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i loved your duncan vizla x reader fics will you do one or at least a headcanon??????

Hi there, anon! Duncan Vizla is one of those characters that deserves more love and far more content. I can't say at this time that I'll be doing anymore fics for him, but I can do some generalized headcanons! As always, NS/FW under the cut!

Duncan Vizla is a man of very few words. You're more likely to get a nod or grunt from the old man in response to whatever you ask or say than a real reply.

Not unless he is being a smartass, then you'll get a response that is pure eyeroll worthy.

Now to be fair, this man can dirty talk you into anything, but the most you'll get are hushed, growled with chest rumbling words spoken close enough to make you shiver. This man just L O V E S watching you shake for him.

Cooking, this man can cook but usually for himself. You'll have to be prepared to teach this man that if you're under his roof, or you're visiting him constantly at his cabin, he'll need to learn how to cook for more people and go beyond just simple eggs and bacon.

But you do cherish anything he makes. It's an effort and that's what you value from him.

Now on the topic of his work- well, previous work... Duncan doesn't tell you right away.

He wants you to see him as just him, the old retiree in the woods who saw you across the lake and was immediately fascinated.

You know something is up when he talks about his work, how he tries to dumb it down and cover up all the juicy details that can give way to what he used to do.

Maybe he was a cop.

Or military.

But you don't play much on the idea of him being a former assassin for hire because how could this sweet, gruff old man be such?

But ohhhhhh, when the truth comes out he is actually scared you'll fear him, you'll hate him.

His walls are immediately up again because he's waiting for you to call him a monster or berate him about his former career choice. You shouldn't know so much but here you are, knowing just a sliver and normally he'd have to kill you, but he doesn't want to.

Those walls go down if you accept who he is, but it will take time to know more beyond the job title.

Certain jobs and missions make dinner or bedside conversation, but the deeper cases, the ones that stuck with him, those aren't brought up until he's known you for a while or in that single moment a hint of vulnerability shows up.

In those vulnerable moments, his arms tend to wrap around you, head resting on your head or shoulder.

It's his silent way of saying "hold me, I need you" because he's never had anyone for this before.

Someone he actually trust.

"Do you want to talk about it, мой дорогой (my dear)?" Your fingers gently brush through his hair, the salt and pepper locks running easily between them.

"If I may, моя ��юбовь (my love)." He mumbled against your body, face pressing closer to land a tender kiss.

Now on the topic of languages, especially Russian or a language you're interested in, he'll teach you everything he knows.

Especially pet names.

He loves calling you them, the more time he knows you the more intimate they get.

And the more comfortable he gets around you, the more flirty they can become.

Now this man is a fucking tease.

Be it in public or in the bedroom, he loves to see you get all red in the cheeks and glare at him (of course with little to no malice).

His favorite thing to do is call you such across the isles in a store, or when you're at a restaurant. No one else may know what he is saying in the chosen language for such flirt, but him having taught you what it means makes you a blushing, squirmy mess.

And fuck does he love watching you squirm.

That brings me to the more NS/FW side of Duncan Vizla.

This man loves to fuck. He's retired, so what much else can he really do in the middle of a snow covered cabin? Chop wood?

This man would much rather bury his wood (of course, if you are willing).

He'd never force himself on you. He is too good of a man for such, and he would see himself as one of the lowlifes he's killed if he ever made you uncomfortable.

He cares about you too much for such.

Fuck, Duncan Vizla has a heart.

Any who! This man has stamina besides his older age. He's in no rush to pump one out and be done.

Oh no, this man L O V E S to drag it out, loves to work you up, up, up, then cry out when he denies you.

Simply put, this man can fucking edge.

But on that same token, his loves bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, watching you crumble into a puddle of horny mush.

He loves blowjobs, not because you're pleasuring him (okay, maybe a little) but because he loves seeing you stuffed with him in one way or another. And those eyes looking up at him as you work his shaft, it could make him come undone quicker than he'd like to admit.

He also loves giving oral, loves the taste of you. He can't get enough of your body and getting to walk away or be laying there with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, it's a reward all in itself.

He's an ass man, fucking loves them.

Hold em, squeeze em, he just loves them.

Yeah, boobs or nips can be interesting, but you're more likely to feel his hand sneak and grab at your rear and give a nice squeeze than feel his hands on your chest.

Oh, did I mention he loves smacking your ass?

If you allow him too, he loves to smack it until it's red and hot, smirking to himself any time he sees his handprints on your ass.

He also loves walking by you and giving you a quick slap on it, hearing your noise of surprise and seeing your head whip around to stare him down.

It only makes him chuckle or smirk because he loves seeing your reactions.

Now on the topic of positions, this man has three he tends to stick to, but he doesn't mind trying new ones.

1.) His top choice would have to be you riding him. It can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, he just loves seeing you on top, bouncing away at his cock.

Fuck does it get him going, feeling your fingers on his chest or hear the slickened slap of skin hitting skin feel the room while he watches you face away and take him.

2.) His second choice is doggy. He can be as intimate with it as he'd like, or he can fuck you into a state where the only word leaving you are is his name.

It's perfect for him to bring his hand down on you, but it also allows for the perfect domination of your body. He can push your upper body down to where your ass is sticking up in the air just for him, all for his own use.

The other plus to it is how he can grip your hair or neck and pull you back against his chest so he can fuck up into you. Pressing his lips against your ear as he tells you all the filthy things he's gonna do to you.

3.) His final choice is the more vanilla position of missionary. He likes being able to look down at you, kiss you, and feel you.

This is the position where his intimacy is at its peak.

You'll be sure to see the softer side of the infamous Black Kaiser in this position.

Kinks? Experimentation? This man will try anything with you.

There are a few no's in his book, some due to his age and not being as limber as his youth.

Some due to him just not being interested.

But this man will do anything else with you.

Want to try bondage? he most likely has experience in knot works so sure! He'll make sure you can't get away~

Roleplay? As long as it's a scenario he is comfortable doing with you, then you can bet your ass he'll play whatever scenario out with you.

On that topic, he would be very cautious if you wanted him to be rougher with you in a scenario.

He's very picky on hurting you beyond marks, and it has to be discussed in depth if something such as blood is drawn, and even then he'd only cause the smallest of wounds.

Biting or small cuts, he can handle after intensive talks, but anything beyond that and he is worried for your wellbeing.

He can't stand the thought of hurting you in any way.

On a lighter note, this man L O V E S remote controlled sex toys. He loves being in control, and when he gets it going and watches you come undone from it, it's a sensation that instantly gets him hard.

In public, he loves seeing your legs shake and body tremble as you try to keep your composure. It's a way for him to show you belong to him, that you may not have his touch on you right now but he can still control your body to a damn tee.

In private, you best bet some of that knotwork comes into play, keeping you bound while he uses the toy to tease you.

All in all, despite his age, this man is a sexual beast.

#polar 2019 #Polar (2019)#mads mikkelsen #duncan vizla #duncan x reader #duncan vizla x reader #the black kaiser #The blakc kaiser x Reader #Lovely anon #thank you anon #anon ask #NS/FW #ns/fw ask

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Talk to Me | k. bakugo

Fantasy AU!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader

WARNING(S): suggestive content, angst, lack of communication, abandonment issues if you squint, name calling, toxic dynamic (they're actually a fucking hot mess), making out, shifty hands, sex innuendos, established relationship.

COUNT: 3.4K words [10 mins.]

READ MORE: masterpost [students + bakugo masterlists]

A/N: bro a good bit of this was written in like 2019 n i had to come up with something. originally, this was requested by someone ion fw no mo but i wanted to finish it lol. 😭 i didnt want it to end up in smut (like it was requested) so now you have this like… angsty-vague thing! idk lol. this will be followed by a hc part two that is more ehhhhh mature. ALSO if youre relationship is like this, do not let it be, amen. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank for reading. 👵🏽

“Where the fuck is she, dunce face?!” Bakugo demanded, shaking the frightened dark-haired blonde who had his signature lighten bolt streak in it. The startled warlock tries to pry himself out of the explosive man's strong grip in irritation.

“I-I don’t know! She came around here like a week ago! How am I supposed to know?!” Kaminari exclaims, tears now beading in his eyes, whining desperately wanting to get away from his angry friend. Bakugo glares deeply into Kaminari’s eyes before letting him go, not passing up the opportunity to judge the space and ignores Kaminari rambling about his potions.

“There goes this week's rent portion…” He pouts cleaning up the bottles and trying to seperate them to put off to the side as he tries to fix the mess Bakugo made.

‘If you aren’t here now, then where the hell would you be?’ Bakugo huffs in thought as he leaves the small shop and looks around the area. The man’s anger quickly continued to scale up as he tried to think of something quick. As of now, he had recently been to every place you frequented, this shop being the last resort on his hunt for you. Suddenly he has an ingenious idea, the burst of thought sending him storming back into his friend’s store once again. Kaminari jumps as the door slams open and whimpers in protest pointing an angry finger at Bakugo.

“No get out! You already cause enough damage-”

“Does it look like I give a damn?! Use your stupid orb!” Bakugo growls, marching up to the frightened warlock with his fists balled.

“It’s not an orb, I've told you that!” A pout is seen on his lips, the warlock holding a stern look as a warning. He carefully scoops up the aforementioned tool and glares at Bakugo to protect it from his wrath. Kaminari scrambles in fear when Bakugo bucks at him, not wanting to provoke the haughty man any further. “Fine, fine! But it's not going to be free, nor will I let you smash my crystal ball.”

Bakugo mutters a few curses under his breath before digging into one of his pouches. It takes a few moments before he grabs a considerable amount and slams down a shit ton of money onto the merchant's counter. Kaminari purses his lips and hesitantly leans in to look at the lump sum, raising his brow a bit at how “little” the amount is. A few more curse words and snide remarks are set against him before he happily smiles at the new total.

“Who would you like to see, kind sir?” Kaminari beams.

“Whatever, that bitch who thought she could best me.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to visualize what's happening in the distant moment. His brows raise a bit as he sees the familiar scenery, opening his eyes and a few sparks run through him as he looks around almost as if he was in the moment himself.

“I wh… Um it looks like they’re-”

““They’re?” Who are they with-”

“Yeah! This is the place I found them, he could hook you up with--Bakugo?” Kirishima asks, pausing as he stares at the disastrous scene before him. His left brow quirks as he could already tell Kaminari was using his orb. He grins with a chuckle, crossing his arms. “Who are you stalking now-”

“That bitch!” Bakugo fumes, pupils turning into slits as they land upon you. You cross your arms and step back each time he stomps towards you until he has you cornered up against a wall. Kirishima is quick to pull him off, Bakugo shoving him off as he glares sharply at you. “I thought thieves aren't allowed in this part of town.” Bakugo growls without paying any attention to his friends, his boiling rage making you scoff out a laugh.

“Is that how you talk to people, fuck face?” You cross your arms and tilt your chin up at him.

Bakugo immediately goes in to lunge at you, the other men in the room moving to get between you two. “You know you took my fucking money, bitch!”

His exclamation seemingly offends the other two although it wasn't directed at them, a round of dramatic gasps sounding from them. The red haired dragon who brought you in presses his hand against Bakugo's chest to hold him back, while the warlock behind the raging barbarian takes his place in holding his arms back.

“Bakugo! What's gotten into you?!” Kirishima asks before giving you a questionable look that undeniably had a look of sympathy behind it as well.

“They took my money at the bar and never paid me back,” Bakugo bucks at you with each word, a smug grin breaking out into your lips as you suddenly remember what had happened prior to his drastic outburst. “30,000¥!”

“You make a ton of money, you've probably made it back already.” You roll your eyes in correspondence.

Recently, Bakugo has once again felt trifled by you. You and Katsuki had known each other for quite some time now, and have a long wrap sheet with each other. Truth be told, Katsuki sure as hell made up the money you had taken in no time—but that isn't the principle of what you had done. Most importantly that he let himself get played so easily, especially from you.

About two weeks ago, on the night the notorious barbarian had come back from one of his tours, he had only one thing on his mind: unwind. Of course doing that was hard with his status and all, especially from all the promoting he had been doing for months. If there was one thing he could complain about, it would be about how tedious touring is, but that's not what we're focusing on here.

We're focusing on the fact you swindled him out of his fucking money.

That night at the bar was a bittersweet one—Katsuki’s only plan was to get in and get out.

He didn't want to talk to anyone (ever) or fake entertaining conversations and all that bullshit. Hell, if it was possible he'd have to commission Kaminari to make a device of some sort to handle that shit for him in his non-communicative moods. Thankfully, when he was like this , the stingy aura that came from him usually shooed people away from him. Everyone but you.

One moment Katsuki was inhaling the sharp and tangy scent of whisky in his glass as he downed that bad boy in one gulp. When he placed his glass down and motioned for the bartender to fill another, a familiar scent that wasnt the alcoholic beverage overtook his senses. Soon enough, the pressure of someone's body was against his muscled arm and similar limbs wrapped around his forearm.

“Katsu,” You whispered in his ear, smiling deviously as he didn't even try to hide the shiver that you elicited from him. “I missed you, why didn't you tell me you were in town?” You pouted and took a seat next to him.

“I just got back, how the fuck am I supposed to tell you that, exactly?” He grumbled, taking another sip from his glass to ease his stress.

“You could've lettered me.” You take his glass and have a helping for yourself, a hiss following after as you finish your serving. “I don't know how you drink these things -”

“What do you want, Y/N?” He finally faces you and snatches the glass out your hand and slams it down on the surface for another helping. A sharp look pointed at the attendant makes them quickly go to make another glass for him.

“Come with me tonight, haven't seen you in forever.”

The suggestion easily made his cock stir. It didn't help that your newly placed hand now sat at the top of his thigh, mischievous hands softly squeezing around the area but not reaching the place he needed you most.

You always had such an easy effect on him, something he hated. Which is why you two were on some fucked up on and off relationship that had no real direction.

You two would care for each other like devoted lovers, but then the next moment you two were arguing like there was no tomorrow. You would have amazing sex, and then jealousy would ensue. Various moments on where you two would find solace in one other was always drowned out by the toxic compatibility you two had going on. Just two individuals who had a lot to give but no clue how to healthily do so.

Irredeemably so, he liked what he had with you. It was toxic for sure and everyone was sick of it except for the two of you. He wasn't even sure how it even developed into this. Unorthodoxly Katsuki was always willing to do anything for you, as you would for him. Except he has resources you didn't, especially money.

That night when he let you come over to his place without second thought is the night where the longest beef you guys had in your “relationship” started. Your original idea was to bring him back to your place but seeing how fucked up he was before you had even got to the bar made you almost feel sorry for him. You begrudgingly dealt with his slobbering and drunk self as you tended to him, periodically swatting away his shifty hands and sloppy kisses.

“Mmnnn thought you’re gonna suck it..?” Katsuki tugged at your waist and pulled you into his lap, his boner proudly pressing into your hip.

“I'm not fucking you in this condition, Katsuki.” You roll your eyes and lay him back down on his bed and somehow manage to untangle yourself from his grasp. When you stand up again you press his shoulders back and point your finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. “I'm being fucking serious! Go to bed or I'll tie you up.”

“You're not my fucking mom!” Katsuki looked you up and down with angered sass, crossing his arms and defiantly looking away with a huff.

“Good, cuz you certainly wouldn't be acting like this!”

“Don't talk shit about my mom!”

“You brought her up first you dumbass!”

With Bakugo’s stubborn nature, he ended up arguing with you until he passed out. All your other attempts beforehand were as domestic as they could be, but of course this is the way you could get him to fall asleep.

You took a few moments to watch him sleep peacefully, his face as beautiful as an angel. His eyebrows that always furrowed in tension were eased and relaxed, the small wrinkles in his forehead smoothing as he fell into slumber. His eyelashes were a luscious and gorgeous batch although being short. His mouth was slightly agape as he started to snore, his body now completely in slumber from his extenuating busy job. You carefully leaned over to close his mouth to avoid the snoring and place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back. It really was lost on you why you two couldn't just function normally but that was something to figure out on another time.

You quietly but hastily put together the things that could help him for when he wakes up in the morning, even cooking him up something that could be reheated without losing its quality. You carefully set everything up on his nightstand and left a little note for him to read when he wakes up. Getting ready to leave, you realize something sticking out of the pocket he was once wearing that night. You glance at him one last time before tip toeing your way to his pants pocket and light upon your discovery.

30,000¥

The way your pupils dilated in circumference gave you expert vision in being able to examine the money, and wasted no time whatsoever counting the dollars over. Shamelessly, you made your decision fast. In record timing you were stuffing the wad of cash into your shirt and happily trotting out of his place into the young night.

The two males who devotedly choose to stay neutral in the matter moved a little, their wary expression now falling on you for your rebuttal.

You look away with a bit of shame, pouting as you do so. “I needed it for something.”

“So you wait till I'm sleeping?! What'd you even use it for!”

“That's none of your business!”

“Hell yes it is, it's my fucking money!”

Kaminari swears under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose as you two start your yelling match, looking over at the other unlucky bystander that so happened to be there. Kirishima deeply sighs and nods as he steps back from them, his friend doing the same.

“You know what? Why don't you two go settle this in the backroom,” Kaminari yells over you both and waves an arm between you two to gather your attention. He gives a forced smile and dramatically swings his arms to motion your attention towards the hall of the shop. “I'd rather you two be a nuisance where my products and eardrums aren't in jeopardy.” Although his words are framed as a suggestion, it's imposed as a command; he respectively grabs both of you and tugs you to his ‘meditation room' (he uses it for when he sleeps on the clock) and shoves you two in there.

A pregnant silence follows you two when your fate in the enclosed place is sealed by the sound of his friend’s footsteps walking away. There's no doubt you two are locked in here, Kaminari has done that several times as you guys more than often ended up having bickering sessions in his shop. You hesitantly look up at him as you two are a few meters away from each other. You, closer to the bed as he was close to the door. When your eyes meet with his, Bakugo charges at you with conviction.

With quick steps he's right in front of you and gripping your jaw in one hand, red eyes burning into yours. Without any prior notice he leans in to press a kiss to your lips with force, his plump lips softening the blow. You groan against his mouth and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, both of you in a fight for a dominance that neither of you want to give up. Angrily fighting against each other for different reasons.

His hands greedily grip at your hips and forces you to sit down on the bed, his handling breaking the rough kiss. Heated contact between you two doesn't halt yet, but neither of you move to remove any clothes, just simply trying to get close to one another. You chase his lips as he takes pride in starving you of the pressure of his lips, his actions prompting you to grab the back of his neck and cement him on you again.

As of now his body is completely pressed against yours as you two occupy the bed, tensions rising in the warm room. This time when pulls away for air you don't protest, allowing yourself to catch up with him.

“Tell me why you're angry, hm?” Bakugo asks in a low voice, lips brushing against yours tauntingly. His hands although so used to gripping your hips so roughly held your body so tenderly, his gaze stuck on your lips and his body pressed against yours. Your silence does bring a concern to his thoughts, eye flickering up to meet yours.

Your bottom lip quivers as you can’t find yourself to speak like how you usually do, not even a toxic or sassy remark to mask how overwhelmed you felt. There's only a short moment where you wordlessly try to come up with something, maybe some pathetic excuse to mask your worries but nothing comes up. Instead, you breakdown in a sob, heart clenching in humiliation as you ca longer hide your anxiety behind toxicity and anger. Bakugo coos at your burst in emotions, enveloping you in a hug as he knew better than to press for more information. Against your will, your body succumbs to his familiar heat, face nuzzled into the comfort of his neck.

“I really would've appreciated it if you were here with me when I had my diagnosis, Katsuki.” You start off not wanting to continue, already knowing that he wouldn't like what you wanted to tell him. “I know you told me not to go alone, but… months? You didn't even tell me when you were going to be back.”

You feel your lover’s body tense up as he pulls away, his face stern as he tilts his head to meet your eyes. “You know I told you not to go alone—”

“I know but I couldn't wait anymore. It was killing me,” You solemnly look up at him for comfort.

His eyes soften immediately as you look at him and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting you rest against him as he settles for holding you tight. Bakugo wasn't good at these things, saying stuff that could make you feel better. But one thing was for sure, he liked holding you and he knew that's something you needed right now. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts he speaks to you.

“I just don't want you going through this by yourself. I'm not mad at you, okay?” Bakugo reassured you softly, large and warm hand rubbing your back as you completely leaned on him. “I know we go through some shit but I know it was selfish of me to leave so soon.” You merely nod, giving him a squeeze as you can't find any words to formulate. “I guess I was also scared to find out, but I should've been here with you instead…” Katsuki takes a few moments to gather himself, nervously biting his lip as he mutters against your hair, “I’m sorry.”

A silence falls between you two, a comfortable one albeit the circumstances and atmosphere. There were many things that needed to be talked about but a silent mutual agreement settled between you two as you calmed your chaotic energies. You couldn't even remember the last time you and Bakugo did this—just basking in each other without the verbal fights between you two. You both had to admit that it was a weird but welcoming experience. Bakugo shifts as he attempts to readjust himself, clearing his throat as he does so.

“When's the next appointment?” Bakugo breaks the silence.

“Um,” You pull yourself up from his embrace, rubbing your eyes as you gather yourself up. “Tomorrow at three o’clock.”

Bakugo seems to think for a moment as he glances at the clock on the wall, eyes later searching for a calendar. He definitely had some stuff to do tomorrow but he was willing to clear some space for you.

“... Do you want me to come?” Your boyfriend looks down at you, features softer than ever. His expression was similar to his sleeping one, his calm and delicate features being highlighted. Your pupils dilate upon being asked and you quickly nod your head, not being able to hide the flustered smile sprouting into your lips.

“O-Of course!” You hold his hand. The blonde haired male looks away flustered at how endearing you look, rolling his eyes as he hesitantly lets you hold his hand affectionately.

“Oi, quit acting like that.”

“Like what?! Don't ruin the moment!”

“Acting all soft n’ shit, it's weird!”

“Don't fricken start with me, Mr. “I Don't Want You to Go Through This Alone!””

On the other side of the door, two nosy friends have their ears pressed against the door, a questionable glance being met as they slowly retreat from the door. Kaminari does a motion with his hand to silently unlock the door, a small sigh coming from Kirishima as he crosses his arms.

“You think they're good?” He whispers, not risking being heard from the couple in the room.

Kaminari snorts and leads the way back to his shop with a shrug, “They'll be just fine.”

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