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|| sorry for grammatical errors, but english it’s not my first language! ||

🥥 ~shadow the hedgehog;

• the first time he sees you, don't expect him to treat you delicately, on the contrary he will be quite crude exactly like the rest with the others he knows.

• maybe as time goes by, starting to get to know you, maybe he'll be a little nicer to you, but you still shouldn't expect anything, after all after all he's been through he has a lot of difficulty being close to someone.

• but as time goes by, his feelings get worse, becoming strong, passionate, to the point that sometimes he even had to avoid you for days and then talk to you as if nothing had happened.

• obviously when you noticed his behavior, you had to talk about it or at least understand what was wrong, it wasn't easy for him to talk about it especially with you, he was scared shitless of losing you even in a friendship sense, he didn't want to ruin everything for his shitty feelings.

• after a nice chat, he felt relieved, even more so when you felt the same things for him, what can I say, he was a very cheerful hedgehog, to the point of mocking Sonic who had found the girl first.

• Shadow as a boyfriend at that point, was simply the man you were looking for, attached to you like a bodyguard but sweet and understanding with you, in short, you couldn't ask for anything better!

|| do you want more? let me know my angels ||

Look Under (Stalker!Ticci Toby x F!Reader) NSFW

HEAVILY inspired by @rabbit-or-rib this idea basically came from them I just wanted to write like a detailed story about it :')

Porn without/minimal plot, reader is female, Toby is a stalker & and hides under ur bed most nights,, yeah pretty sad

Oh shit. What the hell were you doing?

Toby's eyes widened when he heard soft noises up above, most surely from you. He wished he had some goddamned x-ray vision or something like that so he could see through the stupid bedframe above him. His eyes were practically burning holes through the wood already.

He knew hiding under your bed was a good idea. Anyone who doubted him could go fuck themselves, because now he was proven right. At first, it was to protect you, make sure you were kept safe, but now... God, please let this be what he thinks it is.

As if answering his prayers, the first hint he got was a shuddering breath. You had to be touching yourself. On cue, his jeans felt much tighter then they were before.

You let out another soft whimper, and a ginormous grin spread on his face. Oh my god. It's true. This giddy feeling spread through his entire body, mixed with disbelief to make a strange concotion of arousal and excitement. He couldn't believe it.

You were trying to be quiet, biting your bottom lip to muffle the sounds that tried to slip out. It was just really hard to though, especially with how you were rubbing circles on your clit, making shivers run up your spine.

Toby would rather die than miss up on an opportunity like this. Slowly, he unzipped his jeans, careful not to make any noise. He didn't waste a second pulling his half-hard dick out. A gasp above, and he knew you had slid your fingers in. The wet sound of your insides molding around your fingers was like sweet music to him. He quickly wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke up. Already it felt so good, he had to bite his sleeve to prevent a shaky sigh from escaping him. He moved his other hand in time with your hand, so as to not make noise, but really, doing so also made him feel closer to you, more connected. In his heart he had already made the vow to finish with you.

You were going so slow, though. With each lethargic stroke he would go all the way up to his sensitive tip, wrap around it, and then slide all the way back down to the base. It was pretty much torture, but he purposefully made it harder for him to keep composure. He imagined slipping up, making too much noise. You figuring out he was there the whole time. But then inviting him, because you just couldn't resist. And you'll tell him how much of a pervert he is, how disgusting and deplorable and morally wrong he was.

"Mmmmm," he hummed at the thought, before immediately shutting up. Did you hear him? Please say no. His heartbeat quickened.

Thankfully, your moans covered him up. And that squelching sound made everytime you pushed your fingers in and out of your cunt.

His dick twitched in his hand; he was so unbelievably hard. But he didn't want to go faster because he was imagining thrusting into you, lining up his strokes with yours. He wished he had a pair of your underwear on him, so he could finish on them and make it a mess. That's what he usually does alone, anyways.

He could hear you getting close. You moaned louder, more unrestrained. It felt so good, especially when your fingers would rub against your clit everytime you pushed in. You were so so close.

"Fuck... oh fuck..." you whined, bucking your hips and riding into your fingers.

Toby grinned wider, the fabric of his sleeve still between his teeth. A euphoric feeling erupted in him and he felt so absolutely elated, like he could die right now and be perfectly fine with it. Actually, no, he'd be upset because then he wouldn't get to experience this.

"Oh god," you whimpered. "Please". You were about to climax, the coil in your stomach tightening to the absolute limit. You fingers went faster, plunging in quicker and hitting that one spot repeatedly.

The stalker continued, stroking himself now at a brutal pace, desperate to cum at the same time as you. Fuck, now it was starting to get good. And he wasnt going to last long, that's for sure.

You rubbed your cl*t at the same time as you curled your fingers, and you came hard, your cunt fluttering about you. A blissful, dirty feeling washed over you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you rode out your orgasm.

Shortly after you finished, Toby's slim fingers ruthlessly stroked faster, squeezing and circling around the painfully delicate tip, yearning so much to cum now. And honestly, it wasn't that hard, especially with the image of your cum sticky inbetween your fingers and your fucked out, panting face. With his teeth clenched so tight around the sleeve of his pullover he thought his jaw would crack, he finished, hips jerking up instinctively as he milked out all of his seed. It's warmth spilled and pooled over his shaky palm, milky white and thick. He allowed himself the tiniest of exhales through his nose, trying to breathe after such a hard orgasm. He laid there, motionless under your bed with his heart over the moon until you stepped off your bed on wobbly legs and stumbled to the bathroom. Only then did he bother to leave through the window, taking one spare glance at your ruined bedsheet before hopping out.

Bakugou was obsessed with you from the first time he saw you, how did he prove it? very simple, when you talked to Deku it made him furious, no one could calm him down, but only you, he wanted all your attention on him, and every time he succeeded he enjoyed it like crazy and he's still proud of it… that's it.

I imagine Bakugou like this when having sex; 18+

“you are mine”

“say it, say it you're mine sweet cheeks”

“fuck damn it, you make me fucking crazy for ya sweet girl… yeah… that it, move that sexy body of yours”

“Yeah, good girl… such a good girl for me”

“who do you belong to? yes exactly, to me, only to me fucking, the whole world knows it and I will continue to repeat it until they get it into their fucking heads”

dark!ethan taking his anger out on you after the apartment killings?

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: dubcon/noncon, dark!ethan landry, fem!reader

¡ scream masterlist !

“they don’t trust me,” ethan says, jaw clenched and eyes closed. his hold on your wrist is painful, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillow beneath your head.

“e,” you whimper, tears skipping down your face, “slow down.”

his pace is brutal, fueled by the anger of being doubted. he was on edge, straight faced and tense as he pushed his way into your bedroom. you tried to be understanding, sliding into bed with him to calm and comfort him and yourself after such a traumatic night but he seemed to have other plans, none of which involved your comfort or pleasure.

he treated you like a doll, painfully shoving your thighs apart with his, pushing himself into you without the usual caring preparation. the first pumps were dry and agonizing, leaving you trembling as he persisted anyway, leaning up to dribble spit where your bodies met. you lifted your arms, trying to scoot upwards and create some sort of distance but he hadn’t let you, instead he wrapped his hands around your wrists and held them in the position they are in now.

“I’ve done nothing to deserve this,” he lightly shook his head, “nothing. fuck, you’re so tight.” he connected your lips, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, “you trust me, don’t you? you know I’d never hurt anyone, right baby?”

your glassy eyes stared up at him and you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. he pursed his lips, an extra harsh thrust taking the air from your lungs, “right?”

>silly baby<

im so in love with these two guys

thinking bout casual dominance w teyam

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Neteyam who wraps his tail around your leg or waist while walking. Neteyam who carries you close to his chest if he’s having a hard time matching your steps. Neteyam who feeds you. Neteyam who makes you clothes and jewelry. Neteyam who doesn’t let you do anything dangerous because he won’t have his little human in peril or pain. Neteyam who writes poetry and songs about you. Neteyam who takes your phone away at night so you can have plenty of sweet dreams. Neteyam who always hugs or kiss you goodbye even if you had a fight because you should never go to bed angry. Neteyam who has you ride in front of him on his ikran. Neteyam who is obsessed with your tiny alien hands. Neteyam who completely engulfs you while spooning. Neteyam who always greets you with flowers. Neteyam who puts some braids in your hair so you two match. Neteyam who never makes you lift a finger.

OH MY GOD

ben drowned nsfw headcanons warnings : 18+ mdni, virgin!reader, smut, teasing, mean dom energy, manipulation via praise/taunting, overstimulation, slow build, possessive touches

You're a virgin, and he knows it. Not because you told him—please, you think Ben needs you to say it? He reads it on you. The way you squirm when he leans too close. The way you flinch when his hand brushes your thigh, like you’re short-circuiting from just that. The way your lips part, ready to sass him—then fall silent when he catches your gaze a second too long.

“Hah. You’ve never done this before, have you?” You freeze. “Thought so. You’re already falling apart and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

He grins, sharp and wicked. And he does not let up.

Ben is cruel about it—playful, smug, and so patient it’s maddening. He draws it out like it’s a game. Like the longer he can make you blush and stammer, the sweeter the win will be. He’ll ghost his fingers over your waistband, watching your whole body twitch. Press kisses to your throat without ever letting them drift lower.

“This is fun,” he murmurs against your neck. “Torture,” you breathe. “Aw. Don’t worry. You’ll beg for it soon.”

And you will. Because Ben doesn’t just tease—he studies. Watches every shift in your expression like he’s memorizing it. He learns exactly where to touch. When to pause. When to not give in.

“God, the way you look at me… I bet you’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” “N-no—” “Liar. You’re already soaked.”

He loves how shy you are. And he’s mean about it. The more flustered you get, the meaner he becomes. Not in a malicious way—but in that cocky more experienced guy who knows he’s got you way. He’ll say things that make your soul leave your body and act like it’s nothing.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice smug against your skin. “That scared… or just that desperate?” You suck in a shaky breath, too flustered to answer. He chuckles. Low. Close. Too close. “Yeah,” he hums, dragging his lips along your neck, “I thought so. You’re kind of adorable when you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Smirks when you cover your face. Moves your hands away. Forces you to look at him.

“Nah. I wanna see you when I make you fall apart.”

He doesn’t rush. Not once. Ben takes his time. Every kiss is slow and purposeful. His fingers don’t explore—they map. And when he finally touches you—really touches you—it’s like he’s been waiting forever.

“Shit… you’re so wet. Just from a kiss?” “I—I can’t help it—” “Didn’t say stop. Just wanna hear you admit it.”

He makes you feel everything. Makes sure you notice his hands. His mouth. The way he grinds against you just right until your hips jerk like instinct.

And he laughs, low and breathless.

“You’re so sensitive. Can’t wait to see what you look like when I actually fuck you.”

The first time is intense—and all about you. As much as he teases, Ben doesn’t half-ass this. He wants you to remember it. Wants to absolutely ruin any expectations you’ve ever had.

He whispers in your ear the whole time. Groans when he pushes in slowly. Still teases, but there’s heat in it now—less mocking, more possessive.

“Tight as hell. No one’s touched you like this before, huh?” “Ben—” “Say it. I wanna hear it.”

He grips your waist. Pushes deeper. Watches your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure and smiles like he won.

“You're mine .”

And you wouldnt have it any other way.