#GASP! vlad that’s a naughty word!!

[braisedhoney]

PART ONE (you are here!) - [PART TWO]

an eight page comic from Our Pupils Grope for the Shape of What We Know on ao3, by @ectopal

part two coming shortly (as in, minutes, so stay tuned!) rambles under the cut.

guys, this fic is so good. like so, so good. everything ectopal writes has been incredible so far, actually, and i had the hardest goddamn time figuring out which fic i wanted to draw for—in the end i’m really glad we chose this one, and i thank them for their input >:0

just… god. the brainrot is so strong. and if you can believe it, this whole comic barely even takes up a small portion of the last chapter—so if you like danny phantom, you’re looking for some epic gen fics, AND you’ve got some time, i say give their works a look. i promise that it’s worth it.

in the next part i’m gonna ramble more about how the process of making this comic went, but for now i’ll let you go. onward, enjoy! o7

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #dp #dp fanart #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #skulker #ney’s art #ney’s comics #GASP! vlad that’s a naughty word!! #how terrible… proceed with your rage. #okay no but seriously THIS PROJECT HAS BEEN SO MUCH FUN #like AAAAAAAA #i had a TIME trying to organize this shit. you should see the amount of redrafts i did just for the scene where vladdie starts yelling #BUT IT’S DONE #I’M SO PROUD

[wonderwomanfantasy]

badly want you

Vlad king is so cute why do we never talk about him?

Vlad x Reader

warning: Smut, choking, teasing, Bratt,

word count: 1,000(about)

summary: YOU are a tease and your husband is an absolute angle...until you push him too far that is.

Your husband was such a sweet man, you loved him, it really was a shame that he married a horrible teasing brat. 

“I’ll see you when you get home,” you purred kissing his neck one more time before he left for the day. Kan smiled reveling in the kisses. 

“You’re going shopping today right? Make sure to buy something pretty,” he said. You smiled, knowing you would buy something that he would like. 

“Have a good day, text me if you get bored,” you said waving him off. You smiled to yourself, finally alone for the day. And as the saying went, when the cat was away the mice will play. 

You spend most of your free time plotting ways to tease your beloved husband, and you were excited to enact your most recent plan. 

Sekijiro really should have known you were up to something, you never gave him such a sweet goodbye unless you were planning on acting up. 

It was a quiet day in class, the students of 1B were busy taking exams to it was dead silent in class. Boring. One might even say, and well you’d given him permission. He subtly pulled out his phone. 

What are you up to?

It took you a second to respond and when you did you didn’t say anything just sent a picture. 

A forest green lingerie set laid out on the bed. Before he could even think of a way to respond you sent another picture this time of you in the set, your ass in full view, your soft thighs squeezed by garter belts holding up your stakings. He took one look at the picture and knew he wanted to rip those panties off of you. 

Just playing dress up :)

Pretty 

He bit his lower lip looking at the picture. Shame he could only see your ass and legs, he wished he could see the rest of you.  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his latex suit suddenly got a little too tight. He couldn’t stop staring at you zooming in on your behind. He really was so lucky to have you all to himself. 

As if you’d read his mind you sent him another message. 

You’ll have to be in person if you want to see more. 

Tease. 

He was eager to get home to you, as was no doubt your plan all along. The rest of the day his mind was full of nothing but you, and all the dirty things he’d do when he got you alone. 

“Oh hey, baby welcome home! Did you have a good day?”  you asked as if nothing had happened, but he had expected just that, you loved to draw out this little game of yours. You were wearing one of his old shirts and some blue short shorts you always wore around the house.

Or at least you wore them when you were planning on teasing him, you knew how much he liked your ass in those shorts. He hugged you tight pulling you into a steamy kiss hands falling to your ass giving it a playful squeeze. 

“Oh? What’s gotten into you huh?” you asked innocently. He took a step forward pressing you to the wall. Your breath caught in your throat. It wouldn’t be the first time your husband took you against the wall, but the thought still thrilled you. to be so close to him, his muscles bulging as he held you aloft. you shuddered.  

“As if you don’t know why,”  he scoffed picking up by your thighs. You yelped clutching his shoulders then laughing as he carried you to the bedroom. You were still surprised how easily he could lift you sometimes. 

“You’re the worst you know that?” he growled against your neck throwing you down on the bed. 

“You’re such a tease,” he growled taking your shirt in one hand and tearing it clean off your body. Exposing your pretty tits encased in green lace. 

“Hey!” you gasped “that was one of my favorites,” you pouted.

“Should have thought about it before you tease me while I’m at work,” he huffed pinning your wrists to the bed with one of his large hands. 

“It is very pretty though, good color on you,”  he purred yanking your shorts down so he could see the rest of you. 

“Glad you think so,” you said biting your lower lip. Your arousal was starting to become unbearable, every time Kan looked at you in that way it lit a fire in your belly. 

He touched you slowly, feeling the weight of your body with his hands, Squeezing his favorite bits like your thighs and breasts. 

“My pretty girl all dressed up for me, shame I’m going to have to rip it to shreds.”  He shifted pressing his hard cock to your cunt making you squirm. 

His free hand wrapped around your throat making you gasp. He shoved your panties to the side roughly shoving two of his fingers in your cunt making you squirm. 

“You’ve been naughty,” he said moving his hand off your wrists to your throat cutting off your airflow again. 

You writhed beneath him and you couldn’t help but shift against his hands as you tried to get used to the rough feeling of him fingering you. 

“Hurts-” you whined. Moving your hips against his hands trying to position him so it felt right. 

“Naughty brats doing get to feel good,” he snapped before flipping you over and pressing your face to his crotch. 

“Now be a good cock slut and suck,”

#vlad king #vlad king x reader #imagine vlad king #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

[from-seas-to-skies]

hey Empress, may i please have Aizawa or Vlad King with heavy petting? thanks babe!

No, thank you! This is our first request for this blog, so let’s gooooooo

Reeducation / Aizawa x Reader ♕︎

warnings: spicy spicy

words: 702

(a/n): Just to clarify, reader is a teacher here, not a student >.>

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Passion comes in many forms, whether it’s big or small, cloaked in fire or ice.

It’s not your fault you’ve always seen Aizawa in such a light; with a cool, stern demeanor like his, it’s hard not to. Though, you wouldn’t necessarily classify him as an ice prince, no, not by a long shot. He’s simply a quiet man, one that doesn’t stand for anyone’s bullshit.

Maybe that’s what pulled you towards him in the first place. A moth drawn to a dark gray flame, only to set it alight in a fiery new hue. Because, even if you won’t outright admit it, you have just as much of an effect on him as he does on you.

Maybe you’ve grown too sentimental. Whatever the cause, these heart clenching thoughts plague your mind whenever you’re thrown into the woes of passion. Fingers gripping the front of his shirt, mouth skirting along his scruffy jaw, you’re right where you want to be.

“Ah, shit,” Aizawa’s deep voice breathes. It soothes your frantic nerves, makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. His hand is too broad, long fingers tapping the underside of your sex as his palm grinds into you. “I bet you want me to fuck you, eh?”

“I wouldn’t be getting too cocky if I were you,” you murmur, your teeth scraping his flesh. Like him, your own hand shamelessly brushes against his cock, fingers stroking the hardening tent in his pants.

Aizawa merely breathes out a laugh, his head knocking to the side as your lips descend his neck. “Now, who said anything about being cocky?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, eyes falling shut as your hips unconsciously buck into his hand. You gasp at the spark of arousal racing up your spine, leaving your mind heavy and groggy. “Is this another one of your logical ruses?”

“That depends,” Aizawa grunts, his hand picking up speed, “are you gonna fall for it or not?”

“Stop acting like a fool,” you say, a smile threatening to tug at the corners of your lips. Moving upward, you plant your mouth on his; he tastes like coffee, but there’s an underlying note of something so incredibly sweet that you can’t get enough of. Before long, the both of you are licking at the insides of each other’s mouths, tongues slipping in a way that’s both messy and tantalizing.

Your heart thrums with pleasure whenever Aizawa presses you harder against the wall, his forearm propped by your head as he kisses you dumb. Alone like this, pressed against the wall of a lonely staff’s lounge, you’re nearly drifting away from reality, Aizawa’s sturdy body the only thing keeping you anchored. Anybody could walk in at any time, catch the two of you in such a promiscuous manner, but you don’t care. Not when Aizawa’s tongue is slithering down your throat, not when his hand is delivering so much delicious friction.

“Naughty thing,” Aizawa mutters, his voice rumbling deep in his chest and throat. “You won’t be happy until I bend you over my desk, huh?”

“Always so demanding,” you respond, lifting your hand from his shirt and skimming your thumb over his bottom lip. “What are you gonna do about it, sensei?”

“And here I was, already thinking you were taught proper manners. Maybe I am a fool.” You release a sound of displeasure as he removes his hand; abruptly, he clenches onto your wrists and lifts them with ease, pinning your hands above your head. “But I wonder,” he begins, slipping a strong thigh in between your legs, “if old dogs can be taught new tricks.”

“Don’t mock me.” A sharp breath escapes your throat as Aizawa begins to rock his thigh against your clothed sex.

“Mock you?” he teases, a playful lilt to his usually gruff tone. “No, I’m educating you. That’s what school is for, isn’t it?”

“You bastard – don’t play dirty like that.”

“Don’t treat Aizawa-sensei­­­ ­like that, you little brat. I think it’s about time some reeducates you, hmm?” Leaning in, he kisses you deeply, his intoxicating taste lathering your tongue, making your head dizzy. “First lesson,” he whispers, dropping your wrists and removing his thigh, “is to get on your knees.”

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shota #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #mha smut #bnha smut #request #empress writes