too overboard about it, but he'll do his best to make you feel just a little more special then usual. He might forget your birthday until you mention it to him a week or two before hand, and then he'll start thinking about what to do.

He won't over do it, but there is definitely a lot of thought behind what he does for you on your birthday. It's definitely something small, yet holes so much meaning but he'll be so casual about it like:

"Remember that restaurant you said you liked a year ago? Yeah we're going there, no arguing." and of course being a bounty hunter, he definitely has more then enough money to buy you the food. He'll say a snarky remark about how he's having to pay for everything yet the moment you mention you'll the to buy something he'll just shut it down with a firm. "No."

after the restaurant, he is definitely dragging you to the couch to watch a movie. Even if it's something he doesn't particularly like, he'll just watch it with you to have an excuse to sling his arm around your shoulder as you watch a movie.

He won't do anything too particularly big on a cake since he gets quite annoyed quickly with the attention and loud singing, so he'll give you a piece of your favorite kind of cake and just smiles when he sees your face lights up. But if you dare point out his soft smile or smirk, he'll just return back to his grumpy frown and deny it.

For gifts he'll give you something small or he'll give you something you've been talking to him about a lot and wanting. He won't go too overboard with it as well but he definitely trys to make the moment special and intimate.

And if you ask him, he'll take you on a ride on his motorcycle. Normally he doesn't let you since he complains and uses the excuse that you have your own vehicle, but since it's your birthday, he'll ride you around for a while to enjoy the wind before winding down at home.

[arachne4]

Can I request Yandere sol badguy sfw and nsfw hcs?

yandere! sol badguy x reader

gn used in both sections

cw: yandere, marking, praise, breeding mentions

a/n: new format because I forgor my old one

SFW

It'd probably take a while for sol to even realize he likes you like that. He's already pretty wary considering how he had to kill his wife twice, and having to kill another one of his partners doesn't seem that great.

When it gets too unbearable to deny his feelings, he starts to make moves. Flirting here and there, a gift of something you've been looking for for a while but never told sol about. And most of all, acts of service. Sol was a househusband at some point, it's practically dog trained into him to do things like that for his partner.

He starts to be very overprotective after a while, it's unbearable the way he's practically breathing down your neck anytime you're bounty hunting with him or just doing anything really. He's just lonely and has never had someone bounty hunt with him is all!

NSFW

I see him as mainly a top, though he could probably bottom if you ask him nice enough.

More like a service top if anything, but he still enjoys being a tease. Though he does care about your pleasure more than his.

Wants to fuck his cum deep in your, male or female. Gots a strong urge to fuck you full of his cum. He's probably got insane stamina too being that he's a gear, could probably go on for ages

Likes to mark you up, sinking his teeth into your neck and shoulders whenever he can. Also loves to praise you, tell you how good you take his cock and how he loves you. He'd be pretty sweet in bed I think, he could get rough if you want him to, but he also likes it gentle.

Probably isn't the best at after care, he doesn't pass out afterwards, but he doesn't really think to clean you up and just cuddles you. Very soft very warm

[subhumanselflover]

please .. nsfw sol or robo ky headcanons .. im sooo hungry..

note: i'm not quite sure how to write either of them quite yet.. but i'll never learn if i don't try at least a bit!! i hope these turn out good :3 i'm sorry if these are a bit vague, but if you want something more specific, absolutely feel free to send another request!!

Sol Badguy and Robo-Ky NSFW Headcanons!

Sol Badguy

Sol is very much dominant. I can't imagine a context where he'd act submissive.

Rough and sort of vulgar, but all things considered for him, that's unsurprising.

Definitely hung, that's for sure.

He is capable of being gentle during sex though, it's just a matter of what you're both feeling, really.

Loves to tease you (both verbally and physically) and overstimulate you as well. Just likes to see what you can take.

Robo-Ky

Service dom. I don't think Robo-Ky has much of a purpose for sexual pleasure, but enjoys making you feel good.

Sorry if this sounds comical but I headcanon that Robo-Ky can switch out genitalia as he wants. Just for funsies, because of robot stuff.

So basically, prepare to get adventurous with him.

Compliments your body a lottt, probably sort of heavy on praise.

Will probably try anything you want. Pretty willing to experiment.

[bitebitesnap]

What Are You

Does anyone remember that time I said I had an AU for Guilty Gear? Yeah I don't really have much of an explanation for this beyond it was a test of that AU that I wanted to write that;s evolved into...this.

So yeah um, this has been sitting in my drafts for -checks notes- at least a few months??? I really wanted to get it out much earlier than now but tbh I'm just glad it's finally done so have this nearly 3000 word thing before I overthink it.

Heat burned in his eyes and throughout his chest. Smoky embers rolled through his throat, coating his tongue in ash and soot. Strain filtered through his forearms, resting hot on the shoulder. He shoved harder, grip tight around the wrench.

Absolutely nothing. The bolt remained as steadfast as any rusty piece of crap would be from lack of care.

His brow pinched tight. A deep frustrated breath heaved in his chest as a trickle of sweat rolled down his temple, "Hng...dammit.." He tugs the wrench free, staring at the thing with a harsh scowl.

"Still struggling down there, hothead?"

He rolled his eyes almost good naturedly-not that you could see, "Shut up. I'm making progress, quite making fun of me." He brushed the back of his hand against his cheek, smearing something viscous but he ignored it. The headband had been an oversight, as he meant to take it off before getting under his little project, but at least the leather kept the sweat out of his eyes

You still laughed at him while kicking your feet, "Maybe I will when you're not getting covered in grease and let us both get something to eat for once!"

He huffed, "It's not that simple. Can;t just force the damn thing, it takes a careful touch. One wrong move and," Metal pings sharply right into his ear, but it proves his point as the exhaust rocks softly against his flick, "This thing goes right into my face."

He hears your hair rustle as you push it behind your ear nonchalantly, "And? You've been punched real hard by a car once."

"Got hit by a car."

"Semantics aren't important." Your shadow on the wall waves off his scoff, "You'll be fine."

"I will. This won't." He picks up the end of the topic of discussion to hold it out from underneath the motorcycle, "This thing was half a month's payment to get and I don't feel like remaking it. And the manufacturer is out of business for the rest of the year, so there's no replacement either." The recently polished pipe squeaks as he props it back onto his shoulder, hanging precariously just over his face.

The singular reason why it couldn't just be pushed out of his way was staring him in the face with all it's rusted stubbornness-a joint from the old exhaust kit still set in place. He'd left it when first starting since it wasn't too important yet, but now he kind of wished he did. The rust had soldered the bolt into the frame and he couldn't replace that without completely fucking up the whole shape of the bike. If the section he was on wasn't a support brace he wouldn't have been worried about it, but there it was right in his face like a fist to the nose and here he was trying to fix it.

To add insult to injury it was quarter past noon, right in the heat of the day. The sunlight from the garage's ratty window was like a branding pole right across his chest, not held back in the slightest by the missing slats in the already broken blinds. He'd already sweat through his one good shirt-thankful for the one time he thought ahead and took off his vest for 'safety reasons' that only meant for the jacket to sustain the least amount of damage possible.

"Yeah fair enough on that end I guess." Your small sigh stills his hand before he can pick up the wrench again, "The Dragoons have been getting worse." And he almost rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath.

Dragoons. Half human, half dragon. Monsters in the form of men that only knew destruction. The reason for the current lockdown that pushed him off the King's work list for a while. For his own sake, he said.

Bullshit.

His grip on the wrench tightened, "Yeah. Like always." The frame creaked a bit as he pushed himself into place, the old wheels on the cart he laid on rattling under his back, "Bastards love to make things worse whenever they crawl out of their holes." Like keep him from getting an actual set of jacks for the bike over his head and leaving him to resort to ram-shackling the thing on top of scrap and a pile of real thick phone books.

You only hummed. The tips of your steel toed boots flicked in and out from behind the front wheel. You;d sat yourself on one of the many old crates he had yet to haul out of this old garage, leaning back and kicking up your heels like you owned the place. He didn;t doubt you came without your phone, which he did hear you tap away on again once you stopped answering. So he turned back to the subject in his hands-a stubborn bolt that refused to move.

It was after a few minutes of him quietly struggling to himself that you spoke up, clearly bored with whatever you had been entertaining yourself with before, "Though it's kind of confusing to me." He lets out a tight hum for you continue, "How are you different?"

He grunts through his teeth-damn this thing refused to move, "Different? The Hell are you on about?"

"I mean." You hesitate, huffing as you gather your bearings, "Why aren't you?" Your heels tap against the crate as you swing them.

"Why aren't I what? Just say it." He let too much aggression slip as he tried again to make the bolt just fucking move. Fucking Hell, he was moments away from just wrenching the whole lot off and calling it a day. Support frame be damned he wasn't dealing with this for much longer.

"Dangerous. Like the other Dragoons."

Immediately tension locks his hands into place, wrench handle digging into his palm. Ice pours into his veins as if the sun decided it wasn't summer anymore and slipped right into winter. Wide eyes glance towards where you sat, frantic, "What."

If his bark affected you there was no way he could tell from where he sat. Your boots shuffled against the crate, steel lined heels clacking together, “You have the Dragon Install, which is a Dragoon ability. The marks on your neck are a dead give away, too. You're also stubborn, short tempered, and itching for a fight at a moments notice. Just like one of them.” Each finger he heard you flick out made his shoulders flinch almost imperceptibly to you, but for him he felt each one like a tick of a clock.

A self conscious hand left the wrench to brush along the stripes decorating the sides of his neck and throat, normally covered by the jacket's collar. The jacket he had stupidly tossed aside so he could drag himself underneath his project without worry. Right.

Fuck him.

He forced his hand back onto the wrench. Change topic, change topic, ”Dragoons are assholes that can't keep their heads on long enough to hold a conversation. Mostly they're known for their rampant destruction of a lot of big cities.“ Frantic he scanned around for something, anything to busy his other hand with so you wouldn't notice his pause-or at least hopefully, you'd brush it off and move on like he did, ”You did go to school at one point right.“ The question wasn't as smooth as he wanted it to be but it would have to do as he rummaged in the junk next to him.

You picked up the topic change. He knew you did. The sudden lurch forwards was perfectly aligned with the indignant scowl you always gave him when he prodded at your intelligence ”Hey I was homeschooled, asshole. I know enough.“

A little huff pulled the corner of his mouth, "Ya sure about that? I remember having to tell you about the older generations of that tech menace you call a phone." Pliers found his hand and lifted out of the mess on the floor. Without thinking too much on it he clasped the teeth around the wrench's handle.

"And? I didn;t take tech classes in college, along with half the population in the city." Your shadow waves away the comment and sweeps towards the door well out of his line of sight.

He leers at your image, grip tightening as he pushed, "You. College. Really."

"Yes really, jackass. I did manage to get in like every other half-baked professional we work with."

”Not to get anything better than a-“ Metal snapped much too loudly and right into his face, ”FUCK-! Shit….dammit.“ The bitter taste of now twisted steel bit at his tongue as the flecks scattered onto the garage floor beneath him. Even the wrench flung itself away as if to escape blame while it clattered along the floor.

”You good down there?“

”Yeah..Just fucked it up.“ He brushed the metal off his face as best he could, though a faint sting laced his eyes, ”Nothing new down here. Old piece of shit still has it out for me.“ With a scowl towards the skeletal frame braced above him he assessed the damage.

While the frame had been scraped bad, nothing was too out of order. The bolt's remains fell out of the socket with a tug from the pliers still in his hand, a mangled mess of threaded steel reduced to just a nub. He didn't really care where the rest of it went-with his luck it exploded from the force he exherted, which was fantastic. With the exhaust pipe in the other hand he shoved it up further under the chasis until it braced onto the floor over his head-not an ideal place for it, granted, as it could twist up the metal in some way, but it was better than on him or lost in the mess that was this garage's floor.

But it was your snickering that made him shove against his bike's suspended frame, the cart’s wheels rattling beneath him as he looked at you with a deep frown, ”Shut the Hell up, asshole.“ Slowly sitting up he scrubbed his very likely grease covered fingers over his eyes, probably smearing black over his face in the process, ”You don't even care that I got metal in my eyes, do you?”

You just grinned at him, leather jacket squeaking as you shrugged, “Nah, I know you're fine. Not like I haven't seen you deal with worse.” Your gaze stays on him even though he gives you a glare, narrowing onto that smug little tilt of your lips for a bit too long while you go back to picking at the peeling patch on your arm.

He grunts, getting up from the cart, “Ya sure about that, runt? Could have got a real big shard in my eye and you would be laughing about it. Real mature of you to make fun of me while I could be bleeding on the floor.” Damn, his neck ached. Granted he was laying down for longer than normal, but it rarely got this bad. It pulled on his shoulders while he rested a hand over the knot at the base of his neck and tugged hard-the nice pop rolling through his spine deeply satisfying.

“But you wouldn't because Dragoons don't get hurt that easily.”

He huffed, long and loud. Again with that. “I told you, I;m not a Dragoon.” Dropping the bolt into the scrap pile he starts digging into the drawers of a donated file cabinet that was being filled with anything but, “I'm not a mindless freak like they are.”

Perhaps you felt merciful today because once his sharp retort left him you fell silent. A small victory. Unfortunately the natural desire to ignore the current problem now left him painfully aware of just how bad he’d let this borrowed garage get. The file cabinet was the oldest piece he had-a surprising feat, as the building was at least a few decades- filled with more rust than whatever he had that had spent too much time lying around on the floor and needed a place to be stuffed into. And it's convenience was also the problem-there was more than just spare bolts in this thing. It was practically bursting with random crap he didn’t need when he had it but didn’t want to deal with. It was less an organization method and more a way to ignore the mess.

And clearly, an excuse not to continue the topic.

He'd never admit to the unease roiling in his gut. Waiting was not his thing-neither was digging through old crap in the waning hope you'd drop the idea niggling in your head for something he wanted to be bothered by.

”So.“

But you were, in fact, the most stubborn human being he's ever met.

He sighed, rolling his head back behind his shoulders, “What now.” He grumbled, hand still halfway into a new drawer.

“I'm getting to it, jerk, give me a second” Again he snorted as you huffed. But when you weren't immediately going down another one of your common rantings about the king you both worked under-which would be a blessing in this case, he'd take anything else right now-he grew wary.

Yet you continued.

”I know of the dragons. Big ugly things that come from the rifts to the Otherside, some unknown dimension parallel to our own where it's similar but wrong in a way.” Your boots tamp onto the concrete as you hop off the crate, ”People think that humans were there once from relics, but it;s possible the dragons either ate them all or did something to get rid of them.“ Steps clunk across the garage floor as you approached slowly, almost cautiously, “I know you're not a dragon. That much is obvious." He rolled his eyes, "You've also stated that you're not a Dragoon, but you have a lot of similar abilities that Dragoons have-short temper, brash personality, preference towards destruction and the like.” His ears twitch at each finger you flick out, repeating the count you’d made before, “Yet at the same time you have control over your rage. Instead of reaping havoc, you direct it, almost like a gun, towards whoever you're fighting. In fact I don't think I've ever seen you get super angry at anything that isn’t that hunk of junk you call a project over there.” Air swishes, like you'd tossed a thumb over your shoulder.

He’s frozen in place, staring blankly at the cabinet. It’s all too much. How had he not noticed how closely you were paying attention. How well you’d been watching his every move-sure, he couldn’t exactly call you a slacker, but you’d rarely made it feel like you were a threat.

And yet he should have. It was written in your title, your name.

Hunter. Dragon Killer.

Harmless wasn’t in the job description.

But…could he really call you dangerous? Yes, you’d read out his failed cover up like a book on a shelf, but it wasn’t with malice or even disappointment. Though you sounded a bit exasperated, it wasn’t what stood out-just a backdrop to something softer, lighter despite the weight of them. Something almost like…

Curiosity.

“So my question is, if you're not a dragon, or even a Dragoon, then…” A subtle shift of your hair as if  you’d tilted your head makes his breath catch in his chest, ”..What are you?“

The words are there. They stick in his throat like honey-sweet, sickly so, a coat of lies he could use to cover the whole truth and hide it away before it's ever known. He could speak them now, cover his back and run away again.

But he can't. He's already gone too far. Said too much, let you in too soon. If he backed out now, it would only make it worse for the both of you. In his eyes, there’s two ways this can go. Either you get it from him, or you take the unbelievably stupid risk of finding someone else to answer-neither of which are on his good list of ideas.

Well, at least one was a definite no-go. The other not so much, but he couldn't guarantee how flaky he could get.

Instead he sighs. Air hotter than the setting sun boils against his lips, what little condensation a desert could procure steaming away before his face in a puff. With a collecting breath he turns, face carefully neutral. The aged black shirt stretches to accommodate the tight cords of muscle as he crosses his arms, workbench creaking as he leans back against it.

Looking you in the eye he forces the words to leave his lips, ”A Drago.“

He sees the gears in your head working. Little flicks of confusion as you glance about, unsure whether to maintain his intense stare or gather information yourself by whatever he'd hung up on the walls. But the garage's scattered remnants of memorabilia wouldn't elaborate on his words, thus forcing you to turn back to him. And with a soft swallow, you ask the words he didn't want to answer yet knew he had to, ”…What's a Drago.“

And here it would fall apart.

”A dragon turned human.“

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Can i request anji and sol having a s/o that is very short but has a gigantic sword as their weapon?

-Anji is somewhat impressed and confused. Impressed on you being able to control the weapon without no issue. But, confused how you do it. He does have his large fans, but they're light to use. But, your sword is the size of you.

-Anji would attempt to lift your sword. He barely was able to lift it off the ground, which it even more impressive you wield it effortlessly. You lifted it without breaking a sweat, which Anji made Anji look at you impressed.

-Anji realized, that he could get your help with his business. So, he got you to bend wood, for the umbrellas, carry heavier glass and wood around, not to mention whenever something needed lifted he always goes to you.

-Similar to Anji, Sol would be both impressed and confused to how you were handling the large sword with ease. Sol decided not to mention it, but he did praise you for being able handle it.

-One time Sol left his sword unattended, which made you get a idea. You picked up his sword in your other hand, dual wielding two large swords now. You felt like an badass, as you did some practice swings and poses with the swords. Sol found you messing around with his sword. He wanted to say something, but he found it adorable. So, he let you play with it for a little while longer.

-Sol quite easily carried your sword. But, he did recognize it was pretty heavy. You being so small, made it all the more impressive that you used it without a problem. He started to workout with you, just to see what kinds of weights you were using to handle the sword.

[paintalyx]

sometimes enough time passes from when i've last engaged with canon for some media that i forget that some character is not actually canonically trans and i get so confused when someone doesn't interpret them that way

[implied-gay-sex]

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[vatsunara]

Ottar x Reader

Ottar from Is It Wrong To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon. Where his fics be~!!!!!????????? 6'11 all muscle so you bout to get a work out! Yet after care is on point because he's also really nice! Wwwwhhhhheeeeerrrrrrreeeeeeee~?????????

[denjis-chainsaws]

Sources & Characters

Long list, so it's going under the readmore!! If a source or character is not listed on here, I will NOT write for them! Only because I live under a rock and take forever to get into new stuff and get comfortable with a character enough to write them.

I'm not limited to solely character x reader! I do character headcanons, too!! As long as it's not just canon x canon, I'll try writing any SFW topic. I will NEVER write NSFW, regardless of if the character is an adult or minor. And characters 14 or younger and pet / animal characters will only be written in platonic or familial scenarios.

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Special Notes:

- Personal character headcanons are allowed to be included in requests. Eg. trans-masc. Yu Narukami from Persona 4, agender + ADHD Happy Chaos from Guilty Gear, autistic Denji from Chainsaw Man, etc.

- For characters with questionable gender representation and/or fanon interpretations, they will be written as gender neutral or genderfluid characters unless requested otherwise. Eg. Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4 will be written as genderfluid with any pronouns.

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Key:

Bold = Lots of writing experience / favorite to write

Italics = Little writing experience / not very familiar with

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- Chainsaw Man

Denji, Power, Aki Hayakawa

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- Guilty Gear

Happy Chaos, Bridget, Sol Badguy/Frederick Bulsara, Jack-O, I-No, Baiken, May, Asuka R. Kreutz/That Man, Nagoriyuki, Giovanna, Goldlewis Dickinson

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- Persona 3

Male Protagonist (any name, defaults to Minato Arisato), Female Protagonist (any name, defaults to Hamuko Arisato), Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori, Fuuka Yamagishi, Mitsuru Kirijo, Akihiko Sanada, Ken Amada, Koromaru, Shinjiro Aragaki

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- Persona 4

Yu Narukami (or Souji Seta), Yosuke Hanamura, Chie Satonaka, Yukiko Amagi, Kanji Tatsumi, Rise Kujikawa, Naoto Shirogane, Teddie, Tohru Adachi, Ryotaro Dojima

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- Persona 5

Joker (any name, defaults to Ren Amamiya), Morgana, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Nijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Goro Akechi, Sojiro Sakura, Tae Takemi, Sae Nijima, Yuuki Mishima

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- Dragon Ball

Son Goku, Son Gohan, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Bulma, Piccolo, Freiza, Perfect Cell, Raditz, Krillin, Yamcha, the Ginyu Force (all of them), Broly (Super + Original)

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- AKIRA

Shotaro Kaneda, Tetsuo Shima, Kai, Yamagata, Kei, Kaori

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- TMNT (2012)

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O'Neil, Casey Jones, Splinter

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- Bandori / BanG Dream

Kokoro Tsurumaki, Nanami Hiromachi, Chiyu Tamade (Chu²)

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[xinsareforever]

fuck it we ball, Sol Badguy sucking off Amab reader

Sol Badguy x AMAB!reader

Topic:Sol sucking you off

A/N:PLS SEND MORE NSFW REQUESTSS

Tags:Oral(M to M), Gay,dom reader

We all know it was hard to get him in a position like that. It took a little bit of convincing to suck you off. You probably annoyed him to the the point that he said “You want me to do it that bad, eh? Fine if that’ll make you stop.” So you go somewhere private, where you can release your pent up urges.

As you make it to somewhere private, you pull of your pants and boxers. Revealing your cock (you can like do your own size y’know). Sol takes a look at it and gives a huge groan while contemplating about how he has to suck you off this time.

“Lets just get this shit over already,(Y/N).”

He gets down to his knees, giving your member a look, like he’s judging it. He nearly looks like he’s full of regrets, slurring profanities as he wraps his hand around your cxck. Moving his hand up and down, jerking you off. He takes a sure long while to get moving so you very politely ask him to put his mouth around it or you won’t get no where.

He tells you to shut up and not rush him, as he hesitantly gives it licks. After a while, he finally puts his whole mouth around it. You let out a big moan/groan, as he tries to move himself up and down.

-His mouth was warm due to his gear embodiment, so that definitely feels good. You try to go deeper in his mouth, suprisingly he did not have a gag reflex. He pulls back tell you to not do that but fuck it , you put his head back down anyways.(suprised he didn’t bite your cock of ye-)He gives in at this rate, letting you guide his head down more almost reaching the base.

You start to move yourself, closer to your high.The bounty hunter trying to catch up wrapping his tongue around your cock Sol trying to go more down his throat. You couldn’t handle his warm and wet mouth no more. (SO YOU HAVE TO OUTCOMES)

If you came in his mouth:He’ll try to swallow like you do with him. Its not the best “flavor” but he can’t make a mess so he just deals with it.

If you gave him a facial: He’ll scold you. Saying “ Why the FUCK did you do that. You sure do have something to clean this shit up with then huh?”

-When you two get done the bounty hunter, asking to not do it ever again. (but deep down, he liked it)

[harventheblorbo]

heya, glad to see more people writing for guilty gear!!! can I request some headcannons with sol with a introverted, and very level-headed s/o? like they're really good at keeping their cool in dire situations n stuff, and this especially helps when they're catching bounties together. thanks in advance!

Sol badguy with a introverted S/O!

Authors note: might be a little ooc???

Most likely, he’ll get along with you VERY well due to his nature of being a introvert as well. He would relate to you when it came being a introvert and most likely talk to you a lot if not only. He enjoys your calm way of thinking, and appreciates it since he doesn’t have to over explain stuff to you.

Whenever you two are bounty hunting, it’s turned into a great way to spend quality time together and does it a lot just because you two are similar in a way when it comes to combat. Even if he doesn’t necessarily need the money, he’ll do it so he can spend time with you and even treat you two both to a special date.

Sol could also be quite hot headed at times as well when it comes to combat, which would make you have to tell him to think things through and not steamroll the enemy like how normally always does. As much as he does hate it in the moment, he later has to thank you for thinking smart (albeit a day or so later due to his stubborn nature.)

Another bonus of the both of you being introverts, is that there would be a lot of quiet and peaceful moments just enjoying each other’s company. Sol enjoys those moments and cherishes them, especially during times where it’s filled with battle and can’t catch a break.

The more time that he’s in a relationship with you, the more emotionally open he is. After years of dealing with the grief of Aria and going time and time again being the lone wolf, he ends up opening up due to your calm headed nature and over time learns how to communicate his feelings and push aside his tough attitude while with you.

[arachne4]

been into guilty gear since like before aba dropped and me thinks it's time to write for them. Johnny is my favorite and with slayer trailer dropping yesterday I think there should be more fics

I will write for:

Sol badguy

Johnny

Slayer

For now, I like tons more characters but I'd like to get more familiar with them before I start writing. Zato and I-no my beloveds

[bitebitesnap]

More Guilty Gear thoughts cause this is plaguing me.

Sol's very restrictive about his neck. He doesn't let anyone near it and if they grab him by it he just goes limp. It's one of the few weak points he's got, but not because he's delicate. He can handle being thrown around by people bigger/stronger than he is, a simple snatch and drive into the ground doesn't hurt him much.

It's because his neck is very, very sensitive. To the point that simply grabbing it can shut down his brain and make him go limp like a scruffed cat. Even a touch makes him flinch away and swat at whatever it was.

So when you snuggle up to him and set your face into the crook of his neck he stiffens. A small strangled noise catches in his throat that he quickly tries to cover up with a scoff, calling you soft for wanting to cuddle up to him like this. He looks away, vainly attempting to hide any color coming up on his cheeks (even though he mostly has great control over it), but when you look up at him, your nose brushing just so against his jugular, he bites down hard on his tongue to stifle the startled grunt. Yet he wasn't fast enough, and the sudden jerk of his chest and rattling of his teeth alerts you to what's going on.

He can't even begin to slow you down before you nuzzle deeper into his throat. A startled gasp hitches through clenched teeth as the bridge of your nose nestles right against his adam;s apple, feeling it bob in a hard swallow. He tries to regain some composure as he bites out how you're pushing your luck, that if you don't want him to do something you'll back off.

Yet your cheeky laugh huffing over his throat makes him choke down a groan as you point out that if he wants you to stop, he can do it himself.

And he knows you're right. He can just push you off and get up. The hands you have on his shoulders aren't enough to keep him down, he could overpower you and just leave.

Leave your wandering touch that's so gentle on his roughened skin. Your breath wafting softly over the ridges of his throat, tongue just daring enough to wet your lips where they rested near his adam's apple, the barest flick of hot wet flesh making his spine shudder.

And he finds that he can't. But he won't tell you that.

Instead he'll huff loudly, muttering about how stubborn you are. Those hands wider than your bicep settle onto your hips, rubbing up into your lower back. The softest, lowest groan graces your curious lips as he tilts his head atop your own, letting you continue your assault on his very sensitive neck with little complaint aside from concealed twitches and muted gasps.

But the moment your mouth opens and that lecherous tongue of yours laves a hot stripe up to his jaw, tearing a startled and loud open mouth groan out of his throat, those hands snap up to your shoulders. With you pressed tightly to his chest, each ridge of mountainous muscle digging into your plushness, he leans his mouth down to your ear and growls out.

"Don't start somethin' you can't finish.."

[mocolococoffeesimp]

hey Coco! Can i request some Sol Badguy headcanons of him trying to get his sleep-deprived s/o to go to bed?

-Sol would at first try to be patient with you. Gently nudging you to get to bed, making promises of cuddling and staying in bed with you. But, once he realizes you wouldn't go to bed(Despite being clearly sleep-deprived.) He will lift you over his shoulder with his gorilla strength.

-He places you softly on the bed, tucking you in the bed like a burrito before you can resist. He wraps his arm around you, holding you down on the bed, warming you up along with the blanket. Sol is patient with waiting for you to fall asleep. He will draw small circles on your back, as he holds you close. He nearly falls himself asleep, as he cuddles with you.

-Once you do fall asleep, he takes a comfortable position next you. He cares for you, and if he has to force you to sleep, he will. It's just one of his ways of showing he cares.

[mocolococoffeesimp]

hiya! big fan of all your work, like the art ocs, and writing! ive practically read every single one, and i love them so much! i was wondering if you could do sol headcanons with a bounty hutner cowgirl S/O that just does bounty hunter stuff on horseback etc?

Thanks for being a fan of this humble blog, anon!

-Sol was bit confused by your cowgirl look at first. He thought it was just an aesthetic thing at first, but then he realized it wasn't. You lived and breathed the life of a cowgirl, with the hat and the horse just being the tip of the iceberg. He did like the hat, he thought it was cute on you.

-When you rode, after the bounties on your horse, only to lasso them up, he felt his heart beating faster. Something about you, being so cheery as you rode on the horse, lassoing the bad guys... Something about that just made him more attracted to you. The little yeehaws you let out, as you rode were just the cutest thing he had heard in ages.

-Once, you two had wrapped up the work for the day, you pulled out the banjo. You may not have been the best singer around, but your singing and playing was charming enough to him. As you played your banjo, Sol leaned near you to warm up the both of you. He never saw him as into cowgirls, but you had changed his mind. And, maybe he would ask you to teach him a few tricks with the lasso. Maybe, even tying him up.