#i hate that shit give me fat plump round shapes i want it to look good from more than 1 angle

[retrogalwrites]

Aizawa Shouta x Yandere!fReader

Title: “Kiss me as if you are punching me” / view on ao3

summary: Aizawa is kidnapped by a villain obsessed with him, who hopes to finally make the hero hers.

Warnings: dubcon, coercion, unhealthy relationships, drugging, kidnapping, yandere reader, hate fucking from Aizawa's side, delusions, masochism 

Other contents: creampie, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, rough sex, fingering, masturbation, name calling, a twist because i like twists

Words: 2917

When Aizawa opened his eyes, he was not surprised by the tight rope around his body that kept him viciously tied to a bulky chair. He had been held hostage before, more than once even, it just came with the job, you know?

However, typically, he'd expect some decaying dirty room, some dark, gloomy basement that smelled like shit, just the usual imagery you expect from situations like these.

Instead, his surprise—utter shock if you will—came from the smell of roses and cinnamon that filled his nostrils, the vibrant color red of opulent velvet wallpaper around him and fluffy carpet under his feet of matching color. The room was dimly lit by a varied array of candles carefully placed on expensive-looking furniture, even a fancy bed, it was a very girly and sensual atmosphere that completely crushed his usual expectations of being kidnapped by an enemy. It was one of those rare times that Aizawa felt at loss of words.

"Guess who~?"

Suddenly a saccharine voice, suggestive and obscene, called from behind as a pair of hands playfully covered his eyes. Aizawa froze, of course he knew that voice very well, he groaned at the feeling of round, soft breasts pressing against the back of his head, it gave him annoying goosebumps.

Of course he recognized that voice, even the feeling of your body. For months you had roamed the streets committing mostly petty crime with the sole purpose of getting the hero Eraserhead to chase after you, like some obsessed psycho. Like a little pest, you'd pop up to cause trouble while he was on his nightly rounds without fail, always dolled up, flaunting your assets like a harlot and provoking him shamelessly. Always boldly declaring your insane love for him before managing to slip away into the shadows...

It was such a bizarre case that other heroes had started to tease him about it, laughing about the femme fatale villain that had a crush on him. He despised it, your existence did nothing but to bring yet another thing for him to be tired and annoyed about.

At least, you were a low tier threat, basically harmless really, or so he thought. Being kidnapped by you was the last thing he had expected, and that only annoyed him more, the thought that he had underestimated the situation and how unhinged you really had been.

Aizawa uttered your name under his breath like a cursed word, and you giggled delighted against his ear.

"Yes, it's me~! As expected from my darling."

"Don't call me that." He refuted your pet-names as always, mustering his most stern voice to mask the fact he was still trying to process his own shortcomings that had lead him there. "What the hell is this?"

Removing your hands from his eyes, you remained behind him, placing them instead on his broad shoulders, reminding him of the lack of his scarf-his only offensive weapon- on them.

"Well, what does it look like? I abducted you, silly." You hummed amused, tone far too casual for his liking. But with your fingers digging into the muscle, massaging his soreness, he almost gave in and sighed in relief. "You've been playing so hard to get all this time, and trust me I do love the chase but...I just can't bear with it anymore."

"Then leave me alone." He managed to say instead, as he struggled on his seat, testing the tightness of the binding around him.

"No, can't do." You replied, fingers digging into his shoulders with a more vicious grip that made him wince. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? I love you so much, I need you so bad, I may just die."

"Then die." With a deep, angry tone, he growled. " I don't have time for none of this bullshit."

Of course, you only gushed excitedly, throwing your arms around his neck and embracing him from behind so lovingly, he could feel the heat of your body. "Oh baby, I love it when you are mean!"

"You're delusional." He said.

"Well, yes." You replied. "But I'm still going to get what I want."

As you pulled back, Aizawa felt the sharp tip of a blade pressed against the back of his neck, threatening to cut through if he didn't stay put. He broke into cold sweat.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

"Open your mouth or I'll cut your head off, I really don't want to do that, dear."

You had never threatened him like that before, he hesitated for a second before spitting back, expertly to not let his tumultuous feelings show.

"I'll bite your hand off."

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you did that." You giggled again. Aizawa  sighed deeply, feeling powerless against what was someone who clearly couldn't be reasoned with.

You took advantage of that to bring your fingers to his mouth, slipping inside two white pills before forcing his jaw shut with your hand so he'd have to swallow them. Aizawa tried to spit them out, but you weren't having none of it, in the end he had to swallow the dissolving drug into his system.

"What the hell...did you give me?!"

He demanded as soon as you let go of him, drool dribbling down his scruffy chin.

"Relax, it will make you feel good. I would never poison you, baby."

But it was a little too hard to believe you, of course. His silence said as much.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you...it's an aphrodisiac."

It was like you had actually stabbed him with that knife, the severity of your words weighing on him, an understanding of what you were planning to do with him filling the hero with dread that was almost as big as his self-hatred for having stupidly refused to take you as a bigger threat sooner.

With a soft, feminine laugh, twirling gracefully, you quickly moved around to stand in front of him.

Finally getting to properly look at you, Aizawa jaw almost dropped.

Dressed in a black nightie babydoll, all lace and ribbons, showing off the perfect curves of your body, supple skin of your breasts and nipples behind see-through fabric. The edges fluttered delicately just above your upper thighs, giving him full view of the crotchless panties you wore, your slit shamelessly displayed for him to see.

His body felt as though it was on fire, eyes glued to the glistening wetness already smeared over the pink skin of your folds, even more stickiness clinging to the skin of your inner thighs showing just how fucking wet you had to be.

It was work of the aphrodisiac, he realized, how his heart began racing madly in his chest with pumping blood, a dryness in his mouth and a heat in his abdomen that was making it hard to breath properly.

Aizawa's entire willpower worked harder it ever had just to try to look uninterested at the lewd sight of you. "Well, it sure is a shame you went through all this trouble for nothing."

You pouted at his comment almost childishly, something that gave him a sense of satisfaction despite his situation still being far from improving. But Aizawa had to remain calm, because knowing his colleagues, they would be out to look for him soon enough, all he had to do was to endure ...to endure...to endure what exactly? He still wasn't completely sure, and yet that only made him shiver with unwanted thrill.

"So you say, but you seem to be a little excited already."

Drawling your words, your eyes fixated on his crotch. He looked down as well and cringed, a bulge straining against the fabric of his pants, his cock swelling up simply by looking at your own depraved arousal. He reminded himself it wasn't his fault, it was the drug, he still could fight off the effects.

"You are pathetic, forcing yourself on someone like this." He said with a groan, because his hardening cock was starting to feel uncomfortably tight inside his pants. You rolled your eyes, and laughed.

"Oh no, I'm not going to do that."

Your answer, simple and honest, took him by surprise that Aizawa couldn't conceal.

"I'll simply stand here and enjoy myself, give you a little show. I won't touch you unless you ask me to, my darling."

Before he could respond, you were soon taking one step back from him. Standing on a pair of impractical high heels and stockings, Aizawa watched as you began to sway your hips side to side with hypnotic rhythm, the fluttering edges of the lacy babydoll bringing attention to the ripe shape of your plump thighs, he could even imagine grabbing them with his large hands...fuck, dealing with you would've been far easier from the very start if you weren't so infuriatingly gorgeous.

Aizawa groaned, lips tightly shut, refusing to give you any sort of satisfaction from this.

But as if you could read his mind, you turned around playfully to give him a full view of your backside. The roundness of your fat ass, perfect to grab and force against his aching cock and rut against until he was shooting his seed all over your asscheeks, fuck...his dirty thoughts kept pulling up.

Aizawa's throbbing erection twitched with need, and he tried to rub his thighs together for just a little bit of friction. You didn't notice it in that exact moment, because you were too busy leaning forward to show off your pussy at his hungry gaze, your fingers moving to the crotchless area of your panties to spread your folds with your fingers, giving him a perfect view of your pussy's tight hole.

Even with his dry eyes, he was having a hard time blinking, unable to part away from that obscene view. Your needy little hole so wet for him right there in full display, only a whore would have such little shame and modesty, a crazy whore like you.

Aizawa didn't realize his lip had started to bleed slightly from bitting it too hard.

"God, knowing you are looking at me makes me so excited, baby." You moaned softly, voice full of adoration, looking at him over your shoulder. "Like a dream come true."

Aizawa turned his head away just to try spite you, using his messy long hair to shield his vision, an attempt to dominate this bizarre game of yours, but uncaring to his resistance, you simply continued enjoying yourself for him to witness. Slowly, you slid one finger into your dripping cunt, your legs trembling as you moaned Aizawa's name outloud.

The fire in his blood was reaching a fever pitch, the sound so obscene of his name on your tongue, accompanied to the squelching noises of your finger pumping in and out your tight walls quickly had him looking back at your depraved little show.

As soon as you felt his gaze back on you, another finger was inserted, making yourself mewl dramatically with your back arching like a cat's, then a third finger testing the stretch of your hole around them. You were taking them so well, his breath hitched. Watching how you were fucking yourself like that ignited that primal urge in him to tackle you to the floor and replace those fingers with the thickness of his cock...

"Oh, Shouta...aahhh I love you so much...!!" You started mumbling, like begging, and it made him pitifully buck his hips into the air before he could stop himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Aizawa was losing his mind with the drugs maximizing his lust. His cock was so swollen and hard that it was painful, his balls begging to be emptied, just any sort of relief.

Another loud, slutty moan from you that turned into a cry, as your wobbly legs gave out and you slid onto the floor slowly, still fingering yourself you switched positions. Facing him with your legs spread as you sat on the floor, you continued fingering yourself. Now your free hand massaging your own breast, punching the nipple over the fabric of the top.

"I'm so close...ahh...." you panted, looking directly at him, your little pink tongue poking out your gaping mouth. "I'll let you go once I cum, promise."

That was what broke his control, the power of the aphrodisiac too strong to fight. In that moment Aizawa knew he had lost his sense of reason. He struggled violently against the binding rope, a gutural growl erupting from deep in his chest.

"Don't you dare finishing without my permission, you damn bitch."

The commanding tone, the brutality of his voice, you froze in place as you stared at him with wide eyes. He spoke again, glaring at you with unfiltered lust and anger he hadn't felt before. "Untie me now, I'm going to fuck you. That's what you want isn't it? Then bring your pussy over here."

The look on your face was of absolute delight, almost childish in excitement. Before he knew it, you had severed the ropes tying him to the chair with the knife you had kept tucked by the elastic of your stocking.

The sequence that followed happened so fast he barely registered it, when he roughly grabbed you by the arms with his freed hands, forcing you to drop the knife as he pushed you down onto the floor. Crawling on top, Aizawa crashed his mouth against yours, lips violently molding against yours in a desperate, almost animilastic imitation of a kiss, sloppily inserting his tongue into your eager mouth, and you returned the gesture in kind. By the time he realized what had happened, he was already rutting his erection against the gash of your pussy, groaning and whining at the delicious friction.

Breaking the kiss, leaving you with bruised lips, he plopped himself onto his knees and started unbuckling his pants, pulling out his cock that was red and raw, drooling precum like it was about to burst.

"Don't get it wrong, this is only because of your damn aphrodisiac..." He hissed above you, boring his smoldering gaze into yours, stroking his member in one hand.

Then, to his still surprise, you blurted out a hearty laugh. Deviously looking at him like the cat who got the cream.

"Oh, baby...that wasn't an aphrodisiac. It was just regular aspirin."

You admitted so honestly, and Aizawa couldn't do more than stare at you completely dumbstruck for a second. But only a second.

Immediately, you helped loudly as Aizawa unceremoniously turned you over, pulling your hips up so your perky ass was up in the air, and impaled you with his thick, hard cock in one brutal thrust. You cried again, face forced flush against the carpet floor by Aizawa's hand. His hips ruthlessly starting a furious peace, drilling himself into your tight walls without mercy.

"You...damn bitch...are you trying to make a fool of me?!"

Aizawa panted, hissing each syllable with every thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy mound over and over, the dry sound mixing with the wet squelching of your sex being abused.

"Apologize. Apologize for all the trouble you've caused me."

His other hand came down on your ass so hard, the stinging pain making you scream, leaving an raw imprint of his palm on your skin. And he hit you again, and again, as he fucked you relenthlessly.

"Yessss....I'm sorrryyy!!! I'm sorrryyy!!"

You moaned and cried, pain and pleasure too much to bear, words barely making sense. Tears streamed down your cheeks and yet the expression on your face couldn't be anything but pure happiness and adoration for Aizawa. "I love you so much darlin'...aaahh!!! I couldn't help myself!!"

You were so tight and snug inside, your slippery walks tightly squeezing his cock like you didn't want to ever let go of it, he could barely keep himself from cumming too soon with how fucking good you felt.

"You don't deserve to cum." He pushed himself against your back, her larger muscular frame easily pressing your entire body against the floor as he kept fucking you.

"Say it!"

"I...don't deserve to cum!!"

"I'm going to pump you full of my seed and you are going to be grateful for even that."

"Yesssss....!!!!"

Aizawa was soon shooting a heavy load into you, all that accumulated lust from all your teasing, all your annoying chase, all the undying love you proclaimed for him and he had no idea what to do with. He responded to your feelings the only way he knew how, and thick jets of white cum shoot into your womb, painting your walls with his semen until his balls stopped throbbing.

You were full of his cum, a babbling mess looking like you had seen heaven.

Aizawa wasn't sure himself, if he was in heaven or hell.

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"Hey! Just got a call from the police, guess which wacky villainess is causing trouble downtown today?" The voice of Mic rang into the teacher lounge, peaking his head through he door.

"I don't want to guess." Aizawa muttered softly, quickly getting up on his feet and adjusting his googles, ready to head out. "I'll take care of it."

"Why, Shouta! If I didn't know better, I'd think ya rush to go see her quite a lot these days." A teasing smile, Mic tilted his head curiously. "Did something happen between you two?"

A pause, and the hero turned around to leave.

"Don't be ridiculous."

[in-dreams-dark]

dark words, dark thoughts

pairing: rk900 (nines) x plus size female reader

genre: angst, very little fluff

word count: 1,560

warnings: a lot of self and body hate here, folks. horrid comments from gavin and others. a whole lot of depression. not a fun ride.

gif and characters aren’t mine

You’ve had enough today. It was barely noon and that asshole Gavin had been relentless all morning, not hesitating to corner you in the break room for several minutes before Nines came to find you. By then, you were on the verge of a breakdown, so you slipped away as Gavin started yelling heatedly at Nines, who lashed back in a cold and forceful tone. All of the insults came flooding back to you like a wave, nearly drowning you in hate.

She’s so ugly and fat!

If I was her, I’d kill myself so I wouldn’t have to live like that.

Jesus Christ, how much do you weigh?!

She’s such a fatass. No wonder she’s never had any action.

Don’t touch her, you’ll get diabetes!

Go ahead and cry to Fowler. He couldn’t give two shits for a coward claiming to be bullied like a fucking sixth grader.

Going with a salad instead of a pizza today, fatty?

You’ll never be good enough.

I thought we were having an earthquake. Turns out it’s just the fat bitch walking into the building.

Hurrying into an empty conference room, the automatic lights turned on, but you flicked them off. After closing the door behind you, you walked over to the window and pulled open the blinds, revealing a beautiful sunset and a darkening, cloudy sky. Rain was in the forecast for both you and Detroit, it seemed.

It picked up a moment later, and you watched as the parking lot and cars two stories down became soaked. The sun finally disappeared over the horizon, leaving the world with only small glimpses of multicolored sunlight on the clouds and buildings below. It truly was beautiful to see, but it was only a bittersweet reminder of your own ugliness.

A tear slipped down your face as you sobbed just once, the incident just minutes earlier bringing you close to breaking down completely. You hung your head and leaned against the wall next to the window, your thoughts flooding with hate. You slowly slid down onto the floor, where you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. How could someone be so cruel to you after you had never so much as raised your voice at him?

Too caught up in your own world, you didn’t notice when the conference door slid open with a quiet hiss. Nines silently stepped inside, knowing that you would be fragile for a while after such an unforgiving barrage. Nines had saved you from Gavin and ended up having a verbal fight with him for a good ten minutes, rebuking the detective’s every word with a sharp tongue. He had finally given up and walked away, muttering something about ‘fucking androids.’ Nines’ eyes immediately found you on the floor, head resting on your arms and crying softly.

“Lieutenant,” the android said in a low voice. Your head snapped up, eyes wide with fear as your heartbeat sped up. After registering that it was your partner, you sighed lightly and closed your eyes briefly.

“Nines,” you said with a degree of relief as you wiped your eyes as best you could, an embarrassed blush creeping up your neck. “You startled me. I thought you were Gavin coming to torment me some more.”

You cast your eyes away from his penetrative silver gaze in embarrassment as you wiped your damp cheeks. It was silent for a moment, and you knew he was scanning your body for anything out of the ordinary. It was a little uncomfortable and made you squirm.

“Please don’t look at me,” you said softly, rubbing your arm in the form of a nervous tick. “I’m disgusting.”

Nines didn’t respond, and tension started to grow in the silent moment. Wordlessly, he walked towards you, causing you to glance up at him. He held out his hand and you looked at it for a moment before he raised an eyebrow somewhat impatiently. You sighed, knowing that he would haul you up whether you wanted him to or not. You placed your hand in his and he swiftly lifted you to your feet like you weighed nothing. It made your heart skip a beat and your grip on his hand tightened subconsciously.

Even on your feet, you felt so small in your partner’s nearly overwhelming presence. You let go of his hand and avoided his eyes, opting instead to study at your shoes. He was being oddly quiet. No smart remarks or sarcastic quips since before the fight with Gavin. Perhaps dealing with situations like this weren’t written in his programming.

“I don’t know what to do, Nines,” you said quietly and slowly. “I-I’ve known Gavin for years. We were partners for years. He’s insulted and berated me for years. I’ve never done anything to provoke him, to deserve this horrible treatment, except exist as a plus-sized woman. Why do i have to be so disgusting?”

Tears welled up once again as you finally looked into Nines’ calculating, unemotional eyes, wanting comfort so desperately. When he stayed silent longer than you hoped, you closed your eyes and stepped around him to leave. You were nearly at the door when a low voice stopped you in your tracks.

“You are beautiful.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Did you hear that correctly? Was your mind playing tricks on you, making you hear what you wanted to?

Footsteps preceded your partner as he neared you. You closed our eyes and breathed evenly, trying to keep the tears at bay. You could feel his presence directly behind you. He was so close. Just a few inches and he would be pressed against your back. You could feel his light breath on your neck and goosebumps raced across your skin.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Showing you,” came his simple reply. You started to turn around to ask what he meant, but stopped when his hands lightly skimmed your plump waist. You jumped in surprise, goosebumps returning with fervor.

“N-Nines, please, don’t—“

His hands ran down your sides slowly, gently, a small gasp leaving your mouth. He reached your hips, his hands pressing more firmly. Your muscles tightened in anticipation. Nines gently ran his hands back up your sides and forwards over your most hated body part: your stomach.

“Nines, stop,” you said a panicked, as you tried to pull his hands away. His arms tightened around your waist and he brought his mouth to your ear. Your hands froze on top of his, tears gathering in your eyes. You desperately hoped that Nines wasn’t going to say all of the things Gavin told you were true and that you were in fact the most disgusting creature on the planet and—

“Why would I stop when you are enjoying it so much?” he asked quietly, interrupting your thoughts with his baritone voice. You cursed yourself when it made you shiver. He pulled you against his chest, making you blush like a schoolgirl. His hand grabbed one of yours and he brought it up to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the back.

“You are beautiful.”

You sighed sharply, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You finally turned in your partner’s grasp and placed your hands on his solid chest.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, voice cracking as you searched his eyes. “Why do you torture me like this? Do you enjoy toying with my feelings just to be cruel?”

Nines’ expression didn’t waver, but you saw his LED turn yellow. Slowly, Nines leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. You gazed at each other, tears in your eyes and an unreadable emotion in his. He slid his hands to your waist and a tingle ran down your spine against your will. You can’t deny that his words did spark a bit of hope, and his current actions weren’t helping your touch-starved self.

“Do you feel my body?” he asked quietly. Confused, your eyebrows drew together. You flexed your fingers a bit, feeling the synthetic muscle under his Cyberlife jacket. You nodded shallowly, and Nines grabbed your hands and brought them to his waist. “Do you feel the shape?” You moved your hands up and down slowly, feeling his slightly tapered waist and sturdy torso. Another nod, and he moved your hands to his stomach. “Do you feel the muscles Cyberlife has given me and all other androids?” Sighing and closing your eyes, you nodded defeatedly.

“Yes,” you reply sadly as you pull your hands away. “I feel how perfect your body is compared to mine.”

“You misunderstand, (Y/N),” Nines says, grabbing your hands before you could completely pull away. You stop, surprised. He’s never used your first name informally. “To me, your body is perfect. I see a woman with a beautiful face, supple breasts, a soft stomach, round hips, a shapely ass, and thick thighs.”

His hands lightly skimmed over each part of your body as he described it. He kneeled down as his hands traveled lower and stayed there. You bit your lip as you looked down at him, your face burning. You knew that he picked up the slang from the many times you loudly proclaimed some model or actor was ‘a juicy thicc boi,’ but it still made a shiver rise up your spine.

“You are everything I cannot be.”