#mha x chubby reader fluff

[cathnospam]

Thinking about how canon!Katsuki would definitely be the kind of guy to stare at you.

We all know he has a habit of just looking and being nosey, so I believe he’d be way worse with his crush.

The way he stares is almost like you can feel his deep blood red eyes touch your cheek while you scribble your notes away in your notebook. You’ve notice he has done it a lot, but you were never the type to outwardly call him out on anything, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention and awkwardness.

But he would always stare, his mouth and chin covered by the palm of his hand, right leg jumping in tandem with his pencil he keeps moving back and fourth with his fingers.

You’re just so damn pretty.

It’s not what he thinks, but it’s what he’s showing, his eyelids are narrowed, slight scowl, but not entirely an annoyed look he usually does.

Eyes traveling to your crossed smooth legs, noticing the little small indents of your cellulite on your thighs.

You look so soft.

The little cute expressions you make when you’re focused on solving the problem in front of you.

You look so cuddly.

The different hairstyles you wear almost every other week. This week you decided on boho braids and they flowed off your shoulder almost like a curtain covering your pretty side profile, that’s until you throw the strands in the back of your head again.

You’re ethereal.

Bakugo loves to just look at you. He would rather choke than admit it, but he will be focused on finishing his work early just for some extra time to look back at you again.

If anybody were to point out the fact his pupils are dilated right now he’d blow them across the class.

He just keeps staring at you.

Eventually he will get caught. You will look back with your warm smile and Ironically enough when he does see you he will avoid your eye contact back like the plague.

Damn hypocrite.

But also damn you for being such a beautiful girl to Katsuki.

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[luviisabella]

Bakugo is perfect for cuddling. Why? Cause he’s big and he’s warm.

I don’t mean just big cause he’s tall, I mean muscle, he’s a pro-hero after all, he’s gotta stay fit. So it wasn’t unusual for you to see his biceps practically ripping every atom of his compression shirt when he’d go out to the gym.

Despite coming back all sweaty the first thing he likes to do is lay on you and now convince you his germs have passed onto you so he has an excuse to shower with you. From there you guys find your way to your shared bed and cuddle. His muscles caging you in, his large calloused hands wrapped around your figure, and he couldn’t be happier. He keeps you warm too, thanks to his quirk his body is always warm/hot. (Thanks to this he also usually walks around shirtless.)

So it’s not uncommon for him to place his hands under your shirt, resting them gently along your sides as he uses just the right amount of heat to warm up his hands a bit. Usually he does it when you have cramps, he’ll have you lay your back to his chest and keep his hands on your lower abdomen while you rest. Such a good boyfriend.

“Cmere”

There’s no point in him saying that when he’s already got you thrown over his shoulder, taking you off the couch as if you weren’t peacefully reading.

“Kats-“ you can’t help but giggle, seeing he’s in one of his lovesick moods.

He gently places you on the bed before climbing on top of you, his head resting on your chest gently as you find your hand in his.

You smile seeing him find relaxation in your touch.

“I love you katsuki.”

His hand warms up a bit and you can see his ears turn a little pink.

—

“I love you too.”

[cvnt4him]

Kats hates when you're insecure.

It's not like he expects you to NOT be insecure, he knows insecurities and being self conscious is a normal thing with the human race. He's not a fucking idiot. However, he fucking haes how saddened and down you get whenever you look in the mirror. He hates seeing you dislike certain things about yourself that he tends to like. Stretch marks, tummy fat, thick thighs, the slight double chin, all little things katsuki actually oddly finds compelling about you. Mind you, he isn't the kind of guy to just go for looks. He actually likes you as a human being, which is saying alot. When he sees you scrolling on Twitter or Instagram and he sees you going through the comments of a post made about you and him, the comments absolutely picking everything about you apart. The fact you're quirkless and fat, you shouldn't be breathing the same air as him, let alone be his girlfriend. It breaks you, and unbeknownst to you, it breaks him. He fucking hates seeing you all down and shit it just messes with him. Katsuki is very observant, especially with you. He notices everything and I mean fucking everything, you can try to go unnoticed by him but it won't work. Try not eating, somehow someway he'll know. He just knows everything and it's scary.

“oi, you hungry?”

“ive already eaten.”

“shut up. no you haven't. what do you wanna eat.”

“chipotle, whataburger, what c'mon say something??”

“...kats I've already— ”

“shut up.”

Js thinking ab him dragging your ass into the car and forcing you to eat regardless idk man. Js something that's been picking at my brain.

[sugarverse]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could request either long or short fic about Tenya Iida. Likes it can be set in a modern setting where's he's a senior college student who's majoring in business and he has to take one more class to get his degree. It just so happened that the class is in the art building, and it is figure drawing (aka nude drawing) . Since he's just now hearing of the extra class he has to take, he's suddenly shocked when the model is an old friend of his from back home, whom he had a childhood crush on. Not only does his feelings for her come back, but he also has to have 1 on 1 section with the model for educational purposes. I kinda want it to be smut and fluff or however you see it fit. Anyway, I hope it's enough+

hi babe! omg I love this idea I kinda went a lil crazy and made it way too long. I hope u enjoy :)!!

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

word count: 3.5k

mentions of: This is really just the fluff portion of it, kinda suggestive bc he pops a boner and leads to sex in part two. I think I’m going to make a third part simply so the two of you can go on a genuine date andsotheresmoreiidaxblackreaderouthere.

a/n: hells yeah that’s enough, hopefully I did what ya asked and so sorry I went overboard I have serious problems. here’s the smut part bc a 6.7k fic is doing too damn much but i can’t stfu my fault gang

moodboard here!

Tenya Iida.

4th year, Senior in college majoring in International Business and minoring in Spanish at Angelwood College of Arts and Sciences.

The visual arts building had only been a few minutes away from the business side of campus, which he gladly enjoyed the walk. This spring all he needed to finish was two gen ed classes, the rest revolved around his major and minor. His counselor helped set up his ‘missing’ classes before winter break considering he had to fly back to Japan to see his family for the holidays. He was ecstatic to learn all he needed was an art class with lab and a communications class. 

When he asked what the class entailed, all he was met with was “beginner artists learning anatomy.” It didn’t sound difficult, just draw what you see. It would be nice to try something new anyway. He was not much of an artist but like all things Tenya does, he planned to give this class his all. The first week had been pretty easy, learning how to draw what you see with the use of models, shapes, and lines. Nothing too hard to follow. He would practice drawing his friends on the sketchpad he bought specifically for the class as a form of studying in the free time he had.

He neverminded it for the most part, excelling his knowledge in different countries in his free time to get better at his major. Sure they could teach you the technical way to do things, but in the end, everyone is still human. It would be inconsiderate to do business with a country and know little to nothing about their culture! It took almost two weeks for him to finally be able to even start the art project anyway.

As time went on and the January snow grew less and less, it was time to start their first real project of the semester. One on One figure drawing. The class needed to fill out a form explaining their free hours due to the limited art space and everyone's different schedules. Tenya happily filled it out when it was posted, continuing to work on class work from the library so that the lecture room could also be used for said project.

Their professor had explained that in-person class would remain on Mondays and Thursdays. It just worked out better for the models and students to have so much space.

He made the small walk over to the arts building for his last class of the day, a small shine in his glasses as he entered the white light of the room. The walls were anything but bare, artwork and unfinished projects sat in every corner of the room. Paint racks, canvases big and small, even stacks of unused clay. There was a stool sitting on a small platform in the middle of the room, assuming where the model will sit. 

He stood next to the stool for a moment, looking up at the grey February sky through the skylight. The natural lighting was great, almost like a spotlight. He adjusted the lights in the room a moment, dimming them slightly so the white light hadn’t been so harsh on his eyes. He headed over to a more organized table, setting out the art supplies how he liked. He knew he was early, but he wanted to make a good first impression. What’s better than being on time?

He pulled out his laptop, checking that the few assignments for today were done and submitted. A small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he hadn’t finished something completely, typing in the last few answers. He always double checked, technology was reliable.. When it wanted to be. He couldn’t hear the shuffle of slippers against the floor over his typing and frankly, loud thinking. 

He could see someone walk past in a teal robe representing the university's colors. Glancing up from the computer to give the model a proper hello, Tenya opens his mouth to speak but pauses. 

“Y/n?” He asked, almost in a whisper in case he was wrong. A small look of confusion caused him to tilt his head to the side slightly. He hadn’t been able to see you for awhile with such busy schedules, but he knew your silhouette by heart. 

You turn at the sound of your name, mid sliding off the slippers and fumbling with the gold silk of the belt. “Tenya?” You smile, asking as you turn to slide your shoes back on and quickly shuffle your way over to him. He felt his face burn red, frozen in place for a moment with his jaw slack. He stood as if needing to detach from the seat, smiling at your happy demeanor and your quickness to wrap your arms around him. 

“It is you! I know those shoulders from anywhere!” You beamed, feeling his hovering hands slowly place themselves on your back to return the hug. He was very hesitant, simply because you were only in a robe. You pull away, hands resting on your hips and giving him a big smile. “Now what are you doin’ taking a figure drawing class, Mister businessman?”

He let out a sheepish chuckle, “I needed an art credit, W-What are u doing here?” He never had any classes with you at Angelwood, A few honors classes and gym in highschool but other than that, nada. Throughout the course of growing up, your interests drove you to different classes. 

However, classes don't matter when your families are as close as yours and the Iida family. Shared Holidays, playdates, game nights.. It wasn’t like you were some stranger. You both always made time to hang out a few times during the year to catch up without the family just to give a real check on each other. It was his favorite, almost like a mini holiday to talk to you.

He loved spending time with you. You were smart, articulated and incredibly creative. You never took slack from anyone.. Even in middle school he can remember you being the one to stand up and say something when things weren’t right. You were headstrong and determined in anything that you did.. Art majors always get a lot of grief but you never let that deter you. And that was admirable in itself! ..And he had always thought you were so pretty. 

He felt like a kid again, heart feeling as if it’d beat out of his chest at the mere sight of you. It had been around Halloween the last time he saw you, and here it was. Almost Valentine's day.. Still as pretty and bright as he remembered. Your next hangout wasn't for another month or so, so it was nice to see you sooner than that.

“I'm your model, silly!” You head over to the stool, continuing to speak. “The art department asked if I’d help in modeling and I said yes! People were too scared to sign up for the most part. I’m surprised this is the class you picked. Did you want to learn how to draw people?” You slide your slippers off once more, untying the cute bow on your hip that held your robe shut. 

Suddenly the room was very hot and he couldn't breathe. Now his heart really WAS beating out of his chest. He quickly did a 180, shielding his eyes and removing his glasses for extra measure. “WHY– do yoU have.. nothing on underrrrneath?” He croaked, voice cracking as his tone raised slightly.

You tilt your head at such a question, the gears clicking a little later than they should have. “Figure drawing is um.. Nude drawing, Tenya. You didn't know that?” You slide the robe back on, giggling at the flustered man across from you. You could see his shoulders tense, shaking his head slowly.

Now how the fuck could he have missed that.

“I um.. No, I didn't. I thought that it was.. I don't know what I thought. My counselor picked it for me and I.. Most models we've used so far have.. had skin colored undergarments… On.” He let out a nervous laugh, keeping his glasses off. He turns around, cleaning them with the end of his shirt but refusing to look up at you. He needed to mentally prepare his brain to be professional in a situation like this. Not that he minded the glance, he just never thought this would be how..

You prop your feet onto the edge of the stool, interrupting his thought. You held your knees up to your chest so he couldn’t see anything but your bare legs. “Oh Ten, I’m sorry! I can ask someone else to-”

“No! I am perfectly.. capable. It's professional and I can be.. professional..” He put his glasses back on, hand refusing to be steady as he did so. He let out a shaky sigh, smiling at you and finally looking at you once more.

You let out a small laugh at the blush on his cheeks. He was so handsome, but to see him so flustered over little ol’ you? It made your week. “We can start slow, that might help.” you slide the robe down your shoulders, slowly putting your legs back down so he could see your robed torso once more. You stopped at the top of your breasts, letting your collarbone show. “Do you have any specific poses..?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your amusement.

He sits down, red faced and completely flushed. A nude model.. jeez. From sleepovers to recess, studying together to graduating, and now almost graduating for the final time together. That's something you don’t get to have in every lifetime. But why do these thoughts keep coming back to him now? 

There was no way he could still have romantic feelings for you. He’d never put your friendship at risk like that!

..right?

“I um.. yeah, small.” He cleared his throat, “Could you um.. Could you stand slightly off of the um.. Almost like getting up?” He fumbled over his words, staring at the empty paper as if he could burn the quick image in his brain onto the page to get the embarrassment over with. He sighed once more, trying to focus as he began sketching circles and lines as a starter sketch of the pose he wanted.

“When you need to draw a certain part I'll move it, Sound fair?” You ask, resting one foot onto the stool and one onto the ground. Your hand gripped the seat as your butt sat on the edge, similar to when people do that supposedly hot thing where they throw their head back and pull some weird rope to have water get poured on them. 

It was second nature at this point for people to see you. Of course some of them were flustered and it was pretty awkward at first, but normally not to the point of stuttering and stammering. It wasn’t often that you saw Tenya fall apart, but this was way different. Especially considering you flashed him without warning. He was one of the most endearing people you had ever met, there was no way you would have done that without proper context.

He could only nod in response, not wanting to further make a fool of himself. Lightly tapping the pencil against the table, He looks up at you. “You can um.. re.. remove the top part, y/n..” It was hard to simply draw your arms and collarbone without including the robe, so you might as well rip the band-aid off and start with the top. 

You nod, dropping it happily and letting the robe pull around your hips and between your legs. You close your eyes, facing up toward the skylight in an attempt to make him less nervous. “Sorry for flashing you at first, I would have explained but I assumed you had already known..?” You laugh quietly to yourself at your own mistake. Why would someone like him even take this class if he knew what it actually entailed?

And God, did he feel like a pervert staring at your chest like this. The boner poking his thigh almost immediately didn't help, making it even harder to concentrate. Way to keep composure. He pressed his lips together for a moment before speaking. “I had no idea, I’m sorry for my r..reaction.” He answered, stopping the pencil tapping to actually begin sketching more than just circles and lines. He hadn’t meant to yell, but he felt like he was close to passing out. 

“I think it was a pretty valid one.” You send a reassuring smile his way, seeing him send you one right back. Trying to ease the mood, you look back up at the ceiling and close your eyes to avoid staring at the ugly overcast sky above you. “How was winter break? You get to go home and see your family? How are they?” 

His smile grew wider at your question, scooting under the desk a bit more so that you hopefully wouldn’t notice his body reacting. “They’re great, Tensei is getting married soon,” He sounded excited at the thought alone, incredibly proud of his brother. 

“And my mother has started a hobby making soap, if you can believe it. She sent me some to bring back one that smells like lavender and another that smells like oranges mixed with I believe she said papaya.? She made a coconut smelling one for you– I was going to give it to you the next time we saw each other,” 

The sound of his sketching stopped and started as he spoke, giving your body small glances as he tried to study each part of your upper torso. The way your stomach creased, The way your shoulder was slightly lifted causing your collarbone to be more prominent, the curve of your breasts.. “How was your Holiday, y/n?”

“No way, Tensei is getting married?!” You accidentally stop posing, fully facing him in genuine shock. The robe was still covering your lower half, you had tied the belt to avoid accidentally flashing him again but here we are. You watch his face become even more red, eyes very obviously not meeting yours but still like a deer in headlights. 

You quickly get back to posing how you were, “Sorry Ten, That's amazing!! I hope everything goes smoothly for him and his soon to be wife.. And tell your mommy I said thank you for thinking of me. I can't wait to try it!”

A smile stayed on your lips as you thought about the times you’ve spent in the Iida household. His mother always had the best candles and incense burning, you were positive the soap would be the same. “My family is up to the same old shit, you know them..” You let out a small groan, the holidays weren’t an absolute disaster, but after not being home so long makes you remember why you aren’t going to school anywhere near home. 

“I did get some cool stuff for Christmas though! I got some new clothes and they got me a few art kits. You know, where it teaches you how to crochet? I also have a new diamond painting kit, I haven't opened either yet because it's just been so busy.” You replied, tapping your fingers on the side of the stool where your hand sat. 

You look up once more, this time because the skylight was beginning to be covered in snow. You watched as it fell, thinking back to old times when you and Tenya would spend the last three major holidays with each other. You’d always make sure to trick or treat together, your families have been sharing Thanksgiving for as long as you can remember, and spending the night in your basement on Christmas eve to wait for Santa until you were both too old. Then instead of waiting for Santa, you’d all eat at least one meal together on Christmas day. Sometimes homemade breakfast, other times a small trip to IHOP or Waffle House.

“God damn it.. It’s snowing again..” You let out a small laugh, looking over at him over your shoulder, fingers still tapping away at the base of the stool. “Hey Ten, Do you remember when we used to have those big snowball fights? The one near Red Fern?” 

“Of course I do! You refused to wear any kind of gloves and my mother would make you at least put socks on your hands so you didn’t get frostbite!” The two of you shared a small laugh at the memories of being young and dumb.

“Gloves always made my hands too itchy! They still do– But I kicked your ass in snowball fights with gloves or not.” You retort, a smirk appearing on your face. “Ice queen y/n of everything.” You could remember the insane snowball fights the neighborhood kids would have every. time. It snowed. If there was enough to make a few snowballs, there was enough to start a war. Tenya was always on your team, but it never stopped you from throwing a few his way. The ‘winner’ was King or Queen of the hill and first to sled down, which often enough was you.

“Remember when you almost broke my glasses throwing one right at my face?” He snickered, watching your smirk turn into a small pouty frown. He knew you didn’t mean to, that same day you helped your mom make cookies for him and his family as an apology, even though he wasn’t upset to begin with. But you knew it could have broken his glasses and you would be devastated if you were the reason for it. You were a real sweetheart, even if you had a weird way of showing sometimes.

“Hey! You know that wasn’t on purpose, I felt really bad after! I even let you get me back!” Which was true, but he never aimed for your face. Always a spot on your fluffy coat, never your legs because you hated your pants being wet… and a face shot just felt wrong to him. 

“Yeah, Yeah. I remember that part too,” He smiled to himself. “Those were really good times.. I remember Tensei always bringing us hot chocolate and we’d sit on your porch and draw things in the snow..”

“Oh! And when we’d come back all wet and mom already had spare clothes in her hands because she didn’t want it on the carpet. We’d put on too big clothes just to sit and watch Christmas movies..” You missed those times. But they never really had to stop, you two could have a huge snowball fight after this if you wanted to and the snow stuck. Was he too grown for that? Would it even sound fun to him?

“Do you still watch A Year Without Santa Clause every year?” He asks, breaking your train of thought. You nodded quickly at his question, grinning like a maniac. “Of course I do! And I watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas, Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.. And sometimes Spongebob's Christmas Special. Do you still watch old Christmas cartoons?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t wanna ruin tradition.” He answered, pressing his lips together slightly as he stared down at the paper. You can tell he freezes a bit, the sound of his scribbling coming to a stop. He set the pencil down, rubbing the sweat of his hands onto his thighs.

 “You can um.. remOove-..” He quickly cleared his throat, “The rest.” He let out a disappointed sigh at his inability to keep composure. This wouldn't be half the problem it was if it was someone else modeling. But this is you we're talking about. 

“You sure? If you need a minute we can take a break, honey.” You gave him a sympathetic look, still smiling but this time more.. warm. The kind of smile someone gives to another when they genuinely care for them. Or love them for that matter. He adored it, it was the same smile you'd give him when saying he needs to take a break, the same smile you give him when the two of you out to get coffee and catch up. The same smile he's fallen for many, many times. 

But to tell you the truth? It’s driving him crazy. All of this. Was driving him crazy. No matter how hard he tried to be professional, he could stop his wandering mind. You were a goddess. What else was there to do besides take a break and hopefully release some steam in the bathroom or something. Completely inappropriate, but the pain from being hard for so long was starting to cloud the best judgment. 

He looks down at the sketch so far, then back to you as he rubbed his hand upward against his face. It pushed his glasses up, causing them to be crooked when going back down. “I um.. I think I do.. need a minute.” His voice died out as he watched you slide the robe back on, words failing him because couldn’t think completely straight.

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[rissouu]

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pairings: gojo, toji, nanami, geto, hawks, shigaraki, bakugo, and dabi!

warnings: clingyness, lil toxic, mentions of violence (not in a serious way), cursing, + etc!

authors note: erm hay yall i am aware ive been slacking pls have mercy, im tryna get my motivation back! anywaysss came from this request, ty for requesting hun i hope you all enjoy <3 (my requests are always open jus read my rules first).

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you always thought katsuki was disgusted with you. when you first met him it really upset you but overtime you got use to it. you were use to his lingering looks on his body and how he scoffed whenever you spoke you kirishima and kaminari.

the conclusion that anyone in your situation would come to is that he hates you. maybe he even dislikes that someone of your size is a hero. he may not like you but you know his friends do and you like them too.

little did you know that katsuki wasn't disgusted with you, he didn't hate you, in fact it was the opposite, he quite possibly loves you, he always has. he knows he shouldn't be jealous but whenever you talk to shitty hair and dunce face he gets annoyed because you're his girl, it's like they're doing it on purpose. in his eyes it's just a couple more years until he's rightfully the number one hero and then he'll deserve you and you'll officially be his, he'll take you on a date and buy your favourite things and cook your favourite foods.

until then though he hates every single second his friends talk to you. he hopes you don't notice that he looks at you a bit too long. you're just so beautiful he can't help it, your squishy tummy and your plush thighs and your round frame, he just wants to wrap you in his arms and never let you go. until that time he can do that though he'll accidentally make you think he doesn't like you and he's none the wiser. if he knew, he'd put you straight and likely ask you out in the process angry at the entire thing. maybe one day soon you'll decide to confront him on the way he acts towards you, maybe that will be the push he needs.

[krak-jj]

His arm around you.

Bakugo K. × Chubby reader

!lowercase intended for this story!

warnings!

Curssing

bakugo being bakugo

Hope you enjoy!- JJ

Something you've realized as you've dated bakugo is that he can't keep his hands off you.

even if it's something small, like having a hand on the small of your back, his arm on your shoulders, or even his hand on you plush thigh.

it's like he has to be touching you at all times.

it never really bothered you, the way his larger hands squeezed your hips. but it was a surprise when he did it in public as he never seemed like the type to show any form of pda, but even in public he can't seem to keep himself from putting an arm around your shoulder or waist, claiming you as his with every passerby.

"Katsuki?" your voice rang in his ears.

his ruby red eyes looked down at you, no malice, annoyance, or bother present in his stare. "thought you didn't like pda?" your voice came out soft to him.

"don't." gruff but calm, that's what it sounded like to you, and only for you. his arm pulled you closer, "but i've gotta show all those damn losers you're mine. "

he would never admit, but. the small smile that your chubby cheeks showed will always be one of his favorite sights. the way your soft hand clapsed around the hand that lay lazily around your shoulder would be his favorite feeling.

"that makes sense." your voice would always be his favorite sound as his hand let go of yours to rest on your plush hips. he scoffed "course it does."

You're his favorite.

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[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.

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minors dni! multi-fandom. mostly nsfw, some fluff, and some explicit dark content. please be mindful of the tw’s.

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bakugou x chubby reader (nsfw)

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bnha boys x chubby reader (nsfw)

bakugou is possessive headcanon (nsfw)

random kirishima thought nsfw)

bnha boys x reader (flinching, trauma)

bakugou x reader who gets injured

aizawa x teacher reader (nsfw)

wolverine x reader (nsfw)

azriel x reader (nsfw)

a lot of these are older but i’m trying to get new stuff out soon 🩵

[mynameisnotfiveweenies]

You've always been beautiful | Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Reader

Summary: After a bad date, Bakugou comforts you

Being in love was hard. Being in love with Katsuki Bakugou was even harder.

We went to middle school together and he was an ass. He thought because he had an amazing quirk that made him better than everyone else, I didn't like that. Izuku is my best friend and a target for bullies. I would take no shit. I stood up for Izuku many times, using my water quirk to counteract Bakugou's explosions. He turned a nasty shade of red whenever I did that.

Izuku learnt how to stand up for himself in UA and developed into an amazing hero so I wasn't needed as much to fight off the bullies, which meant me and Bakugou became nothing but classmates. That was until I began to fall for him.

It was easy, natural. I first started noticing him, like really noticing. The way he would train in class, the way his back muscles would tense under his costume when we would be in class, everything. I didn't tell anyone. There was no way he would like me or even find me attractive, so I kept it to myself.

It was around the middle of third year, when I had turned eighteen, that I started dating. I was on the usual apps and met a few people from there, most of them nice, some neutral and one guy a complete dick.

This one guy, lets call him Pete, was an asshole. I have always been big. Despite the training and the diet, I was big. It rarely bothered me and it never effected my training. I was happy with the way I looked.

I dressed in a maxi length, bodycon dress that clung to my hips, ass and my belly. I wore a cropped denim jacket to keep the cold out. I felt confident and wore light makeup and hoop earrings.

I came down from my dorm room and passed the living room, where everyone was having a movie night. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and my cheeks heated up.

Mina was the first to notice me as I tried to sneak passed and wolf whistled. "Damn mama!"

The whole class turned then and the whistling continued.

I couldn't help but glance at Bakugou. He did not whistle but he eyes were fixed on me. I placed my hands in front of my belly and walked quickly to the door, wanting to escape his gaze.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed as I opened the door.

"Use protection!" I heard Mina shout and I giggled out the door.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant. I turned up ten minutes late and found him siting near the window.

"Hey!" I greeted and he looked up.

He looked at me with wide eyes as I sat down.

That's when I knew, he didn't think I was going to be big.

My pictures did not hide anything, I showed everything as I had enough of being turned down because of my weight. He seemed to expect someone smaller.

The first red flag was when I ordered.

"I'll have a burger please." I shut the menu and handed it to the waitress with a smile.

"Really?" He said, his eyebrow turned up.

"Yeah?"

He didn't reply but his eyes were wide, I held my tongue.

The food was really good but he barely spoke. He kept glancing at me.

We ended the date and I couldn't wait to get out. I knew he wasn't interested and made me split the bill.

We were outside, he was waiting for a taxi. I said, "Thanks for the date."

He scoffed, putting a cigeratte between his teeth. "Well, you should really warn your dates you're fat in the future, by the way."

Despite everything, it stung.

"Yeah?" I said, my anger building. "Well you should warn your dates you're a short asshole, by the way."

I turned on my heel and walked away. My anger made me walk fast until I got closer to the dorms and I began to cry.

It was stupid. I liked how I looked but the comments were hard sometimes. I had been told my whole life that unless I lost weight, no one would ever love me. I believed for a long time. I tried everything, every diet you can think of. I starved myself, made myself sick but this is it. I am just big. I train everyday and eat well to be a hero for fucks sake, I am not unhealthy. But, a small part of me still believed that.

I made it to the dorms and sat down on the porch steps, sobbing.

I kept crying until I heard the front door open, I wiped my tears as quickly as I could. I looked up and saw Bakugou standing there, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can you cry any louder?" He said before sitting next to me, sighing.

I chuckled humourlessly, wiping my eyes. "Sorry."

He looked at me curiously, "What no 'fuck off'?"

I shook my head, "Not in the mood to fight tonight Bakugou."

He stayed quiet for a bit before, "Does this have something to do with your date?"

I looked over at him for a minute. "Do you really wanna hear about it?"

He nodded, serious. Weird.

"Well, the guy was obviously expecting someone who looked very different from me." My throat caught and I breathed evenly. "He barely spoke and kept just...glancing. I ordered a burger and he was all like 'really?' You know? Insinuating I should eat a salad or something."

Bakugou scoffed, his face contoured in familiar anger.

"I ignored it and carried the conversation. At the end, I said thank you and you know what he said?"

I looked over at Bakugou, tears in my eyes. He inclined his head. I looked away.

"He said, 'next time you should warn your dates your fat'. Like the way I am and the way I look should come with a warning label...its not like I hide it, all my pictures you can see I'm big."

We stayed quiet for a while and I silently cried.

"Y/N..." Bakugou began and I looked over. He didn't look angry now, he looked murderous. "I hope you know you deserve a lot better than that asshole."

I began to speak and he cut off me off. "Just because your big doesn't mean your unattractive. If anything, you're even more attractive for it."

I stayed silent, taking it all in. It was strange, hearing Bakugou be so nice to me.

"You've always been beautiful, even when we were kids. Don't let one asshole make you this upset."

My stomach clenched as he spoke, taking in his words. Oh my god. I couldn't believe it.

I looked at him, my mouth parted slightly. "You mean it?"

He looked forward, refusing to meet my eyes but nodded.

I grinned, leant forward and kissed his cheek lightly. He tensed up but I stood up before he could say anything. He looked up at me, a slight pink to his cheeks that made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

"You're beautiful too, Katsuki." I said and then quickly escaped back into the dorms.

The look on his face, rosey cheeks and lips parted made me burst with hope. Maybe, just maybe, my crush on him is reciprocated.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! As a big girl myself I love writing this kind of thing, send in your requests!

[tootiecakes234]

Warning: nsfw(ish); minors DNI

THIGH MEN!!

He loves your thighs. He is always touching and squeezing them. Absolutely loves when you sit down and they spread out looking like soft dough for him to play with.

Imagine you buy some thigh high boots!! He hasn’t seen them yet cuz you wanna surprise him. You’re both getting ready to head to a party and while he’s in the bathroom you put them on.

You’re standing and adjusting them when he walks out and you almost end that man’s life. He nearly starts bleeding from his nose looking at you.

Lmao you guys do NOT make it to that party. You end up being fucked into the mattress with your boot clad thighs wrapped tight around his waist. Man has the stamina of a god and does not let up on you the rest of the night.

If you plan on actually getting out of the house do not put them on again. results will only repeat themselves.

Extra:

When his friends ask what happened to him coming out, he just shrugs and says “we had a party of our own last night”😭 has no shame!

Kotaro Bokuto, Fatgum, Eijirou Kirishima, Itadori Yuuji, Connie Springer, Tanaka Ryuunoske, Tengen Uzui, any of your faves…

[luviisabella]

“Bakugou Katsuki !”

You can’t help but giggle when you hear heavy footsteps making their way to your bed.

“Fuck what is it ?!”

His hair is a mess, his sweatpants were untied and fell a little loose showing off his Calvin Klein boxers (that he models for), and his shirt was also lifted a little with slight wrinkles, but nothing beat the expression on his face.

“You’re so cute.”

His body relaxes once he realizes you were just teasing him, he walks over to you before pressing his entire body weight against you.

“Kats’ !!” You can’t help but laugh as you try pushing him off. “You know you’re heavy !”

He ignores you, yawning into the bed so you decided to tug on his hair earning a soft groan from him.

He looks up at you in silence.

“You don’t like it hm?”

You watch him with curious eyes as he presses his face into your thighs causing you to flinch at the sudden contact of his teeth.

—

“Yeah but you do.”

[sawbiter]

rivalry - katsuki bakugō

cw - fluff, tiniest bits of angst??, chubby reader, fem reader, rivalry (as the title states lol), competitive reader, yelling, denial of feelings, jealousy, pining, mean guy whose a softie just for his girlfriend type beat. this might not be very in character..

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bakugo hates you.

god, he really does hate you.

he hates the way your stupid smile makes your chubby cheeks even cuter, he hates the way you always argue back against him, even when he's yelling and everyone else is seated and taking it, you're there telling him to shut the fuck up and stop being such a dickhead. he hates how it hasn't made him angry in months.

he hates how impressed he is with you. you're so soft, so pretty. he hates the beautiful chub on your tummy, how you basically bounce with joy when you laugh.

he hates you, he swears.

-

bakugou hates you, but he can't help but feel jealous when you talk to others.

you're supposed to be his opponent, not izuku's. so stop talking to that damn extra and come argue with him. shit, you don't even have to argue, anything to get you away from that stupid extra and near him.

he's never had thoughts like those before, especially not about someone who fights with him and argues with him constantly.

which is why, when he doesn't know what to do, he picks a fight.

“hey, y/n!” he shouts, and you turn your head, previous beautiful smile still ghosting on your face, “ready to get your ass kicked in training?”

you grin, “as if. i'm gonna leave your ass in the dust, thank you very much.”

he grins, he got the response he wanted, and your attention was off that damn nerd.

-

katsuki ended up winning the first fight.

in the second, he had you pinned beneath him, your pretty face hidden by the ground your face was smushed against.

wait- why the fuck are you suddenly so pretty?

you used this sudden distraction to flip him over, your plush thighs against his chest, keeping him down.

and though he definitely could have flipped you back over; he didn't. you were so, so pretty. your lips looked perfect. you looked perfect.

he was distracted the rest of the day.

he realized why he liked arguing with you so much. and he wasn't no pussy, so he has to do something about it.

-

later that night, katsuki would knock on your door, blushing and angry, shove roses into your hands, and slam your own door in your face.

the note he left with the bouquet was a paragraph long about how much he hated you, but not really. how that this doesn't mean he won't still kick your ass in training.

you would laugh, that beautiful laugh of yours that he hated loved so much, open the door to see him still outside, feeling like a damn idiot waiting in the hallways of the dorms way past his usual sleep time.

you'd laugh at him, before pressing his lips against yours and hugging him tightly. (he wasn't blushing at all, stop lying.)

katsuki hates loves you, but he'll still fight with you any day.

[straberrycore]

COMFORT pt.2

Henry bower x soft poc reader

Warning: talk of violence and slurs

(Fluff/kissing/emotional/cringe/anger/ violence/fluffsmut/warmsmut)

Disclaimer: pls do not laugh at this peace of hot garbage I know it's bad so pls be nice this is my first story and if the views are bad then it will be my last thy very much.

“The devil will destroy and kill your spirit and your love for god if you let it”.

“Amen,” my mother shouted in response to what the reverend said.

I was currently in church sitting around in boredom as my ears rang from all the loud cheers and shouts the people in the crowd were letting out.

My sister is so lucky she gets to go to the back with the rest of the kids in Sunday school which is a fun time they never learn anything in there.

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Just as church was over everyone was standing outside it was a hot summer day the only thing cooling everyone off was the amazing breeze passing by.

My parents were still in the church talking to the reverend. Just then I felt something hit me I turned around to see a dirty blonde-haired boy walking to the back of the church.

I followed him and before I could turn the corner a hand grabbed mine and threw me against the church wall.

I then felt something wet on my neck when I opened my eyes it was Henry kissing my neck. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “It took forever for you to get out of that church,” Henry said the sound of hunger in his voice

He kissed my lips taking a moment to look at them and then kissing them again. Just as I started to comprehend everything I looked at Henry to see he had another black eye it’s like his third one in 2 months.

I grabbed his head and examined his face. His facial expression got sad like a puppy’s “Why do you keep letting your dad do this to”

He then backed away a little “What am I supposed to do Y/N he’s my dad “ he said sounding so defeated.

“Exactly he’s your dad he shouldn’t be putting his hands on you” is said grabbing his face with both my hands “ I don’t want to talk about that right now Y/N,” he said pecking my lips.

He had a grasp on my Sunday dress so I already knew what that meant. Henry started getting on his knees as he slowly pulled my thin floral dress up I held some of it up for him as he started to pull my pink lace panties down my legs.

He fully took them off and put them in his pocket after he grabbed my legs and pulled them a bit apart. Giving my already wet cunt a lick I kinda flinched once I felt his warm Tongue between the lips of my Vigina and into my hole.

I felt so dirty knowing that I kinda liked it but also being able to still hear the church people in the front chit-chatting. “You taste so good” Henry mumbled his words seeing as he was face deep in my cunt his mouth soaked in wetness.

“Y/N come on where leaving” I heard my mother yell my eyes shot open as I looked down at Henry to see he was already looking at me. He stood up and pulled my dress down he grabbed my face and kissed my lips again “I’ll see you later” he said.

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“LEAVE IT ALONE Y/N”

Henry slapped me and then yelled at me as he had me pinned to the bed my eyes started to tear up a bit.

Henry was telling me all the horrible things his dad does to him and he was crying so I told him I could go to the reverend at my church and get some help for him and now here we are.

“Say you won’t tell the reverend,” he said I started sobbing as hot tears fell from my eyes like water he slapped me again and started choking me.

“Say you won’t tell that goddamn reverend Y/N”

“……”

“I swear to fucking god Y/N SAY IT”

“I won’t go to the reverend…I’m sorry” I said as I cried even more and could feel my face getting hotter Henry stopped choking me and came down to my face giving me soft kisses all over it and shushing me.

Henry got up and walked out of the room leaving me there I curled up into a ball crying hard feeling my face get hotter.

I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up it was night and I was still in Henry’s room the only thing illuminating it was the moonlight light my skin felt terrible as the tears I cried dried up on my face and left a trail on my skin.

I got up and walked down the hall to the living room to see Henry in the living room watching TV. “Henry I’m going home now,” I said my voice very low as I put my baby blue sweater back on. I started to look around “Is your dad home”

I asked he looked up at me and shook his head “No he’s working a night shift” Henry said Looking back at the tv. I sat next to him on the couch I put my head on his shoulder watching the TV with him

“I’m sorry Y/N” Henry said low while still looking at the tv. I sat up and looked at him garbing his face and kissing him softly on his lips. When I looked back at his face he had tears running down his face he then put his arms around me hugging me tightly.

As he hugged me he gave me kisses on my neck “I’m so fucking sorry Y/N please forgive me” he said while still crying and kinda whimpering.

(We love a pathetic man 😫)

It started to get kinda hot as Henry started kissing lower and lower down my body taking my sweater off again and pulling the straps on my dress down my arms until my dress fell to my waist and my chest was exposed.

Henry then took his shirt off moved the blanket that was behind me on the couch and laid me on my back getting on top of me and taking my dress fully off.

I cover my boobs as he took my now white panties off and threw them above my head somewhere. Once he saw me covering myself he moved my hands and started to kiss my chest.

Henry got up and took his pants off then his boxers I stayed silent looking at his already hard dick then up at him it looked to be about 7 inches but it was also thick. The tip was red and his balls hung low.

He then got back on top of me kissing me again I put my hands on his chest stopped him and said “Do you have a condom Henry” he looked at me for a second then he looked around “A condom ?” he asked “ my parents don’t let me take birth control so we’ll have to use a condom Henry. Do you have any around”

It was kinda funny watching him stand in the middle of the living room with his dick just hanging out as he scratched the back of his head trying to think.

He walked out of the living room and when he came back he had a condom in his hands. It was hot watching him open it and slide it on his cock. Henry got back on top of me and slowly started to put it in.

It felt like he was ripping me open so I grabbed his back and held onto him. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth “goddamn” I heard Henry say as he had a good amount inside of me but that wasn’t all of him. He started to move till I grabbed his shoulders “Wait Henry let me adjust” We stayed like that for a good minute so I could adjust to Henry's dick before he started moving again.

I tapped Henry on the shoulder letting him know he could move. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in slower. It felt like fire was inside of me but slowly it started to feel good.

Henry laid on top of me putting his head on my neck I could feel his breath on my neck and I could feel every single noise he made in my ear

“A little faster Henry” I whisper, once he heard that he picked up the pace and started to move in and out of me faster I could hear him cussing under his breath as he put one hand above my head and the other on top of my right breast As he went faster.

“fuck Henry,” I said as he pushed himself up and started to give me desperate slow hard strokes.

It felt so good I had a lump in my throat and was teary eyed “fuck you feel amazing Y/N” he said with his eyes closed he moved his hand from above my head and moved it as he pulled my left leg up and help it down going deeper in me.

I sat up on my elbows and threw my head back “Right there Henry god” Henry laid on me and put his arms around me in a hug as he stirred his hips giving me deep pathetic humping strokes. “Am I doing good?” he asked

I nodded my head not being able to say anything just taking in the euphoric feeling. “Does it feel good” he breathed out I nodded my head again saying “Mhm”

Henry then pulled out and turned me on my side to face the tv he got behind me and put my leg up then sliding back in me.

It still hurt but when it was fully in it felt amazing again. “Shit Y/N you're so tight,” he said putting his arm under me and grabbing one of my boobs squeezing it like a stress ball “Please fuck me, Henry”

I moaned just from that then again once Henry started to thrust. My leg burned as Henry held it up. I could feel Henry’s balls slapping against my pussy and The sound of him violating my wet cut going in and out so rough and the wetness dripping down on the couch and his ball just the sound of all that filled the room.

If anyone came in on us it would be very obvious what we were doing. Henry let go of my leg and hugged my waist his hand still playing and pulling on my breast as he started to go at a fast pace I started to get a weird feeling in my stomach and as he went faster .

Henry grabbed my neck as he moaned in my ear “fuck I’m sorry for hurting you Y/N I’m so fucking sorry” Henry pleads. With just his words that feeling in my stomach let go and my body felt electric it felt like my pussy had butterflies in it. Henry’s thrust got sloppier and fast yet slow at the same time After that I was spent but with Henry going feral trying to chase his high my already sore cunt was being tortured at that point but it still felt so good.

“I’m so sorry please for gi….ve me……ple…ase”

He said low as his thrust came to a stop yet his hips still twitched forward. He let out a satisfied huff and put one arm under my head and the other over my stomach only to go up and start playing with my breast. Henry laid his head between my neck as we laid on the couch in silence while the “price is right” played in the background and the tv illuminated the living room.

I looked behind me to see Henry fast asleep I got up and put my clothes back on I woke Henry who was half asleep and walked him to his room taking his clothes with him.

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I already had an alibi, so once I got home, my parents did not suspect anything. I went to my room and gathered my things to take a shower.

Once I got out I looked at myself in the mirror to see I had hickeys all over me on my neck and my chest my Breasts were red they had scratches all over them from Henry grabbing them like baseballs.

Everything about me felt different. I didn’t feel the same, and I knew it was because of what I did with Henry.

But I also thought of Henry. I remember the way he looked above me, the way he moved my legs so he could go deeper inside of me, how rough he was how much he moaned, and how he sounded when he moaned.

All of that running through my mind kinda made me HORNY?

I don’t know what that word means too much but my friend said it means “In the mood for something”

And right now I was.

[tang3r1n]

tw; panic attacks, bad self image, implied father/parental issues, bad mental health, self-deprecating thoughts. (reader is implied to be aizawa’s student/hes implied to be a sort of father to them. platonic vibes, but big on physical touch cause it’s my love language)

“my head hurts.”

“take some aspirins then, hon,”

“m’kay,”

aizawa was still nose deep in paperwork, one hand scribbling away on his… less than… academically inclined students, the other softly rubbing your legs spread across his lap. the calluses on his hands felt like sandpaper, but in a nice way, “…your hand feels like a cat tongue.”

“…” he laughs a bit, “…thanks, your legs feel furry,” you scoff and lightly kick him in the gut, causing aizawa to laugh louder, “kidding, kidding,” you lean back down, staring up at the popcorn ceiling above you.

your head feels funny, your nose stopped up, cheeks buzzing and tight. your eyes burned, rubbed raw from crying for the better part of two hours. a heavy sigh was forced upon you, heaving your chest harshly before your breath staccatos out of your lungs rather roughly.

aizawa pats your thigh, tired eyes swiping over to look at you for a moment. you were in the ‘aftershock’ phase of a panic attack, face puffy and flushed, your skin was still stick with tears you didn’t even register falling. he sighed, taking off his glasses and heaving you closer with a grand show of struggle as he groaned and huffed your hips up onto his lap.

you sighed, face numb as he forced you to sit up, your head swimming in the heavy mix of tears and aizawa’s cologne while he wiped at your face. he rubbed away your shiny tears and snot with a soft tissue, patting your back to the rhythm of your heartbeat, “you still feeling it?”

you nod.

“wanna eat something?”

you shake your head ‘no’.

“wanna put something on to watch?” he bends down, grabbing a water and opening it, holding it to your mouth as you take a big gulp. the cold water shocks you, it feels nice.

you shake your head ‘no’, again.

he takes your hands into one of his larger ones, the other still patting your back softly. he starts to rock you two back and forth.

“you’ll be okay,”

you nod, his soft tone makes your nose itch, your throat closes up and your eyes well back up.

“and i’ll be here,”

tears fall slowly, fat and slow as they trail new tracts down your hot skin, burning from the pressure pushed against it.

“every time.” he kisses your forehead, “i’ll always be here for you.”

you start to pant and huff again, chest tight as the tears turn fast and hot. his hand just squeezes yours, still rocking softly, still patting your back in that same rhythm.

“i love you.”

a shrill gasp escapes you, throat burning as air claws down the raw tunnel. you feel loved and it feels awfully warm. sickeningly comforting. it’s terrifying, how softly he handles you, it’s horrifying, how slow he is. you’ve begged for love like this all your life, and now that you have it, you’re petrified he’ll leave, clawing at his sweater, desperate for his warmth, craving his love like the air forcing itself into your deprived body.

but he stays.

he stays, rocking you both, patting your back, aspirin bottle open and knocked to the ground, water spilt all over his younger student’s exams, his ‘old man’ glasses thrown to the floor with your flailing. you’re so ugly, so broken, so jumbled and mixed up and upset and ruined and worthless and sensitive and hungry—

but he stays. he’s there, holding you, breathing for you, feeding you his love, teaspoon at a time, one ‘i love you’ at a time, one aspirin at a time.