Gnarpy

About the creators

Basic info:

Three people run this account

We are all girls

We’re all 20+

We’re besties

We only make fem reader unless specifically requested

We won’t write any

Rape/non-con

Incest/stepcest

Age play

Water sports

Gore/necrophilia

Zoophilia

(Or anything illegal)

We watch a lot of anime’s so you can request anything in the top of the page!

Basic about me: 🍒

I’m a sag

I like cute things

I have a weird obsession with teacher Deku

I love writing smut and domestic fics

I’ve watched alot of different shows like

Soul Eater

FMAB

One piece

Jujitsu Kaisen

MHA

BSD

AOT

Dan da dan

Wind Breaker

Haikyuu

Demon Slayer

Chainsaw Man

Sakamoto Days

I’m write a lot and post pretty frequently

I use banners and dividers like this

Writing sample:

You are laid out of your couch flipping through random TV channels, your body covered by a pair of short athletic shorts and one of Izuku’s hoodies. As you finally find a suitable show and place the remote on your coffee table you hear the front door open. A tired and frustrated Izuku Midoriya steps through from the door, slipping his shoes off and tossing his blazer to the side. Without a word he walks to you on the couch, placing a knee on the soft cushion while leaning over you. He captures your lips in a possessive kiss while running his hands under your hoodie….

basic about me: chloë 💟

hiii!!!

suguru geto lover

i like writing fluff the most, but ill write pretty much anything

i will use purple fonts, and purple dividers/banners like this!

i write primarily about mha, jjk, and aot, but I’m open to more

i will probably only use uppercase for long pieces of writing, i usually type like this :p

i have a personal tumblr acc you can check out here! (my wattpad user is the same as the one linked hehe)

here’s a sample of my writing >_<

~ you sat up in your bed contentedly, as suguru’s head rested in your lap. the scene was almost humorous: the way the rest of his body was sprawled out on the bed, his dark hair tickling your bare legs, and his chest slowly rising up and down as he slept peacefully. it was an adorable contrast to his usual composed and serious demeanor.

Basic about me: 🤍

•heh. Hello!😋

•1# aizawa luver !!! (I adore him.)

•I’ll write literally anything that comes to mind I can’t even hold you 🙏🏽

•black

• my main fandoms are mha & jjk and perhaps I’ll dabble a bit in other fandoms 😝 I fw aot & naruto but I’ll mainly be stuck on mha

my font style: probably pink

my header styles (probably):

•my writing style🫦:

there was something about the way he would look so grumpy. like the weight of the world was one he could barely stomach. It had to be tough being a Pro Hero and a teacher all at once. But there was one thing that made your heart feel full. The way his eyes soften anytime aizawa gazed at you.

cw: nerd!armin, study partners, fluff, gn!reader, lazy!reader, no established relationship, friend crush, based on the wave to earth song.

a/n: armin listens to w2e, nobody can tell me otherwise

wc: 500

“okay.. explain it to me one more time.” 

armin stares at you blankly through blond strands of hair, “I’ve explained it five times already.” 

you whine dramatically. you’ve been stuck on this same question for the past hour. it’s not your fault that history is so boring! 

-🍒

word count: 743

cw: smut, fem reader, a tiny bit angsty

a/n: yes I was a chrollo stan no im not ashamed.. a bit rushed ngl and not proofread

he wasn’t good for you. you know he wasn’t good for you. any time you would try to work it out, it ended up with you getting your feelings hurt. yet somehow, he’d always convince you to stay, even for a little bit. maybe that’s how he got you to writhe so desperately under him. 

“please..” you breathe out, drowning in the feeling of chrollo’s nose being pressed into your lower abdomen as he sucked on your clit. it had been long, torturous minutes since he first started indulging himself in you, swallowing any and every noise you let out with satisfaction. 

Shouta Aizawa

CW: Masturbation, Praise, Overstimulation

It’d been a long few weeks for you. Shouta had was never home with you anymore. He was always either rounding up Class 1A or out on his nightly patrols. He was never in bed with you anymore. And while you respected and admired his dedication to each profession, you couldn’t help but miss him sometimes.

You missed the mornings where you’d wake up with his arms wrapped around you, the moments where you two would nap together, the moments where he’d fuck you into your mattress. In fact, you missed these moments so much that it pent up into your predicament now.

You lay in bed with your head tilted back into the pillows. Sweated beaded across your forehead while your fingers pushed in and out your walls. You’d never been able to get too far like this and you’d never purchased any sex toys because frankly, you had your own personal one in your day to day life. But he wasn’t there right now.

Frustrated whines leave your mouth as you pout your lips out. It’d been an hour since you initially started and you still hadn’t came. It was starting to mess with you. Each time you got close, your body shifted and lost the spot you needed to hit. This time felt different though, your body was feeling hot again. That desire rising in your veins as you continued.

You could feel yourself clamping down quickly. You could finally get rid of this ache..until you moved again.

“Damn it!” You frustratingly huff to yourself. Just when you were about to give up and maybe retire for the night. A familiar voice.

“Need help?” Shouta raises an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. Tired eyes beaming down at you with a hunger you couldn’t quite describe. He was still dressed in his hero outfit.

“How long have you been standing there?!” You finally looked and attempted to cover up. It wasn’t like you were naked. You had his shirt on and some panties but just the thought of him seeing you made your face hot.

“I asked you a question.” Shouta rolled his eyes and remained leaned against the doorframe.

Silence filled the room.

“Yeah..” you muttered out and looked away.

And that’s how you ended up here. It’d been at least 2 hours since he’d come home and tended to you. “Please..” a hand trailed to his chest to feebly push him back. It hadn’t worked. All he did was grab your hand and kiss your palm.

“Look at my pretty girl.” His other hand nuzzling your cheek as if he wasn’t pounding harshly into you. “You can give me one more can’t you?” You couldn’t. There’s no way. your body was spent. Shouta grabs a hold on your hips and holds them down.

“One more.” He leaned down to kiss your lips. It was sloppy and unorganized. Not at all like is usually stoic self. “For me?”

Keigo Takami

CW: Semi-Public, Making out (kinda), getting freaky on the job

This had to be the most inappropriate you’d ever been. Normally, you wouldn’t even think about doing something like this. But it was something about the way he was so passionate in saving people.

You were a detective working closely under Tsukauchi trying to catch the league of villains and Hawks, or who you personally call Keigo, had joined in as well as many other heroes. But you weren’t pinned on an interrogation room table by just any hero were you?

No, it was the number two hero that used one hand to hold your hips to the table. His tongue tangling with yours as a way of muffling your moans. “Tsukauchi will be back quickly.” He pulled away and trailed his kisses down to your jawline. “We’ve gotta make this quick.” While he peppered kisses at your neck, his hands trailed to your inner thigh.

Thankfully, your skirt made it a lot easier to maneuver around. “Keigo..” you mewled out to him attempting to close your legs. Seeing this, he bite at your neck. “Hold still.” His hand rubbed at your clit slowly before picking up the pace. “I wanted to go slowly but, I can already hear him down the hallway.” He started. Keigo pulls your panties to the side and teases your clit.

“Keep quiet, yeah?”

Izuku Midoriya

CW: Fingering, semi-public, you get walked in on but not caught

“Shh we’re gonna get caught..”

Usually, Izuku would have more control, he’s a hero and teacher after all. He’s a model for all of his students and interns to look up to for guidance. So then why, why was Izuku Midoriya currently bending you over his desk right now?

But here he was, his hands smoothly pulling your pencil skirt up to expose your stocking-clad flesh. Rough, scarred, fingertips gliding over the mesh fabric. Pressing his chest against your arched back and gently grinding his straining bulge against your ass, sweet nothings falling from his lips.

With the way he was handling you, you’d almost believe this was a pure, innocent, loving moment. Certainly not Izuku preparing to take you drinking his planning period, a lousy broken lock UA kept forgetting to replace and “keep out” sign stopping anyone from becoming an unwilling voyeur.

He gently grasps your chin, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. His unoccupied hand trailing lower and lower until…

RIIIIIIIIP…

Suddenly, your bottom half feels breezy. The newly-made hole in your stockings allowing a gust of cold air to blow against your soaked slit. A single one of his warm fingers running down the now cool damp patch. A shudder running up your spine as he presses down, seeming to touch everything but your sensitive bud.

He continues like that, his single finger teasing your folds over your underwear. Pressing them against your lips, the thin garment doing nothing to hide the shape of them. Then finally he swipes the pad of his finger against your clit, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body. He chuckles at this, watching you try to hold whimpers and small moans from escaping your lips; lest you get caught by a passerby.

He continues to rub you through your underwear, a second finger joining the original, rubbing with more urgency. As you approach your peak you start to get louder, your moans more desperate and whiney. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge Izuku stops, pulling your skirt down over your ripped and soaked stockings. A minute after a student of his steps into the classroom, a concerned look on his face, he asks about strange noises; wondering if someone was hurt.

Izuku’s face is calm as he reassures the student that it was “just training down the hall” all the while rubbing a hand over your hip, smoothing out a bump under your skirt from the rip he caused.

What an asshole.

Neito Monoma

CW: Hate fucking, mention of reader having breast, dom reader (kinda), monoma cums inside

Neito Monoma has no idea how he ended up like this, under you, a former class 1A student. Someone he has aspired to beat for years, always ranking just above him on the hero charts. A mocking reminder that he’s always that far behind you.

But now he can’t bring himself to hate it, he can’t make himself spew some elementary insult. No, not when you look like this. Your hips straddling his own, eyes boring down into his, mouth pulled into a tight angry smile, and hero costume slowly falling down your shoulders. Just barely exposing the swell of your breast.

Just as he was about to get lost in his thoughts again your hips moved, rubbing yourself against his pathetically achy bulge, a whine sounding from his shaking lips. “I thought I told you to pay attention,” your voice is harsh as you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “you can’t even do that. Should I just leave you like this?”

Instantly his eyes widened, unconsciously shaking his head no. “W-wait!- wait… you don’t need to leave..” his voice pleading as he searches your face for any sign of pleasing you. “Seriously? Everytime I see you, you act like you’re oh so much better than me? When in reality this is all it takes to break you down? Pathetic.” To punctuate your statement, you roughly roll your hips. Taking satisfaction in the moan that follows.

And so you continued like that, rolling your hips against his, his whimpers and moans music to your ears. His hands shakily holding onto your hips, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Then, he came with a long drawn out moan, a wet spot instantly forming in his pants. You pull back, a teasing chuckle leaving your mouth as you look at him. Hair messy, face flushed, chest heaving, half hard boner poking against his now wet pants, so much for “better than you”. But, as merciful as you are, you reached your hand down to pull his zipper.

Which is how you ended up like this, gripping his shoulders while he sloppily fucks up into you. His mouth hanging open, babbling slurred pleas and praises, a mix of “thank you”s and “you’re so good” filling your ears. Biting your lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of making you moan despite how perfectly he was filling you up.

“Fuck…keep going..” you groan, your voice coming out more needy than you had intended. Your body betraying you as you grip him tightly, back arching deviously. He wraps his arms around your waist for better leverage, thrusting harder. In response your head falls back, small moans leaving your mouth. “S-still fuckin’ hate you..” he chuckles and speeds up in response, voice not anymore collected tha yours. “Yeah.. I k-know..”

You feel like you’re going insane, brain and body at odds with each other. Almost like your denying the fact that someone you hate so much is making you feel so good. And maybe it’s the taboo in your mind or the increase in speed and power of his thrust, but you fall over the edge. A moan filling the air around you as you cum, clinching tightly around him. His hips sputtering and speeding up as he cries out and fills you up, both of you panting in the aftermath.

So there you lay, a puddle of sweaty limbs and bodily fluids. You find yourself drifting into sleep as you rest your head on his chest, steady heartbeat drowning out your thoughts. The last thing on your mind as you close your eyes being that maybe Monoma isn’t that bad.

Hanta Sero

cw/disclaimer: 18+, car sex, thigh riding, fwb

You sit in the passengers seat of Sero’s car in silence after dropping your friends off, letting them leave with the belief that he’s driving you home and going about his day. That couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“Where?” he glances at you quickly before looking back at the road.

You search the neighborhood before your eyes land on an alleyway. you point, “There.”

He pulls into the alleyway; no people and no distractions. Finally.

As soon as he parks the car, you reach over the armrest and place your hands on his chest as you kiss him. Matching your energy, Sero moves his hands to your lower back, letting them travel up your shirt. His fingertips send shivers down your spine, only contributing more to your horniness. 

He pulls away for a second to catch his breath, “Backseat?” 

You nod eagerly, letting him travel back first before following after him. Gratefully, there’s enough room in the back of his truck to move in such a way. 

Sero leans against the car door, pulling you onto his lap seductively. Continuing what you started before, you lift his shirt up over his head. He kisses you again leaving red marks as he slowly travels from your lips to your neck. 

Lustful compliments leave his mouth when you squirm within his touch, becoming more desperate as his hands reach lower down your body. He props you up to easily slide your shorts off, exposing your underwear. 

The look in your eyes was intense, almost hungry. It was something about fucking your best friend that made everything much more arousing. Being impatient, you climb onto his thigh, not wasting any time before grinding against him. Sero assists you by pushing his knee up into your clit, motivated by your whines and heavy breaths.

You lower your hand to his waist which prompts him to take his pants off for you. 

“You want it?” he whispers, aligning himself with you. 

Heat rises to your face from his teasing, and instead of responding, you pull your panties to the side and slowly sit down on him. A pleasured groan escapes from Sero as he slides inside of you and guides your hips back and forth with his hands. You wrap your arms around his neck and let your forehead rest on his. 

You struggle to keep your composure when the boy under you starts to mumble your name, begging you to go faster and admiring the way you tighten around him. You bring your hand in between your legs to rub yourself as you ride him, which enhances your arousal. Noticing this, he fucks into you, leaving kisses on your skin again.

Your stomach tightens as you embrace your much-waited release, Sero following suit shortly after. Heavy, unsteady breathing fills up the space, and your mind clears as you come down from the high of your climax. You relax into his arms, satisfied with the advantages you have being Hanta’s favorite friend.

Tenya Iida

cw/disclaimer: college, orgasm denial, blowjob.

Tenya Iida has the annoying tendency to always engage in competition during class discussions, going back and forth with you before the professor interrupts. Not to mention you both are at the top of your class. The last place you thought you’d be is in his dorm room, let alone on your knees in front of him.

He looks down at you through dark strands of hair as you frantically attempt to unbuckle his belt.

“Do you need help?” he chuckles lightly, taking amusement in your struggle. 

You finally loosen his pants. “Don’t remind me that you’re you, Tenya.” you say, glaring at him.

Once his pants rest at his ankles, your heartbeat starts to pick up as you lower the tight waistband of his underwear. Your breath catches, surprised that he’s slightly bigger than you imagined he’d be. 

Iida shudders when you take him into your mouth, holding onto his nightstand for balance. You bring your lips up to his head focusing there while keeping eye contact with him. He curses under his breath when you take him in again, averting his gaze away from you.

It’s a nice change of pace to see Tenya be put in his place for once. With your newfound confidence, you start to go faster.  Your right hand assists you as you coax moans to leave his lips. He lets his hand rest on your head, moving a few strands of hair from out of your face. 

“Slower, I’m close..” he mutters, grabbing a handful of your hair. 

Not heeding his warning, you let your tongue engulf him as you go faster than you did before. You watch as his breathing becomes more erratic, throwing his head back at the ceiling. A sense of excitement rushes through you when he gets closer and closer to the point of climax, pulling away before he can do so.

Iida exhales desperately, “Why did you- ?”

You interrupt him with a soft, lingering kiss. “I still have classes to get to, remember?” You tease, pulling up his underwear and pants for him. He wouldn’t get what he wanted out of you, not right now.

You pick up your tote bag from off of the floor and exit his room, fixing your shirt as you walk down the dorm hallway. You smile to yourself, knowing you’d be back later.