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plush-rabbit · 1 year

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Dating Enji to Get Back at Touya

Request: Idk if youre down to write thing kind of thing but the idea is; Touya is a shitty immature boyfriend whos never treated reader right even though theyve been dating for a long while. They finally break up after a big fight inwhich reader is just done with his bullshit. They sont talk for a while until he sees reader with his father of all people. Reader is with Enji and he treats her RIGHT☆ he spoils her and treats her like the women she is. Touya is not happy♡ thats it, just reader dating Touyas dad for revenge but actually is really happy w him

A/N: I’m gonna try a different format here so let me know how you think of it, kind of like a fic, but not a full one

Touya isn’t the best partner to have. He’s never cheated on you, but he’s so dismal of your feelings. He can be mean- ignoring you, walking out on you when you’re crying, staying for a quick fuck and leaving immediately and if he doesn’t leave immediately, he falls asleep and wakes up early to raid your fridge and leave without a note.

There’s a certain charm to the relationship. Despite him being mean and the fights where he’d raise his voice and tell you nasty things in order to hurt you, to see you cry- he could also be sweet. He’d call you pretty, and kiss your cheek. He could fuck you nice and soft, and kiss you with so much passion you could have mistaked it for some deeper feeling. He wasn’t the type to say sorry, but he would bring you gifts- expensive ones that he’d know you’d like.

But the fighting is too much. It’s mean and cruel, and both of you brought out the worst in each other. And one day, you had enough. You broke it off and deleted his contact and even though you couldn't bring yourself to delete the text messages, you did.

Maybe you should have gone with his brother, Natsuo, who you know would be a sweetheart and would treat you better than anyone could. Or maybe his sister, Fuyumi. She was always cute and had such a sweet voice. But, for better or for worse, his father was there, going through a divorce and desperate for something or someone to just relieve himself on, you and him both took advantage of one another after a few drinks and a confirmation that both of you were single.

Due to his failed marriage, Enji uses you as a rebound. It works out, really, since all you’re using him for is just to get back at his son. A “fuck you” and the pride- or something far more ugly and hurt- getting to tell him that you fucked his dad in his childhood home. And Enji gets to not be so alone anymore, gets to relieve his stress and use you in all sorts of harsh ways without a complaint. He gets to fuck somebody else while going through a mid-life crisis.

That’s all the relationship that it is, a ”fuck you” and a rebound.

But then he visits one night after a long day of work, and like father, like son, he wants to use you, forget about his day. Maybe he should have called you, checked to see if you were awake, because even if light peeks out from under the door, you could be asleep. He takes out your key, and tries not to think about the implication of having a key to your home, and opens the door. Enji has memorized the walk to your room already, could walk the exact number of steps and turn without pumping into the corner of the wall if he were blinded.

He can already feel his cock harden at the thought of getting to scoop you into his arms and have you ride him, to feel you clench and kiss his neck. His mouth salivates at the thought of kissing you. There are whimpers coming inside and his perverted mind, he knows he came at the right time- all it will be for the night is rushed kisses and a wet hole aching for him.

And then he opens the door, and you’re under the blanket, crying and taking shuddering breaths. You’re crying and you take notice of him. You can’t stop the tears, and you can’t mask the heaviness in your voice when you speak.

“Enji,” you sniffle and he stands at the doorway. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” you rub at your eyes and tears drip down the curve of your face- “I didn’t know you were coming.”

He thinks about when Rei would cry and how he’d snarl and yell. How his youngest would stand between them, and he thinks about all he would do is yell even more. Late in the night, he would apologize, and in the morning, he would fuck her, muttering against her skin about how he loved her.

His lips are dry and he can’t tell you that he just came here for sex.

“I- uh. I’m sorry.” You’re apologizing- for either the awkward situation or for crying. “I’m a mess right now.” You scratch at the space where your shoulder and neck meet and you leave lines behind. “You can leave if you want.” He can leave, because if you had told his son, Touya would have left in a heartbeat and you would cry about it, but you wouldn’t hold it against him. He would come back the next day and wouldn’t ask how you feel. Tears shine in your eyes, and you’re alone in your room, crying. “It’s fine,” your voice breaks and your lips tremble.

He thinks to himself that he doesn’t want to see another significant other cry because of him.

Quickly, he takes steps towards you, and he crouches by the bed. “What’s wrong?” His hand cups the side of your face, a tear catching on his thumb. “Did something happen?”

You start with a few heavy breaths, and your eyes shine and he can see himself in your eyes, kneeled on the floor, trying to comfort you. All you can do is cry, muttering about how work was awful and you can’t stand it anymore. You cry and he has such an urge to hold you, to run his calloused hands down your back and make it all better.

He isn’t sure when it happened, but he’s on your bed, stripped down to a white tank and his briefs, and you on his chest, with hands entangled in one another and his other hand running up and down his back. You fall asleep beside him, and he stares at you for a long time. His arm is asleep under you, and he makes no attempt to pull away from you.

In the morning, you wake up and make breakfast for him. He sits with you for it, and sits on the couch next to you, his arm spread against the back of the sofa watching the morning news.

“I’m sorry for last night,” you say without looking away from the television. “I- uh- if you have time, I can make it up to you.” Your hand is on the inner of his thigh, and you look up at him, parting your lips and grabbing his hand that rests behind you, feebly guiding it to the back of your head.

“Sorry, but I have to go to work.” He kisses the top of your head and stands up. “I’ll come by tonight.”

If it was Touya, you would have been sure that was a lie, bet your life on it and bet your favorite blanket too. But Enji does come by tonight, and he comes with flowers and takeout and he sits with you, and he kisses you goodnight before sleeping beside you. And in the morning, he’s still there, sleeping beside you with his face buried into your chest.

“You really didn't have to do all this,” you tell him, the petal of a tulip tickling the tip of your nose.

“Do you like them?” He feels like a child, standing awkwardly, hoping you’d say yes and waiting for your answer is the most nerve wracking thing he’s done all day. You nod and tell him you love them, keeping them close to you and unable to keep your hands off of the petals. And he swells with pride knowing you like what he got you.

Dating Enji is odd. He’s been married, but not once has he ever called you Rei. Never treated

He’s large and imposing. And he’s kind and soft. He likes having you close to him, always a hand on you when you’re within arm’s reach. All the little things are celebrated, and wants you with him.

you as her or compared you both. He kisses you good morning and kisses you goodnight. He makes you cry and apologizes. He holds you tight and tries to fix himself. You wonder what happened to Toiya to make him be so cruel, but you wonder who Enji was before you, why his ex-wife wanted to divoarce him. Why some of his children don’t call. He must have been mean before. You wait for the other shoe to drop, wait for him to yell at you and call you mean names until you cry. You wait for him to do something, but he never does.

He kisses you sweetly and makes room in his closet for you. He peels you mandarins and cracks open your pistachios. He holds your bags and carries you inside when you fall asleep on the drive home. He treats you so well, and it makes you want him.

Touya was so sure that you would come back to him. Whether it was for a quick fuck or actually wanting to get back together, he wasn’t sure, but he knew- or believed- that you would come crawling back.

And days turn to weeks and weeks to months, and he’s with someone else, hoping that you’d call him in the middle of the night, asking him to come over.

There’s something that he needs from his father, and when he walks into the smaller house than the one he grew up with- the family home being left to his mother- he can hear your laugh. He thinks to himself that he must be so stuck on you, that you must be the exact same way. It’s early in the morning, and he’s still a bit tired, a headache about to form in the back of his skull, and he thinks that it’s his imagination, until he walks into the kitchen, and sees you leaned against the counter, and his father with his hand on your hip.

Neither of you take notice of him until he clears his throat and you both tense, turning to look at him.

His father looks a bit ashamed, but you don’t. You wave at him and return to cleaning up the table where two sets of dinnerware rests, a plate once full of food, now just scraps. Touya’s stomach drops and he realizes what all this is. His father fucking his ex, and living with them in some faux happy daydream.

The worst part of whatever weird situation that he had the unfortunate luck of walking into, is that you actually look happy.

You wear a necklace, one far better than the one he could ever have given you, and his father is speaking to him, wrds all garbled up and nothing more than nonsense as he stares at you, ready for a punchline, ready for you to be mean and attempt to make him jealous by kissing his father in front of him. All you do is kiss his cheek.

“I’m gonna go throw the trash, ‘kay Enji?” Your fingertips tap at his jaw to turn him towards you, giving him a kiss and walking away.

You’re on a first name basis with his dad, and his father’s gaze follows you, watching you walk away with a smile he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him make.

“I know it must be odd-” Enji starts, and it goes unlistened to, only glimpses and phrases, actually making sense. “-it just happened-” , “They’re really nice-”, “I hope you don’t mind.”

The last sentence is such a slap to his face that he gets up and walks out, slamming the front door hard enough that picture frames rattle.

When he goes outside, he finds you there, the bag of trash beside you, and your phone held in your hand. You ask if he’s leaving already, and you wish him for a safe drive. You don’t even give him a spare glance.

He’s furious and he hates himself and you and his dad. He hates how happy you looked. How domesticated the both of you were- are. He hates how you moved on from him. That you meant it when you said you were done with his bullshit. He thought he would have had another chance. But he knows himself- he would have ruined it too, and even though the relationship was awful, he still went to you when you called him. He still bought you gifts and he still has your house keys.

“Do you live with him now?” His voice is emotionless, and there’s a hint of disgust in there to ask whatever void is growing in him.

You shrug. “Yeah. Got my own toothbrush here and everything.” You smile. “My place was starting to get cramped anyways.”

Inside, Enji calls for you, and quickly, you stand, wishing Touya a good day, and he stands outside with a bag of trash and a key with no home to return to.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha enji #enji todoroki #endeavor x you #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #touya x you #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #i hoep you like this #this got me simping for endeavor #i think i wanna write for fatgum again #anyways im super tired #hope you like it!!#love you bye!!

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plush-rabbit · 2 years

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Gang Orca Headcanons

Request: Can I have King Orca with a Small husband S/O SFW and NSFW headcannons?

A/N: I went to the beach today and I think he'd have a lot of fun there and would love to swim with you on his back and that's on me being self-indulgent because i can't swim(❁´◡`❁)

SFW:

It isn’t that he’s particularly shy about the relationship, but rather that Kugo isn’t one to want to boast about being in a relationship. Of course, he wants to show you off, to dress you in fancy clothes and take you to the banquets held for heroes, or take you to nice restaurants and bring you flowers for every outing, but he isn’t one for those big showcases. It all feels wrong for him, that it isn’t him. He takes you out and he holds your hand, but he can never seem to bring himself to kiss you in any sort of way- no kiss on the top of your head, or on your hand, or his snout pressed against your face. It’s something that he doesn’t want people to see. He has no qualms about you kissing him, in fact, he looks forward to feeling you lift his hand and kiss the back of it, or even reach up and cup his face with your hands.

On your dates, the hero likes to take you out- to have you enjoy whatever it is that you want. Whether it’s to go on a walk through the plaza or in the street lined with vendors he wants to see you enjoy yourself. When in public, it’s common to find him attached to you, hardly ever leaving your side and a part of him teases that it’s because you’d get lost in the sea of people, but really, he just likes to have you close to him, knowing that he can protect you. He wants you to rely on him in the way that he relies on you- he wants you to find comfort in him, to know that you can go to him whenever you need and that you don’t have to worry about getting a step ladder to reach the tallest shelf, because he’ll be there for you. He wants you to rely on him and he’d show that through his wealth and his commitment towards you, going out of his way to know that with him, you don’t have to worry about anything since he’d be there to catch you.

It may not seem like it, but he’s rather playful with others. His air of authority dissipates when around you, his grin wide and tone with a lilt at the ends of his words. It isn’t meant to be in mean spirits, but he does love to tease you about your height. He’ll cup your face in his hands, fingers splayed towards the back of your head as your cheeks squish together, commenting on how you’re so small, and why you’re like that with a little coo in his voice. He gives you all sorts of nicknames in private, a swell of pride in his chest when you respond to them and coo back your own nicknames for him. His hands often just find themselves resting on the crown of your head, covering you completely in a way that you never seem to mind. It comes so naturally for him to always be touching you, that he can’t help using you as a makeshift armrest.

You’re so much smaller than him, your hands barely covering his palm, and your wrists small enough that he can wrap his hand around it, and have his own fingertips curl over the back of his fingers. There’s a sort of wonder in his eyes everytime he holds your hand, the tip of his index scratching over the lines on your palm and the ones that cut horizontally over the back of your knuckles. He loves to hold your hand and compare sizes, muttering under his breath how you’re so small. You’re much frailer than him, his quirk gives him such a boost of power that he’s so careful around you, treating you like glass under his fingertips. He holds you softly, tightening his grip on your little by little, feeling your own arms around him tight and bursting with all the strength that you could muster.

Kugo’s stature towers over most people due to his quirk, and you are not exempt from that. He’s tall, and his fin makes him look even more so. He knows where he stands in hero society, a society with quirks, a published article even going as far to comment at how much of a villain he looks like. And yet, you still look up at him with a smile, clinging to him during movie nights, wanting to be held by him. He knows who he is, and he knows how he looks, and despite all that, you still want to be with him. He takes good care of you. His salary as a hero is immense, and he spends it on you. If you’ve ever commented on wanting something, he’s quick to go ahead and find it for you, putting the item in a nice bag and fluffing it with colored tissue paper.

NSFW:

Kugo’s size affects many of his daily activities; from clothes having to be tailored to fit his build, to cars that can feel a bit snug, to sex. He is a massive man, in every way and shape. Before any type of penetration, he makes sure that you have at least climaxed once or twice beforehand. His nails are sharpened to the point that claws would be an accurate way to describe his hands, so any type of penetration is either done with a toy to stretch you or with his cock- possibly tongue at times. He doesn’t want you to feel any type of discomfort and was very hesitant onwards having sex with you in fear that he would harm you. Stretching you beforehand with a toy makes it so much easier to slip into you without fear that he’d tear something.

Due to his size, he can be rather rough. While he’s done his best to hold back, there are moments where his strength overcomes him. He can be rough without intending to be- a grip on your waist may appear in a purple mark that spreads against your hip bone. He’ll turn you over to bury your face into the mattress, your drool darkening the comforter under you as he holds onto your hips, his tongue fat in your hole, stretching and spilling with spit down your thighs in heavy, syrupy strands. He can feel you squirm, shaking your body and muffling your cries into the bed under you, and you’re bucking yourself much too eagerly against him. His hands give you a squeeze, claws pinching into your soft flesh and dotted with crimson. The next morning, with your body tuckered out and the blanket covering the middle of your back, he takes a peek, a voyeuristic one at first, until he notices the bruising starting to take color, and finds a warmth of arousal jolt at his awakening cock.

Whether it’s calling you pretty or moaning, something is always echoed out into the room. He’s a vocal man, making some type of noise that has the tips of your ears burning with a fever. There’s something rather erotic about hearing such a poised man become so vulgar, grunting out like a cat in heat, his nails leaving lines in it’s wake as you can feel everything happening in you. He can never find a way to be quiet, telling you in a sinful voice about how soft you feel, wrapped so tightly around him, how he can feel you clench around him and that it’s making his head spin. His voice is low, a husky tone to it that makes the words feel rougher than the bruising grip on your hip. It’s this innate urge in him to want to tell you how pretty you are with tears in your eyes, that he can see how he’s bullying out of you, and that he’s so proud that you can take nearly all of him and still look so endearing with spit and tears shining on your face.

You clasp onto anything of him whether he’s on top or you are, scratching at his smooth skin, your nails barely able to make a dent in him. You kiss his lips, muttering seconds before how you want a kiss, grasping onto his shoulders, dragging your hands down his biceps, hooking your hands on the crook of his elbows. He adores you when you touch him. He could get drunk on how needy and feverish you are, unable to think straight, pulling him close to you and moaning about how good he feels. On this type of high, he’s much too sensitive, feeling every way your insides are pushed, how they cling and stick to him, the grooves of your walls and your rim clenching around the base of his cock. In a sitting position with your legs locked around him, your hands find their way to his back, fingertips brushing along the base of his dorsal fin and he’s bucking sharply inside of you. His find is far too sensitive, reacting in a way that feels as if he blood is pulsing enough for you to see.

With his quirk giving him enhanced strength and enhanced stamina, Kugo can go for multiple rounds before he tires. It’s rare for him to actually get tired, and he doesn’t usually go for as long as he could. He’s satisfied with just orgasming a few times, as long as you’re satisfied. He’s deep in you, seeing your dazed face, and open mouth, your sex dripping with cum weakly, in spurts that hold no real potency for much. He pulls away, letting the seed that is already buried deep in you, squelch out of you in a wet sound. You’re barely cognitive, slurring your words and reaching out for him, but you’ve been much too abused, your hole fluttering around nothing and rimmed with red from the stretch, and lowers your hands. Once you’ve calmed down and your body isn’t as sensitive as it was before, he’s bringing a cotton towel to clean you, shushing you when you try to grab at his still erect cock. He can go for hours without a doubt, but he’s already satisfied, lying beside you and bringing your flushed body close to his.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha gang orca #gang orca #gang orca x reader #gang orca headcanons #kugo sakamata #kugo sakamata x reader #kugo sakamata headcanons #i think he would also have a big breeding kink #he likes kids and would love to have kids #him and fatgum have breeding kink solidarity #anyways #um #obey me soon and then a best jeanist #you think he has a long face #or a long neck #love you bye

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