(190620) Han, Side Effects

Gojo Satoru in episodes 1-23

*After this Friday no more anime Gojo*

How do you feel about mean dilf bakugou w. Dummy thick reader ??

Honey, if I’m being honest...

I genuinely get so excited whenever I see you ask something LMFAOOOO I’m like this bitch is about to have me obsessed over whatever she suggests for days!!

Cw: spanking, choking, use of the term Daddy

But, oh god, he’s such a mean old man! You always hear from his friends about how much Bakugou liked to tease and fuck with people—I mean he still does, but they say it’s not as bad as he used to be—so you can’t help it! You’ll poke and tease with him, just to see how he’ll respond back.

It’s usually quips, mean little remarks that make you shut your mouth and pout until he apologizes with a new purse or shoes. But you’re back on your bullshit by the next week, teasing and picking until one day, he just explodes.

It’s cold out. He’s in his early 40s and has a hard body after years of hero work. He’s old, okay, and the cold makes his old bones a little rickety. Cut him some slack, shit!

You’re in bed playing on your phone when Bakugou walks in. He’s scowling, a hand on his lower back, grunts slightly when he bends over to pick up one of your stray heels. He opens his mouth to scold you for it, when you beat him to the punch.

“Damn, old man. Cant even bend over without making allat noise, huh?” You smirk, glancing up at him above your phone. He pauses, still slightly bent over as his ruby red eyes cut at you quickly. Being the dumb little girl you are, you continue.

“Might have to trade you in for a younger guy soon, huh? Next thing you know, you won’t even be able to get it u—”

That old man moves a lot faster than you expect him to. Your phone is smacked out of your hands, his own warm ones wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your wrists, his thighs caging you in. You can only open your mouth to gasp when he’s growling down at you, eyes aflame and irritated.

“I’m sick of your shit.” He snaps down at you, teeth bared. “You and that smart fucking mouth, you’re nothing but a spoiled fucking brat. I’ve been trying to be nice, princess, but I’m tired of it.”

Bakugou shakes your neck slightly, gripping a little harder and laughing at the way you choke. You can feel his bulge against your thigh as he towers over you, whispers against your gaping lips,

“And no, you won’t be getting another useless fucking purse or shitty designer jeans your ass is just gonna bust out of, after this.” His words make you whimper, eyes already glossing up as you pout your bottom lip. He doesn’t even bat an eye at your attempt to dissuade him from punishing you.

You’re over his knee in a second. It’s embarrassing, someone as big as you being spanked so petulantly, mocking you as if you were a child. Bakugou only laughs at every cry, every hiccup, every sob, never easing up on his slaps. His thick palms, thickened after years of quirk use, feel so heavy and hard against your plump ass, even the extra fat there doesn’t soften the impact.

“Bad fucking girl, princess. Think someone’s gonna want your stupid, bratty ass?”

“They’ll only want to fuck this fat ass, these pretty little thighs, but that’s it. No ones ever gonna spoil you like I do.”

“And that’s the fucking problem! I spoiled your ass! Even when you were being a spoiled, dumb little fucking brat, I rewarded that shit because of your stupid cute face and nice little body and fuck—”

You can’t help the wobbly smile at his confession. His spanks slow down as you look at him over your shoulder. You think his resolve is cracking at the soft eyes he gives you, before that same sneer is on his lips in an instant. He uses one hand to slam your face back down into the mattress and starts reigning slap after slap against your bruising ass.

“Don’t give me those eyes, princess, it’s not gonna work.” He growls, sounds like he doesn’t even believe himself. You wriggle and squirm in his lap, sobbing apologies as the spanks seem never ending, now traveling down to the backs of your thighs.

“Don’t be sorry now, smart mouth. You’re nothing but a little girl with a fat ass that needs to learn her fucking place. Ya understand me?” Bakugou snarls, grabbing mean handfuls of your ass, making you squeal and fight to get off of his lap.

“Tell me you understand, or you’re not getting shit for your birthday.” You know he’s bluffing, knows he would never let his pretty princess go without on her birthday, but you nod anyway, whimper.

“Y-yes, daddy, I understand!”

“Good.” He says, rubbing soothing circles on your sore ass. You’re still sobbing, eyes leaking like a faucet as Bakugou pulls you up to settle in his lap. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, cry your apologies for being so mean to him, let him coo and soothe your raw ass with a heated palm.

When your crying finally trickles down into soft whimpers, the rubbing slides down between your legs, plays with the hem of your panties. You grunt, pull away to look up at Bakugou, watch the way his eyes scan over your face as he bites his lip.

“Daddy?” You ask. “What are you...” you taper off when thick fingers find your clit through your panties. Bakugou smirks, swipe away your tears with his tongue. He speaks gruffly against your cheek,

“Your punishments not over yet, princess. This is for the weeks you’ve been fucking with me. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

You can only nod, sob softly, and let your Daddy punish you for being so mean to him. You deserve every slap, every name, every painful orgasm. As long as it’s from him, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

i have a sort of fluffy idea, hopefully it translates right, how about some married au with iwaizumi? him and his s/o bicker sometimes and so on an outing with the other third years one day him and his s/o are bickering. how they react is up to you? thank u!!!

this CUTE i love husband iwa 

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There was just something in the air. 

It was thick. And tense. And your friends, who sat across the table from you and your husband, had no clue what to do about it. 

However, you and Iwaizumi had yet to notice something was wrong. Maybe it was because you two were the cause of the tension. 

Hajime was more than excited to have a night out, eat a good meal, and drink as much alcohol as he wanted while he caught up with two friends. 

You, however, just couldn’t let him do that. 

“I don’t know if whiskey is a good idea, Hajime,” you warned him after Mattsukawa and Hanamaki had offered a round.  

“Why not?” he asked with a sigh, not even bothering to look up at you from the menu. 

“I’d rather not have to carry you home,” you told him. “Plus, it’s your turn to play designated driver - I heard they have good margaritas here.” 

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, but you paid no mind to it. Instead you looked up to the boys on the other side of the table; they had quite the long faces. 

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your first round!” 

After you told them that, their spirits were raised high. Until your and Iwa’s next conversation. 

“You’re not going to like that,” Hajime grumbled, in reference to what you had decided to order. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I know you. And I know you’re pickier than you admit.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Whatever, but I’m not trading with you when you don’t like it. You’ll be hungry later.” 

Your friends were… confused. Admittedly, all of you had been quite busy lately - you hadn’t seen each other in around 6 months. And neither of them remembered you two bickering this much. It made both of them feel awkward, because it didn’t seem like you or Iwa were happy to be together. 

When the food finally came around and you tried your meal, you desperately wanted to avoid admitting defeat - but it was no use. 

“You don’t like it, do you?” 

When you didn’t reply, Iwa picked up your plate and scooted his own over to you. 

“Iwa -” 

“Just shut up and eat,” he told you, his tone demanding and stern. You did what he told you to do - you’d be crazy not to. Even Hanamaki and Mattsun were encouraged to just shut up and eat their food - and down their drink. 

By then, the two were growing just as curious as they were concerned. They’d be really bummed if their two best friends decided to get a divorce - Hanamaki was determined to force you two into marriage counseling, if that’s what it came to. 

While you two were bickering again, over why you should’ve been the one to choose dessert rather than Hajime, Mattsun and Hanamaki shared a long, knowing look with each other. It was like they were trying to convince the other to ask the question they both wanted an answer to. 

Matsukawa would be the one to speak up. 

“I’m just saying, the brownie would have been better -” 

“Are you two okay?” 

At almost the same exact time, you and Iwa turned to face the duo and said, “What?” 

Mattsun looked over to Hanamaki, as if to tell him it was his turn to speak - so he did. 

“It’s just… you guys seem to be… arguing a lot more than usual.” 

“I dunno what you mean,” you said. 

“Do you think we’ve been arguing?” Iwa asked you. 

“No? What do we even have to argue over?” 

Hajime shrugged, and your answer only stressed your friends out even more. Mattsun was about to speak again, but the waitress with dessert interrupted him. 

The slice of cake she sat in front of you only made you look at your husband and pout. “I don’t even want it.” 

“More for me,” Iwa said, pulling the plate over to him, and you whined loudly. 

“You really do suck.” 

“This is what we’re talking about!” Matsukawa exclaimed - maybe a bit too loudly for a restaurant. 

He didn’t understand how you two didn’t see it. You both seemed so uptight with each other - you weren’t agreeing on anything, you couldn’t finish a conversation without one of you rolling your eyes. You didn’t seem okay. 

“What do you mean?” Iwa asks with a mouth full of cake, and both Makki and Matsukawa groan - it wasn’t even worth talking about. 

It didn’t matter, because Hajime was already looking away from them and over to you. “I see you eyeing my cake.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Try it,” he tells you, holding his fork with a bite of cake in front of your face. 

You don’t need him to tell you to eat cake twice - you happily ate it, and you can’t even try to pretend that you disliked it. 

Iwa wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before saying, “you can finish it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

When he was gone you dug into the cake, and Mattsun wanted to take the chance to figure out how you really felt. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” 

“You guys aren’t going through anything, are you?” 

“Mmm… nope.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning on the table to get closer to you. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Be honest.” 

You were too busy eating the cake to really get into the conversation, but your friend’s serious tone threw you off. It was rare that he sounded so somber and genuine. 

“I… don’t know what I should say,” you said. “Me and Hajime are just like we’ve always been.” 

Honestly, Mattsun didn’t know if he could feel okay with that answer. He still felt like you were hiding something, like you two weren’t doing as well as you were trying to play off. He had no proof of that, after all. 

But he didn’t have the chance to press any further, because that’s when Iwaizumi came back. 

“I told you to finish it,” he said to you, referring to the cake. 

“I saved the last bite for you!” 

Iwaizumi smiled, for the first time that night that Mattsun and Hanamaki had seen. He let you feed him the final bite of the cake, his smile only widening. 

“So sweet,” he said. 

“Duh, it’s cake.” 

“I’m talking about you, idiot.” 

You laughed at him as his hand comfortably came to rest in your lap, cradling your thigh. You put your hand on his leg as well, squeezing it lovingly. 

“Have you guys had enough whiskey?” you ask. 

“I haven’t,” Iwa chimes in, and you chuckle. 

“We’re… probably good.” 

“Unless Iwaizumi wants to buy us another round!” 

“Ooh, if you’re buying, I’ll take one,” you said to your husband, and he scoffed as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“You’ve had two too many margaritas,” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. “We should probably get home before you convince me to let you order more than you need.” 

“He’s no fun, is he?” you ask your friends, who both shake their heads. 

It’s as if the tension from before had completely faded away. Maybe they were reading things wrong - maybe they had just spent too long away from you two, and didn’t get the chance to see how your relationship had blossomed into this. 

But it was obvious that even if you might’ve been out of the honeymoon stage by now, and even if you bickered over everything without even realizing it, you were still in love - and that’s all your friends wanted for you two.

minho and that part.

‘guros 😁

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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

find my other works here. 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

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Hi! If you don't mind, can you do one where the hq boys are challenged by their s/o to see who can last the longest without kissing before giving in? There's a tiktok challenge of this where s/o is face to face w/ the boy and they just stare at each other before going in for the kiss. Or if you want, maybe they could do a bet for like a day or a week? I think atsumu, suna, and matsun would b good for this & anyone else you want to add! Pls & thank you! 🥺

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU SEE WHO KISSES THE OTHER FIRST

characters — miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ whoops some got a little suggestive. aaaaaaaaaaa pls i’ve seen this trend heh, hope you enjoy & i did it justice bb <3 “babygirl” in mattsuns.

☾ ATSUMU really thought he’d completely win this trend, but when you were face to face to him he instantly found himself whining - leans into you in the hopes you’ll break so he can finally kiss you, his hand grabbing at your thighs as he squeezes the skin, eyes darting to your lips as he wets his - he’s so competitive but he also loves you, lasts the whole song but basically tackles you the second it ends, groans against your mouth as if he’s been staved for months “fuck baby, missed this.”

☾ OSAMU thought he’d completely win this trend except he does, he’s so deadpan the whole time - hands rubbing up and down your arm, smirking as you shudder, leans in dangerously close before sighing and pulling away he’s such a tease. if you manage to last the whole song he kisses you immediately after, an urgency to it that he’d managed to hide before pulling away with a shiteating grin and swollen lips “ya owe me dinner.”

☾ MATTSUN tease, he suggests this trend but he’s king of it, his soul purpose is to make you lose and oh god he tries. insists you do it from his lap, his hands running over your body as he grabs at your hips, smoothing over the skin as he smirks up at you, lips dangerously close to yours before he’s ghosting them over your neck, he knows exactly what he’s doing when you shudder over him “come on babygirl, not long now - unless you’re gonna quit hmm?”

☾ BOKUTO pls, he genuinely believes he could do it but when you’re face to face with him & he can’t kiss you? you swear you see a bead of sweat on his forehead, he’s whining and trying not to meet your gaze - definitely loses because he can’t hold back anymore and crashes his lips against yours, gets all sad because he wasn’t able to do it “baby you’re kisses are too sweet!! let’s try again.” tries like four times and the outcome is the same each time, so you now have multiple making out videos.

☾ IWAIZUMI just shrugs his shoulders and said he’d do it for you, get so pressed when you lean into tease him and ends up blushing - gets even angrier because he also doesn’t want to lose, just ends up bright red, pouting and mumbling under his breath about how dumb this is because he should be able to kiss his s/o, as soon as the timer is over he’s groaning into your mouth as his hand snakes around your neck.

Welcome Home

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: light angst? Fluff

Warning: Just romantically hopeless for Chan

Word count: 986 words

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It’s been a year since you and Chan started dating. It was all lovely-dovey at first, sending cute text messages to each other, buying gifts, and even visiting Chan at his studio. Dating Chan was a bliss until he started to make his studio his home. 

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a little bit heated - l. minho 18+

day 12 of kinktober: thigh riding - lee know  warnings: semi-public sex, thigh riding, grinding, marking, caught in the act  wc: 1.6k genre: pwp, 18+, smut

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“Isn’t this a bit…?” You couldn’t finish the sentence even if you wanted to; the embarrassment surrounding the situation is too much for you to handle. Still, you don’t want it to stop. Minho’s wandering hands and trailing kisses feel too good for that. He pulls back from your neck, lips glistening with spit, and a smirk twists when he sees the way your gaze lingers on his plump lips. 

“Hm?” He hums in response. The way he tilts his chin to the side exposes more of his throat, showing off the thin sheen of sweat over his tanned skin, and you have to mentally slap yourself to keep from leaning over and licking it off. 

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