#bnha kan x reader

[frickingnerd]

vlad king when he's jealous

pairing: sekijiro kan / vlad king x gn!reader

tags: jealousy (big surprise, i know), established relationship

sekijiro tends to be a little too jealous and protective of you, which leads to him getting jealous even when someone isn't even flirting with you!

he's never rude to the people who he thinks are flirting with you, but he'll always bring it up to you afterwards

"that guy earlier… he seemed to be really flirty with you!"

and you're always shaking your head and laughing about your overprotective boyfriend

"he was just asking me for directions, that's all!"

sekijiro tends to get quite flustered when he realizes he was wrong once more

but you always assure him that you find it quite endearing when he's a little jealous

he's never making you or the people you talk to uncomfortable, so you're all able to laugh about it afterwards

[mashiraostail]

Hi there, I was wondering if you would write some vlad, Kugo, and hound dog x fem reader with nipple piercings and how you think the guys would feel abt them, if they like them or not and if they play with their nipples more because of it I love your writing btw 🖤

I'm gonna start going through old asks but feel free to send new ones! I have mine done and they certainly slay. I did also spend the past two years getting crazy body mods and making myself unemployable hehehe idk what this phD is even for because I'm big time tatted up.

I wanted to start with my best boys (esp Kugo :3) and some headcanons. I've been rewatching the show which is what made me think abt and miss the blog a little. Idk if the demand for MHA content is still there so I'll probably make an updated post with other shows and media I enjoy (big Bauldr's gate rn!!! yall already KNOW who it is.) NSFW under the cut!

Vlad: *I think he would be the least surprised upon noticing them. He's maybe seen them on other partners, or just is familiar with the concept. *the first time he notices them through your shirt probably went something like this: You're fresh out of the shower, pajamas sticking to your still damp skin as you pop into the kitchen for a drink. The relationship is new, and he's still in awe of you. He's always eyeing you in an appreciative way, especially when you're freshly showered, his eyes climb up your exposed legs shimmering from your body lotion, to your stomach and waist, and of course to your chest. Usually they'll slide up to your shoulders and linger on your neck and the cut of your jaw, but today they stop. Your shirt was smaller than usual, and of course it complimented your chest but there was something else. "What?" You pull the bottle of water away from your lips, "do I have toothpaste on me?" "No." He shakes his head, "no you don't." You cap the bottle and shrug, starting to walk by him, "I'm gonna go watch the-" Before you can get by him he grabs you by your arm, "what is that?" He's looking at your chest again. "My boobs-" "No I know." He looks up at your face, "are those your-" "Oh yea. I guess you've never seen them like this before huh? You can see them through a tight shirt." He's blinking, he's taking it in. All you can do is laugh, "go ahead." "No I'm an adult. I don't need to squeeze-" "It's fine, go ahead." You bridge the short gap between your lips and kiss him, holding him by his jaw and pressing the full weight of your body against his. After the fact he might be slightly apologetic for getting worked up so easily. *H's probably the most delighted by them too. I feel like he's just a horny guy, he's easily worked up, his brain always goes right to the wrong place. *Wearing a baby tee with no bra underneath so he can see them prominently will drive him up a wall. *He might get used to it with time, but all you have to do to hook him in is lean over the table at him, get him to look a little too long and he'll be bent at your will. *He loves them, he loves when you change the jewelry, colorful rhinestones, short chains, or captive hoops are all equally enticing to him. Red is his favorite on you though. *He'll lavish them with attention in bed, especially when he's going down on you, one of his hands is always occupied. If you're especially sensitive you'll need to tell him. *He likes to use his mouth too, the metallic taste on his tongue paired with the taste of your skin is a huge turn on for him.

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Kugo: *Most perplexed. He's probably not encountered them before. Show him the ropes, let him know they help rather than hurt and he'll be good. The first time he sees them he's going to have a lot of questions: Honestly, getting into a car and going home with Gang Orca was not necessarily in your plans for the evening. If anyone asked Kugo, taking home a random reporter was also not like him at all, in fact he had never done it. Maybe it wasn't fair to call you random, he had your phone number, you'd met before, you even had a friendly and slightly flirtatious banter. Maybe you had been sending him signals all along, maybe he had failed to pick them up, until now. He doesn't even get the chance to ask you if you're sure about this, if you want to sleep with him, if you'd been hinting at that this whole time, because you're straight to business as soon as his front door closes, climbing him like a tree. He guesses you were sure. Your excitement was contagious, you were handsy and giggly tugging him further into his home. You end up ontop of him, stopping your assault of kisses to sit up around his waist, "hey are you sure you want to..." You trail off, hands at the hem of your shirt, "I won't be offended, I was probably coming on so strong this whole time." You laugh a little but Kugo shakes his head, "take off your shirt." Your sweater flys off, something about the fact you've been bare skinned under that sweater all night makes his stomach warm with arousal. His eyes catch two shiny, metallic adornments. He reaches up instinctively to touch them. One hand still holding your waist. Your gasp makes him pull back. "Sorry does it-" "No it doesn't hurt." You catch his hand before he can pull it away any more, "the opposite." He spends most of your first sexual encounter fixated on them, licking, brushing his fingers over them, squeezing and so on, but you don't mind. *That being said he'll grow to love them as well. *Especially enjoys seeing you touch them in bed. *If you're riding him he won't be able to keep his hands off though. *Doesn't have a preference for jewelry, but if you ask him to pick you out something he'd secretly be delighted, he'd probably pick a barbell with some small charms on the ends, maybe hearts. *Lowkey already a huge boob guy so they just draw more attention to what he likes!

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Hound Dog: *Mostly indifferent, doesn't get the point. *Until you're fucking, then he gets the point, then he likes them. A lot. *He doesn't avoid them during sex but he doesn't give them special attention either until one specific night: You're in missionary below him, his hands are holding onto your waist as his pace increases from dizzying to bruising. He likes to watch your face, your furrowed brows and the way you draw your lips between your teeth drive him nuts, it's almost impossible to get his eyes off. He'll let his gazy flicker downwards though, he likes your body almost as much as he likes your face, seeing the bounce of your stomach or the way your thighs shake is also rewarding for him. Today he stops on your chest though, bouncing to his almost abusive pace the dim light in the room catches on the jewelry, it's tantalizing, begging to be touched. When he ducks his head down to roll his tongue over one the moan you let out and the way you say his name would have probably made him cream his pants honestly, and the cherry on top is the way you hold the back of his head, practically burying him in your chest. Safe to say he gets the appeal after. *Lowkey likes rings better than barbells, he'll start to gently tug them, enjoying the way it makes you buzz. *Likes to pick jewelry out for you, for all your piercings, wants them all to match!

[yandere-x-reader]

➼ Dividers done by @/cafekitsune

Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

MHA / BNHA ♡

Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

FNAF:SB ♡

Sun, Moon, Roxy, Monty, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, Vannesa/Vanny, Gregory, Map Bot

Encanto

Luisa, Mirable, Isabella, Delores,Camilo, Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Julieta, Felix, Agustin, Antonio

Gravity Falls ♡

Bill Chipher, Stanley, Stanford, Mable, Dipper.

OCs ♡

To be added

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[surprisemodafakas]

𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊. — 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐬) 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞/𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫(𝐬).

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 ×𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨(𝐬)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?) 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀

When you were around 9 years old, you wanted to be a pro hero just like everyone who already had their quirks but it all changed when you discovered that being a pro has a lot of disadvantages than its perks. Now that you're already 23, you just got accepted being a police with a license for using your quirk. You're not a hero per se, but still works with them. Kinda bad ass for you since you have these awesome car, special guns and grenades and don't they even get you started with their state of the art personalized I.D's that gives you an access to anywhere!

"Officer L/N, we need your help! The back up pro heroes are too far and everythings going out of control! We need more help to evacuate the civilians!"

Here's the best part of your job, with you having a license to use your quirk while being a police, you get called for emergency back up whenever things are going south when heroes fight those villains. It makes you feel wanted and at the same time powerful.

"On my way!"

You dialed back. Looking at the clock, you saw as you only have 30 minutes before the class 1B of UA comes to your precinct and have a tour. You sighed before opening a huge black hole and stepped into it. As you took a step on the other side, the black smoke are everywhere and people are scattered among the ruins.

"Mother freaking hell, this place is a wreck!"

Breathing heavily, you plastered your best smile and ran to the nearest civilian you saw. At first, you saw a mother and a child hiding under the rubbles but what made your heart ache is that they're not just 2, but approximately around 25 people couped up.

You jogged lightly before offering them your warm smile to try ease them.

"Hello, I am officer L/N, and I am here to help you all. I want everyone to hold hands while you all step into the hole because you might get dizzy as you step on it. Do not worry because you'll be directly transported to my precinct, feel free to ask any help from the officers present."

You eyed everyone for a moment before opening a black hole that shows your precinct's lobby with some police walking around and preparing the chairs to assist the incoming civilians. Once the people saw what's on the other side of the portal, they moved fast while some are thanking you with their eyes. After transporting the first batch of civilians, you hurriedly tried to find other people who're in need while the pro heroes are busy fighting the villains. Once you didn't see any civilians anymore, you opened another portal and jumped hurriedly because you do not want to be late on your meeting.

Once you landed safely to that familiar white tiles of your lobby, you can feel a lot of eyes staring on you. You waved to the civilians who hollered and even cried while thanking you for helping them. With all these peoples' appreciation to what you did, th feeling of satisfaction bloomed once more inside you chest.

"Please excuse me for a moment, i have to meet up with my visitors. Just reach out to my realiable collegues if anyone needs anything." You smiled and waved to them and then ran up to the nearest lecture hall that is designatedly your meet up place with the whole 1B class.

"Where is the officer in charge sir Vlad? Is she ditching us?" A cute voice with a touch of foreign accent overpowered the chattering halls.

"Or maybe, your said 'WIFE' is just imaginary sir? Come on sir, we won't judge you and your illusion!" another voice dominated the class. You cackled a little as how these students have the willpower to annoy your intimidating husband.

"First of all, Pony, the officer that greeted us just said that my wife is still rescuing those civilians, that's why there are a lot of people in the lobby ok? And second, If you won't shut up Monoma, It's not Kendo's huge fist that'll make you sleep but mine." Vlad grunted.

An annoyed Sekijiro looks hilarious because it was like the pro hero Selkie trying to be cute as heck! You smilingly opened the door and ran fast to hug the grunting pro in front of his class.

"Hey lover! I'm so sorry for being late! I had to double check the scene just to make sure there are no civilians left behind. Don't pout now, lover or you'd end up looking an upset walrus!" You joked as you climb this giant husband of yours. He nonchantly hoisted you up before bringing his left hand to your face.

"How dare you make fun of me after being late? My class is doubting my sanity for a moment!" he lectured you with a stern face.

You reached his face and gave him a long sloppy kiss before hugging his tree trunk sized muscly neck as a form of begging for his forgiveness. This man may be knowned with his villainous quirk and meanie look but he's an actuall teddy bear base on your opinion.

"This scene i disgustingly romantic."

"Yuck ugh please poke my eyes ouuuut..."

"Are we gonna continue this tour or should we just do it ourselves?"

"Everyone let's be respectful!"

"That is so manly sir Vlad!"

Nevertheless, you fucking forget that this was supposed to be a class visit and you just tried to eat your husbands' face in freaking front of his class. You detached yourself fast and face his class without thinking an excuse.

"Blame his tight suit that fits his big body!"

Oh fuck your mouth and his students disgusted expressions on what you just said.

[lilithandroses]

!!bnha teachers/pro heroes!!

☁︎ - drabble

✪︎ - headcanon

☽︎ - fic

♤ - traumatic trigger(s)

aizawa shouta (eraserhead)

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yagi toshinori (all might)

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yamada hizashi (present mic)

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kan sekijiro (vlad king)

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todoroki enji (endeavor)

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takami keigo (hawks)

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[echo-of-sounds]

their type pt.2

Headcanons on what Fatgum, Gang Orca, Hound Dog, and Vlad King's types are.

And before people send in asks like, “You said X. Does that mean he wouldn’t be interested in Y?”, I want to clarify that these are just their general types/what they’re usually attracted to. It doesn’t mean they would never be interested in people who don’t fall within these lines.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Taishiro, much like Hizashi, is just a friendly guy. He can easily befriend people of many constitutions, no problem. Sarcasm bounces right off of him, sometimes making him laugh. Quiet and timid people provide a perfect time for him to be goofy, letting off steam, appreciating your smile. He’s naturally attentive and genuinely loves people. He loves things. He loves doing things and having fun. And when interested in someone, he loves doing all of it with you, whether it be a night in with movies and popcorn or a day out at a concert.

However, while he doesn’t have a fondness for any specific personality type, he leans towards those with energetic spirits and a sense of adventure — those who can match his live-in-the-moment worldview. Sometimes he wants to go, go, go, not stopping till it’s past midnight, and he’s gotta carry you home because your feet and back ache. If you always want to stay at home, he’ll have a hard time. Being home can be plenty of fun! But not all the time. He needs to get out and experience festivals and movies and restaurants and thrill.

He’s quite loud and open about himself, able to talk and entertain for hours. But when it comes to his emotions, his feelings, and fears, those are kept hidden. He’s still a Pro Hero after all; his life is on the line every patrol he goes on. He can’t spill his doubts to just anyone, afraid for himself and those he cares for. Attentiveness and compassion are needed for when he opens himself to you, exposing his fears and nightmares and what haunts his thoughts. He doesn’t give those over easy, so when he does, know that he trusts you more than any other.

Being thoughtful and tender and just plain kind is simple but crucial. Don’t be afraid to show kindness, no matter how difficult the world is. Show it to a stranger, your friends, him, and yourself. Seeing you care so much makes his heart grow. He wants to experience your emotions with you and see how you can change the world, even if it’s only a speck. It still matters, and he loves it.

A little motherly nurturing is something Tai will always adore in a person, particularly when it’s directed towards him. He doesn’t always take the best care of himself, forgetting to change bandages and missing meals when he’s bulking. His mind is a tad scatterbrained, especially in the morning when he’s hurrying to get out the door because he overslept. Remind him to take his meds and put his compression bandages and a hearty snack in his pocket. He’ll find them later on patrol and will be eternally grateful.

Food plays a big part in Tai’s life. That’s obvious. Proper exercise and nutrition for someone of his stature, bulking and fattening techniques bodybuilders have perfected, muscle flexion and force, and more all go into how his quirk works. It’s much more than ‘eating a lot.’ It’s a huge part of his daily life, and he’d love for someone to take an interest in it as well, be it anatomy, physiology, myology, cooking, baking, cultures, or whathaveyou. Being with him and finding delight in what he does means the world to him.

Tai is a physical person and loves physical touch. That goes double for when he has a partner. He wants your hand in his. He wants his arms around you. He wants you to lay on his stomach. Kissing, snuggling, sex, anyway he can feel your body is perfect in his eyes. He knows not everyone is as touchy-feely as he is. He won’t ever pressure you into anything and always asks before grabbing you. Although, if you never want to be physical, it’s going to weigh on him. Your touch is how he recharges. It comforts him. He won’t be able to stay in a relationship with someone who never reciprocates this need. It’s one of his deal-breakers that he doesn’t know he has until it becomes a problem.

Gang Orca

Kugo isn’t that picky on the type of people he befriends, as he’s fairly open-minded. He more so has specific things he doesn’t like and those turn him away from any sort of relationship. One of the biggest is those that gawk. Sure, he knows he’s different. But a lot of people are. It’s time people learn how to not gape at the giant, orca man. It’s tiring. However, concerning that, he does like it when people are curious about him, particularly people he has romantic feelings for. He isn’t afraid to talk about himself and how his quirk affects him. He just does that in more intimate settings. Ask a few innocent questions. Does he only eat fish? Can he breathe underwater? What does his skin feel like? He savors being the center of your attention, even if only for a few minutes. And, if he feels safe and comfortable enough, he might let you feel his forehead or forearm, heedful of your smile as you do.

Kugo, while he may not show it all the time to keep up a certain appearance, is an intellectual. He loves documentaries, mostly about wildlife and the environment. He also enjoys learning about people, the human mind, and how we, as a society, interact with one another. And as such, he finds intelligence, mental stimulation, and those wanting to grow and learn attractive. You don’t have to be some supergenius superhero. Being curious about things and exploring what makes you excited is more than enough. He gets bored with those who don’t seek knowledge and development in any way.

One of the most important things for the future of your relationship is that Kugo is very family-oriented — wanting to get married and have children. It’s something he’s always known he’s wanted. He doesn’t bring up these topics right away, but he hints at different things, testing to see what you’re looking for in the future. If you express never wanting children, he’ll back off. He doesn’t hold it against you. It’s your decision. But he truly cannot see himself being happy without those two things and doesn’t want to sacrifice having a partner over that, and he shouldn’t have to.

You need to have a fair bit of independence, adaptability, and handle changes. He’s in the top ten Heroes of the country. He works with the Hero Public Safety Commission during their licensing exams. They aren’t simple jobs. Many factors are liable to change. And, while he abhors canceling a date or being unable to go to your mother’s for dinner, it’ll happen more than a couple of times. He feels guilty every time, and he doesn’t need you pouting and complaining each time. That’d only make him feel worse and worse.

Open, clear communication is a must. He’s new to this type of relationship. For most of his life, he’s been a leader, a teacher, a superior, and a savior. Those dynamics don’t translate well, or at all, into a romantic dynamic. He wants to be your equal, not held above you in any way, shape, or form. If he ever leans into a ‘commanding’ tone or speaks as if he was talking to a worker, point it out. He’d never be angry. He’d just be grateful, wanting to work through and break bad habits. Open communication and understanding also help when he’s keeping his feelings inside, too used to being the strong one. Talk. Let him open up. Maybe even cry. Being an emotional support is what you’re there for and want to do.

In terms of romance, intimacy, and sex, Kugo needs patience and a helping hand. It’ll take talking and patience on both ends to understand current boundaries and when they change because the type of physical contact he’s used to is getting punched and accepting hand-shakes. Soft touches and cheek kisses and close cuddlings are very new, very unexplored, but very much treasured. Show him how to hug, that he won’t hurt you. Guide him through awkward kisses and licks. However flustered you feel will be nothing compared to his embarrassment. But it’s okay. He loves experiencing the blossoming feelings and sensations with you.

Some smaller things he likes are being able to help you. He doesn’t want to get pushed away every time he offers to help. He wants to help. Let him. He also doesn’t like messes. He can’t live with them, making him feel cluttered and out of sorts. If you’re a naturally messy person, he’d need you to work on being cleaner for his peace of mind.

Hound Dog

The first isn’t really one Ryo looks for. It’s more like… He’s a rough guy: rowdy, bearish, coarse, lewd, and maybe a little foul. He’s harsh and sometimes has an attitude without noticing. The person he’s interested in can’t be scared or turned off by his personality. He can’t and won’t change himself for another person. Besides, if you stick around through the uncouth outside, you’ll get to experience his softer, gentler side the closer he becomes with you.

To offset his oafish characteristics, he tends to like emotionally intelligent people. In romantic relationships, having someone open and be able to communicate effectively and assertively, listen, have self-awareness, respond instead of simply reacting to things that upset them, and have empathy are all big pluses. Now, you don’t have to be a sinless, inculpable saint. That’s not expected or really wanted. He would simply appreciate someone who’s able to understand and handle emotions better than him because he’s sorely lacking in that department.

A smaller yet still important thing is to be understanding of his senses, particularly his sense of smell. Perfumes are sharp. Lotion sticks to everything. And incense irritates his sinuses. He cannot tolerate certain smells. Even if you’re not dating yet, but he enjoys being around you, he may ask that you try a different perfume or shampoo. It’s a sincere question. There’s no underlying insult. He’s just struggling with your current one, and he can’t turn his nose off. The solution is either you change or he stops hanging around you. And if you listen and switch to a calmer perfume, he’ll be relieved and grateful that you respect his struggles.

For appearances, Ryo finds his eyes following chubbier and bigger people’s asses down the street. He loves them (chubby people, not just chubby asses). He loves squeezing them, watching his claws sink into soft tummies and pudgy thighs. Not to mention how much more enjoyable napping on you is. He also tends to be attracted more towards androgynous/semi-masculine fashion, dark colors, simpler designs, and flannels (he just likes flannel).

In life, he wants you to have a voice of your own and not be afraid to use it, whether to him or another. He doesn’t want a yes-man. He doesn’t want a doormat or a bootlicker or a suck-up. If he did something you didn’t like, tell him. If he asks you a question, give him your honest opinion. That's why he asked. You don’t have to be the loudest one with the most opinions in the room. He only wants to hear your thoughts, your views, ideas, feelings, and more. He wants to hear your voice. It’s what makes you, you. Don’t be afraid of upsetting him, either. He may be rough, but he’s still tolerant of others’ opinions and experiences, even if they’re odd, especially people he’s interested in.

Ryo welcomes a nice sarcastic quip, and if you’re witty, someone able to handle a fun back-and-forth. However, when sarcasm and dark humor are all you speak, it’s too much. You’re going to clash, possibly fight, and Ryo won’t stick around for that. Wit can be insightful and show quick thinking and intelligence. Sarcasm every other sentence is hostile and annoying. Dark humor isn’t as funny as you think it is, edging into just insulting. And Ryo, being who he is, will not respond happily to too much of either.

Don’t comment when he barks or growls or yips. Yes, it happened. Yes, you heard it. Just don’t mention it, or else he’ll pout and be a grump for the rest of the day.

Vlad King

Sekijiro’s personality is much less loud and in your face than the other men. He can get quite competitive and rambunctious when there’s a competition to win, but most of the time, he prefers to sit on the side of the room, content with calmer discussions.

Playful and excitable people capture his attention. They’re a good offset to his mellower, mature moods. And getting feisty and competitive when he does is perfect. He doesn’t have to worry about overwhelming you, and he loves a nice, cutthroat game of Monopoly or Mario Kart. He knows when to back down, though, not wanting anything serious to come about from your tiny contests. But, if you need to work off some steam, he’s always open for a run or fast sex to cool each other down.

Sekijiro is a mature, strong man, physically and mentally. He can handle conflict with no emotional uproar. He keeps to his commitments, takes relationships seriously, and can communicate even when he’s upset, not wanting to hurt or isolate his partner in any way. Because of this, he wants to get the same levels of commitment, earnesty, and connection back. Don’t lie or make excuses for yourself if you messed up. Go to him, open up, and he’ll work through it with you. Don’t push him away when you’re frustrated or depressed. He’s your partner. He wants to be there for you. Don’t make mountains out of molehills and react like a child when something doesn’t go your way. Life can suck. But he’s there to help you through the hard feelings and tumultuous times.

You need to be an animal person. He loves his dog. He’s his best friend. And Hound Dog often gets lumped in with him, so you’ll be dealing with two canines when with Sekijiro. And when he comes home late at night to you and his dog snuggling and sleeping on the couch, he gets a pleasant feeling in his chest, wondering what it would be like to see you laying with a child in your arms — his child.

Be cute. It’s subjective and difficult to pin down what exactly ‘cute’ is to anyone, but Sekijiro is drawn towards cute things, cute outfits, cute people, cute actions. He likes how soft, delicate, ludic aesthetics look when beside his typical masculine appearance, especially if your nose is buried in a book and your messy hair bounces everywhere. It’s a plus when you’re shorter than him, and since he’s six-foot-four with muscular, broad shoulders, that’s most people. He just hates how easy and often you make him blush.

[dontbeunraisonable]

‘21 Holiday Event - Kan Sekijirou x Inui Ryo x GN!Reader -

Requested by anon! Part of my ‘21 Holiday Event

Prompts: “Is - Is Santa real?” “What? No, of course not.” “Oh.” “(name), you’re 30.” & “Suck my candy cane.”

Word Count: 560

Warnings: swearing bro

A/N: i’m not as proud as this one but i hope it’s okay :’)

You waited until the boys were busy with recipes to gasp loudly at your comic. They glanced back at you and you spun to them with a false look of distress. “Is - Is Santa real?”

Ryo squinted at you incredulously. “What? No, of course not.”

“Oh.” You hunched over and pushed out a wobbly lower lip.

“Idiot, you’re 30.”

You straightened immediately. “I know! I’m obviously joking.”

Sekijiro leaned into Ryo, conspiratorily glancing at you and whispering loudly. “Watch, they’re gonna go to the other room and cry. They really believed in Santa and now they’re embarrassed.”

“Have you two morons never heard of jokes?” you shook your comic at them. “Acting? Playing around? Fun?”

“Poor thing is trying to cover,” concluded Ryo. They nodded at each other and you scowled.

You murmured something unkind and returned to your comic. Ryo was behind you in a moment, planting his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to level his mouth with your ear.

“What was that, sweetie?”

“I said you two are dicks and like to pick on me.”

He snickered and squeezed your shoulder in a way that tickled, making you jerk around and try to evade his prodding.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he teased. “Why are you flailing? Chills up your spine? Bugs under your clothes? Tell me and I can help.”

“Seki, get your rude-ass boyfriend off of me!” It didn’t sound as angry when you were laughing.

He hardly looked up from the mixing bowl before telling you that you could take him. Him being a 6’5” Pro Hero who could probably drop-kick you through a wall. But he wouldn’t. Underneath his strict exterior, there was a layer of caring, then a layer of annoying, and then a layer of a soft, mushy mess who would melt the moment he was in yours and Sekijiro’s arms. Unfortunately, it took a while to get from the annoying to the mush, and was usually a joint effort. And Seki was enjoying the annoying too much.

You finally wriggled out of his grasp and started smacking his chest with the rolled up comic. He yelped and clutched wherever you hit as if it had been with a sledgehammer and ran back to Seki. He hid behind (which was comedic in itself) and moaned about how you had bullied him.

“You’ll live.”

“Ha!” you pointed the rolled up comic at him like a fencing sword. “Suck my candy cane.”

He lunged across the room at you, and you two played cat and mouse by running around the couch over and over. You both know he could full well jump over the couch and grab you, but this was more fun.

Hours later, all three of you were snuggled up on the couch, bellies full with the food Seki had made. You were practically sandwiched between the two Pro-Heros, eyes closed and warm as can be. Both you and Seki had one hand scratching and rubbing Ryo’s back, who was at least 70% asleep, and then one hand on each other. Yours was softly stroking Seki’s cheek and neck, and his rubbed your abdomen. 

“I love you,” murmured Seki into the top of your head, as if to himself.

Both you and Ryo murmured the same thing in return, and the room returned to a comfortable, dozing silence.

Posted 2021 December 26

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okay but the ultimate thirst: big, bara Vlad King. Sure he comes off kinda stern, but he's probably shy in a tsundere way and definitely built for getting pegged

NSFW

(He is build like whore! Those tiddies have no right being out on the open like that and he knows it. He just wants to show them off so that everyone can ogle at him.)

He scoffs at you every time you act suggestive or make comments about his costume. You mostly enjoy ogling at his chest, the nipples hard and obvious through the thin costume. You constantly tell him to let you take his costume off after work but he refuses to let you come anywhere near him unless its in the privacy of his home or your own. When you both get to his or yours, you play with his chest and pinch at his perky nipples. You suck and bite at them and rip his tight costume off of him as quickly as you could manage.

Vlad allowed you to do whatever you wanted with his body, the way you worship him felt so good. His heart raced in side his chest as he loudly moaned out your name with every thrust. The ribbed strap on stretching him and hitting his prostate had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Picking up the pace granted you the chance to watch his chest bounce with each thrust and that was an image you wanted to record.

[emjiroki]

Kan Sekijirou (Vlad King)x Reader Headcanons 18+ Minors DNI 

Thank you @thorinsraven​ for your request! I'm so sorry it took me so long 😭 You’re awesome and I love seeing you pop into my inbox❤ I actually had really bad writers block this weekend so I'm gonna do some sexy headcanons🥴

Kan has so much Daddy potential and I’m kind of kicking myself for not seeing it sooner! Like Duh Em blind much? 🥵 Kan Sekijirou is a well packaged snack and I hope everyone enjoys reading 💖

Definitely flusters easily. A simple kiss on the cheek or squeeze of his thigh has his cheeks burning. He's a little inexperienced, only having had a few partners who could actually handle him, but he wants to be perfect for you so it makes up for it

Kan Sekijirou is a big man. All around. So prepping is most definitely needed. Loves watching you fall part on his fingers. Loves to hear you gasp as he kisses against your inner thighs, lips and teeth bringing up reddening marks on your soft skin

Sekijirou knows that you have a thing for his fangs, and uses it against you as much as possible. Scrapping them across your throat to send a shiver down your spine before pulling you in closer to press hot kiss to your lips

Absolutely wrecked when you get between his legs and try to suck him off. Your jaw will ache but it'll be worth it to hear the deep growls as he cums down your throat with flushed cheeks and heavy,panting breaths

Something about this big man tells me likes when you ride him. It's cute and unbearably arousing to him to watch you impale yourself on his big cock, no matter how long it takes to fully seat yourself.

He'll sit up against the headboard and pull you to his chest, burying his mouth against yours, one hand gripping your waist to bounce you on his cock and the other hand pulling and rubbing against your nipple.

Speaking of headboards. He's broken a few of them. He just doesn't want to hurt you, hated any bruises that didn't come from his mouth on your skin. So if he gripped the headboard just a little too hard when the pleasure of the moment got too overwhelming, Sue him.

The man cums buckets. Leaks out around his still hard cock as he keeps himself pressed inside of you, murmuring praises with a rough voice and pressing kisses to your sweaty face.

Aftercare King! Cleans you up and gets you water before changing the sheets. Most of the time you just shower together after but sometimes he'll run an actual bath. Wanting to take his time worshipping your body just a little bit longer, maybe rutting his hips against your backside until you shift and let him squeeze in again, cock warming him as he washes you and tells you how good you feel and how well you take him. Noone else compares to you

Hope everyone enjoyed 🔥❤

[writewithmarites]

First Impressions

Marites’ Ship for this Gossip: None, It's just U.A. faculty and Y/N having fun!

Heed Marites’ Warnings; Read on your own risk: Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Reader

Gossip with Marites: @slutbench @saudade-mayari

Shouta was dragged along by his friends once more to another “welcoming-the-new-teacher” ritual. First it was All Might, now it’s the Search Hero: Miru.

Upon the first week of meeting you, they noticed that you weren’t talkative but you were approachable to say the least.

Your cute and innocent demeanor almost made Nemuri change the location for the “welcoming-the-cute-new-teacher”, but honestly wouldn’t it be interesting to see how the new teacher acts when they’re drunk?

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The whole faculty has gone through at least three 12-cases of beer. You all are pretty drunk... to Nemuri’s delight, “And now the fun begins~”

Her gaze lands on your drunken state, “So Y/N dear, how are you liking being part of the UA faculty?”

Giggling, you answer her, words slurring, “I’m ecsSSstaTiC! It’s fUNnn worKinGGgg with you guYyysSss!”

The curiosity bubbling up inside Nemuri was too much, her smirk an indication, “I’m quite interested to know what are your first impressions with us?”

“Please, eEEELAborAtE.”

“When you first saw us, what did you think? Like, Hizashi! What did you think of Hizashi when you first saw him! Annoying? Loud?”

“Switch.”

“What?”

“I think he’s a switch.”

“I-”

“Toshinori is a sub. You radiate dom energy. Aizawa’s a top, but he’ll be a cute brat, no? Sekijiro’s a soft dom. Cementoss, switch. Thirteen, bottom.”

[astraphel]

💌 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 💌

Ryo Inui/Hound Dog 3,016 Words

Master List ✰ Flash Fiction ✰ Main ✰ Daily GIFs

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their partner? How do they spend their free time with them?

Going out to the bar, bonus if Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King comes as well - at least while you're in the getting-to-know-each-other-still phase of things. You could probably get him to a drag show and/or burlesque if you asked real nice too. He might feign a complaint but have a good time, especially if you get really into it. He likes seeing you happy.

He isn't much for big adventures or anything but he wouldn't say no to a nature hike or a casual outing together on his rare day off.

He does enjoy your alone time though once you get to that point.

B eauty - What do they admire about their partner? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He's someone who is into the quality of a person's character rather than having a lot of physical preferences. His heightened sense of smell makes me think a person's pheromones/scent signature would be a big part of his attraction to someone.

He’d likely be into someone with a strong will who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves or those they care about.

C omfort - How would they help their partner when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Ryo has a very keen sense of smell and would be able to pick up on any adverse moods pretty quickly. He can’t read minds though so he’d meet you where you’re at and be mindful of your needs to help you feel better.

If you haven’t had the chance to talk to him about those needs before you have a panic attack around him, he’ll do his best to navigate the situation even if you’re not verbal. He’d approach with a conversation later on to help plan out what to do next time.

Then open the conversation to specify ways he helped and ways he could do better. He wouldn’t give you any grief about taking care of you at all.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their partner?

If you’ve crossed the threshold into Canine Loyalty Territory then it’s likely he’s envisioning something long term. He’s pragmatic so I don’t see him getting overboard with it, but he’s aware of the things he enjoys about you and could see things moving forward.

He’s likely to bring it up in private once he’s certain about how he feels; his confrontational nature makes it easy for him to approach potentially difficult conversations. He simply prefers to have everything on the table and be sure you’re on the same page.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dominant, for sure. I don't think there's anything else to say for that really LOL.

He's huge, hot headed, but also realistic. Dominant by nature, but I think he'd do fine with a partner who has similar traits - or at least is someone who isn't too intimidated to call him on his shit.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their partner? How are they fighting?

Hound Dog is a hot head big time, we know this. That said, we’ve only seen him from the perspective of students needing to be talked to for making rash decisions which makes him upset. If he got *really* angry with you (as in, losing human speech) it would likely be out of concern for your safety/health, if you made a decision that got you in danger for example.

Also a “If you die, I’ll kill you!” kinda vibe

Forgiveness isn’t an issue, Ryo seems like an “us vs. the problem” kind of person. He’s a great counselor, and from his actions with Deku during the festival we know he’s good at looking at the bigger picture and being solution oriented.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their partner is doing for them?

According to the Light Novel canon, Hound Dog and Vlad King constantly talk each other up and get emotional about their friendship. Vlad King is a weepy drinker and Hound Dog comforts him and, of course, Vlad is one of few people who can calm Hound Dog down and interpret his speech.

Due to this, I believe Hound Dog is completely aware of any help he gets from others and seeks to repay that in kind. He’s likely a bit stoic in the moment but emotional in private or after a few drinks. He’d be sure you knew how grateful he was if you helped him out in even a small way.

His heart would melt if you noticed he forgot his lunch for the day and you went out of your way to bring it to him, for example. Small gestures are never lost on him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their partner? Or do they share everything?

I could see him having a few things he might not say up front, but I don’t think it would be an intentional dishonesty type of situation. Some people just aren’t ready to share things with a new person or in a new relationship.

Once he’s comfortable he wouldn’t hold anything back, though.

I nspiration - Did their partner change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I said in my first Ryo post that his keen sense of smell helps him tell what people are feeling and how upfront they’re being about it. Again, he can’t read minds but if he’s close to someone then he could easily put the pieces together. If it’s something totally out of left field, then it’s on you to choose to bring him in and ask for help or support, which he would give in a moment.

To quote my original post because I said it just fine there,

“I think, with the right dynamic and awareness of your limits and needs, the honesty factor would be a huge learning experience for a lot of people who date him or spend time with him. As in, communication - honest communication, is really difficult for a lot of people. Sometimes lies are a learned safety mechanism, sometimes it’s coping, sometimes it’s maladaptive daydreaming or dissociation, and sometimes it’s insincere & malicious in intent.”

“You wouldn’t have to do the “saying yes when you mean no” thing. You wouldn’t have to make yourself small when you’re with him. I doubt he’d judge any of your struggles, he’d just want you to be open and honest with him so he can meet you where you’re at.”

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

At first I leaned into yes but unless it's a situation where the relationship hasn't been defined clearly yet, I don't think he'd feel threatened by other people.

Again, I'm attributing it to his sense of smell, at least in terms of trusting his partner. He might get grumbly with someone if they were clearly bothering you, but he wouldn't get jealous.

After a couple drinks though that might be a different story, he'd be more likely to lean into his protective nature in that case.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Well, kissing Ryo is different because he doesn't have a human mouth. The first kiss might be a lick on the cheek or neck coupled with him nuzzling his face on yours. A clear display of affection.

Since licking is his form of kissing, he wouldn’t be likely to do it in public especially if you’re someone who wears makeup. He’s not looking for a mouth full of foundation or put you in a situation where you have to redo your look.

If his partner doesn’t wear makeup then he might be one to sneak a “kiss” in when he can during the day but in low key ways.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their partner?

I think he'd be a little nervous at first. He'd go out for a drink with Sekijiro to talk about it and get some encouragement. Sekijiro would get emotional and brotherly about it, I'm sure. Ryo would probably end up consoling him by the end of the night and his friend's reaction to him wanting to confess would give him more confidence. Vlad knows Hound Dog better than anyone so if he approves of a partner it makes a difference.

It wouldn’t be a big production or anything, maybe invite you over to watch a movie or make dinner together. You'll spend the evening catching up, exchanging a joke or two. He can sense how relaxed you are around him. He can also sense when your heart rate increases just a little when he approaches behind you. Not out of fear, but something else...

While you work at the stove, he leans in from behind you and gives you a small lick on the cheek and gently tugs your chin in his direction. Making eye contact he'd say it both with real meaning and so casual you have to take a second to process what just happened.

Turning from the stove you stand on your tiptoes and pull his face to yours, nuzzling the cheek he licked on his nose and say it back to him.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Marriage is in his radar but not something he actively seeks or would settle for if he was on the fence about someone. He’d want to be 100% certain he wants to spend his life with his partner, no half-measures.

He'd propose in a similar way to his love confession, except it would be one of few times he'd try for a special evening. Your favorite restaurant, favorite dessert. Maybe the place he took you on your first date. Something low-key and enjoyable for both of you.

While walking together through a park or at the waterfront afterwards, he'd kneel down and pop the question.

I doubt it would be random, the decision to marry isn't a light one so he'd have open discussions about marriage. You'd have no idea when he'd pop the question, however. Or how.

Marriage would deepen his loyalty tenfold. In marrying him you already know what to expect from him, nothing would change dramatically after the wedding bells. He'd be someone to truly build a life and grow with.

N icknames - What do they call their partner?

He's 6'5" and thick af, so chances are you're smaller than him in size.

I could see him using cute terms of endearment, or maybe having a few different pet names he goes through. He calls the students pups so probably not that for an SO, but maybe depending on the relationship dynamic.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

I think the only person it would be super obvious to is Vlad King. They're close enough that he can translate for Ryo when he's too angry to talk so I think he'd see the signs early on.

Others in Hound Dogs general proximity might notice he’s a little more docile when you’re around, but they wouldn’t bring it up.

In terms of how he expresses his feelings, he’d start to escort you place’s if you had to walk somewhere. You’d strike up conversation and he’d be a great active listener - asking you questions and getting you to talk about your favorite things. He’d enjoy watching you light up about your favorite topics.

He’d also express concern for your comfort and safety in situations that might seem silly to you, but it starts to dawn that he might be interested.

From there it might segue into Vlad King asking you to join them for drinks on Ryo’s behalf, or maybe sneakily inviting you because he could tell there was an attraction there. Maybe conveniently have to excuse himself for a moment to give you some alone time.

He’d take the chance to ask you about your favorite hobbies and the conversation can just flow all night. Having Vlad there would help keep things cohesive and you’d be entertained by hearing them reminisce about their younger days.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their partner in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's totally open about the relationship, if he has a shy partner he wouldn't make them uncomfortable, but he is prone to brag if he's really into someone.

Again, he wouldn't lick you in public or anything, but he is one to put an arm around you or rest a hand on the small of your back if he senses you getting nervous about something.

I think after a few drinks Ryo would absolutely talk about his partner in a big way, and be more affectionate. In the light novels he's notably outspoken about how much he appreciates Vlad. They both gas each other up a lot and Ryo would absolutely bring that energy to a romantic relationship too.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His sense of smell, of course.

“He’d be able to detect even minute changes in your body, he actually might be able to alert you if something changes that you might not notice yourself (as in, something to get checked out by a doctor). If you spend enough time together, he’d be keen to your body’s changes in ways you never could be.” - Other Ryo Post

Also his Canine Loyalty is a unique attribute of his quirk. Basically once you’re in, you’re in. He’s a ride-or-die big time with those he’s close to.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their partner happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I don't see him as being a huge romantic - you wouldn't get grand gestures or a surprise he planned for months. But he would be mindful of your favorite things and comforts. He’s more of a small gesture kind of dude (both giving and recieving), and practical in ways he’s supportive. If he buys you a gift it’s never off the mark, he gets you something that reminds him of you and that really means something.

On a special occasion he might treat you to a nice weekend at a hot spring on an anniversary if your schedules align.

S upport - Are they helping their partner achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes he’s a great supportive partner, and he’d do whatever he could to help them achieve their pursuits. He believes and trusts them hands down, and that feeling is mutual. It’s one of his best traits, actually. There’s not much more to say than that for this lol.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He's more into routine, especially with how hazardous hero work can be. Having consistency at home or in a relationship would be important to him. That's not to say he wouldn't try anything new but he's perfectly content once a routine is found.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Ryos great listening skills makes him easy to talk to once you get past the abrasive exterior. He's a school counselor so he'd be empathetic to your struggles and needs big time, and is happy to meet you where you're at.

He may get frustrated and grumbly sometimes, especially if he feels like other people aren’t giving you the respect you deserve - but he won't tell you how to live your life.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He would hold a relationship in high regard, but not to the point of it impacting his responsibilities as a hero and counselor. He values his friendship with Vlad a lot and I think in comparison of importance it would be close until you've been together a while.

His relationships are very significant to him, and that spans beyond romantic ones.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He absolutely loves it when you play with his hair. Especially if it's shedding time, if you spend the time to help him brush through his hair he’ll be eternally grateful. Even better if you can make a day of it and just massage his scalp and give him a good deep treatment.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

It depends on his mood. If he's really rumbly it might take some time to cool off. When he's in the mood though expect to get lots of affectionate licks and head rubs. He loves to smell the scent of him on you.

Let him snuggle up to you and scratch his scalp or behind his ears and he'll melt under your attention.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He'll spend time with your things, laying on your pillow or grabbing one of your favorite shirts. The smell of you would bring him comfort.

He’d text and check in with you often but not in a helicopter boyfriend kind of way.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely, as said above I don't think he'd do anything that would interfere with his responsibilities but he'd do whatever he could to help solve a problem. In terms of relationship dynamics, he'd be approachable for hard conversations and open to compromise and meeting halfway. Pragmatic, intelligent, and empathetic - he really has the potential to be a great companion. It’s in his DNA!

[bakibakini]

THROWS SELF INTO THE VOID. VLAD KING WITH A SHORT, SHY S/O. als o.. maybe tokoyami if u can ... uwu ...

✦ vlad king & fumikage tokoyami with a short , shy s/o ✦ headcanons

pairings : vlad king x reader ; fumikage tokoyami x reader 

notes : ahaha im here 2 gib u that vlad content , he deserves more luv sweaty !! 

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sekijiro kan ( vlad king ) : 

the first time he saw you was in a shop , trying to reach for the chocolate chip cookies that were , for some reason , on the very top shelf . he reached the package with ease and handed it to you , all the while you uttered out a surprised thanks and ran off . 

sekijiro brushed this one time encounter off , but while walking his dog the other night , he managed to bump into you ! or rather , his dog got all up in your business and nearly knocked you down . he apologized profusely and you tried to assure him it was okay . key word ; tried to , because , holy smokes , you managed to bump into the vlad king twice in the same week and your poor heart couldn’t take this . 

it was dark and you were tiny , and it caused his weird homeroom teacher that’s also a pro - hero nature to kick in , thus him offering to walk you home . were you dying internally ? yes , but you also couldn’t say no . by the time you were at your doorstep , you were apologizing profusely for taking out the time of his day .

you didn’t expect to bump into him the day after that , and the day after that . it was odd ; were you passing him every other day and you just didn’t notice up until now ? whatever it was , you were glad that you had gotten acquainted because , despite his very threatening appearance , he’s actually super nice . 

what a respectful nice guy ! helping you out whenever you need , ordering food for you if you feel like you’re unable to ( though sometimes sekijiro’s pep - talks are so good , you end up ordering pizza by yourself , with him giving you a thumbs up in the background ) . he’s the type of guy your dad would want you to marry , really . 

but then you get into a relationship , and he comes over , and he teases you relentlessly by holding up stuff you want to grab . you get so embarrassed and red , he loves to see it , he really does . he doesn’t tease too much , though , he’s nice . 

boy does he love to carry you around or give you piggy - back rides . you’re just so tiny and so precious !! and let’s not even start with how much he adores to just hold you , whether hugging you or cuddling you , he thinks you fit him so well . 

besides , when he hugs you from behind , you get so flustered , it’s absolutely adorable !! 

unfortunately for you , you’re not safe from getting found out by the class he’s teaching . one of the 1 - b kids is bound to see you two walking hand in hand ( even if it’s very discreetly , as to avoid prying eyes of vlad king fans ) , and it won’t be long until the entire class knows you ( especially if it’s neito , he’s not above taking a picture of the two of you in secret and sending it into the class group chat ) .

they’re going to want to meet  you , especially since sekijiro is kinda like their dad . if they do get to meet you , you bet they’re going to thank you for taking care of their favorite teacher ! even if they don’t see you a lot , they’re going to think you’re their parent , too . 

yeah , sekijiro is a gentle giant , much to everyone’s surprise . not only is he big in size , his heart is also huge ! no matter how babie you are , he loves you a lot . 

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fumikage tokoyami : 

thank god you’re short . seriously , he’s small too , he’s so glad the person he likes so much is shorter than him . it’s like life was looking up for him ! 

that being said , he still has insecurities when trying to ask you out . he’s god a bird head and a scary quirk to boot , he’s super scared of being made a fool of ! nonetheless , mashirao and mezou talk him into asking you to a cafe and he ended up going for it . 

now , you’re naturally shy , so when he did find a roundabout edgy poetic way to ask you out , you froze up . fumikage , your long - time crush , likes you and wants to go on a date with you ? you were dreaming !! and if you weren’t , then you actually had to respond , and the mere thought of that made you feel like you were going to explode . 

he got a little scared when you didn’t say anything at first and was more than ready to take it all back . but , to his surprise , you soon uttered out a quiet “ i - i’d love to go out with you ! ” . to say he was elated would’ve be an understatement . 

he’s not that big on pda , so he’s glad that , through your shyness , you don’t mind that he doesn’t show that much affection in public .

hand holding is free real estate though ! 

whenever you’re alone together , he loves to hold your tiny figure in his . naturally ! not only does he enjoy the fact that there’s someone shorter than him , he also can hardly believe that there’s someone who actually likes him . so he relishes in that . 

he won’t show it , but he’s always a little scared of hurting you when it’s dark . he’s terrified of dark shadow going completely loose and harming you in any way , but you assure him that even if you’re tiny , you can still fend for yourself with your own quirk .

other than that , dark shadow is quite ... something . for a quirk , he’s pretty shameless ! whenever he’s out , he gives you compliments , apparently just saying what’s on fumikage’s mind , and tells you just how much fumikage talks about you . it’s embarrassing for the both of you , but you find it a bit nice .

also , pet dark shadow , please . not only is dark shadow going to love it , but also fumikage will appreciate the fact you’re not repelled by his odd quirk . 

also , watch out , fumikage tokoyami is going to write a poem for you .

all in all , fumikage is nice company for someone as shy as you with how down to earth he is , and he might not voice it much due to his own little shyness that pops out with you around , but he really really loves you .

bonus : please kiss the side of his beak !! he’s going to be more flustered than any of the times you ever were around him 

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[mashiraostail]

Hi! Can I please get some Gang Orca, Aizawa, Vlad King and Present Mic when their S/O knows they've been having a rough week and they surprise their mans with lingerie and an evening of... *ahem* Stress relief? Also some pampering and snuggles!

o my gosh i love this song this is kinda on the longer side i have diverged into the world of p o rn 

ns fw under the cut (i think it’s pretty gender neutral lmk tho!)

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: Kugo tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve in private with you, stress was no different. He was clearly stretched out beyond his normal limits, and by the looks of it, he still had a ways further to go. He always got a little short with you when his work became tedious, not in a mean way just in a curt way. One word answers to your questions became favorable and for better or worse he mostly just liked to be left alone. He apologized after things were sorted he knows you’re only worried and trying to check in with him but when things pile up he gets overwhelmed even by your simple questions.  You could feel the irritation appearing on Monday night, and it only piled as the week progressed, by the end of it the poor man was about to spill over with his annoyance. You were working quietly across the room from him, much less stressful and more leisurely assignments that didn’t make your heart leap out of your throat, you watch him tap his pen around on his desk, prattling the black plastic as he sat on the phone, after a moment he just hung up and sighed, that was the fourth interaction like that within the hour. You watched him forlornly, you wished there was some way for you to help relieve the tension in his shoulders, something you could say or do that would put him at ease rather than overwhelm him further. As you pondered it you realized that maybe there was something. You stand up suddenly, and the unexpected motion leads Kugo to turn and look at you expectantly.  “I’m going to get ready for bed I think.” You sigh, “I’m pretty exhausted so it’s probably best to call it an early night.” It was at least worth a try, even if he’d say no, “you look tired too.” You press a kiss just below his eye, “why don’t you join me?”  He shakes his head, “In a little while. I’ll be quiet.”  “I wasn’t worried about that.” You squeeze his shoulders, “don’t work too hard, okay Kugo?” He just hums back at you as you leave.  You were sort of worried you’d lost it, you’d boughten it a while ago but got too nervous to even put it on by yourself let alone in front of someone else. It wasn’t that you thought he wouldn’t like it, you were pretty sure Kugo could find a way to compliment you if you were wearing a trash bag, it just felt...strange. Embarrassing maybe. You couldn’t pin the word but it made you flutter nervously.  When you do manage to dig it up you contemplate it for a second. You decide the nervousness will be worthwhile if it helps relieve Kugo even a little bit.  You wonder how to go about it, should you just walk across the hall and bust in his office? That feels sort of curt. You look around for a moment before an idea percolates.  “Kugo!” You call out to him, trying to keep an indifferent tone, “can you come here a second? I need a hand!” You hear him sigh, and you’re half expecting him to call back that the step ladder is in the kitchen. But you sit on the edge of your bed in wait, trying to look less nervous and more appealing.  “What’s the matter? I’m very-” Blue, dark navy blue and barely there. He really wasn’t expecting this. He could practically see all of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs crossed, thin satiny straps hardly holding the frail garment together, he’s sure just one tug from his finger would send it fluttering to the ground. He feels sort of bad for letting so much annoyance bubble up in him when you called for him. But now something else was bubbling up. It was like you’d packaged yourself up for him.. well he supposed you quite literally did. “Are you busy?” You can feel his gaze latch onto you, his eyes taking you in, up and down rapidly over and over again.  “No..not...very..”

 It really doesn’t take much coaxing to get him undressed and into bed. After a while of kissing him while his hands roam around the sheer blue lace that just scarcely covered you, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. You’d been together for a while, and you were never one to hold out on him, he isn’t sure why he’s on cloud nine right now, it’s not like he’d never gotten this sort of thing from you before, your hands, mouth, and a lot more than that were always there. If he wanted you all he had to do was ask. But something about you doing this for him, because he was stressed...the way you did all this just to relieve him? It was too sweet, combined with the sight of you in that perfect outfit on your knees for him and the feeling of your lips and hands playing with his already hard cock was more than enough to wash the tension away. It cleared his head of anything but you.  Big hands pull your mouth off his length, the drool and precum around your lower lip, paired with the redness washed over your face and the obscene plumpness in your lips that the stretch of his cock left behind would have been enough to make him beg if you felt any need to withhold from him. Lucky for him you did not.  “Kugo-” You let him spread your legs, tread careful fingers between them pressing in one, then another while he holds you up in his lap, leaning you against his chest for leverage.  “What a sweet thing you are...” His chest rumbles with it, “did you go to this trouble all to make me feel better?”  His fingers knew their way around too well, his other hand splayed on your chest, careful to simply push or slide underneath the lace rather than remove it, palms and fingertips occasionally brushing over your nipple, all you can do is keen and nod.  “You did?” His hand on your chest pushes you closer, “that makes me so happy my love.”  “Kugo-” You call for him again and he hums as you clutch his wrist, the one between your legs.  “I’m right here. Hm... What would I do without you?” He murmurs it close to your ear, it sends a full-body shudder down your frame, “you always take such good care of me, and I was being cold to you wasn’t I?”  “No,” you shake your head, your whole face is burning, a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at the exposure, “you weren’t-”  “But I was.” He sighs, “and now I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”  “Kugo- I just want you,” you gasp, fingers tightening around his arm, “please Kugo,” his fingers leave you at that, the loss makes your whole abdomen stutter.  “Turn around and face me.” You follow his order with shaking thighs.  “Aren’t you lovely?” His tongue slides over your chest as two big hands curl around the small of your back. “Can you do it?”  His question falls on deaf ears, you’re already lining him up and starting to take him in, the groan that rumbles out of him only spurs you on until you’ve worked yourself up to hysterics bouncing in his lap, his low grunted praises pushing you closer to the proverbial edge by the second.  You’re a nice view, Kugo’s surprised he’s lasted so long with it. He watches the flush extend down your chest, his hand occasionally treks down the small of your back to your hips, then down still to feel the stretch of you around his length, until he's just about there, then he’s guiding all your movements, pushing and lifting you with ease, an almost bruising grip gets you to roll your hips against his. You’re sheathed totally in his lap when you both finish.  He enjoys watching your chest heave as you come down from it, then you fall against him. “You really do look lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place.  “You think so?” You shuffle up his chest, “well I’m glad. I don’t know why I was nervous..”  “Nervous?” His tongue glides along your neck, “about how you looked?” “Maybe, I don’t know. I thought maybe you wouldn’t like it, I...I guess I don’t know what I thought to be honest.”  “Whatever you want to give to me I’d be delighted to have.” He nips your earlobe and you sigh, coiling a leg around him as he continues, “even when I get a little short with you, you’re always what I want. I’m a pushover when it comes to you.” He concedes, and then you remember.  “Sorry to pull you away from all your work. I just wanted to help...”  “No need to be sorry, you did help..” He’s rubbing long, tender strokes up your back, “and anyways it was an emergency.” 

Shouta Aizawa: Stress wasn’t foreign to the erasure hero, though stress that came from being behind on work presented a certain dilemma. He dealt with stress by sleeping, but in this case...well sleeping would only make it worse. So he got even less sleep than normal. He was irritable at best and downright rude at worst. He’d apologize later, he always did, but at the moment all he wanted was to be left along to plug away at all the responsibilities he’d neglected until now. You felt bad, you wished there was more you could do to help him out, but as it were all you could really do is be there if he wanted to lean his weight on your arm or complain about his day, normally you’d offer a nap with him but that seemed like the last thing he’d want.  You’d already left him to get ready for bed, you’d showered and were rummaging around for some pajamas when you find it, you don’t think you’d even worn it before. You wouldn’t say you and Shouta didn’t have a lot of sex, you had a decent amount, but normally fancy lingerie was left to fantasy, it looked fragile and not at all like something that would hold up against Shouta’s semi-destructive bedroom tendencies, you wonder why you bought it in the first place. Though you realize that it may be useful right about now, especially if he was in a being taken care of mood over a, doing the caring mood.  You wonder how long ago you even got it, it still fit fine so it can’t be all that old. You peek out the bedroom door to make sure he’s still sitting, unsuspecting at the table in the kitchen, his back to you.  When it all checked out you made your way over, sliding your arms around his neck.  “Shou.” You rest your cheek against his temple, “it’s so late.”  “I know.” Is his deadpan reply. “Do you need the time?” He points to the bottom right of his screen, a small digital clock displaying the hour. You huff at that, you knew he knows that’s not what you mean. “Come to bed with me.” You rub his chest over the ribbed fabric of his shirt, “please?”  “In a minute.”  “Shouta..please..” You whine at him and duck down to kiss his jaw, he reaches behind himself to hold onto you, he finds your shoulder, by the crook of your neck, expecting to feel the fabric of a t shirt or a tank top strap, but there’s nothing, just skin, he slides his hand over your shoulder, in search of something. His other arm reaches around too, lower, to your legs, thighs, and hips.  “Are you naked?” He asks incredulously. “Maybe,” His hand finds one strap around your thigh as you continue, “or better.” He pulls away and stands, facing you, you’re still bent over resting on the back of his chair.  “You-” His eyes latch onto the purple, royal purple, dark, and figure-hugging, leaving nothing to his imagination, purple that he wanted to pull away with his teeth, leaving marks on your skin behind in its place.  “Where’d you get that-”  “Why’s it matter?” You laugh, pulling him closer by his shoulder, “want a matching set?”  “Shut up.” He wraps his arms around you despite his words.  “Ready to call it a night now?” Your own arms come around his neck and he sighs.  “You’re such a brat.”  “You were the one being mean, if you work like this too much I’ll worry you don’t love me anymore, you know?”  The trek from the kitchen to your bedroom is mostly lost in your memory.  You aren’t entirely sure why you considered the possibility that Shouta would want to lay back and let you take care of him, as soon as he touched you back in the kitchen you realized all he’d really want to do was blow off steam. But you were fine with that too. 

That in mind...he can be utterly cruel when it suits him. 

“Are you still worried I don’t love you anymore?” His voice is low and gruff beside your ear, his lips and stubble scraping down your jaw to your neck. If you’d had plans to get on your knees for him he nixed them before you could even get started in favor of getting you where he had you now, back to his chest three fingers inside you at a grueling pace, pushing and curling and rubbing until your eyes were watering and you were arching against him, trying to get enough leverage to close yourself off.  “Keep your legs open.” His other hand is at your collar bone, keeping you pressed against him, “come on, or I’ll tie you up how I want you.” You grip his arm at that you can feel him grin into your skin.  “You’re gonna rip it-” You turn into him, chest stuttering, he hadn’t gone to the trouble of removing the lingerie, just pushing and twisting it out of the way of his hands.  “I’ll buy you a new set if I do.” He’s teeth close around your neck, “don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything.”  You dig your nails into his arm unsure of what number orgasm this was, honestly after 2 you felt like they just melded together anyways, it’s not like he let up nearly long enough to let you recover.  “Are your eyes watering?” He mutters it into your jaw, “aren’t you cute? Is it too much?” You’re just shaking your head, keening and arching into his touch, chest heaving with helpless breaths.  “No?” His voice is thick with faux sympathy, “are you gonna cry? It hurts a little to be so close, doesn’t it? Can’t take it? You’re right there aren’t you? Why can’t you cum?” He doesn’t mind the scratching, and it’s a good thing, cause if he did..he’d be an unhappy man after this all let up.  “You didn’t say-” You barely get the breath in your lungs to push the words out.  He’s grinning though, it’s the answer he wanted, exactly how he wanted it, breathless and needy. “You want me to say you can?” His other hand rubs your stomach comfortingly, a stark and unfair contrast to the pace of his second hand. “Is that what you want? Will you cry if I don’t?”  “I’ll cry if you do too-”  “I’m willing to test that, come on. Cum now.” It happens like clockwork, with Shouta it always was. Stuttering thighs, your stomach taking in shaky uneven breaths. Once your peak is there and gone both hands are softer, slower, rubbing long strokes against your sex then your stomach and chest.  “That was good.” He’s murmuring it into the soft skin behind your ear, “that was so good. You’re so sweet.” His hand’s rubbing small circles over your belly, his thumb brushing over your navel. “Is that all you can do tonight?” “No,” You shake your head vehemently, “no I want you too-” He hums affectionately into your skin at that. “You are sweet tonight.” He squeezes you a little, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but you feel it. “Okay then, if this is what you want then I won’t feel bad. Lay on your chest.”

Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King: Despite how he looked Kan really wasn’t very brutish at all. But when he got like this sometimes his own strength evaded him. It made his emotions obvious, when he got too stressed even a fountain pen was liable to snap in his fist. He’d worked through all the wooden pencils in your apartment, they’d been halved and discarded in rapid succession, he was currently working through all the mechanical pencils. You hoped this all got sorted before the fountain pens, that was a mess you’d rather avoid. He was usually good at dealing with stress, long runs, combat trainings, things in that vein were usually enough to relive him of a bad couple of days. But if the discontent extended past that normally he liked talking with you, when he was stressed, upset or exhausted he liked having you hauled up in his lap, squeezing him, combing your fingers through his hair and babying him into perking up a bit. But when it got past even that stage was when you had to worry about fountain pens.  He’d brush you off, just a grunt or nod as a reply as he slunk back into his seat. You tired your signature knuckle kisses to get him to warm up to you, but all you’d gotten out of him was a huff of breath. He didn’t pull his hand away from you though, until his phone started to ring, and by the time he finished his conversation and hung up he didn’t look keen on offering it to you again.  “Sek.” You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and he nods.  “You should come to bed. It’s late and you don’t feel good.”  “I feel fine.” He shakes your hold on his arm, “you go ahead. It is late, there’s no need for you to be up now.” Normally he’d kiss your head with a phrase like that, but all he did was break the pencil in his right hand. You sigh, “alright. Well wake me up if anything okay? If I can help at all I want to.”  “I know. Thanks.” You kiss his temple as you stand up, “Don’t be too late.” He just nods at that and you close the door behind you as you leave.  It’s there in your closet front and center when you open it up. You were planning on using it for his birthday...but now..well maybe it’d be enough to rescue him yet? You only got it a few days ago, you hadn’t even tried it on yet. You look between it and your reflection before settling on an idea.  You stand before the closed door, separating you and Sekijiro, you’re just a little nervous, if he brushed you off dressed like this you’d be sort of crushed, but he got such tunnel vision sometimes it was a possibility in your head. But you were almost 100% there now, so there wasn’t any use in turning back. “Sekijirio.” You open the door and try to seem less anxious. “Mhm?” He doesn’t turn to look at you. You approach him without responding. “Sekijiro.” You say it harder this time and he nods more obviously, still spinning a barely together pencil in his fingers.  “Yeah,what’s wrong?” You’re standing beside him and he still doesn’t look at you.  “I though you were going to bed?” He says still without looking at you.  “I was.” You agree.  “So why didn’t you?” “I got lonely.” You put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to get his gaze on you, though you’re ineffective. “I’m really busy.”   “Sekijiro.” You spin his chair.  “Baby what gives, I-” He stops, maybe chokes on something.  “You’re being such a brute.” You take his hands and slide them up your stomach as you drop into his lap. He hears you but all he can think about is red, lacy and showy fabric highlighting the best places, like a guide for all the places his wants to put his hands, the band around your thigh squeezing, making you look even fuller and more supple in his lap. “What happened to my big sweet man Seki?” His mouth feels dry, your holding the sides of his neck, drawing him into a kiss, and clearly encouraging him to just put his hands all over you. It was like he was having some embarrassing high school fantasy, like someone dug around his brain and picked out his most perfect fantasy and laid it out like a trap for him. “I say that..but it’s so sexy when you get all worked up..” His stomach swarms at that as your eyes cast to the abandoned pile of broken writing utensils. You’re practically whining into his lips, “ and I know I shouldn’t distract you, you said you were busy, I’m sorry I’m so needy-”  “I’m not busy at all.” He barely lets you finish, “this is nothing. Don’t be sorry. I can do it tomorrow.” He was sure his class would understand if he..waited an extra day or two to return the exams..  “Just keep working.” Your hands are sliding into his shirt, “I’ll take care of you.”

He could not keep working. It was unfair of you to hold him to that standard, when you were so good at this, when you looked so good on your knees between his legs, taking him to the back of your throat, when your hands felt like that braced on his thighs. No sane person could keep working. Not when your hair was begging to have his hands in it, or when you clearly needed to be guided up and down his length by the nape of your neck.  He only had two hands. And when your’s started wandering, up his abdomen, around to his waist, begging him to toss his shirt somewhere else..the work can wait, for your sake. He doesn’t mean to pull so hard, but the moan that flutters past your lips when he does indicates it may not be the worst mistake he’s ever made. He pulls you off his length and you let him go with a pop, a thin strand of something obscene connected your lips to the head of his cock, the sight of it alone was enough to make him buck his hips up into nothing.  “Let’s just go to bed.” He’s guiding you to stand, “I’m done here. Let’s just go bed.” He can’t tell if the ditzy stumble and blown out pupils are just part of the act or if blowing him really does shut your brain off a little. “if you want-” Your voice jumps as he swipes you up via the back of your thighs, once your settle though you take the short walk to your bedroom as an opportunity to get your lips on him again, his shoulders, his chest, just around the neckline of his hero costume, if it even tore a little one stood the chance of sticking out. He loses his pants on the way. He just tosses you on the bed once you’re close enough, before you can protest or complain he’s kissing you quiet, then trailing his mouth down your neck and shoulders, to your chest and stomach and legs, kissing and biting and fingering, enjoying the feeling of your fingers twirling and tugging his hair, and the way you’re spreading your legs to allow him closer. He enjoys it until he’s hooking your legs over his shoulders and lining himself up, your hands brace his hips as he presses forward.  If anyone asked him this was the best of both worlds, he got the physical work out plus he got you cooing in his ear? He wasn’t really sure what he was stressed about in the first place.  “Fuck-” You’re gasping it out, pressing his face into your neck, “you’re amazing-” Even subtle praise makes his stomach jump, and you’re just babbling it out thoughtlessly at this point, he doesn’t blame himself for not lasting much longer after you start.  His weight drops onto your chest after you finish and you heave, “jeeze Sek-”  “Sorry.” He presses his face into your shoulder, “sorry.” But he doesn’t move. The way you wrap your arms around his back say you don’t want him to.  “That was really good.” He’s still huffing into your skin and you hum, dragging a hand up his back.  “I’ll help you grade that stuff tomorrow.” You twirl the hairs at the base of his neck around your fingertips. He groans thankfully. “I’m sorry I was being mean.” He rolls over and traps you against his chest, “you’re the best.” 

Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic Hyperactive was an understatement, manic was an intense downplay of the current state of your boyfriend. And he was doing everything but the things that needed to get done.  “Hizashi-”  “I can't now I need to do-” (insert thing that doesn’t need to be done at all).  He had plenty of reports to fill out, from what you heard it was a busy week for patrols in the area, plus his usual grading and any work for the show.  But instead of doing that he was reorganizing a record shelf.  “Hizashi I-”  “You don’t understand how badly I need to organize these alphabetically by title.” He doesn’t let you get a word in.  “Clearly I don’t at all. Can I help at all?” You sit on the ground behind him.  “No I don’t think so.”  “Alright.” You concede, “I’m gonna call it a night.” You sigh, “call if you need me.”  “Aye aye.” He’s scrutinizing two records as you leave him.  You just needed to get him to focus on something, then he’d be fine. But what could you get him to focus on...something starts to bubble up, it might just work too..if you could get his feet on the ground  in anyway at all you were sure it’d stick.  It doesn’t take you long to find the box, you’d bought it for a special occasion, though with Hizashi you normally didn’t get much in the ways of planning and preparation, when valentines, your birthday, his birthday, an anniversary etc.. rolled around he was jumping your bones the moment you rolled over in the morning. You don’t think he’s ever even seen this one on you.  You don’t take long to get changed, you’re inspecting yourself in the mirror when your bedroom door opens.  “Babe I know you said you were going to bed but I hope you aren’t asleep because while I was cleaning out that box that I use to prop up some vinyl sleeves I found these hilarious pictures from high school of you and Nem-” He drops the pictures.  “Oh.” You turn to him, “well I wanted to give you a surprise.”  “You did-” He chokes it out, red flush creeping down his neck, “why are you wearing that-”  “Because.” You go over to him and take his wrists, pulling him further into your bedroom, he just stumbles along with your pull. “You need to calm down Zashi baby.”  “This does not make me feel calm-” It’s strangled, if he got any redder you were sure you’d see steam coming out of his ears.  “You need to get all your energy out.” You press him down until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed. You roll your hips against him, and drag your lips down his jaw, one hand braced on his shoulder and the other against his chest, but you can still feel his attention waining.  “Zashi.” You drop all your weight into his lap and it pulls his eyes from your dresser back to you.  “Focus on me.” You guide his hands up your waist and all the fluster that had been lost as his thoughts wandered away from you returned. You realize the better thing to do is stand up and let him have things his way. “You can look or touch however you want.” You pull his hands down your hips.  “So just blow off all that extra steam okay? Whatever you want, just tell me.”  He looks mildly like he’s about to pass out.  His hands go where you expect, your hips, around to cup your ass and his lips flutter around your stomach and waist. You elect to just sigh good naturedly and curl your fingers in his hair to keep him with you. “Can you turn around?”  “Hizashi.” You frown, “don’t be distasteful.”  “You said whatever I wanted-” You suppose you cant argue that so you turn around and try not to let out an embarrassing squeak or squeal when 100% of his attention is directed at your ass, one arm circling around you to hold you in place.  Various articles of clothing are lost or rearranged to accommodate the touching and kissing. He manages to pull you into bed with him, still keeping your legs on either side of his head as he lays down. His arms wrap around your thighs  fingers and palms running slow strokes over your sex as his teeth scrape the surrounding skin, tongue fluttering against your hole occasionally. You press against his chest for leverage and he encourages you to rock your hips against him. You eventually go for his cock, as he starts to work you up too much, getting you too close. You thumb at the head before leaning down and taking him past your lips. He seems contented with that for a while until he’s laying you out on your chest, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pushing into you. He doesn’t stay pressed to you for too long before he’s pulling back to watch your whole body react to him.  It held his attention exceedingly well.  “Zashi fuck-” To say that the way you reached back and fumbled for his hand where it held the bend of your hips heightened the experience would be an understatement.  “Fuck you’re really sexy-” He presses his fingers into your skin harder, “god you’re so fucking hot,” he groans watching your back shift to accommodate the way your hand searches for some purchase. Instead though he’s pushing it away and using his grip on you to turn you to your back, he pulls your legs around his waist and you follow his pull with no protest.  “Fucking god,” He grunts, bottoming out as if he hadn’t pulled out in the first place, “shit, look at you.”  “Zashi-” Your chest flutters with it, he can feel it under his hands.  “Say my name like that again.” He mutters it, maybe more to himself, he’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist and aligning it over his shoulder.  He seriously had way too much energy, you could barely keep up you felt so dizzy.  “Zashi!” You keen at the deeper angle and he groans. “God you sound almost as good as you look.” He presses his forehead into your shoulder, “I’m gonna fucking cum babe-”  The way you were gripping him like you’d float away if you didn’t was already more than enough for him, but the way you’re nodding, eyes squeezed shut as you gasp it out at him, “me too!” If that didn’t do the trick then nothing would.  He’s against your chest, heaving. “Feel better?” You ask pulling a long strand of hair between your fingers. He hums and presses his face into your neck.  “Yeah I do..”  “It’s still pretty early.” You curl your arms around his back and drag your fingers over the shifting muscles below. He nods at that and takes a deep breath of you. “So..” You prompt him. “I could help you work out what you need to get done tomorrow?”  “We could go again?” You speak in unison.  “Again!?” You flush, “Zash you have way too much energy!” 

Bonus Aizawa ending hehe: “Are you sure you’re okay?” He’s looking at you where you lay below him the next morning, he’d reached over you to click off his alarm when he caught sight of you, he’d really done a number on you. Red in all the places he’d grabbed or smacked, shapeless hickeys outlining where the lingerie had been the night before, the map on your skin the only thing left of the garment as far as you were concerned.  “I’m fine.” You wave, “I’ve gotta get up soon though, I’ll be late.” You pin some of his stray hairs back, “what really matters is how are you feeling? Did I help at all? I was worried I’d only make it worse-”  “I feel much better.” He leans down to bridge the gap between your lips, “I shouldn’t get so stand offish. I’m sorry. I hope you don’t really think I don’t love you.”  “Of course I don’t.” You laugh, sitting up, “I’m glad you feel better now. It’s okay to need space Shouta.” You squeeze his face in your hands, “I love you and I know that you love me. I’m always here for you, even when you need space okay?” He hears your words and appreciates them, but his attention is taken by the state of your thighs, which was 1000x worse than that of your chest and stomach. “Are you sure I didn’t do too much? You can be honest with me. I know I was in a really bad mood.” He asks pushing the blanket to reveal more reddend skin.  “Positive. Now you should get a few more z’s Shou.” You stretch out, “I’ve got a meeting.”  As soon as your feet hit the floor your legs protest the weight of your body with everything they have. “Are you sure you’re sure?” Shouta can see your hickey covered thighs trembling as you walk around the bed to your closet, the way you hold the door knob like a life line makes it obvious. The backs of your thighs are still stained red and tensed taught to carry your weight. “Yeah I just...need to stretch is all..” “Uh-huh. Stretch.” Shouta’s just laughing at you. 

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Cancellation

I just wanna straight up apologise for whatever the fuck this is because I have NEVER written for this man in my life, the only reason I have the urge to at the moment is because of a tik tok series done by an amazing user called thisnerdcosplays

BUT, people always say things get better with practice, so here’s to that long ass road because how dare people make me thirst for this man.

To clarify the content is usually about their hilarious OC but the Vlad King interactions have me fucking dying. So yeah.

AND YES. I did have to make a new cover image for Vlad King...I don’t like it, at all but fuck it, I’ll update this one and the rest too at some point when it isn’t 2:30am hahahaha

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

 You stared at the bouquet of luscious red tulips as you placed them in a conveniently empty vase, still unsure as to why you had nearly trodden on them when you went to collect your mail. There had been no knock on your door, if there had been then you could have found out who was leaving you flowers every few days; the only clue you had that the flowers were truly meant for you, was the little white note attached to them with your name written out in a strangely bright red ink.

 “Wonder if I should call Nemuri…tell her that I’ve got more flowers?” You mumbled out the question to yourself quietly, flipping over the note that came with the flowers; all the other notes had your name and nothing else. However, this time the note had more writing messily scribbled out on the back; an address, accompanied by a phone number. Two things that you should throw away.

 Before you could think on your decision too much, your phone began to sound off with an almost hideous tune that Nemuri had insisted you set for her number; so that you would recognise her calls and not ignore them. A deviously successful tactic on her part, given that you hated to let the tune drag on for longer than you had to.

 “You know, I was just thinking about calling you” You didn’t bother greeting her as you answered the phone, running your fingertips over the note before setting it down to instead admire the brilliance of the tulips you had been gifted with.

   “Oh, so I was right. You did get more flowers today! What are they?”

   You rolled your eyes at her remark, surprised that you hadn’t been expecting her call; Nemuri always said you needed a love life. It should have been obvious to you that she would cling onto any new hope that might show up; which is exactly what Nemuri called your flower dilemma.

 “Don’t make me hang up on you, especially when I have something to tell you” Your warning seemed to sink in fairly quickly, given the quickly uttered apology, the only prompt you needed from the eager woman on the other side of the phone call. Her interest in your love life would be worrying if it weren’t for the fact that she had heard your drunken ramblings about being interested in such things.

 “Okay, so the notes are usually blank right? Except for my name? Well this time…there’s an address and a phone number” You pulled your phone away from your ear, wincing slightly when your friend’s screech of excitement came through the line, nearly deafening you.

   “So, what are you going to do? You’re going to call right?”

   You pursed your lips, looking back towards the tulips hesitantly, fingers tapping against the soft petals to distract yourself from the decision you knew you would have to make eventually; to accept the clear invitation at finding out who your mystery admirer was, or to throw the note away and go about your life as if it had never happened.

 “I…don’t know” The words felt foreign to your tongue, an answer you most certainly weren’t satisfied with and yet, it was the only one you had for the moment. It was something that needed more thought than you had been able to give.

   “What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? (Name), you’ve been going insane trying to work out who’s been sending you these flowers and this is your opportunity!”

   “Well, yeah, I know that Nemuri. But what if it’s just some trick and…and I get kidnapped or something?” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment when Nemuri’s laughter filled your ears, having gained a little too much entertainment from the suggestion that someone would want to kidnap you. It was almost insulting, except that even you had to admit how farfetched it sounded.

   “Listen, (Name), I’m not saying just rock up to the address. All I’m telling you to do, is give the number a call…see where it goes from there? You never know, could be a fun night involved for you!”

   You let out a noise of protest, quickly withdrawing your hand from the beautiful flowers, despite the fact that your teasing friend couldn’t see you; thrown by the boldness of her joke considering the circumstances.

 “Nemuri, that isn’t funny!” You wished that your voice hadn’t sounded so high-pitched while you scolded the still giggling woman, entirely unimpressed with how the phone call had gone and debating if it would be worth her complaints later if you were to hang up on her now.

   “Oh, alright. Listen, I have to go, I only called to see if you got any flowers from your secret admirer. Try not to chicken out (Name)!”

    ~  ~  ~

    “Um…hi? I’m looking for someone named…Sekijiro?” You stared up at the man that had moved to stop you walking into the building further, his deep frown somehow making you even more nervous than you already were; which, at this point, was what you thought to be an impossibility.

 “Name?” You opened your mouth to answer the terrifying man’s one-word question, closing it when someone else rushed over to the two of you and with a few whispered words exchanged; you found yourself following after the person that had interrupted what felt like an interrogation.

 “Sorry about that miss…(Name), was it? The boss was a little busy so not everyone was given the memo to be expecting your visit today” The explanation was almost as rushed as your pace, stopping only when you reached a large door with a sign that clearly stated not to disturb whoever was in there.

 “Ah, it’s fine. Really. Should you be knocking on that door? It says…not to disturb…?” You went quiet when you were flashed a reassuring smile, though any relief the smile offered you went right out the window when the door was opened; a giant of a man greeting the both of you with a stern and particularly unimpressed look on his face.

 “Miss (Name) is here, I thought I’d show her to your office before leaving for the day” With an explanation shorter than the one you had been given, the person that guided you to the room was gone; leaving you alone with the giant that now stood to the side, an arm extended in a motion for you to enter the strangely cosy looking office.

 “So…you’re Sekijiro?” You spoke softly, hesitant as you wandered into the room, taking particular note of the quiet click that you assumed signalled the lock on the door; meaning that you were effectively trapped alone with a man you didn’t officially know.

 “I wasn’t expecting you to actually show up…alone no less” He moved past you as he spoke, his voice surprisingly soothing to the nerves that currently wreaked havoc on your body and mind; exactly as he had sounded on the phone. The entire reason you had agreed to meet in the first place, unfortunately, it wasn’t until now that you realised you had forgotten to send Nemuri a message about your location.

 “I said I would come see you” You blinked in surprise when he turned back towards you, offering you a glass of what appeared to be water; another in his other hand, though that one he was already drinking from.

 “I have bottled water in here as well, if you’d prefer that instead” He nodded his head towards the small mini-fridge that you had failed to notice, the silent implications of being unable to trust him at this stage running around in your mind as you took the glass from him; probably not your best move of the day. Yet certainly not your worst.

 “Thank you” You sipped at the water quietly, eager to distract yourself from the awkward silence that settled over the both of you; there didn’t seem to be a great deal to speak about with a man that terrified you to the point where you could barely think clearly.

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to keep you hear for our first meeting…but something has come up and I can’t leave for a few hours. I can have one of my men drive you home if you want to try this again another time?” You peeked over at Sekijiro curiously, tilting your head to the side while he watched you silently, waiting for your answer to a question he seemed to be reluctant to ask; the awkward consideration surprisingly sweet.

 “I don’t mind spending some time here for a little while…but, what do you mean? One of your men? What sort of place is this? The guy from earlier called you boss too…” You were hesitant to ask, nothing about the building screamed official legal business to you; which meant that it was probably a case of questions better left unasked.

   “The easiest way to explain it would be to say that this is my main place of business. I’m the leader of this gang.”

   You stared at him for a moment, your mouth falling open while your brain struggled to process the new information; trying desperately to work out how you had gotten yourself into such a mess.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to go home? You can stay if you want…but given the look on your face…” He trailed off, motioning to your shocked expression and causing you to shake your head quickly, forcing every ounce of surprise off of your features; even though he had just called himself a mafia boss, the man hadn’t technically harmed you despite clearly having the means to. You might as well stay, see where things went.

 “No, no…it’s…I’m sorry, this is a bit surprising…but I would like to stay. Given that I’m free to leave, if I get the urge to?” He nodded slowly to your awkwardly asked question, motioning towards a comfortable looking couch before moving to sit at the solid looking desk in the room; one that looked fun to occupy, if you hadn’t just met the man.

 “As I said, I can have one of my men take you home any time you’d like. The same applies for if you need anything, all you need to do is ask and I’ll arrange it.” His words had you nodding in agreement, happy that things seemed to be going well so far, despite the unexpected developments that had already taken place.

 “…I would like a proper date, another time I mean. Since this isn’t exactly the romantic night out you offered over the phone” You gave a small, nervous smile with your attempt at a joke, getting yourself comfortable on the couch that he had motioned to; nearly missing the slight grin that tugged at his lips.

   “Of course, I would love to take you out properly next time, (Name).”

[90s-belladonna]

fake texts w/ the ua faculty

ft. eraserhead, present mic, midnight, all might, nezu, recovery girl, snipe, cementoss, vlad king, & ectoplasm

~ A/N: sorry for uploading so late today ~

🌸 tune in later today for “fake texts w/ the bakusquad”

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[seiyasabi]

Behind the Mask

(Sorry for not being consistent, I’ve been very busy with school :) But now that I have a bit of time, I’ll write a story I’ve wanted to write for a while. As always, this is a yandere themed oneshot, meaning there will be dark content, such as; foul language, unhealthy behaviour, etc.. I hope you enjoy this Yandere Vlad King x Female Reader story.) 

“(Y/n), (Y/N)! You won’t believe this-” 

“What’s wrong, Nadia?” You looked over to your bubbly friend, who was barely containing her excitement. 

“You have to see these pictures I took of Vlad King! He’s so hot-” You stopped listening after that. 

Nadia loved Vlad King so much it became kinda weird. Though, you can't totally blame her for being so excited. She was originally from the UK, meaning, the heroes in Japan were quite different from the ones back home. 

“-Look how good he looks in his suit!” She practically thrusted her phone into your hands, causing you to stumble back in shock. You nearly went cross-eyed, but were able to make out the photo presented to you. It looked like his usual (already tight) costume shrunk down a size, leaving nothing to the imagination. Red faced, you shoved her phone back at her. 

“I feel like this is stalking-”

“No it’s not! Don’t be mean-” 

“Anyways, why the hell does he look like that?” Nadia gazed at the picture longingly, seemingly ignoring you. “Hello, I asked you a-”

“A villain used their quirk to try to restrict Vlad’s movement, but it only ended up making him look sexy! Look at his rock hard abs!” 

You stopped listening to her rambling, and turned toward you laptop. The both of you were supposed to be studying, not looking at softcore porn. You were about to start going over your notes once more, when the bell of the cafe you currently sat in twinkled. 

Thinking nothing of it, you were startled when you heard Nadia’s loud gasp. 

“(Y/n), oh my god, it’s Vlad!” “ You whipped your head up, and became face to face with the white haired hero. 

“Oh shit-” 

“Give me your sharpie!” Before you could even breathe, Nadia stole your pen from your bag, and ran up to the intimidating male. “Vlad, please sign my ribs!” You gaped at your best friend in horror, as she raised her shirt to show off her well toned torso. 

“Nadia, are you on drugs-” You ran over to your friend, and tried to yank her shirt down. You took a quick glance at the tall man in front of you, and saw a light blush on his cheeks. “I am so sorry Mr. Vlad, please don’t take legal action-” 

“(Y/n), I’m just trying to get his signature! Stop trying to ruin this for me!” You rolled your eyes at her childish arguing, before Vlad cleared his throat to gain your attention. 

“It’s fine, I’ll sign her if she wants me to.” Nadia seemed to foam at the mouth with delight. 

“Yes please!” By now, more people lined up behind the both of you, and encouraged the autographing session to continue. 

Vlad took the sharpie from her hand, and motioned for her to lift her shirt, which she did happily. He quickly signed her tan smooth skin, and Nadia ran off to grab her things. 

“Go study without me! I’m getting this tattooed!” 

“You promised to study with me, you tramp!” You were annoyed, but you also found her reaction quite funny. 

“Next time, you slag!” You both laughed, and she dashed towards the nearest tattoo shop. Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you spun around. 

“Are you still in line, or…?” You noticed that you were still at the front of the makeshift line. 

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry!” You turned towards the pro, and bowed respectfully, “Thank you for dealing with my friend, I’ll be leaving now.” Vlad looked slightly surprised. 

“Don’t you want an autograph?” You smiled, and shook your head. 

“No thank you, I don’t really keep up with heroes.” You then turned and left. 

-

Vlad didn’t think much of you (at first). You seemed to be a nice girl, but that didn’t mean you were anything special. If anything, your best friend was more memorable than you were. But, that was before a certain event. 

You see, he didn’t know where he recognized you from. If he had known you were the nice masked nurse who treated heroes, the entire interaction would have been different. 

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“Vlad, I told you to be more careful! I know I wasn’t the nurse who treated you last time, but come on!” The pro watched as your eyes scowled down at him, which caused him to give you a bright smile. 

“Nice to see you too, Nurse (L/n).” You rolled your eyes at that, and started his intake of fluids. He may not be affected by blood loss, but it still wasn’t healthy for his blood to be this low. 

“Listen up, Superman. I won’t hesitate to put you in the sick ward if you keep up this behaviour.” He gasped in mock horror, before laughing. 

“You know my white blood count is low!” You lightly whacked him on the shoulder, making him laugh some more, “I know you like me too much to do it though, and you can’t deny it! You let me walk you home that one time too-” 

“Shhh, you’re talking too loud.” You then handed him orange juice and a cookie, which earned you a grateful smile. 

“Don’t front! I know you’re a really nice lady, there’s no need to hide it. Now take off your mask and give me a kiss.” He puckered his lips like a fish, and you visibly flushed. 

“S-shut up, you know I can’t. First of all, I have a low white blood cell count so that’s unwise. Second of all, I would be fired. So, be a good boy and drink your juice and eat your cookie.” 

“Fine, fine, what a mean old lady.” He slurped from the orange juice noisily, making an annoyed look cross over your face. 

“If anyone’s old, it’s you! You’re thirty-something, and I’m practically a baby.” 

“My feelings! I can’t believe you’d say something so heinous! I’ll be speaking to your manager about this.” You faked a spooked gasp. 

“Vlad, please, you know I need this job! You can’t do this to me-” You cut yourself off with over-emotional crying. This caused the large man to let out a bellowing laugh. 

“You’re something else, (L/n),” You both then settled into a comfortable silence. You picked up his vital chart and started to check the rest of his data. Vlad cleared his throat to gain your attention, face slightly flushed, “Hey, so there’s this new movie out on Friday, and I was wondering if you’d like to see it with me?” You gaped at him in shock, before coughing. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t date my patients… I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression.” Vlad let out an awkward laugh. 

“I see, sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But, thank you for being honest with me, and I hope you don’t see me differently.” You nod before finishing his treatment, and waving goodbye. 

That should’ve been the last time you saw him that day, but it wasn’t. 

Vlad had to see your face, at least once. Then, he could find a way of bumping into you in public, unmasked, and a relationship would (hopefully) bloom. God, he hoped so.  

So, once you left the hospital that night, he checked himself out. Vlad then trailed behind your unsuspecting form, stalking you home. He hurried to your first story bedroom window, and waited. He didn’t have to wait long, and he watched as you shuffled into your room, and shut the door. You then turned on your light, and slumped onto your bed. You then reached for your mask, and yanked it off. 

Vlad had to stop a gasp from leaving his mouth. Not only were you beautiful, but you were someone he recognised. He remembered you from the coffee shop, and he also remembered your bold friend Nadia. 

“You’re perfect, (Y/n).” 

-

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know how much this shirt costs?!” The man was red faced with anger, and he was practically spitting on you. It was way too early for this shit. 

“I’m sorry sir, but please calm down-” 

“No, I will not calm down! You need to fucking pay for this-” He grabbed you by the front of your scrubs, yanking you close. That’s when you lost your cool. 

“You need to get your hands off of me. If you don’t, I won’t hesitate to make you.” He scoffed in your face. 

“Oh yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” You were about to punch him in the face, when someone interfered. 

“You need to let go of her.” You both looked towards the new voice. It was a large man with white hair, and for some reason, he looked familiar. 

“This isn’t any of your business, buddy. This is between her and I-”

“Not anymore, it’s not. Your shouting is causing a disturbance, and you are practically committing assault. Now, let go of her and we can settle this like adults.” The man holding you slowly let go, and you stepped away from him. The white haired man gave you a reassuring grin, and nodded towards the man. “How much was your shirt?” 

“It was five hundred dollars, and I doubt this idiot can afford to replace it.” You could, in fact, afford to replace it. Your job paid quite well, and it was sort of insulting that he insinuated that you couldn’t. Frowning in annoyance, you were about to defend yourself when the new stranger cut in. 

“Here, I’ll pay for it.” The white haired man reached into his jean pocket and withdrew his wallet. He then pulled out five one hundred dollar bills, and shoved it into the man’s hands. “Now there’s no reason to be mad, right?” The man looked just as shocked as you did, but nodded dumbly. 

“Yes, of course.” He then hurried off to his next destination. 

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you too much, did he?” A large hand landed on your shoulder breaking you from your trance. You blushed in embarrassment, and nodded. 

“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you so much for helping me,” You looked up at him and smiled, “I don’t know how I could ever repay you…” He smiled down at you and waved it off. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay-” 

“Please let me do something! I couldn’t sleep at night if I didn’t give you a proper thanks.”  After a small beat of silence, he grinned down at your cute form.

“Alright, how about a date.”