#bnha x chubby reader

[princessfizzintine]

dating izuku pt.2 ꢾ꣒

[plussizeficchick]

Men that still get shy when you tell them how attractive they are to you :((

Their cheeks get all hot and flushed, they still get a weird, funny feeling in their tummy. They still try to cover their mouth to hide the bashful smile that makes it’s way to their face, but it’s fruitless because you’re always pulling that hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

They still get flustered when you tell them that you want them to fuck you, that they’re so hot and you’re so wet, even though he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. He’s simply manspreading on your living room sofa, mindlessly scrolling through channels when you make yourself known on his lap.

It’s subtle, at first. You press innocent kisses to his cheek and he can’t help the quirk in his lip. The smile itching its way. You trail to his neck, kisses getting a bit slower, wetter. He’s not so sure it’s innocent anymore. You start sucking on his jugular and he has to grit his teeth to prevent the groan that’s aching to come out. And when you add teeth? He’s gone.

You don’t even have time to register before he’s got you pinned underneath him on the sofa, veiny hand gripping your throat to suck his own marks into the skin. “Can’t even relax on the couch without you trying to fuck me.” He tuts, annoyed, though you know he’s anything but. 

He grinds his hard length into you and you can’t help but moan at the delicious friction. “You just looked s’good. I can’t help it!” You whine into his neck, and he’s thankful you can’t see the slight blush that makes its way to his face.

He composes himself before deciding to take pity, pulling his shorts halfway down his legs while you pull your panties to the side. You’re both too eager so you settle for rubbing against each other. The head of his cock brushes your clit just right, and you’re so wet, he’s sure he could just slip in.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both cumming, your clit throbbing against his cock, while he paints your cute, pudgy tummy white. 

It’s just not fair, you make him feel like a schoolboy.

— TOJI, NANAMI, YUUTA, Geto, BAKUGO, Iida, Izuku, AIZAWA, Enji, LEVI, ERWIN, Reiner, Armin, IWAIZUMI, Ushijima, OSAMU, Tsukishima, RINDO, Draken, Giyu, SANEMI, ILLUMI, ZORO, Ace, LAW

[uravitypng]

denki's been whining to you all day that he wants to be inside you. you keep saying no, it's not safe right now and you keep forgetting to take your birth control, you're not risking it. "just the tip, babe." you give in after hearing him whine to you more, it's almost criminal how attractive he sounds. as much as you hate to say it he always gets you going, and he knows it.

you doubt your decision as denki practically tears off your clothes, groping you in the process. he's grabbing hold of one of your thick thighs and digging his palm in, seeing the soft malleable skin pudge in between his fingers. with his other hand, he puts it on you stomach, just resting it there. denki stares down at you hungrily after getting both of you undressed, before harshly pinching your nipples making you moan in surprise. "denki, what the hell. there's no need to be so rough." he chuckles and apologises but you don't think he really means it.

"just the tip, yeah?"

"yeah, yeah." denki promises as he slowly rubs his dick against your clit. "you're so wet babe, can't believe you keep saying no," he says as his pace quickens and he starts leaving kisses up and down your body.

"hey that's not fair, i-" denki cuts you off before you can start explaining and reiterate as he pushes into you, making you gasp. you go slightly light-headed at the feeling, he's touching you in all the right ways, kissing your neck and grazing his fingers over your skin. denki always has this effect on you, and he uses it to his advantage. you're his wonderful girlfriend that he cherishes but sometimes he needs to fuck you to make you see things from his perspective. to make you realise what you really need. he chuckles again as he sees your expression, all argument leaving your body and giving into him.

it feels so good as he's touching your clit but he suddenly pulls away, making you want his hands back on you. you look up at him to try to make eye contact so he gives in and see a glint in his eyes. before you know it he plunges into you completely. he's caging you under his body as he thrusts into you hard but slow, "this is just what i needed babe," he groans as you clench around him in shock. "you're amazing babe, feel so good around me."

still in shock all you can do is whimper and gasp, it feels so good but you know it's unsafe. it's so hard to focus on that with how good denki's making you feel right now. the last bit of resistance you have fades as you wrap your arms around his neck tight, dopely smiling up at him as your moans get louder and louder.

"fuck, i'm gonna fill you up okay." you start nodding, denki grins at you, you're looking so fucked out right now. "gonna get you nice and filled up, yeah? you're gonna look real fucking hot with my cum dripping out of you." you'll practically agree to anything currently, thank god you're dating denki and he'd never exploit that, right?

"cum for me, need to feel you." his words getting more direct and breathier with each sentence. he rubs your clit for a couple seconds and before long you're cumming, in doing so triggering his own, making him empty inside of you. denki collapses to the side of you while you both were attempting to catch your breath.

denki gets up grinning as he leads you to the bathroom. he turns on the shower and he helps you get in with him as your legs are still wobbling. you start showering together as denki starts cracking stupid jokes that never fail to make you laugh. he stops talking as he notices, running down your leg is him cum, immediately making him hard again. you realise what he was looking at, "please not again, i'm too sore." he laughs as he kisses you and promises you that after you've both had a shower you get to choose whatever you're both doing for the rest of the night.

you end up ordering pizza, denki's arms wrapped around your waist as you watch tv. "you okay, babe? i wasn't being too mean today was i?" denki questions leaning down to whisper in your ear, making your neck tickle.

you shake you head. "i'm okay, you are evil though." you say while sticking your tongue out. he smiles at you, looking so in love, it makes you blush. "don't try and 'just the tip' me again or you'll get a whack."

"yes ma'am."

you giggle as you readjust to get comfier in his arms.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine Hawks blocking your way as you're about to leave the small kitchen in his agency with a cup of coffee in your hand. Leaning against the doorframe, he doesn't even bother to let you walk past him. "Hey, dove," the hero chuckles and reaches for your soft love handles, pulling you closer. "Careful," you warn him in a playful tone, balancing the cup in your hand to prevent its content from spilling. Hawks leans in, one gloved hand cupping your cheek, the other one tracing your curvy hip. "Hawks, please," you snicker, "you know that I'm a happily married woman." You hold up your hand and wiggle your fingers, the wedding band on your ring finger sparkling in the artificial light of the office. You wink as you gently push his arms out of the way, slipping past him to walk over to your desk. Hawks sighs, a soft smile on his lips when his eyes follow every single movement you make. "Your husband has to be the luckiest guy on the planet," he says, being the one you are married to.

[xxsugarbones]

No thoughts, head empty. Just thinking about him licking and sucking on your tiddies when he’s had a bad day because just being smothered in your boobs, tasting you and breathing you in, all while your thick thighs straddle his lap, is the best pick me up he could ever ask for. 🫶🏼

Levi, Jean, Tengen, HEAVY ON SANEMI, Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Tomura, Dabi, Aizawa, Akira + ur faves

[simply-trash5]

Thinking about my chubby reader again tonight…

Their boy loves to dress them up in sweet little outfits that show their thighs. Ones that they can kiss and mark all over when they are feeling insecure. Love to squeeze those thighs and tell them how sexy they look wrapped around their waist.

Their boys love to pick them up as if they are nothing and pounce on them after a long day. Wanna hear their cute little squeals and see their soft cheeks light up in a blush.

Can’t wait to squeeze those cheeks in their large, calloused hands while they tell them how much they “missed their sweet baby…”

*sigh*

Boys in question: Izuku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero.

[roxy-writes]

bakugo x chubby reader headcanons

warnings: down bad bakugo, nsfw, praise kink + strength kink if you squint, mommy kink, also kinda body worship, not proofread

-i think he would love chubby babes because yknow he's a very built guy and he loves the way you're so much softer than him. he loves how your curves feel against his hands and how your soft chest presses against his.

-say he's strong. say he's your strong boy. do it.

-will manhandle you into positions that you didn't even know human beings were capable of doing. loves seeing your ass bounce with every thrust.

-he really likes being super super close to you. he'll pull you to him and lock you in with his arms as he digs his face into your chest. i think he would probably have a mommy kink because his relationship with his own mom isn't really the greatest. when you're bouncing on his cock he might let a little cry of "mommy" out of his mouth.

-can't decide if he's more of an ass, boob, or thigh man. he appreciates every part of your body equally. any stretch marks, cellulite, anything.

-absolutely worships your body. he can't get enough of you. you're always very achy because of him, and most of the time it'll take at least a day until you can walk again after he fucks you.

-loves you no matter how you look. if you're shorter or taller, bigger or smaller, whatever, he loves you for you. personality is always #1 for him, you being super hot is just a total bonus.

[melancholymetropolis]

PillowTalk

plot: A normal breakfast takes a steamy turn.

pairings: Aizawa Shota x Pregnant!Reader

genre(s): Marriage of Convenience AU; Shameless Smut

warnings: MUTUAL PINING. former boss/assistant. mansion in the middle of the woods. stay-at-home wife (kinda). CEO husband. ROLEPLAY. reader is a book nerd. chasing. lowkey beauty & the beast au. toxic ex. library sex. PIV SEX. rough. table top. mentions of voyeurism + masturbation. pet names (princess, little wife, beast, prince charming etc) light breeding. teasing. Aizawa is a simp for his wife. y/n is a dirty -talker. BOTH OF THEM ARE REALLY HORNY FOR EACH OTHER

w.c: 4.4k

Aizawa Shota lowered the newspaper from his view and lifted the coffee cup to his lips. He took a hefty gulp of the cool drink and I felt myself squirm in my seat. 

My kinda-husband was simply too hot for words and I was beginning to lose my mind. His dark hair was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, but a few (selective) strands framed his face. He decided to grow out his facial hair a bit, sporting a deviously dark five o’clock shadow. The white dress shirt framing his chest was seconds away from breaking at any sudden movements. The black suit he wore was tailored to his body perfectly— framing his butt and thighs gorgeously. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones or the lack of pleasure I had acquired in recent months— I wanted him. I wanted him badly. 

I wanted my fake husband to toss me to the table and devour me, just like how he did our breakfast.

I wanted him to mount me like the sexual beast I knew he was and pound me into the table.

I wanted him to ruin other—

“How are things?” He asked, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Uh. . . what things?” I asked absentmindedly. 

His black eyes flicked onto my face, taking in my flushed expression. “Are you hot? Do you want me to turn down the thermostat?”

Oh, I am hot. Hot and ready for you to slurp me like—

“N-No,” I stammered, bringing my iced tea to my lips. I took a slow sip before setting the glass back on the table. “And everything is fine! The doctor said my blood pressure and cortisol levels were not as high as before and were leaning toward normal. She also told me to start drinking okra water and to work on my breathing, since I reaching the end of my trimester.”

Aizawa nodded. “Seems to be all good news. I am happy to hear it.”

“Well, there is only good news because of you and your support,” I said sheepishly. 

The statement was very true, if it weren’t for Aizawa I probably would’ve been dead by now. That was not an exaggeration whatsoever.

We didn't marry for love, nor was this union arranged. It was a simple matter of convenience. I was his secretary and he was the CEO of the company. I was already engaged to another man prior, but he left me mere weeks after I had fallen pregnant. My fiance cleared our joint account and fled the country. Leaving me with nothing. I was forced to consider going back to the united states and sleeping in my childhood bedroom with a newborn.

Aizawa, out of the blue, presented the possibility of a marriage between us. He would pay for everything. The medical bills, food, car payments, baby supplies— all I had to do was manage the house staff: sign off on repairs, oversee their daily tasks, and inform him of anything out of the ordinary. He was basically paying me to be a housewife, without the strenuous duties of cooking, cleaning, and tending to the kids. Plus, Aizawa suggested I get a night nanny so I could rest a little better.

The deal sounded a little too good to be true. But, given the two years we spent working together, I knew he was trustworthy. I took the leap and ended up living an absolute fairytale life for the past 5 months. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Although, deep down, I wished we explored a little past our new normal.

Maybe even find ourselves entangled in the sheets and trying out all kinds of positions.

I’m pretty sure I can still get my leg over my head if I really tried. Giving him enough room to dig deep in me and rearrange my guts.

"You don't have to thank me every chance you get," a small smile stole his face. "In fact, I should be thanking you."

"Oh really?" 

The smile widened and the brunette adjusted his position in the chair. His arms crossed against his broad chest and the buttons strained from the action. The muscles in his forearms flexed underneath his rolled-up sleeves. His biceps bulged a little against the cotton fabric. The longer I looked at him the wetter I felt the seat of my panties become. If he kept being so absentmindedly attractive, I would soon find myself sprayed out on my bed, fingers probing my slick walls, wishing he were on top of me.

Damn, I have it bad.

“Y/N!” Aizawa said in a raised voice. 

I blinked several times and cleared my throat. “Y-Yes?”

“Are you sure you okay?” He asked, leaning forward. 

“Yeah! It’s just the. . . hormones!” I blustered. “You know, all those raging, sweaty hormones that make it hard for me to focus.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are sure it's only the hormones? And not some other factor?”

“Uh. . .” I stammered. 

Aizawa, suddenly, rose from his seat and walked around the round table. His eyes never left my face and a smirk was forming on his lips. He appeared next to me in an instant. He pressed one hand on the table and another on the back of my chair. Aizawa leaned forward until our faces were mere inches apart. 

“I heard you the other night,” he stated, a certain hunger in his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I gulped.

“You cried out for me,” he said, plainly. “Begging me to. . . how did you say it? Oh! ‘Split you apart with my thick dick’.”

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer. It had been the night he had come back from a run around the block. He was shirtless and the shorts were low on his hips. His sculpted v-line was on full display, along with his sensual muscles. He was breathing so heavily, panting and mewling from the strenuous exercise. He claimed to have “overdid” it this time. He ran at full speed for the last few blocks and all the way up our long driveway. His long hair was, again, pulled into a messy bun, highlighting his sharp jaw and rugged features. 

He looked so hot. So fuckable. I wanted to mount him like the stallion he was and ride him into the sunset. 

". . . Oh," I murmured, turning away from him.

"'Oh' is right," he chuckled. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were so loud and luscious that I couldn't help myself." Aizawa leaned forward, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "And saw you too. Your door was cracked open just for me to see."

Shivers ran down my spine and my womanhood throbbed. His hot breath was caressing my ear, whilst his mouth did the same. His body was so close, yet he wasn't laying a finger on me. The temptation was swiftly sending me over the edge. I hated the slow, seductive game he was playing. I knew the ending would not be in my favor. He wasn't the type of man to spread me open like a Thanksgiving feast, nor was he the type to treat me like an animal. He wanted me begging, weeping for his touch. Despite the rather x-rated thoughts running through my mind at the moment, I couldn’t allow myself to succumb to his game so easily. 

“Who knew you were such a little perv,” I giggled, lifting my mug to my lips. I took a small sip of the hot tea and hummed sweetly. “But, I guess, if I was holed up in my office for 40+ hours a week I’d be a little… frustrated as well.”

His fingertips brushed against my arms, tickling me the same way a feather would. “You are playing with fire, little wife.” Aizawa groaned and gripped the back of my chair. “Ever since that faithful night, I have not been able to think straight. Seeing your legs shake and your toes curl, while you work yourself with that sparkly pink toy—” He sucked in a breath and released the back of my chair. He pushed his body away from mine. 

Immediately, I rise to my feet and turn to face him. The brunette placed a significant distance between the both of us. His breath was labored and his hand was balled at his side. There was an oblong shape intensely prominent near the zipper of his slacks. The member was only semi-hard and I could already tell that was quite massive. Probably bigger that the sparkly pink dildo I had in my nightstand, certainly thicker that the toy as well. 

My assumption was right. 

He did have a long, thick dick.

“I like to think myself a patient man,” he started. “A respectable man. I tried my best to keep my distance from you and to give you all the space you need to grow. To heal from whatever happened before our union. I never wanted to force myself or my desires onto you. I never wanted you to think you owed me anything because we were simply married and living together." Aizawa’s brown eyes bore into mine, just as the morning light gracefully captured his face. It gave him an ethereal glow. Made him look even more beautiful that he already was. “I promised myself that I would not touch you or make any advances toward you until I have obtained your explicit consent. However, being near you, feeling your luxurious presence and capturing your delicious scent, while trying not to press my mouth against that gummy pussy is pure agony. ”

Aizawa was so eloquent with how he spoke, sounding like a pure gentleman. Up until that last bit. 

“So, from what you’re saying,” I said, tilting my head to the side a little bit. “The beloved prince charming I married 5 months ago is gone? And he was preplaced by a horny, insatiable beast?”

A smirk pulled at his lips. “That’s not exactly true, princess. Charming was always a beast, at least during the night. It took a very special lady to set him straight by morning.”

I hummed once more and pulled my braids into a messy bun. I hiked up my dress and gave him a smile. “Where is the closest soundproof room in the house?”

“A few doors down,” he replied. “It’s the library.”

I took off in a swift jog toward the room, turning my head back to say “You can’t catch me, you fearsome beast.”

His laughter was explosive. “Are we roleplaying, princess?” Aizawa shouted after me.

I was already halfway down the hall, the double doors of the library were swiftly approaching. “Only if you want to,” I shouted back. 

“You cannot hide from me, young damsel!” He boasted, as heavily footsteps came stomping my way. “I will capture you one way or another!”

I giggled at the sound of his “beastly” voice and proceeded to quicken my pace. “Please do not harm me, furocious beast. For I am innocent in this matter.”

I have no idea what possessed me to put on this whole act.  Maybe I was watching too much Bridgerton or reading entirely too much erotica, but the idea of being chased by a massive man, just to be savagely fucked in the library was exhilarating. The book nerd in me was jumping with joy.

I pushed through the library doors and sped over to the nearest flat surface. A wide table with several wooden chairs surrounding it. I shoved the chairs aside and hopped right on the table. Anticipation ran through my veins. The big, hulking man burst through the room with a loud grunt. The smile on his face was undeniable. My little charade had done its job perfectly: it had taken us out of earshot of the bustling maids in the house and eased the thick tension between us. Aizawa’s playful mood was igniting something within me. Something I didn’t recognize. It had been a while since I had seen him actually enjoy himself. His smile was so wide and genuine that I thought he was a different person.

Not the stressed-out, sleep-deprived spouse that I often avoided.

But the bubbly, fun husband that I always wanted.

His immediate acceptance and active participation in my game showed me that there was a chance. A chance for us to have a real, authentic marriage. A union where we love and cherish each other.  One where I didn't have to question whether or not he felt the same way.

“Sweet, delicate princess,” Aizawa groaned, inching close to me. “Please allow me the opportunity to voice my desires without prejudice or ridicule.”

I looked away from his face for a moment and tapped my chin. “Fine, you may.”

“I want you. In every way possible,” he confessed, closing the distance between us. “I have wanted you from the sheer moment you opened your heart to me. From the moment you started staying up a little late to have dinner with me, or when you made it a point to pack me lunch on a particularly long day. When you made Sunday nights my favorite time of the week and got me addicted to Outlander.”

“Since when were you into Outlander?” I asked in disbelief,

“Since you started screaming at the TV, cursing out Sir Jack Randal,” Aizawa chuckled. “I never heard you use so many curses in a single sentence.”

“I still can’t believe he did that to Jamie,” I grimaced.

Aizawa nodded in agreement but carried on with his statement. “You have been the object of my desires and the capturer of my heart for months now. I go to sleep dreaming of your big brown eyes and beautiful smile. I hear your sweet voice in my mind all day long and wish I could spend every moment with you.”

I reached out to grab his hands, which he gladly handed to me. I brought them to my thighs and allowed them to hike up my skirt. The beige fabric lifted from its place at my ankles and exposed the bronze skin underneath. Aizawa settled at the small space between my thighs and gently placed his hands at my sides. His brown eyes bore into mine. The older man looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Like nothing else mattered but us at this exact moment. His gaze was so pure I could almost cry on the spot. 

I hooked my arms around his neck and started to lean closer to him. My eyes fluttered closed and my lips slightly parted. He captured my mouth moments later and his arms swiftly wrapped around my plum form. Aizawa moaned against my lips as if marveling at the sensation. His mouth danced across mine gracefully, following my lead and patiently waiting for the next step. 

My hands were in his hair and my thighs rested against his hips. I gently rolled my damn center over his semi-hard front. The lust was quickly growing the long he kissed me and soon I  wouldn't be able to contain it. The confession had provided me with all the information I needed— our feelings were mutual. He wanted to give this fake marriage some authenticity and turn it into a real one. I was beyond excited.

I tore my lips away from his searing embrace and whimpered as he dragged a tongue along the side of my neck. 

"Take me," I gasped, clawing at his back. "Right here. Right now."

The brunette lifted his head from my neck and immediately started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. Seconds later, he exposed the lacy number underneath and growled at the sight. His skilled fingers undid the finicky clasp in the back, exposing the plump mounds to his eager eyes. 

"Your breasts are so full and round," Aizawa groaned.

His thumbs gently ran across the pebbled nipples and a hiss left my lips. 

The older male immediately paused his actions. "Did I hurt you,  princess?" 

A blush flickered on my cheeks as I sheepishly looked away. "No. . . They're just really sensitive."

"Well, I'll try to be more careful with them," he stated, lowering his body until his face was directly staring at the bosoms. 

His hot tongue tenderly flicked the right nipple several times before giving it a long seductive lick. Shivers ran down my spine as he kept giving sloppy kisses to the sensitive bud. The seat of my panties was drenched. My arousal practically glued them to my lower lips. My legs were vibrating with anticipation. The hot mouth moved over to the left nipple and I thought I ascended to heaven. Aizawa moaned as he sucked on the breast. He was enjoying the lewd act and it was intriguing to see. 

He released the bud and a long string of drool connected the two as he pulled away. He brought his lips to mine and gave me a mind-numbing kiss. His fingers dipped between my thighs as we made out. He pressed two fingers against the wet area and started to rub small circles right at the top of the slit. My poor clit was already throbbing from the foreplay and it seemed to pulse after that action. I moaned against his lips and pulled away. The area was so wet and sensitive that I knew it wouldn't take long to push me over the edge. Especially after he gave my nipples such delicate care. 

"What a cute face my little princess is making," he purred, pressing his forehead to mine. "Looks like she wants to cum."

I nodded, keeping direct eye contact with the seductive man. "I do, you beast. I want to cum all over your pretty cock and gorgeous face. Will you let me?"

The older man groaned and removed his hand from my panties. "Coming on my face is just gonna have to wait until our next rendezvous. I'm afraid if I don't slip into that dripping wet pussy I'm gonna burst. And we wouldn't want that, right?" 

"We sure wouldn't," I said absentmindedly rubbing my baby bump. 

Aizawa smirked before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. He threw the cotton garment aside before fiddling with his belt. His eyes never left my face and that seemed to make his actions even hotter. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion; leaving the thick, long member to spring free. 

My eyes widened at the sight. He was certainly bigger than I imagined. Definitely bigger than my ex, who could barely last 5 minutes without busting. Aizawa was indeed a patient man, a kind man. That was the only reason I could gather for why God would bless him with such a beast. Maybe I too was God's favorite, since he allowed me to marry such a good man. 

Not only was he fine as hell, tall and rich— his dick was big. I had no doubt I had hit the lottery in the husband department. 

"Are you okay, princess?" He asked. "Would you like to take a breather?"

"I breathed enough," I shot back. "Come take these panties off and pound me with your long, thick dick." 

Aizawa chuckled and hooked his thumbs under my waistband. He pulled the cotton panties down my plump legs and tossed them to the side. He aligned the head of his cock with my womanhood and just before easing himself in, Aizawa paused and gave me a final look, as if to ask me ‘are you sure?” I nodded immediately and widened my thighs a little bit more. The thick member sunk right into me with little resistance, on account of how wet my womanhood was. Pregnancy amplified all my bodily functions to the hundredth degree, including how soiled my underwear became anytime I saw something that appealed to me. Or, anytime I saw my husband.

The brunette helped me lay flat on my back against the table and adjusted the position of my legs. He hooked my limbs over his forearms and continued to push into me. I gasped when every inch was nestled into my greedy pussy and my eyes fluttered closed. I placed one hand above my head, gripping the edge of the table and the other underneath my belly. I braced myself for impact. Aizawa started off slow, rolling his hips against my pelvis gently. I could feel every inch inside of me. The slow thrusts softly pushed against my sensitive spots, causing me to squirm and wiggle underneath him. 

"Can I move a little faster, princess?" He grunted, tilting his hips a little bit. 

"Please move faster, beast," I panted, digging my nails into the table. "I cannot take this teasing any longer." 

Aizawa took a firm hold of the table and chuckled quietly. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

 The older man’s hips gradually began moving faster against mine. At first, my little mewls remained relatively uninterrupted by the change. I pretended to be disinterested in the movements, rolling my eyes and telling him to move faster. To fuck me harder. Informing him that I was displeased by his treatment, Aizawa’s persistent behavior of treating me like a delicate flower was starting to frustrate me. I was a woman above anything else. This pregnancy had almost everyone in my everyday life view me as fragile. Something that could easily be broken with little force and it struck anger in my being. Since my body is sturdy enough to grow an entire human being, I was pretty sure it was strong enough to handle some power thrusts from a man.

“Come on, beast,” I teased, a smile kissing my teeth. “Don’t tell me this is all could do? Some half-hearted pumps and expected me to be satisfied? I thought you were more of a savage than this.”

Without a word, Aizawa started to snap his hips against mine harshly. A good portion of his force was colliding with my body and it made my heart sing. My breath was caught in my throat and my legs started to tremble. I rested my body on my elbows and looked into his dark eyes. He was already looking at my face. The smile on his lips was stirring something within me. Almost like he knew I wouldn’t last long or I couldn’t handle the power of his thrusts. There were two words lingering on his tongue that I was dying to hear him say. Something that would definitely send me over the edge.

The man towering over me tilted his hips once more and a squeal shot out of my mouth. My back fell right back onto the table and I raised both arms above my head to grip the edge. The plush head of the cock was hammering the underside of my cervix, a very sensitive area deep within my cunt. My body started to tremble in response and my breathing became hollow. Pressure started to build in my abdomen and a pool started to form. My walls started to pulse against his massive cock and I couldn’t string together a single thought. My body started to tingle and my mind started to blur. Drool spilled from my lips as my eyes started to roll back. 

The orgasm was slow, deep, and damning. My body twisted and contoured into various weird positions as I rode the hot wave. I said my husband’s name like a prayer, chanting it over and over again. I begged him not to stop, to keep going, to take me to heaven. And he did just that. Aizawa kept his hard, sharp pace. He continued to drill that girthy dick into my snatch like he became addicted to the feeling. My body completely succumbed to the pleasure, not wanting to do anything else but relish in it. It wasn’t long before another orgasm began to build and my legs started to tremble all over again. 

“Fuck!” I cried, arching my back against the table. 

“Come on, princess,” Aizawa cooed. “Give beasty another one. I know you have it in you.”

The older man’s hips started to sputter and twitch, indicating to me that he was next to reach his peak. But, like the respectable man he was, Aizawa continued his sickening pace. Eventually, my eyes gradually opened and I took in the scene before me. A hulking man with rippling muscles and a gorgeous face was looming over me. Drilling his cock in me at a record pace with a smile on his face. He held my legs nice and wide in a seductive ‘v’. He was watching my every expression, movement and taking in my sounds. Aizawa was fully invested in pleasuring my horny, pregnant self and I was grateful. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to feel the weight on his body forever. I never wanted to part from him. I needed to be with him as long as humanly possible.

The second orgasm was harder than the last. It tore through me like lightning and forced my toes to curl. My eyes were wide open for this one. I watched Aizawa lean forward and gather me desperately. He held me close and proceeded to rut into my creamy pussy. He pressed his hot mouth to mine while his hips trembled and spasmed. His head fell on my shoulder when the pleasure became too great and he couldn’t hold out any longer. Hot cum shot into my awaiting womb, gradually filling me to the brim. Aizawa’s slow and rhythmic thrusts made the feeling even more sensual. It was as if he was fucking the semen into me, hoping to make me pregnant all over again. 

I never thought I’d have a breeding kink, but his actions convinced me otherwise.

Soon, it was nothing but our labored breathing filling the library. Our bodies were still one and his chest was still pressed against mine. My fingers were slowly running through his hair while his arms were tightly wrapped around my back. It seemed like the older gentleman had no intention of letting me, even though we were both sweaty and panting. It made me feel special.

“Is this okay?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Me holding you like this?”

“It’s fine,” I replied with a sigh. 

“Okay. Just let me know if I am crushing you or the baby.” 

“Alright, Aizawa,” I giggled.

Suddenly, he lifted his head from my shoulder and pressed his forehead against mine. 

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me, princess,” he acknowledged. “I am your husband, not some stranger on the street.”

“Than what am I supposed to call you then?”

He thought for a moment. “I think Shota would be fitting.”

“Shota?”

“And Beast/Charming on special occasions,” he said with a wink.

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a/n: there are hints in the story letting you know what kind of fic I'll be posting next. let's see who can guess it before sunday.

Also, a little update, I will be posting FULL SMUT SCENES from this point forward. So get ready for 2k - 4k worth of filth. Good luck going to sleep at night.

Finally, let me know if you would like to be added to my official taglist. I will be alerting you everytime I upload!

bye for now!

[jubilee40]

Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series

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Prompts:

The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.

Or

Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.

This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.

This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.

All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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ATTACK ON TITAN

EREN YEAGER

LEVI ACKERMAN

REINER BRAUN

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

OSAMU DAZAI

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

YUKI FUKUZAWA

JUJUTSU KIASEN

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SATORU GOJO

SUGURU GETOU

RYOMEN SUKUNA

KENTO NANAMI

MY HERO ACADAMIA

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA

KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI

KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI

JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA

TOKYO REVENGERS

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA

SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA

RAN HAITANI

RINDOU HAITANI

HARUCHIYO SANZU

WAKASA IMAUSHI

HAKKAI SHIBA

SHUJI HANMA

[potheadkiki]

Are you sleepy?

Warning ⚠18+

Soft/passionate sex

Size difference/kink (he's taller)

D/s dynamic

He's obsessed with u

Pet names (pretty, baby,)

somnophilia

black reader in mind

Chubby reader in mind!!

The day was long for you and your head aches as your keys jingle unlocking the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend Kirishima. Today was just a long day and all you want to do is smoke and cuddle up with your hubby. Sadly Kirishima still wasn't home most likely still on patrol, so realizing you have some time to yourself deciding to take a hot shower, finding one of his shirts and a pair of silk panties

The shower was amazing and much needed helping with your aching joints and muscles. Sighing as you take a look in the body sized mirror staring at your chubby form gently poking, prodding, and pinching at the fat of your stomach. Deciding enough is enough and if Kirishima was here he would scold you so deciding to get dressed and slipping on your silk bonnet with zebra print looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before walking into your shared bedroom, sliding into bed and turning on your T.V. and deciding to open hulu and watch "Bobs Burgers" and hitting your cart while turning the lights off above your shared bed. Your constantly drifting in and out of consciousness in your current position.

The door knob rattles as someone opens the door of your apartment. You shift in your sleep changing positions to get more comfortable pulling the blanket close to you. The figure drops his keys in the little fish bowl they have at their entrance. Toeing off his shoes by the door neatly placing them in a corner. Foot steps make its way toward the shared bedroom gently opening the door stepping inside looking at the figure sleeping in the bed as the light from the other room shines through and lands on your exposed thighs as you shift in your sleep. He lets a groan slip out as he takes in your sleeping form admiring the way his shirt looks on you realizing it looks better on you than it ever did on him. Deciding it would be best to take a quick shower before he ops to get in bed with you so that's what he does, opening his drawer to pull out a pair of boxer briefs and a loose fitting black wife beater.

Stepping out of the shower he stands there for a moment before getting dressed quickly and walks back into the room. Gently sliding under the blankets to land next to you. You shifting in your sleep from the bed dipping you sliding to his side pushing your ass up against his hips yearning for his warmth even in your sleep. He couldn't but to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the realization that you are always needy for him even in your sleep and he loves it so much just like he loves you. His right hand grabbing at your waist to adjust himself him inadvertently grinding against you only for you to retaliate with pushing your hips back again this time more enthusiastic. The hand on your hips slipping under the shirt gently playing with your stomach as he fiddles with the skin gently rolling his hips. His breathing becomes uneven and he starts panting against the outer shell of your ear causing goosebumps to appear all over your body just at the feel of his hot breath on you. He starts to push against you harder rolling his own hips in an upward motion, his right hand gently sliding down your stomach moving to fiddle with the elastic of your booty shorts as he pushes his left hand underneath you and gently gripping and groping at your breast. All the the while his breathing has turned into whines and whimpers begging you to wake up quickly.

"Mhm I'm sorry baby I can't help it I wanna touch you" He whispers as his left hand pushes your panties

"Damn baby such pretty underwear all for me,what a pretty girl" He whispers against your ear as he begins to gently rub at your clit in a slow circular motion as he pushes up against you and gently rolls his hips. He soon becomes impatient pulling his hand away only to hear you let out a whine of desperation even from your sleep. He roll's you onto your back pulling off your panties completely noticing how wet you are even in your sleep your ready for him. Shimming your underwear down your legs tossing them onto the floor. Getting down on his stomach between your legs exposing you to him completely with a wicked grin on his face his face so close to your pussy you can feel his breath on your pussy as he begins to gently ease a finger inside of you while gently kissing your clit, thighs twitching from the pleasure as he hears a gasp slip from your lips, he can't help but to smile against your clit. Back arching from the pleasure as your eyes begin to gently flutter open, hands going to grip at Kirishimas thick red locks as your hips begin to roll up against his face.

"Mhm Kirishima fuck" you gasp out "What-what are you doing" you moan out but you don't stop your own hips from moving that is until he pulls away with a chuckle still keeping his fingers moving inside as he reaches and rubs the spongy spot that makes you squeal and your thighs shake

"I just saw you lying there in my shirt all pretty and defenseless all for me. I couldn't help it baby I needed to touch you. To feel you. Can you blame me?" He says ducking his head back down in between your thighs suckling your clit and rubbing roughly against your g-spot. He feels as you begin to clench and unclench around him hips your own hips moving faster chasing your high desperately.

"Fuck Kiri I'm gonna cum. Don't stop please. Don't stop." You begin to chant begging him to not stop he just hums against your clit having no intentions of stopping and was just enjoying his midnight snack. Just a few more thrusts and a couple rough sucks as you falling over the edge as your back arches off the bed squealing his name as you cum on his face. He pulls away pulling himself up back on his knees making eye contact with you as he wipes his mouth that was covered in your cum. Your chest heaving up and down but you can't help but to plush at the action and look away with a blush on your face.

"I wanna fuck you now baby. Can I do that? Do I fuck my pretty girl?" He asks leaning in to plant his lips on yours as you moan wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yes please. Fuck me Kiri." He groans hearing your desperate voice beg for him it gets him every time. He uses one hand to hold himself up as he begins to shimmy his boxers off you helping along the way, you can't help but to grip his cock gently pumping him a few times

"Mhm damn baby as much as I would love for you to blow me I just need to be inside you now or I'mma explode he saying laughing a little as he kisses you lining himself up with your entrance he gently pushes in. You both gasp from the feeling of the pleasure his lips still on yours even if it's just ghost like. His hips begin moving slow at first finding a rhythm that will suit you both.

"Faster Kiri faster" you whine out as your fingers rake down his back most likely drawing blood but he doesn't even seem to mind. Listening happily his hips move faster one of his hands snaking between your bodies to rub at your clit as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I'm gonna cum again. Please Kiri please" you beg panting in his ear as you

"Yea baby it's okay be a good girl and cum for me. You wanna be my good girl right? I know you do." At this point your desperate hips moving against his as you practically sob from the pleasure. Thighs clenching around his hips as your nails dig into his shoulders biting his neck as you cream on his cock, your own hips twitching continuously as Kiri chases his own high.

"Ugh fuck baby I'm almost there. You've been such a good girl for me baby. So good and so pretty and so sweet all for me" commenting as he tucks a strande of your hair behind you ear.

"Can I cum inside you princess? You think I can do that?" You whine

"Please" is all you can muster as he thrusts a few more times cuming with a moan of a 'fuck baby' as he cums inside you his body going limp for a moment before pulling away, you let out an audible sound of displeasure and uncomfort as he shushes you gently saying he'll be right back and that he needs to get a wash clothes. Leaving the room for just a moment to grab said wash cloth only to return to find you completely passed out and he can't help but to smile at himself as he walks over and gently spreads your legs cleaning you up as best he can. He decides to slide his shirt back on that you were wearing no need for panties though he figured as he himself just slipped his boxers back on before clinging to your back wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep soon after you.

[princessfizzintine]

dating katsuki .ᐟ𐚁

[plussizeficchick]

Men who kiss you slow>>>

They start with a few pecks, testing the waters to see what you’re comfortable with. They notice the way you bite your lip when they pull away slightly, the glassy look in your eyes.

So they take it a step further. They rest a hand against your cheek, brush their thumb across the soft skin before cupping your chin between their thumb and forefinger, guiding you to their plush, wet lips.

They do a slight brush of their tongue against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open to tangle their tongue with yours. It has your stomach turning the way they work their mouth with yours. They relish in the sharp intakes of breath you take, the warmth your body radiates. Groan at the soft moans you let out when they suck on your tongue and nip at your bottom lip.

They up the ante by wrapping a dominant hand around your throat, soft enough not to hurt, but firm enough to turn your head to their desired position, a searing kiss being placed on your neck. Your thighs unconsciously rub together when they nibble and suck hickies into the skin, press soft wet kisses to the bruising marks before making their way back to your swollen lips, a delicate kiss being placed on the tender flesh.

— GOJO, Toji, Suguru, Nanami, KIRISHIMA, DABI, Shinso, KUROO, OIKAWA, Atsumu, Mikey, DRAKEN, BAJI, Sanzu, RAN, EREN, Jean, TENGEN, ZORO, Sanji, CHROLLO

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dabi masturbates in another room as he hears you moving around in the kitchen and the idea that you might walk in on him turns him on more than he already was. he pictures fucking you so roughly, with you on your hands and knees, your back arching as he hits that sweet spot over and over again, as you can't contain the gasps and noises that come out of you. he imagines the harsh slapping noises that would happen every time your bodies would connect, your ass jiggling with thrusts. he would visualise holding onto your love handles, feeling your soft pudgy skin in his hands.

he starts getting close and he knows he needs to see you, to help him get over the edge and when he does he thinks about how glad he is to have walked over to you. you're wearing one of your long comfy tops, and you look absolutely delightful, he just wants to sink his fingers into you. from what he can see you're not wearing a bra, making your nipples slightly visible and when you move he can see your breasts move freely.

dabi starts getting closer and closer as he looks at you, he knows he's going to cum in a second. he walks up behind you and grabs your waist as he fucks into you, groaning. you gasp in surprise and hold onto his arm. you thought you'd be getting a surprise fuck but you feel him spill inside you, warmth filling you as his dick twitches. you feel him breathing on your neck but as soon as you focus on it and become more aware of him and his presence, he leaves your body, pulling out. "that felt good, didn't wanted to make a mess babe, such a good cumdump for me." he says before walking off while grinning.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine roaming Keigo's bare chest with your hands, tracing his lean muscles while slowly but rhythmically bouncing on his dick. "Lovebird," he moans, his hands firmly grabbing your love handles, pushing his fingers into your soft flesh, watching how your beautiful curvy body is moving on top of him.

[xxsugarbones]

daily affirmations to make myself feel better: if tomura shigaraki was real, i would totally be his type and he wouldn’t be able to get enough of me

[nnnyxie]

Feeling a lil down about myself, what would you think about Izu x chubby reader? Reader isn’t necessarily insecure but does have bad days, maybe some of Izu‘s fans were being extremely horrible to reader or something because of their weight (I live for protective!Izu) and reader just shuts themselves off and is rotting away in a pile of blankets in their apartment while Izu dosen’t get what’s going on at all- he adores reader and isn’t all like „oh but your boobs and ass and thighs“ he just adored READER you know??? Often when I read x chubby!reader they only mention their curves and thighs and what not but I don’t think reducing plus size people to curvy plus size people is very inclusive so idk if that makes sense but yeah kwnfksld

#𖢥 izuku anon

baby i am loving these requests and i’m happy to give you chubby rep!!

i sorta based it on how i get when i’m insecure about myself so i’m sorry if it isn’t what you were hoping for :(

some days it’s just hard yk?? people get mean and it can really fuck with your brain. it makes it hard to look at yourself sometimes.

especially when you’re with a pro hero. people think that you ‘don’t belong together’ just cause you two have different body types. and it’s sickening how people think that way.

it makes you feel awful— all of the hateful comments you get under your posts gets overwhelming and sometimes you have to archive them all together. sometimes you even have to deactivate your account because they get so overwhelming.

izuku always wonders why you do that— you never give him a real reason. just a ‘i don’t feel like being on social media right now’. he knows it’s not the truth but, he doesn’t want to pry. he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by hounding you for answers.

but tonight— tonight was awful. the first thing you saw while opening instagram was a picture of you and your lovely boyfriend, something a fan posted. the fan was nice!! their post was a cute edit and it was an appreciation post!! but the comments— the comments were sickening. they were filled with so much hate, it made you physically ill. and today you weren’t ‘feeling’ yourself so the comments didn’t exactly help.

you deactivated your account again. now you were thinking about just deleting it all together. it won’t stop the hate but it’ll stop you from seeing it. either way— you decided to try and push those awful comments away and read, maybe it could lighten your mood.

it didn’t. the thoughts kept coming back— you couldn’t even read a full paragraph. it felt awful. you felt awful. maybe a shower would help?

as soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, you stepped right back out. it hurt to look at yourself. it made you cry. you weren’t particularly insecure but these comments were ruthless and they just really got to you this time.

when izuku got back home from patrol, he found you in your shared bed, you were curled up in a pile of blankets with nearly all the pillows surrounding you. he heard your crying— and was immediately concerned. why wouldn’t he be?

“love, what’s the matter? did you watch the neverending story again?” he sat beside you and pulled the blankets down so he could full see your face. this wasn’t your ‘sad movie’ cry. this was entirely different.

“hey, what’s going on?” “it’s nothing— i uhm just read something sad is all.” you were a very poor liar.

“be honest with me, please? is something going on?” he was now laying beside you, holding you from behind. “i just— do you really want to be with me? i’m not—” you choked, crying more at the thought of him leaving for someone ‘better’ (there is no one better). “of course i do. i love you. why wouldn’t i want to be with you?” “how aren’t you… how aren’t you disgusted by me?” “why would you ever think i’d feel that way towards you? i love all of you. and everyday i find more to love about you.”

then— it clicked. he remembered.

“is this about that post? bakugo sent it to me… he told me to look at the comments— baby if i knew this was happening sooner i would’ve done something about it. why didn’t you tell me?” he rubbed your arm in comfort, he knew all about being insecure— of course he couldn’t relate to where yours stemmed from but, he knew how awful it felt to feel like you aren’t enough for people. “i didn’t want you to be mad at them. they’re your supporters.” “they aren’t my supporters if they’re treating you this way.” he took a breath, he was upset. not by you— never. but, by the hateful people. “i love you, and every part of you. i’ll never be disgusted by you and i’ll never want anyone else. i only want you.” god you loved him.

“can you turn so i can see that pretty face?” you turned to face him. izuku had a smile but, his eyes welled when he saw the tear streaks that ran down your cheeks. he cupped your face, swiping his thumps to wipe away the stray tears that still fell. “you’re the most beautiful person i have ever met.” you cried again, not because you were upset— but, because, he was just so wonderful to you. izuku held you, letting you cry into him.

“i’ll address it.” “you don’t need to.” “i’m going to.”

don’t mind the neverending story part…. i just rewatched it today and cried abt the horse scene… artax :(