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armin’s favorite girl
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𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 twenty
minors dni ₍^. .^₎⟆
armin’s favorite girl
requests open! (please request, i dont bite💔💔)
general rules masterlist
the emotes i hit when i have to reread my own smut:
“closer to me, baby, i wont bite!”
j. kirstein, e. jeager, a. arlert
i. midoriya, k. bakugou + e. kirishima, s. aizawa
t. fushiguro, k. nanami
this contains 18+ content! all timeskip mha characters! (excluding aizawa, love my long haired king💔)
aot, mha, and jjk men with a random short smut drabble
[2.1k words, edging, female!reader, reader is mentioned to have coils (aizawa), edging, praise, degradation, sub/dom dynamics, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, dick sucking, use of 'slut' 'whore' 'brat', bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!reader, sub!jean,sub!izuku, somnophillia, free use, exhibitionism, fucking in office, doggystyle, riding, pussy eating, mean!toji, theres probably more im forgetting, bad writing, not proofread]
jean kirstein ft. edging
jean absolutely loves it when you edge him. bringing him to his high, just to let him right down. he loves being at your absolute mercy, your big tall man, whining and crying under you.
jean was laying down, head against your fluffy pillows, hair disheveled and drool sliding down his cheek. he always looks so handsome like this. tears rolling down his face as you lick the underside of his fat cock.
"shit! ah.. please honey, please let me cum .." he looked down at the face of the woman he loves, vision blurred.
his whining has never fooled you, you know for a fact that he loves this shit. he loves you on top. he loves your pretty giggles as you deny his orgasm for the 4th time tonight.
"mmmh you wanna cum baby? you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" you fondled his balls while jerking him, kitten licking his tip and pressing sweet kisses to it.
"ah! shit .. yes! please! please let me cum baby...please, need you so bad ..." your hands came to an abrupt stop at his sentence.
poor baby, he was so close.
eren jeager ft. hatefucking
you and eren never seen eye to eye. always arguing in the mess hall, always side eyeing each other during training, and always oddly close.
"you fuckin' slut." eren spat, gripping the back of your neck with his strong hand.
eren had your face smushed into the pillows, arms noodly and back arched weakly. you had previously argued him up and down, 100% sure you were right. the two of you were debating about which of the two of you were stronger physically.
"not so strong now are you? nothing but my weak little cumdump, huh?" his words were harsh. and you loved it.
"f-ah...fucking hate you eren..fuck!" his large palm landed on your ass.
"nah, speak up. you had all that mouth earlier, now look at you."
armin arlert ft. overstimulation
"arminnnnn! too much! cant take ittt!"
"you can, and you will."
armin adores your reactions in the bedroom. he lives just to see you squirm under him, he soaks in every little moan and whine that comes out of your mouth. the way your mouth forms and 'o' and your eyes roll back.
armin studies each and every little feedback you give him, and lately he's caught sight of the fact that..you can only take one orgasm at a time.
this annoyed him. he'd hear all these stories from his guy friends about how them and their girlfriend went "all night." and wondered if that was the norm.
he wanted to make you feel good. better than you'd ever felt.
he was determined to give you more than one orgasm.
armin had his head buried between your thighs, licking long stripes along your needy clit. this was your third time cumming tonight. your legs were numb and twitching and your brain felt foggy.
"ah shit honey..you taste so good." he looked up to see his darling girl, drooling on his pillow and teary eyed.
he knew that face.
he knew how good he was making you feel.
izuku midoriya ft. praise
you'd noticed lately that your baby's self esteem was at an all time low. you never understood why he was so insecure, hes handsome, strong, kind, and and absolute cutie.
you'd notice how during sex, he'd try to put his all into it and truly do his best, but he'd just end up overthinking and overanalyzing it.
one day, when you were lounging in his bed next to him, he expressed to you that he felt like he wasn't good enough, like he didn't deserve you.
you hated that. you wanted to jump into his brain and stomp on the idea that he "isn't good enough."
"ah! sweetheart please..." his cock was buried deep inside you, hands gripping your thighs tight, muscles tightened, and sweat dripping down his forehead.
"say it, izuku. i won't ask you again." he was so stubborn. refusing to say anything good about himself, like he physically couldn't.
you were upset at his lack of words, bringing your hips to an abrupt stop, right before his climax. this was the 2nd time, and the sensitive boy could only take so much.
"baby please!...shit..i'm strong, i'm handsome, im the love of your life! shit! please baby..please let me cum! i need it so bad!" his eyes were glued shut, face burning red and unable to look you in the eye.
"now was that so hard? you feel so good inside me 'zu, my sweet boy. always so good to me."
katsuki bakugou + eijirou kirishima ft. humiliation
they were so mean.
they were always so mean. always teasing you, calling you names, pushing your books out of your hands, driving all your friends away with rumors,
and you were sick of it.
the next time the three of you seen each other, they had you shoved up against a wall at a party, poking and prodding at you and laughing. they were commenting on your short skirt, the one you wore when you didn't do your laundry in time. the one you bought when you were in highschool ...
"bet you wore this for us, huh?" the blonde man said to you, he was always the meaner one of the two. his insults cut deep, and he had everything to back it up.
"yeah babe, everyone knows you got a thing for us, its alright, we don't bite" the red haired one was fondling with the small fabric, twirling it in between his fingers and tugging at it.
to be honest, after months of seeing the same two guys, degrading you, touching you with big warm hands, and throwing subtle glances at you laced with lust, you'd never admit to it,
but you knew.
your face was hot and red at his comment, panties damp with need, and thighs pressing together. you wish they'd take you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out, until all you could think about is their dick inside you.
the two of them picked up on your arousal, and grinned at each other like two cheshire cats.
..which is how you ended up bent over absolutely nothing, just two big bodies holding you in between them. bass from the loud music was making your feet vibrate beneath you, while eijirou had your skirt lifted up, thick cock nested inside of your wet, warm pussy. katsuki on the other hand, had his two big hands holding your head, fucking your mouth.
"fucking hell, how many dicks have you sucked to get this good?"
"always knew she was a whore, that innocent façade doesn't fool me"
all you could do was moan, you were feeling so much pleasure. it was all so filthy, the way you were letting your bullies have you. the way you knew they would tell everyone about this after. the way the door was unlocked and anybody could walk in, the way they spoke to you like you were nothing but their fucktoy to humiliate and ruin.
shouta aizawa ft. somnophillia
the first time you brought up the idea of free use with your husband, shouta, you were thinking of his hero work. you knew your husband was balancing being a hero, as well as a teacher.
to be honest, your sex life was kind of dead. the two of you were always working. when he got home at night, you were asleep, when you woke up, he was gone to work already.
when you proposed the idea to shouta, he made sure you were 100% comfortable with it, and not just doing it to please him. he'd always put your pleasure above his.
the two of you discussed your hard limits, and that's when the topic of somnophillia came into play. at first, shouta didn't know what it was, sure he had a few partners in the past, but most of the sex throughout his life was vanilla.
after you explained it to him, you could see the visible strain in his pants. thinking of fucking his cock into your warm, sleeping body.
a few weeks after your discussion, shouta came home late again, of course. he kicked his boots off and made his way into the living room.
you were spread out on the sofa, tiny night gown on, coils sprawled against the decorative pillow. you looked so gorgeous in that moment. shouta thought about what the two of you talked about in the previous weeks, about the words you said to him.
"use me, shouta."
the words slid off your tongue like butter. you looked up at him innocently as if he didn't just find out you're fucking filthy. he knows you did this on purpose.
no bra, no panties.
shouta made his way over to the sofa, grazing his hand against your thigh with such tenderness. he peeled your dress upwards and spread your legs for himself. you were dripping. he knew you must've touched yourself earlier. his poor girl, he's been neglecting you so much.
he unbuckled his belt to free his cock, the thick head slapped against your soaked clit as he spread his precum over your hole so he could slowly push himself in. when he bottomed out, he could tell he was already close.
after months of not having a single orgasm, his sensitivity had spiked rapidly. his dragged himself in and out slowly, small whines coming from you in your sleep.
he let out a low groan when he came inside of you, warm sticky liquid filling you to the brim. shouta never liked you to waste his cum, so he pushed it all back in with his cock.
shouta always knocked right out after sex, and tonight was no different. he wrapped his arms around you, cock still nuzzled inside, satisfied and relieved.
toji fushiguro ft. brat taming
toji knew better than to mess with a dumb college girl. he knew that they were all spoiled brats with daddy's money. he knew they'd throw a fit if they didn't get every little expensive thing they wanted.
so why was he so pissed right now?
you were in his lap while he was sitting on the sofa, your back against his chest and the head of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again.
you were fully naked, while he still had on most all of his clothes. his large arms had your ankles up to your ears as he fucked deep into you.
"tojiiii! 'm sorry! so sorry! please! its too much..." your head fell back against his shoulder, from where you could see his cocky grin. your juices were flying all over the sofa, soaking toji's grey sweats and dripping onto the floor.
earlier in the day, toji reluctantly took you shopping. he expected you to only get a few things, but instead you came out with the whole damn store. when he told you he was cutting you off for the day, you caught an attitude with him. you refused to speak to him, wouldn't let him touch you, and called him a "fucking bitch," which really did it for him.
"shut that whining up. this is what bratty ass girls like you need" his big hand came down to smack your thigh, to which you squirmed so pathetically, unable to get out of his grip.
"tojii im gunna cummmmm!"
"you cum and ill paddle your ass raw. tch, fuckin' slut."
kento nanami ft. exhibitionism
nanami kento had never been an irrational nor impulsive man. every move he made was calculated. if he'd ever got married, he'd marry a woman exactly like him.
.....until you came along.
which is how he ended up in this situation, fucking into his wife from behind, on his desk, with his office door unlocked. he honestly felt a little guilty, you came to bring him a surprise lunch since he left his on the counter this morning. you were dressed up all pretty for him, wearing his favorite jeans on you.
when he came down to come get you from the foyer, he seen a few of his colleagues speaking to you. he thought nothing of it until one of them whistled. this infuriated kento like nothing else.
he bent you over his desk gently, totally forgetting the lunch you brought him, and spanked your ass. he knew it wasn't fair to punish you for their wrongdoings, which is why he rewarded your pretty cunt with his thick dick after.
his hand was plastered over your mouth, muffling your moans so the people outside couldn't hear. if even one person walked in right now, the both of you would be done.
but you both loved it. you loved the way he walked you back out as if he didn't just rearrange your guts over his desk.
you loved the thrill.
i honestly got really lazy throughout this im sorry :(
“closer to me, baby, i wont bite!”
j. kirstein, e. jeager, a. arlert
i. midoriya, k. bakugou + e. kirishima, s. aizawa
t. fushiguro, k. nanami
this contains 18+ content! all timeskip mha characters! (excluding aizawa, love my long haired king💔)
aot, mha, and jjk men with a random short smut drabble
[2.1k words, edging, female!reader, reader is mentioned to have coils (aizawa), edging, praise, degradation, sub/dom dynamics, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, dick sucking, use of 'slut' 'whore' 'brat', bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!reader, sub!jean,sub!izuku, somnophillia, free use, exhibitionism, fucking in office, doggystyle, riding, pussy eating, mean!toji, theres probably more im forgetting, bad writing, not proofread]
jean kirstein ft. edging
jean absolutely loves it when you edge him. bringing him to his high, just to let him right down. he loves being at your absolute mercy, your big tall man, whining and crying under you.
jean was laying down, head against your fluffy pillows, hair disheveled and drool sliding down his cheek. he always looks so handsome like this. tears rolling down his face as you lick the underside of his fat cock.
"shit! ah.. please honey, please let me cum .." he looked down at the face of the woman he loves, vision blurred.
his whining has never fooled you, you know for a fact that he loves this shit. he loves you on top. he loves your pretty giggles as you deny his orgasm for the 4th time tonight.
"mmmh you wanna cum baby? you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" you fondled his balls while jerking him, kitten licking his tip and pressing sweet kisses to it.
"ah! shit .. yes! please! please let me cum baby...please, need you so bad ..." your hands came to an abrupt stop at his sentence.
poor baby, he was so close.
eren jeager ft. hatefucking
you and eren never seen eye to eye. always arguing in the mess hall, always side eyeing each other during training, and always oddly close.
"you fuckin' slut." eren spat, gripping the back of your neck with his strong hand.
eren had your face smushed into the pillows, arms noodly and back arched weakly. you had previously argued him up and down, 100% sure you were right. the two of you were debating about which of the two of you were stronger physically.
"not so strong now are you? nothing but my weak little cumdump, huh?" his words were harsh. and you loved it.
"f-ah...fucking hate you eren..fuck!" his large palm landed on your ass.
"nah, speak up. you had all that mouth earlier, now look at you."
armin arlert ft. overstimulation
"arminnnnn! too much! cant take ittt!"
"you can, and you will."
armin adores your reactions in the bedroom. he lives just to see you squirm under him, he soaks in every little moan and whine that comes out of your mouth. the way your mouth forms and 'o' and your eyes roll back.
armin studies each and every little feedback you give him, and lately he's caught sight of the fact that..you can only take one orgasm at a time.
this annoyed him. he'd hear all these stories from his guy friends about how them and their girlfriend went "all night." and wondered if that was the norm.
he wanted to make you feel good. better than you'd ever felt.
he was determined to give you more than one orgasm.
armin had his head buried between your thighs, licking long stripes along your needy clit. this was your third time cumming tonight. your legs were numb and twitching and your brain felt foggy.
"ah shit honey..you taste so good." he looked up to see his darling girl, drooling on his pillow and teary eyed.
he knew that face.
he knew how good he was making you feel.
izuku midoriya ft. praise
you'd noticed lately that your baby's self esteem was at an all time low. you never understood why he was so insecure, hes handsome, strong, kind, and and absolute cutie.
you'd notice how during sex, he'd try to put his all into it and truly do his best, but he'd just end up overthinking and overanalyzing it.
one day, when you were lounging in his bed next to him, he expressed to you that he felt like he wasn't good enough, like he didn't deserve you.
you hated that. you wanted to jump into his brain and stomp on the idea that he "isn't good enough."
"ah! sweetheart please..." his cock was buried deep inside you, hands gripping your thighs tight, muscles tightened, and sweat dripping down his forehead.
"say it, izuku. i won't ask you again." he was so stubborn. refusing to say anything good about himself, like he physically couldn't.
you were upset at his lack of words, bringing your hips to an abrupt stop, right before his climax. this was the 2nd time, and the sensitive boy could only take so much.
"baby please!...shit..i'm strong, i'm handsome, im the love of your life! shit! please baby..please let me cum! i need it so bad!" his eyes were glued shut, face burning red and unable to look you in the eye.
"now was that so hard? you feel so good inside me 'zu, my sweet boy. always so good to me."
katsuki bakugou + eijirou kirishima ft. humiliation
they were so mean.
they were always so mean. always teasing you, calling you names, pushing your books out of your hands, driving all your friends away with rumors,
and you were sick of it.
the next time the three of you seen each other, they had you shoved up against a wall at a party, poking and prodding at you and laughing. they were commenting on your short skirt, the one you wore when you didn't do your laundry in time. the one you bought when you were in highschool ...
"bet you wore this for us, huh?" the blonde man said to you, he was always the meaner one of the two. his insults cut deep, and he had everything to back it up.
"yeah babe, everyone knows you got a thing for us, its alright, we don't bite" the red haired one was fondling with the small fabric, twirling it in between his fingers and tugging at it.
to be honest, after months of seeing the same two guys, degrading you, touching you with big warm hands, and throwing subtle glances at you laced with lust, you'd never admit to it,
but you knew.
your face was hot and red at his comment, panties damp with need, and thighs pressing together. you wish they'd take you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out, until all you could think about is their dick inside you.
the two of them picked up on your arousal, and grinned at each other like two cheshire cats.
..which is how you ended up bent over absolutely nothing, just two big bodies holding you in between them. bass from the loud music was making your feet vibrate beneath you, while eijirou had your skirt lifted up, thick cock nested inside of your wet, warm pussy. katsuki on the other hand, had his two big hands holding your head, fucking your mouth.
"fucking hell, how many dicks have you sucked to get this good?"
"always knew she was a whore, that innocent façade doesn't fool me"
all you could do was moan, you were feeling so much pleasure. it was all so filthy, the way you were letting your bullies have you. the way you knew they would tell everyone about this after. the way the door was unlocked and anybody could walk in, the way they spoke to you like you were nothing but their fucktoy to humiliate and ruin.
shouta aizawa ft. somnophillia
the first time you brought up the idea of free use with your husband, shouta, you were thinking of his hero work. you knew your husband was balancing being a hero, as well as a teacher.
to be honest, your sex life was kind of dead. the two of you were always working. when he got home at night, you were asleep, when you woke up, he was gone to work already.
when you proposed the idea to shouta, he made sure you were 100% comfortable with it, and not just doing it to please him. he'd always put your pleasure above his.
the two of you discussed your hard limits, and that's when the topic of somnophillia came into play. at first, shouta didn't know what it was, sure he had a few partners in the past, but most of the sex throughout his life was vanilla.
after you explained it to him, you could see the visible strain in his pants. thinking of fucking his cock into your warm, sleeping body.
a few weeks after your discussion, shouta came home late again, of course. he kicked his boots off and made his way into the living room.
you were spread out on the sofa, tiny night gown on, coils sprawled against the decorative pillow. you looked so gorgeous in that moment. shouta thought about what the two of you talked about in the previous weeks, about the words you said to him.
"use me, shouta."
the words slid off your tongue like butter. you looked up at him innocently as if he didn't just find out you're fucking filthy. he knows you did this on purpose.
no bra, no panties.
shouta made his way over to the sofa, grazing his hand against your thigh with such tenderness. he peeled your dress upwards and spread your legs for himself. you were dripping. he knew you must've touched yourself earlier. his poor girl, he's been neglecting you so much.
he unbuckled his belt to free his cock, the thick head slapped against your soaked clit as he spread his precum over your hole so he could slowly push himself in. when he bottomed out, he could tell he was already close.
after months of not having a single orgasm, his sensitivity had spiked rapidly. his dragged himself in and out slowly, small whines coming from you in your sleep.
he let out a low groan when he came inside of you, warm sticky liquid filling you to the brim. shouta never liked you to waste his cum, so he pushed it all back in with his cock.
shouta always knocked right out after sex, and tonight was no different. he wrapped his arms around you, cock still nuzzled inside, satisfied and relieved.
toji fushiguro ft. brat taming
toji knew better than to mess with a dumb college girl. he knew that they were all spoiled brats with daddy's money. he knew they'd throw a fit if they didn't get every little expensive thing they wanted.
so why was he so pissed right now?
you were in his lap while he was sitting on the sofa, your back against his chest and the head of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again.
you were fully naked, while he still had on most all of his clothes. his large arms had your ankles up to your ears as he fucked deep into you.
"tojiiii! 'm sorry! so sorry! please! its too much..." your head fell back against his shoulder, from where you could see his cocky grin. your juices were flying all over the sofa, soaking toji's grey sweats and dripping onto the floor.
earlier in the day, toji reluctantly took you shopping. he expected you to only get a few things, but instead you came out with the whole damn store. when he told you he was cutting you off for the day, you caught an attitude with him. you refused to speak to him, wouldn't let him touch you, and called him a "fucking bitch," which really did it for him.
"shut that whining up. this is what bratty ass girls like you need" his big hand came down to smack your thigh, to which you squirmed so pathetically, unable to get out of his grip.
"tojii im gunna cummmmm!"
"you cum and ill paddle your ass raw. tch, fuckin' slut."
kento nanami ft. exhibitionism
nanami kento had never been an irrational nor impulsive man. every move he made was calculated. if he'd ever got married, he'd marry a woman exactly like him.
.....until you came along.
which is how he ended up in this situation, fucking into his wife from behind, on his desk, with his office door unlocked. he honestly felt a little guilty, you came to bring him a surprise lunch since he left his on the counter this morning. you were dressed up all pretty for him, wearing his favorite jeans on you.
when he came down to come get you from the foyer, he seen a few of his colleagues speaking to you. he thought nothing of it until one of them whistled. this infuriated kento like nothing else.
he bent you over his desk gently, totally forgetting the lunch you brought him, and spanked your ass. he knew it wasn't fair to punish you for their wrongdoings, which is why he rewarded your pretty cunt with his thick dick after.
his hand was plastered over your mouth, muffling your moans so the people outside couldn't hear. if even one person walked in right now, the both of you would be done.
but you both loved it. you loved the way he walked you back out as if he didn't just rearrange your guts over his desk.
you loved the thrill.
anyone reading this pls send requests!! i literally have like no ideas😭
Hihi! Sorry if this is a silly question but a lot of your works have black!reader, and I was wondering if it’s okay if non-black people read, like, and reblog. I talked to another blog about this and they said it’s always good to ask so I figured I would! I really like your writing, I just read the sugar daddy!Kento🤭
Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable in anyway please feel free to ignore this!!
omg my first ask hi!!!! of course everyone can read my works!!! honestly i really do need to work on some non specified race fics so it can be inclusive to everyone😞😞😞 and girl ur fine it didnt make me uncomfortable at all!!🧁 (plus my works r lowkey self indulgent so thats why i put black reader in most of them, anyone can read, like, and reblog tho!)❤️🩹❤️🩹
thank you for liking my writing !!! it means alot to me seriously i was soo nervous starting this blog😭😭
“just let me adore you”
k. nanami
[942 words, nanami x reader, sfw and nsfw, fluff, ooc nanami, bad writing, lowk confusing storyline, rough sex, hair pulling, prone bone, raw sex (wrap it before u tap it!), brat!reader (only during sex tho), spanking, brat taming, spitting in mouth, jealous!nanami, gojo mention (one time), sort of sweet end, reader is 23-24, nanami is late 30's marriage mention, housewife!reader mention, reader is kind of a crybaby, reader feels guilty for him spoiling her because of her money situation growing up, lowk alot of gaps in the plotline]
sfw and nsfw headcanons of sugardaddy!nanami and blacksugarbaby!reader! ^_^
sfw
sugardaddy!nanami who never expected to have interest in someone like you. he was a wealthy businessman, who was very respected and acknowledged. he had always been known to be strict, stoic, and tediously mature. most all of his employees were intimidated by his impassive presence.
on the other hand, you were such a sweet and exciting girl. you came from a low income family, and you worked as a barista at a cafe he frequented because you needed to pay for your final year of college. you always drew little hearts and smiley faces on his cup, and replaced the little dot on the "i" in "nanami", with a cute little heart.
sugardaddy!nanami who officially asked you out on a date when you were getting off of work. your boss accommodated you and let you off at 2pm because you had a class at 2:30, so kento saw the perfect opportunity to sweep you off of your feet.
sugardaddy!nanami who played it safe and took you to a beautiful restaurant because he wasn't sure of the things you liked. you were in awe of how large and expensive it was and asked if it was okay that you ordered a steak.
bless your heart. -probably nanami
🐾 ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 🐾
sugardaddy!nanami who loves to bring you to his work events, his assistants bringing you a brand new beautiful gown that he got tailored specifically for you each time. he always gets your nails done, classic almond french tip being his favorite. he's always so delighted to show you off, grabbing your hand and spinning you when you meet his business partners. and always addressing you as his baby.
sugardaddy!nanami who realized you never drive to work or school, you always rode a bike there or walked.
sugardaddy!nanami who bought you a brand new car for your birthday after making that observation. you jumped into his arms and cried so sweetly for him while kissing him all over his face.
sugardaddy!nanami who buys you whatever your beautiful heart desires, which honestly isn't much. he noticed how low maintenance you are. always to scared to ask him for anything, even though he would literally purchase the moon for you.
sugardaddy!nanami who insists on paying the bills in your apartment and paying your tuition. you tried to convince him not to, fluttering your eyelashes at him and telling him you'll feel bad for taking his money like that. in that moment, he agreed to not pay them, but ¥250,000 still ends up hitting your account every month.
nsfw
sugardaddy!nanami who would never force you into sexual favors just because he spoils you, he respects your boundaries and truly understands when you aren't in the mood.
sugardaddy!nanami who is ever so gentle, touching you so soft and worshiping your lovely body.
sugardaddy!nanami who finds out that despite you being such a sweet girl everywhere you go, you're quite the brat in the bedroom.
sugardaddy!nanami who takes you over his knee one day for sitting in his lap and teasing him in such a provocative manner while he's working from home.
sugardaddy!nanami who makes you count your spankings and thank him after each one.
"you can't act up and expect me not to discipline you." his large bicep is holding the small of your back down as a big warm hand comes down firmly on your ass. "count and say thank you after each one. i wont tell you again."
"kenny i'm sorryyy-ah!" his hand comes down again.
kento's eyebrow twitches at your lack of "thank you." he smacks your ass again. tears are streaming down your face but you love it. you love the burn. you love the overwhelmingness of it. you love the way he smooths your ass after every slap and peeks over to your face to make sure you're alright.
sugardaddy!nanami who realizes that day that he loves brat taming.
sugardaddy!nanami who buys you the prettiest lingerie, leading you into gorgeous high quality shops each time you two go to the mall.
sugardaddy!nanami who has never once been an irrational nor jealous man.
sugardaddy!nanami who puts you in prone bone and fucks your sloppy hole raw because his colleague gojo flirted with you.
"you're a damned slut. you liked that didnt you? liked when he called you pretty, liked when he stared at your tits, huh? answer me y/n."
"ah-ah-ah-ah! k-en-nny-y-yy-y-y!" your voice broke with each mean thrust."
"speak up."
he gathered your braids into his large fist, pulling you up against his chest. the position you were in allowed him to hit deeper in your insides. your mouth hung open from the pleasure and overstimulation of it all. kento let a glob of his spit fall onto your tongue, and brought you into a sloppy kiss to shut your squealing up.
sugardaddy!nanami who was in his late 30's and had never desired to be in a true romantic relationship. sure he'd had a few flings in the past, but nothing ever truly serious.
then came you.
sugardaddy!nanami who has had feelings for you from the start, from those sweet little hearts on his cup, to waking up to your warm figure in his bed. marked up and fucked out after your previous night.
sugardaddy!nanami who constantly reassures your worries about "using him," stating how much he loves you and encouraging you to let him keep spoiling you.
sugarbaby!reader who pouts at kento with tears in her eyes about the guilt of him spending his money on her, not wanting to be a bother.
sugarbaby!reader, who truly does love kento, but feels guilt about their relationship starting how it did.
sugardaddy!nanami who subtly hints to you that he wants to put a big shiny rock on your finger. taking all your guilt away, making you his sweet little housewife, free to spend all his money and let him love you the way he knows you deserve. making you his forever, through sickness and health.
"just let me adore you, my baby."
AN: bro i lowkey hate this
“just let me adore you”
k. nanami
[942 words (probably not because i went back and edited stuff), nanami x reader, sfw and nsfw, fluff, ooc nanami, bad writing, lowk confusing storyline, rough sex, hair pulling, prone bone, raw sex (wrap it before u tap it!), brat!reader (only during sex tho), spanking, brat taming, spitting in mouth, jealous!nanami, gojo mention (one time), sort of sweet end, reader is 23-24, nanami is late 30's marriage mention, housewife!reader mention, reader is kind of a crybaby, reader feels guilty for him spoiling her because of her money situation growing up, lowk alot of gaps in the plotline]
sfw and nsfw headcanons of sugardaddy!nanami and blacksugarbaby!reader! ^_^
sfw
sugardaddy!nanami who never expected to have interest in someone like you. he was a wealthy businessman, who was very respected and acknowledged. he had always been known to be strict, stoic, and tediously mature. most all of his employees were intimidated by his impassive presence.
on the other hand, you were such a sweet and exciting girl. you came from a low income family, and you worked as a barista at a cafe he frequented because you needed to pay for your final year of college. you always drew little hearts and smiley faces on his cup, and replaced the little dot on the "i" in "nanami", with a cute little heart.
sugardaddy!nanami who officially asked you out on a date when you were getting off of work. your boss accommodated you and let you off at 2pm because you had a class at 2:30, so kento saw the perfect opportunity to sweep you off of your feet.
sugardaddy!nanami who played it safe and took you to a beautiful restaurant because he wasn't sure of the things you liked. you were in awe of how large and expensive it was and asked if it was okay that you ordered a steak.
bless your heart. -probably nanami
🐾 ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 🐾
sugardaddy!nanami who loves to bring you to his work events, his assistants bringing you a brand new beautiful gown that he got tailored specifically for you each time. he always gets your nails done, classic almond french tip being his favorite. he's always so delighted to show you off, grabbing your hand and spinning you when you meet his business partners. and always addressing you as his baby.
sugardaddy!nanami who realized you never drive to work or school, you always rode a bike there or walked.
sugardaddy!nanami who bought you a brand new car for your birthday after making that observation. you jumped into his arms and cried so sweetly for him while kissing him all over his face.
sugardaddy!nanami who buys you whatever your beautiful heart desires, which honestly isn't much. he noticed how low maintenance you are. always to scared to ask him for anything, even though he would literally purchase the moon for you.
sugardaddy!nanami who insists on paying the bills in your apartment and paying your tuition. you tried to convince him not to, fluttering your eyelashes at him and telling him you'll feel bad for taking his money like that. in that moment, he agreed to not pay them, but ¥250,000 still ends up hitting your account every month.
nsfw
sugardaddy!nanami who would never force you into sexual favors just because he spoils you, he respects your boundaries and truly understands when you aren't in the mood.
sugardaddy!nanami who is ever so gentle, touching you so soft and worshiping your lovely body.
sugardaddy!nanami who finds out that despite you being such a sweet girl everywhere you go, you're quite the brat in the bedroom.
sugardaddy!nanami who takes you over his knee one day for sitting in his lap and teasing him in such a provocative manner while he's working from home.
sugardaddy!nanami who makes you count your spankings and thank him after each one.
"you can't act up and expect me not to discipline you." his large bicep is holding the small of your back down as a big warm hand comes down firmly on your ass. "count and say thank you after each one. i wont tell you again."
"kenny i'm sorryyy-ah!" his hand comes down again.
kento's eyebrow twitches at your lack of "thank you." he smacks your ass again. tears are streaming down your face but you love it. you love the burn. you love the overwhelmingness of it. you love the way he smooths your ass after every slap and peeks over to your face to make sure you're alright.
sugardaddy!nanami who realizes that day that he loves brat taming.
sugardaddy!nanami who buys you the prettiest lingerie, leading you into gorgeous high quality shops each time you two go to the mall.
sugardaddy!nanami who has never once been an irrational nor jealous man.
sugardaddy!nanami who puts you in prone bone and fucks your sloppy hole raw because his colleague gojo flirted with you.
"you're a damned slut. you liked that didnt you? liked when he called you pretty, liked when he stared at your tits, huh? answer me y/n."
"ah-ah-ah-ah! k-en-nny-y-yy-y-y!" your voice broke with each mean thrust."
"speak up."
he gathered your braids into his large fist, pulling you up against his chest. the position you were in allowed him to hit deeper in your insides. your mouth hung open from the pleasure and overstimulation of it all. kento let a glob of his spit fall onto your tongue, and brought you into a sloppy kiss to shut your squealing up.
sugardaddy!nanami who was in his late 30's and had never desired to be in a true romantic relationship. sure he'd had a few flings in the past, but nothing ever truly serious.
then came you.
sugardaddy!nanami who has had feelings for you from the start, from those sweet little hearts on his cup, to waking up to your warm figure in his bed. marked up and fucked out after your previous night.
sugardaddy!nanami who constantly reassures your worries about "using him," stating how much he loves you and encouraging you to let him keep spoiling you.
sugarbaby!reader who pouts at kento with tears in her eyes about the guilt of him spending his money on her, not wanting to be a bother.
sugarbaby!reader, who truly does love kento, but feels guilt about their relationship starting how it did.
sugardaddy!nanami who subtly hints to you that he wants to put a big shiny rock on your finger. taking all your guilt away, making you his sweet little housewife, free to spend all his money and let him love you the way he knows you deserve. making you his forever, through sickness and health.
"just let me adore you, my baby."
AN: bro i lowkey hate this
“FIRST MEET!”
k. bakugou
[620 words, drummer!bakugou x blackwoman!reader, timeskip!au, noquirk!au, bakusquad!band au, fluff, not really many warnings needed, all sfw, bad writing, not proofread]
when katsuki first met you, he was out at a record shop with his bandmate mina, because she was looking for an obscure band vinyl. they had already been to three shops and this was the fourth, so naturally, katsuki was annoyed. he was sipping a red bull casually when he wandered off to go browse. mina was asking a worker if they had the album in stock which turned into her rambling about how much she loves the band.
he was strolling down one of the aisles and came across “A seat at the table” by Solange. he’d always loved rnb, and when his fans found this out they were stunned. katsuki dressed like the typical alternative guy from any movie in the 90’s-2000’s, liberty spikes, eyeliner, jean jackets, cuffs, spikes, and his signature black platform doc martens. his band made loud music and preformed at underground shows. who wouldn’t be shocked?
he reached his large hand over to pluck the vinyl out of the container it was lined up in, when a pretty manicured hand collided with his instead.
“oh! did you want this one? i’m sorry!”
you looked up to see who the calloused hand belonged to, and you could’ve sworn there were hearts in his eyes.
you looked absolutely adorable. your perfect coily hair was littered with pink bows, you were wearing a tiny playboy bunny tank top, with your bra peeking and tits practically spilling out. your skirt was short but simple, showing off your smooth legs and drawing more attention to the flashy heels you had on.
you weren’t katsuki’s usual type, honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he had a type at all. whenever he did consider having interest in someone, it was someone that contrasted you in every single way.
“nah, it’s fine.” he took a long drink of his red bull, silence filling the gap between you two.
“..so you like Solange?” you twiddled your fingers so shyly, he looked down at you and raised a brow. why were you talking to him? you looked like you were straight out of Mean Girls, and you smelled like a damn cupcake.
but you were.. pretty
and you were sweet ….
and the way you batted your pretty eyelashes at him and looked up at him with so much wonder made him fucking weak.
why the hell was he feeling like this? he just met you.
“…yeah i like Solange, you got a problem with that?” you giggled sweetly at his rugged tone and continued the conversation, asking his favorite songs by her and it eventually turned into the two of you browsing together and naming your favorite albums.
you two were in the middle of debating if steve lacy or frank ocean is better. you honestly didn’t expect him to have this much personality, he seemed quiet and standoffish at first glance, but he was actually kinda…
sweet?
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
“HEY BLONDIE!”
the two of you whipped your heads around to see mina there, waving one hand and holding the album she was looking for in the other.
you looked over and up at him, wondering who the pink haired girl is, as his lip twitched and he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders dropping.
“hey, if you ever wanna come to a show or some shit..” he dug into his deep pocket and pulled a flyer out,
“STATE OF MIND, PLAYING LIVE AT (underground venue)”
his handsome face was on the flyer, large hands holding drum sticks, and the rest of his bandmates were surrounding him, including that pink haired girl.
by the time you read the flyer, he had already walked off and left the shop, leaving the Solange album on the front counter, purchased just for you.
…you were definitely going to that show.
note: dude it actually took me the longest to think of another idea but i plan on continuing this, maybe with like relationship hcs or like a continuation where y/n goes to the show he invited her to! :33
“first meet!”
k. bakugou
[620 words, drummer!bakugou x blackhyperfem!reader, timeskip!au, noquirk!au, bakusquad!band au, fluff, not really many warnings needed, all sfw, bad writing, not proofread]
when katsuki first met you, he was out at a record shop with his bandmate mina, because she was looking for an obscure band vinyl. they had already been to three shops and this was the fourth, so naturally, katsuki was annoyed. he was sipping a red bull casually when he wandered off to go browse. mina was asking a worker if they had the album in stock which turned into her rambling about how much she loves the band.
he was strolling down one of the aisles and came across “A seat at the table” by Solange. he’d always loved rnb, and when his fans found this out they were stunned. katsuki dressed like the typical alternative guy from any movie in the 90’s-2000’s, liberty spikes, eyeliner, jean jackets, cuffs, spikes, and his signature black platform doc martens. his band made loud music and preformed at underground shows. who wouldn’t be shocked?
he reached his large hand over to pluck the vinyl out of the container it was lined up in, when a pretty manicured hand collided with his instead.
“oh! did you want this one? i’m sorry!”
you looked up to see who the calloused hand belonged to, and you could’ve sworn there were hearts in his eyes.
you looked absolutely adorable. your perfect coily hair was littered with pink bows, you were wearing a tiny playboy bunny tank top, with your bra peeking and tits practically spilling out. your skirt was short but simple, showing off your smooth legs and drawing more attention to the flashy heels you had on.
you weren’t katsuki’s usual type, honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he had a type at all. whenever he did consider having interest in someone, it was someone that contrasted you in every single way.
“nah, it’s fine.” he took a long drink of his red bull, silence filling the gap between you two.
“..so you like Solange?” you twiddled your fingers so shyly, he looked down at you and raised a brow. why were you talking to him? you looked like you were straight out of Mean Girls, and you smelled like a damn cupcake.
but you were.. pretty
and you were sweet ….
and the way you batted your pretty eyelashes at him and looked up at him with so much wonder made him fucking weak.
why the hell was he feeling like this? he just met you.
“…yeah i like Solange, you got a problem with that?” you giggled sweetly at his rugged tone and continued the conversation, asking his favorite songs by her and it eventually turned into the two of you browsing together and naming your favorite albums.
you two were in the middle of debating if steve lacy or frank ocean is better. you honestly didn’t expect him to have this much personality, he seemed quiet and standoffish at first glance, but he was actually kinda…
sweet?
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
“HEY BLONDIE!”
the two of you whipped your heads around to see mina there, waving one hand and holding the album she was looking for in the other.
you looked over and up at him, wondering who the pink haired girl is, as his lip twitched and he exhaled, the tension in his shoulders dropping.
“hey, if you ever wanna come to a show or some shit..” he dug into his deep pocket and pulled a flyer out,
“STATE OF MIND, PLAYING LIVE AT (underground venue)”
his handsome face was on the flyer, large hands holding drum sticks, and the rest of his bandmates were surrounding him, including that pink haired girl.
by the time you read the flyer, he had already walked off and left the shop, leaving the Solange album on the front counter, purchased just for you.
…you were definitely going to that show.
note: dude it actually took me the longest to think of another idea but i plan on continuing this, maybe with like relationship hcs or like a continuation where y/n goes to the show he invited her to! :33
“who shit is that?”
e. jeager (drabble kinda idk)
[472 words, spoiledblack!reader, bratty!reader, smut, plug!eren, sub!eren if u squint but generally dom, drugs (weed) alcohol, slight degradation (?), praise, reader is kinda mean to him :(, missionary, mating press, slight manhandling, reader has tits and a pussy, bad writing, slightly proofread idfk]
this contains 18+ content
you had been fucking with him all day. ignoring his calls and texts, and posting on your story knowing damn well he was blowing your shit up.
you had finally answered his 8th facetime, and you were pouting and sipping your drink. eren never particularly loved the idea of you going out without him, especially to not one of those boujee ass frat parties ymir invited you to, so he was already in a bad mood. he was in his car, tatted up hand bringing a blunt to his mouth, a$ap rocky playing low on the speaker.
“what do you want ren?” your voice was laced with attitude. you looked so pretty, tits sitting so perfect in your tiny dress. eren stayed quiet and admired your beauty, he’s always thought you were the most ethereal being on the planet, even when you were mean to him.
“where u at ma?” you rolled your eyes at him and almost hung up at his dumb question. “you got my location ren. whatchu mean where am i?” you wanted to get back to drinking with your friends, who were on the couch passing a bottle of don and a blunt.
you knew eren didn’t like for you to smoke anyone’s shit but his, but you never really cared about that. you knew he’d always let his baby slide, or atleast you thought he would.
after a few minutes of eren questioning you, it was your turn to hit it, you brought it to your shiny glossed lips and took a long drag of it
“rennie im finna hang up, im tryna have fun and you over here yappin in my ear.”
“…..”
“who shit is that?”
for a second, you were genuinely confused. until you realized what you’d just done. you knew eren was always possessive of all his clients, especially his baby.
“its just weed ren. its not a big deal.”
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
“rennieeeee!”
“unt unt mama, stop allat running.”
a large warm hand cupped your face, squishing your chubby cheeks together and pouting your lips. “you so ah.. you so fuckin’ pretty mama..” loud squelching from your creamy cunt fills the car every time eren rams himself into you. “rrennieeee im gunna cuummmm!” your whines are always like music to his ears, his pretty baby, moaning and teary eyed under him. he could fucking die.
“told yo ass.. don’t smoke nobody shit but mine. you always so disobedient..” your eyes are closed and your face is burning with embarrassment, your back against his back seat. he lifts your legs up more to press you into a mean mating press and hit that gooey spot you love.
“ah! too fuck! too deep ren!” you try to push at his pelvis so he can let up.
“move yo fuckin’ hand. i ain’t gon tell you again mama”
im nervous asfc to post this😓 this is very vulnerable😭😭
“who shit is that?”
e. jeager (drabble kinda idk)
[472 words, spoiledblack!reader, bratty!reader, smut, plug!eren, sub!eren if u squint but generally dom, drugs (weed) alcohol, slight degradation (?), praise, reader is kinda mean to him :(, missionary, mating press, slight manhandling, reader has tits and a pussy, bad writing, slightly proofread idfk]
this contains 18+ content
you had been fucking with him all day. ignoring his calls and texts, and posting on your story knowing damn well he was blowing your shit up.
you had finally answered his 8th facetime, and you were pouting and sipping your drink. eren never particularly loved the idea of you going out without him, especially to not one of those boujee ass frat parties ymir invited you to, so he was already in a bad mood. he was in his car, tatted up hand bringing a blunt to his mouth, a$ap rocky playing low on the speaker.
“what do you want ren?” your voice was laced with attitude. you looked so pretty, tits sitting so perfect in your tiny dress. eren stayed quiet and admired your beauty, he’s always thought you were the most ethereal being on the planet, even when you were mean to him.
“where u at ma?” you rolled your eyes at him and almost hung up at his dumb question. “you got my location ren. whatchu mean where am i?” you wanted to get back to drinking with your friends, who were on the couch passing a bottle of don and a blunt.
you knew eren didn’t like for you to smoke anyone’s shit but his, but you never really cared about that. you knew he’d always let his baby slide, or atleast you thought he would.
after a few minutes of eren questioning you, it was your turn to hit it, you brought it to your shiny glossed lips and took a long drag of it
“rennie im finna hang up, im tryna have fun and you over here yappin in my ear.”
“…..”
“who shit is that?”
for a second, you were genuinely confused. until you realized what you’d just done. you knew eren was always possessive of all his clients, especially his baby.
“its just weed ren. its not a big deal.”
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
“rennieeeee!”
“unt unt mama, stop allat running.”
a large warm hand cupped your face, squishing your chubby cheeks together and pouting your lips. “you so ah.. you so fuckin’ pretty mama..” loud squelching from your creamy cunt fills the car every time eren rams himself into you. “rrennieeee im gunna cuummmm!” your whines are always like music to his ears, his pretty baby, moaning and teary eyed under him. he could fucking die.
“told yo ass.. don’t smoke nobody shit but mine. you always so disobedient..” your eyes are closed and your face is burning with embarrassment, your back against his back seat. he lifts your legs up more to press you into a mean mating press and hit that gooey spot you love.
“ah! too fuck! too deep ren!” you try to push at his pelvis so he can let up.
“move yo fuckin’ hand. i ain’t gon tell you again mama”
im nervous asfc to post this😓 this is very vulnerable😭😭
masterlist
attack on titan🐾
ᢉ𐭩 eren jeager
“who shit is that?”
ᢉ𐭩 armin arlert
ᢉ𐭩 jean kirstein
ᢉ𐭩 mikasa ackermann
ᢉ𐭩 connie springer
ᢉ𐭩 levi ackermann
ᢉ𐭩 erwin smith
ᢉ𐭩 hange zoë
ᢉ𐭩 onykonpon
my hero academia 🐾
ᢉ𐭩 izuku midoriya
ᢉ𐭩 katsuki bakugou
“first meet!”
ᢉ𐭩 eijirou kirishima
ᢉ𐭩 denki kaminari
ᢉ𐭩 hanta sero
ᢉ𐭩 hitoshi shinsou
ᢉ𐭩 tamaki amajiki
ᢉ𐭩 mirio togata
ᢉ𐭩 shouta aizawa
ᢉ𐭩 yamada hizashi
ᢉ𐭩 keigo takami
ᢉ𐭩 league of villains (maybe)
other 🐾
ᢉ𐭩 kento nanami
“just let me adore you”
ᢉ𐭩 toji fushiguro
ᢉ𐭩 ryomen sukuna
rulez 🐾
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incest/stepcest
scat (piss stuff is mostly fine but it depends honestly.)
abuse
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no character’s under the age of 18 without a canon timeskip version
ageplay, raceplay, illegal relationships
etc.
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