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chaibewriting · 5 months

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A DOLLAR MAKE 'IM HOLLER (pt. three)

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! katsuki bakugou

masterlist. part one. part two.

-> NOTES: my bad y'all, didn't mean to take so long with this part, but life was happening, however, i'm somewhat pleased with the way that this turned out and I hope that this chapter was worth the wait, the next chapter will be even more of a conundrum. be on the look out for that one soon because I've already started writin' it. -> WARNINGS: threatening messages, unknown numbers, stalking, manipulation. -> WORD COUNT: 5.2k

FALLING asleep after such experiencing such a terrifying chain of events was no easy fret, however, you managed to somehow fall into a dreamless sleep. Perhaps you were outwardly glad to not be back alone at your apartment and your long time best friend sleeping beside you managed to put you at ease. You were grateful for her and Tanjiro, they had come rushing to your aid as soon as you’d called out for them. Asking for assistance or help of any kind was a bit of a struggle for you at times, especially considering how you were raised.

As the sun began to rise, revealing itself through the window of Nezuko’s bedroom, you stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes, lids fluttering as they adjust to your surroundings. To your surprise and sudden realization, Nezuko had scooted closer to you in her sleep and wrapped an arm protectively around your waist with her cheek squished against your back, effectively spooning you from behind. Fortunately, it was a rather cold season so the extra warmth was welcomed, even if it was by surprise. Then again, Nezuko always had a tendency to be a bit of a cuddle bug in her sleep, you had learned to live with it, finding it somewhat endearing.

Carefully, you lifted her arm just a smidge, enough to slip from her hold and sit up, then carefully tucked the pillow you’d been laying your head on under her arm, which she immediately cuddled to her chest.

When your feet touched the floor on the side of the bed, you sighed, reaching up to rub at your temples for a moment of clarity. The memories of the previous day were coming back to you slowly, but still all equally frightening. Suddenly, you look towards the nearby dresser where you recently left your phone and something /told/ you to get up and look at it. Your intuition screamed for you to, and so, you do exactly that, relatively slowly but you still manage to stand up and shuffle towards the dresser. Sharply inhaling, you snatch up your phone, and thanks to oh-so-wonderful technology and its ability to detect motion, your screen flashed on and previews of notifications appeared, one new message waiting to be read. After unlocking your phone you hesitated for a moment's time, but your finger betrayed you as you opened the message to full-screen and nearly vomited after reading what you’d been sent. Squeezing the device in your hand, you were sure that if you were any stronger you would have crushed it in your hands.

Nothing had prepared you when there was a sudden blare of an alarm behind you, causing you to yelp and nearly jump a foot off the ground, dropping your phone in the process.

Fucking Apple alarms…

Rising like a vampire from a coffin, Nezuko sits up straight in her bed and yawns, scratching at the back of her neck and grunting when she realizes some hair had slipped from the bonnet she was wearing (something you had so graciously gifted her last Christmas). You were frozen, still processing the threatening message and calming your racing heartbeat after being frightened by Nezuko’s alarm, and when she finally turned it off, your shoulders drooped, followed by a silent sigh.

Once she finally took note of your standing form, your back still facing her, Nezuko squinted and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands before she said your name, voice laced with worry.

“Y/N…? What are you doing standing up? Did something happen?”

Her question brings you back down to reality enough for you to finally squat down and retrieve your unscathed phone from the floor, silently moving to her side of the bed to hand the device to her.

Fortunately, the screen hadn’t locked and the message in its entirety stayed clearly displayed and allowed for the brunette to read what you were showing her. There was nothing but silence on her end as she stared down at your phone, gripping it nearly as tightly as you had when you’d first read the text. The silence was deafening as she did nothing but stare at your phone for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought seeing how her brows were knitted in the middle of her forehead and her lips were pursued in a focused pout.

When she finally did something, she inhaled sharply and turned your phone screen off, setting it face down on the bed while she pinched and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“You’re staying with me until things blow over, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Y/N. This has just gotten a whole lot creepier.” She finally said, dropping her hand and turning her head to look at you. Staring back at her, you pondered her words, rubbing at your arm in a moment of deep thought. Once again, you didn’t wish to be babied but right now, you were glad that she was offering for you to stay with her. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to step foot in your apartment right now, let alone go back to staying there /alone./

Nezuko promptly waited for you to start putting on a strong front, ready for a debate about your safety, but she was surprised when you slowly nodded your head, no words leaving your mouth. Your reaction caused a frown to appear on her face as she stood up and walked towards you, opening her arms and beckoning you to her. Carefully, you went to snake your arms around her waist and she hugged you back, squeezing you in a gentle way that always had the tendency to make you feel safe.

…

Thanks to this new development, you didn’t feel up to going to work today which led to you having to call your second-in-command at the restaurant— Pony. You didn’t give too much detail, knowing that she would start to worry for your safety, and instead said you just needed a couple days to break. Luckily, she understood and said to take all the time you needed to before the phone call had ended. Now, you were seated at the dining table in the kitchen of Nezuko’s house, slowly consuming the breakfast that she and you had conjured up together. You’d showered, done your hygiene routine, and got dressed before coming out to eat, even if your appetite was nowhere to be found. Nezuko soon joined you and took a seat across from you at the table, eager to start scarfing down the food in front of her, she always did have quite the appetite.

“Wanna come to work with me?”

Your friend suddenly asked, shifting some rice and rolled egg around on her plate. You looked up from your plate and thought about her suggestion. If she were to leave the house, you’d be left alone again. To your thoughts, to your fears, and to everything in-between. Such thoughts caused you to start chewing at your bottom lip, nearly ripping some skin off in doing so. It took a bit of arranging of said thoughts before you were able to exhale before nodding your head, finally speaking up for the first time since you’d woken up.

“Sure… I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here alone all-day, at least if I go to work with you I can help around and keep my mind busy.” It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than giving reason to her but she simply smiled and nodded at your words. But then a thought came to mind on your end once you realized a bit of an issue that made the hairs stand on the back of your neck. “I think— I’m gonna have to go back to my apartment to pick up some more clothes, I didn’t pack much.”

Such words caused Nezuko to pause and stare down at her plate for a moment, tapping the ends of her chopsticks against the porcelain while she thought. And then she seemed to have a plan come to fruition as she went back to eating nonchalantly.

“We can just call Mirko then, I’m sure she’ll come running if we tell her what’s going on.”

“Ugh, and she’ll probably come with a lecture about me missing her and Mitsuri’s self-defense classes.” You murmured, already hearing what the woman would say to you as soon as she caught wind of what was going on in your life currently.

This caused your best friend to only laugh and shake her head, deciding that she should finish off her breakfast before the day would continue on.

Nezuko was the one to make the call since you didn’t have any desire to touch your phone at the moment, still a bit spooked by the threatening message, rightfully so. The two of you had plopped down onto the couch in the living room as the phone rang, waiting for your enthusiastic friend to answer on her end.

“Nezu? What’s got you callin’ so early? Need me to come and do some heavy lifting at the shop?” Her somewhat raspy voice asked, nothing but energy in her tone, along with the sound of something in the background. It sounded like she was lifting weights. Typical.

“Hey Mir'! No no, there’s no need for that, but I do have another request, or I guess I should say /we/ have a request. Are you busy right now?”

The sound of movement on the other end, as well as a groan was heard before Mirko sighed out a reply. “Nope. Whatcha need?” The brunette then looked at you, silently urging you to go on and say something. With a gulp, you mentally prepared for whatever Mirko would say next, and with a shaky greeting you gave a brief summary of the things that happened and what ‘request’ you were making for her.

…

Once you were done, probably putting in a few more details than necessary, the other line was silent, almost as if the woman’s brain was processing all of what you’d said—- which was more than likely the truth.

And then, with a sharp inhale she spoke up.

“Y/N…” She started by saying your name in a scolding manner, making you freeze up and squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for what was to come next.

“Why did you keep this a secret for so long?! You should have told someone! That’s so goddamn creepy and weird! Of course I’ll come and escort you too! I swear to Bugz Bunny if I get my hands on that stalkery piece of shit I’ll grind 'em into protein power 'n make them into a motherfucking shake. I’m comin’ over right now.” Mirko rambled, you could already hear her moving around swiftly, you could even hear people calling out to her when she shoved them aside to get out of her way.

“Gimme like ten— no, fuck that, give me five minutes.” She stated before ending the call, you could only imagine what kind of laws she would probably break to get there.

Mirko was right, it didn't take her ten minutes to get to Nezuko's place, in fact, it took her a record breaking amount of three..that woman is a terrifying force to be reckoned with. That was something unspoken but her getting here in such a short time frame further solidifies that fact. And before you knew it, she was sitting at the table with you and Nezuko, finishing off whatever the two of you hadn't finished eating. You still don't know how it happened, it was almost like she'd teleported into the dining room, but you knew better not to question it and just go with the flow.

"So, do you think you know the stalker? Maybe it's an old classmate or something." Mirko began, enjoying a spoonful of rice as she glanced between you and Nezuko with curiosity. "Classmate? Huh. That would make a lot of sense, there were a couple of weirdos that used to smell your hair and stuff when you weren't looking." Nezuko added, starting to sip some tea from her mug. You glanced towards her with a baffled look, this was the first time you'd heard of this. "Eh!? Since when?! You never told me that???"

The woman coughed nervously and waved her hand around. "I didn't wanna worry you, plus they only did it once, then I told Tanjiro about what happened and he took care of the rest."

Both you and Mirko stopped everything you were doing and looked at your brunette friend, staring her down as she smiled and continued to nonchalantly enjoy her tea. Then, you looked at one another before giving each other a look that spoke millions of words.

"Scary..."

...

Fortunately, Mirko's presence aided in soothing you both, she was a tiny little thing but had the spitfire of at least one hundred great beasts with a smile that often set your worries aside. And in no time, with her help and Nezuko's, you'd packed up about a week's worth of clothes for your stay at Nezuko's. It'd been a while since you had a roommate, but at least you'd feel a little safer and less at the mercy of whoever was trying to 'sweep you off your feet'.

After dropping your bag off at Nezuko's place, Mirko escorted the two of you to Nezuko's Flower Shop and she was on her way, repeatedly telling you both to call or text her if anything seems out of the ordinary or if either of you feel unsafe about something. Then, she left with as much enthusiasm as usual, leaving you and Nezuko to busy yourselves with the daily tasks of running a flower shop. Nezuko was glad to have you to help her along, making it easier for her to open a little earlier than usual. If there was one thing you knew for sure about Nezuko and her work was that she was very serious about her craft and she was constantly busy, all for good reason. You were glad you had her to keep your mind busy and away from staying back to the immediate danger that was revealing it's ugly head every time you thought about it. You'd even made it a point to tuck your phone away into one of the desk drawer's in the little office Nezuko had in the back of the shop. One thing you hadn't expected was for the shop to be so busy with people, which you usually didn't have a problem with. But you couldn't help the feeling in the back of your mind, what if you're stalker knew where you were right now? What if they were one of the customers coming in today? The idea made you anxious but you tried to keep your nerves under wraps, helping Nezuko wrap bouquets and ringing up customers at the register. Everything would be alright, nothing out of the ordinary.

...

"I can't fucking BELIEVE she's friends with a goddamn cop. You sure we don't have him in our pocket?" The passionate, browless man asked as he paced around the carpeted floor in front of his partner's desk, clearly irritated about the build up of recent events involving their romantic life. His blond counterpart sighed from where he was, looking at him blankly through the lenses of his reading glasses. "How many times do I have to tell you that I already had shittyhair check? Stop gettin' freaked out. This ain't gonna change shit. It just means we gotta put the plan into motion a lil' earlier than we anticipated."

Sanemi stopped his pacing at that, turning to look at Katsuki with his permanent wide-eyed gaze. "And how the fuck are we gonna get the ball rollin'? D'you got some kinda masterplan you haven't told me about, man?"

The short answer was 'yes.' Katsuki made a show of explaining the bare minimum of the first step he decided to take and upon doing so, Sanemi gave his partner the side eye, clearly trying to see who would be the one to start off the man's plan. And since Sanemi's overwhelming presence was guaranteed to make their beloved piggy hightail it away, Katsuki decided upon himself to be the one to set things in motion. It was for the best with all things considered.

When would the plan start? That would depend on the one they currently have watching Y/N's every move at the moment.

If there was one thing you could appreciate about helping Nezuko out, it was the difference in smells; compared to wings and dipping sauces, the smell of flowers was a nice welcome. Alongside the calm and relaxing atmosphere, it seemed to put you at ease, even if just a little bit. It had put you in such a calmer space that when Nezuko suddenly ran out of the specific ribbon she used to tie up her special bouquets, you were quick to offer your services. But of course, Nezuko was a bit skeptical and protective.

"I could just close up for now and we can both head to the crafting store, shouldn't take too long if we speed walk—"

You cut her off with a shake of your head. "The least I can do is do this for you. It'll be fine, store's not even that far from here. Should take me just a few minutes to get there and back here, plus, I don't want to let some stalker make me become a recluse."

Naturally, Nezuko frowned at this, seeming to ponder your words as well as your safety, causing her to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. It was her way of fidgeting when she felt a deep sense of anxiety. Instinctively, you gently grabbed her hand, squeezing it with your own. She stopped fidgeting and looked at you with a pout, before sighing, her shoulders slumping as she accepted your offer. "Okay, okay... you're right, but, I don't want anything to happen to you, y'know?" She then let go of her own hair and huffed, pulling a hand away from yours before making a fist at the sky in a dorky movement. "That bastard's gonna pay when the time comes... Let me go get my purse."

Turning on her heels, she stepped away from you and went into the back of the shop, soon coming back with her wallet and a fistful of bills, as well as the tiniest bit of ribbon she had left to make it easier to find in the crafting store. And with that, you were off.

You almost felt like Dora with Nezuko making sure you had your phone and shit before she let you go out on your adventure. Where was Boots? The thought seemed to cheer you up a little as you stiffled a laugh, unknowing of a pair of electric yellow eyes and another set of onyx ones watching you from across the street over a cup of coffee they were nursing. They'd heard the entirety of you and Nezuko's conversation, thanks to the little bug they planted in the shop when the two of you were busy, and they were already informing their bosses of your movements.

Perhaps, walking to the crafting store was proving to take a little longer than you'd anticipated, but, at least you had a second to just wander around, and you felt a bit safe since the streets were somewhat busy with a sprinkle of traffic here and there, in the street and on the sidewalks. At least if your stalker *was* watching you right now they would be unable to do anything with all the witnesses around you, at least, you hoped that would be the case. Quickly, you shook your head, hoping a bit of physical deterrent would keep you out of falling into a pit in your mind, followed by a deep inhale and exhale.

With the crafting store in your sights, you picked up your pace, and much to your delight you were able to enter the store without any anxiety following in your footsteps. Entering, you chewed on your lip and debated on whether or not you wanted to spend a little time lollygagging in the holiday decorations or just go straight for the ribbons aisle. You chose the former, wandering over to the decorations to have a quick look around. It didn't hurt to start planning for decorating your franchise sometime soon, Halloween was coming up after all.

Perhaps... you got a little lost in the sauce as you were looking, giving a certain man ample time to speed his ass over to the crafting store you were located at and enter with a sense of determination in his stride.

How did you get caught in staring at a faux jack 'o lantern that lit up and sang a song from Night Before Christmas? You weren't sure exactly but it was mesmerizing enough for you to be oblivious to the threat that entered the store, clearly looking for something, looking out of place with his intimidating expression and permanent scowl. He began to slowly step forward, scanning the aisles as discreetly as he possibly could.

In that moment, you had finally tore your gaze away from the singing pumpkin and remembered your goal, you would come for decorations later. Stepping out of the aisle, you mindlessly started marching towards the general area of where the ribbon would most likely be, putting yourself in the sights of the man actively *hunting* you.

You had walked right past Katsuki and he instantly recognized you, his eyes following your every move as you made your way through the store. He soon followed in your strides, not even bothering to hide himself clearly following behind you and even turning to go down the same aisle as you. You'd yet to notice, too focused on getting the ribbon for Nezuko and then taking your leave.

As you headed down the aisle, you came across the section of ribbon and took out the sample Nezuko had given to you, making a quick scan around to try and find it as quickly as possible.

Now that Katsuki has found you, he paused, loitering about two yards away from you, staring at the abundance of yarn in front of him while still keeping you in his peripheral. He wasn't some acting fiend, but he knew how to speak to get things he wanted, usually with a bit of aggression but it always worked. Most times he would just swoop in and sink his claws into his desires, but he knew not to do that with you, he needed to truly think about this and not frighten you away.

After a moment of decision making, he plucked up some random skein of yarn and started casually approaching you, almost as if he was trying to get closer to get a better look at your features. Which wasn't hard to do considering the fact that there weren't many black people in this part of New Japan anyways.

“Knew I recognized ya. Long time no see, Miss /Hooters/.” The man says, standing behind you as you're squatted down and comparing the ribbon sample and another ribbon side by side. You paused what you were doing and narrowed your brows, obviously confused, before you stood up and turned to look at who was speaking to you. Soon, you came face to chest with the blond man who'd disrupted the peace at your restaurant some weeks ago. With a glance up, you were able to better recognize him, studying his striking features. It was difficult to forget his spikey, sharp hair and equally sharp carmine eyes, and you hated to admit it but he was attractive. You quickly raked your eyes over his form, taking note of his t-shirt, sweats, and sneakers. He was dressed casually this time around. Studying him further, you noticed the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, along with the red yarn he had clenched in his hand, causing you to raise an eyebrow. He was watching you watch him, and you couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Is there a reason why you're talking to me right now? If you're looking for yarn recommendations, I can't help you. Sorry." You weren't really sorry, but you didn't know what this guy was capable of, something about him just screamed 'danger', not that you were the type to run away with your tail between your legs when threatened.

Even so, you looked away from him and glanced back down at the ribbons you were trying to compare. Nope. Wrong one. You huffed out of your nose and continued on your search, taking a few steps away from the man who'd decided to approach you. You plucked up another roll of ribbon and compared it to the sample, hoping to find it as quickly as possible so that you could leave and not be in the presence of this man anymore.

Katsuki continued to watch you, the gears turning in his head for a moment as he thought quickly on his feet. Slowly, he began to approach you again, keeping some needed distance between himself and you before he spoke again. "I know you'd rather continue with– whatever you're doin' but, I'm gonna use this coincidence to apologize on behalf of my friend. Didn't mean to disturb your place of work, he's just a piece of work and can be a little… *intense.*" He gruffly stated, watching as you kept up your search, back still turned towards him. That was one thing you weren't expecting from a man who looked angry all the time, an apology. Your brows furrowed as you looked back at him over your shoulder, thinking about what to do next. Then, you glanced back down at the yarn he was holding, deciding not to answer what he'd said, and instead changed the topic. Turning away, you nearly jumped for joy when you found the identical ribbon Nezuko used just in your sights, you grabbed the entire stock of them and sighed, standing up straight again.

"Do you knit or something?"

The question seemed to surprise him, and then he remembered what he'd grabbed as well as what aisle he was on. With quick thinking he answered.

"Nah, I'm more of a crocheter. Ran out of yarn so I came to stock up a little."

Glancing at him and then the singular skein, you looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow. "You came to buy just one skein? Hm. That's pretty goal-oriented, I respect your self-control."

He snickered at your comment (if only you knew) and then motioned to the numerous spools of ribbon you had in your hand. "Looks like you came to buy them out of their stock. You a ribbon dancer or somethin'?"

"Ha. Ha. No. I'm buying this for my friend's shop— which reminds me, I should probably get going before her hair turns grey from worrying." You'd stated, preparing to depart from the man and go pay for the ribbon. You commented and turned, beginning to head towards the check-out line, he fell in strides with you, not seeming to let you wander too far.

Noticing his presence, you look back at him and raise an eyebrow, with the spools of ribbon still in one hand, you put your free hand on your hip. “Is there a reason why you’re following me around like a puppy?”

“You should let me buy you dinner sometime. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’re both here. Might be fate.” He remarked, staring down at you with a gaze you couldn't read. The thought seemed to make you chuckle, raising an eyebrow at his cheesy words, though you somewhat admired his straightforward attitude. "If I didn't know any better it would sound like you're trying to ask me on a date even *after* you've already apologized. Is this how you usually pick up women?" Now, it was his turn to scoff and he flashed you a smile that regrettably caused your heart to flutter just a tad bit.

"Heh. Ya caught me. So… whaddya say?"

The person in front of you in the line stepped forward to start getting their things rung up and you stepped forward as well, pondering the man's offer before a realization came to mind. You were still on edge about having your apartment broken in, along with the weird messages, and this obvious gangster was flirting with you. Tanjiro was

going to do his job and you were safe for now, but what if… You looked at the unnamed man for a second, observing him a little closer as you thought things out. Maybe if you went on a date with this scary-looking gangster just once, the stalker would take a hint and go the fuck away. Then again, what if the stalker was possessive? That would mean, they would probably try and hurt this gangster guy in revenge, that would be a death sentence but it could work out in your favor, as dark and cold as that sounded. Perhaps the benefits outweigh the cons of going on a singular date with this guy.

"Next."

Snapped out of your whirl of thoughts by the voice of the cashier, you move to place the heap of ribbon onto the counter and the cashier starts ringing everything up. And just as you're about to use Nezuko's cash to pay, Mr. Carmine places his yarn down on the counter as well and holds his hand up to stop you from getting your cash. Instead, he inserts his debit card into the card reader before you can even protest. You could have stopped him, but you didn't, you simply tucked the cash away and gathered the ribbon after it'd been paid for. In silence, the two of you walked out of the crafting store side by side, and once outside, you finally broke the ice.

"Fine. Just one date though, and nothing else. And don't think I'll agree to anything else just because you paid for some ribbon." You shoved the spools into your pocket and then retrieved your phone from your other pocket. To your disdain, you had new messages from your stalker but you ignored them and opted for creating a new contact for him. "Give me your name and number. I'll text you later."

Your attempt to control the situation made Katsuki all the more infatuated with you but he simply agreed, giving you his full name, along with his number. Once you saved his information, you turned and walked away from him, heading back in the direction of Nezuko's shop, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

Katsuki Bakugou… seemed like a fitting name.

Katsuki watched as your figure became more and more distant before he chuckled, it seemed his plan was a success, and you were none the wiser. It was probably for the best that you remained ignorant, for now, that would just make things easier for everyone.

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nnnyxie · 7 months

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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 :(

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha x chubby reader #mha x chubby reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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bakugosbratx · 2 years

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im not too happy with my body right now :((

maybe a bakugou x fem reader with a belly?

Katsuki x Chunky fem! Reader HC’s

Warning: 18+ Content. Weight, spanking, some sexual activity mentioned, oral (fem receiving), choking mentioned.

A/N: as someone who is plus size, just know that you are beautiful. Your weight doesn’t dictate your beauty. Katsuki loves us for all of our curves. I made this a HC to get more of my point across for the girlies who are not liking themselves right now! I hope this helps, babies 🤍

Tags: @decayish @kxkyuu @bakugousbrat @dienamights @rainne-cloud @vinny-likes-to-play21 @ssplague @ebiharachan @angie-1306 @fransuki @lil-miminini @ahbeautifulexistence @peachyquing @awilddreamermain @milkthistletea

Call me bias but Katsuki loves him some plus size women. I mean that, too. Like, we are just his type.

Our plush thighs, our bellies, our arms, everything is perfect to him.

He loves to lay on our bellies as he relaxes after a hard day of hero work. Your thighs are just perfect to keep him feeling safe and warm.

Katsuki is not ashamed to hold our hand out in public.

He also encourages us to wear that bathing suit we swear up and down wouldn’t look good on us because the only opinion that matters is his.

He makes you do daily affirmations until you learn to love yourself.

Katsuki also doesn’t judge what we eat nor makes us workout. Just because he likes to keep his body a certain way, he never puts that onto us.

You want that extra serving of food? You better get you some or else Katsuki will kick your ass for remaining hungry.

If anyone ever judges you or even so gives you a dirty look, he’s killing them.

Don’t ever be ashamed to go shopping in certain plus size stores either! Katsuki came from fashion designer parents. He secretly loves helping you pick out clothes that make you feel good about yourself.

Katsuki is very muscular. So, he loves that he gets to hold us so tightly and closely. Our curves are nothing more than for him to love.

A lot of us chunky girls don’t like to talk about it, but we do be having fat pussies and guess what? Katsuki eats that shit up like it’s his birthday. He loves pleasing us.

Katsuki loves that we have love handles so when he fucks us, he has something else to hold onto other than our neck or wrist.

And don’t get me started when he be hitting it from the back, girlies. Woo! He loves hearing us moan in pleasure and seeing the way our bodies move from him making us feel so good.

When I tell you, sit 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 man’s 👏🏻 face 👏🏻 I mean it. He will be pissed if you don’t. “I’m scared you can’t breathe.” He doesn’t care. If you take him out, he would be honored. Sit on his face. Do it.

You think your too heavy to be picked up? Oh, honey. You are terribly mistaken. Katsuki is picking your ass up and fucking you on the nearest surface with no problems at all.

You think you can be a brat to him? You’ll be put over his knee so fast. That ass of yours is fun to mark up. Plus he enjoys seeing the way it jiggles.

Whenever Katsuki degrades us in the bedroom, our weight is never even a thought in his mind. If he even hears you say one bad thing about yourself, he’ll fix that shit right there.

Overall, Katsuki just loves us for who we are. Never be ashamed of your body because Katsuki finds us so beautiful.

©bakugosbratx

#bakugosbratx #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x chubby reader #bakugo smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha x plus size reader #bakugo x female reader #katsuki x fem!reader #katsuki x you

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 3k

c/w: 18+ MDNI

mentions of fingering, blowjobs, rough fucking, kitchen sex, stand and carry position lol, roommates, college au, fwb, you being a brat, katsuki falls in love at first sight lol,

chile this is all over the place but my beta told me to post it 😭 it’s kinda just a bunch of blurbs about you and bakubabe becoming roommates

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So, the story was he’d been kicked out of campus housing for blowing a hole through the gym wall and attacking Deku.

In actuality, it was him who’d been blown through the wall while sparring with the shitty loser, Deku still unable to fully control his given quirk.

It almost cost him his scholarship but after Deku begged and professors Toshinori and Aizawa pulled some strings—he’d only been reprimanded and removed from the on-campus housing in fear that he’d cause an insane amount of damage again in the future.

He found the ad on Reddit—$500 a month for rent and the only utilities were electricity and cable/internet, which would probably be split between him and the other tenant. Amenities included a full kitchen, washer and dryer and a full bathroom. The only requirement was that he was in attendance at U.A University, which he was, and a payment of first & last rent.

Of course he was going to jump on it, he was desperate and it was affordable. He even emailed the person who posted the ad, asking to meet as soon as tomorrow.

He paid the landlord with no questions asked, even after the unsightly security deposit was tacked on after running a background check.

He scratched his name onto every highlighted section, agreeing to live with a stranger for the next two and a half years.

***

Now, he did not expect said stranger to be so damn cute.

Cute chubby cheeks, full pouty lips and your curly hair was in a big poof on the top of your head like a bunny’s tail. You had to be at least a foot shorter than him, a tiny plump little thing you were. So damn adorable.

Well now he was absolutely sure he’d made the right decision. Who knows what some creep would do to a cutie like you if they had gotten the room before he did.

You greeted him with a hello and a smile. He responded with only a grunt as he lugged two duffel bags and a roller suitcase into the doorway.

He dropped them with a loud thud, turning to look at you.

“You my new roommate?” He asked, looking you up and down. Your attire was distracting—a small white shirt with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and don’t even get him started on the way he could see your fat pussy print through your pink shorts.

“A hi, hey or hello would be nice.” You sassed, sipping from a pink drink. “I didn’t sleep with you last night.”

Looks like his bunny had a tongue like a scorpion’s tail.

“Hello.” He smirked, pleasantly annoyed at how your lips curled into a smile at the greeting. Almost like you wanted to bitch him.

“That’s better. Your room is the one on the left.”

“Gotcha, anything else?” He tried to focus his eyes on anything but your pretty face.

“Please don’t forget to put the toilet seat down, clean up after yourself and your company and lastly I’m not stingy with food, so what’s mine is yours, just please don’t be an asshole. If there’s not much of something please ask before you take it.” Your rules were simple enough right? Basic roommate etiquette.

“Ya think I don’t have any goddamn home training?!” Bakugo snapped, gritting his teeth.

You laughed at the angry blonde, he reminded you of an angry Pomeranian and it was actually quite cute.

He was relieved when you giggled at him. Some people took his snappy attitude way too serious, it was honestly annoying as hell.

You really didn’t mind the way Bakugo talked. You were probably just as bad, only difference was your mouth was slick as hell and he was just mean and loud.

“Do you cook?”

Your face lit up. “Yes! I love to cook.” Your smile was enchanting to him, almost made him want to give you one in return.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. It was some extra cash, probably like a hundred bucks or so, since he had to draw extra money from the atm because the money order amount was only enough to cover rent and not the security deposit.

“Good. Use it for groceries or whatever. We can go together or…I’ll make a list.” His mouth and heart working against his brain. Words tumbling out before he could even think.

“Oh..uh, we can go together, since I don’t have a car.” You didn’t expect him to be so forward or so generous,

The blonde’s heart clenched at the thought of you being his pretty passenger princess. Maybe this roommate thing wouldn’t be too bad.

***

You and Bakugo as roommates definitely took some getting used to, since you’d occupied the unit alone for such a long time.

For instance, your weekday routine was set in stone, so like usual, by the time you entered the doorway you were already stripping . You left your black crocs at the door, stepping out of your scrub bottoms, pulling the top over your head the same time.

“Shit.” You sighed out, unhooking the bra you had on, breasts finally free as they fell out of the cups with a small bounce, rubbing the spot where the underwire kept digging into your skin.

Finally opening your eyes, you were met crimson and there he was, leaned against the wall, eyes glued to you like a lion hunting a doe.

You let out a shriek, using your clothes to cover your body the best way you could, shielding yourself from further embarrassment.

“Forget about me already, dumbass?”

Glaring at the blonde you scurried past him, seething at the shit eating grin on his face.

“You saw nothing.” You gritted out before running the rest of the way to your room.

But, as soon as you were gone the facade dropped and he ran his hands down his face, seemingly more flustered than you were. He’d never seen a woman naked before, outside of porn of course, and it just had to be you.

He hoped he hadn’t upset you, the look of terror on your face was just too fucking cute not to laugh at.

“Fuckkkk.” He whispered out, having popped a hard on in seconds.

Even Bakugo couldn’t deny how sexy you were. A pretty face and an even prettier body. You had a nice fuckin rack too, he was definitely an ass guy at heart but there was nothing wrong with appreciating a nice pair of tits every now and then. You were probably a double D cup since they had a natural lowness to them, he just knew they’d be nice and heavy in his large hands. To top it off you had big areolas and cute little inverted nipples that he’d love to coax out of hiding.

He didn’t know what he liked more— the sight of your juicy, thick ass bent over in a pink thong as you gathered your clothing off the floor or your pretty ass titties and how they bounced with almost every move you made.

The blonde trudged to his room, dick insanely hard and rubbing against his thigh.

Closing his bedroom door, he sat on his bed palming his dick through his sweat shorts. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his thumb around the fat mushroom tip, shuddering at the sensitivity. He pumped his thick cock nice and slow, envisioning your beautiful body now that he could go off of more than just the illusion your tight clothes gave.

“Damn..” That was all it took for Bakugo to feel himself fall over the edge, thick ropes of cum painting his chest and belly as his body shook and his pants turned into slow ragged breaths.

Grabbing a couple tissues from the nightstand beside his bed, he wiped his stomach, chest and the tip of his dick before tossing them into the wastebasket.

Less than satisfied, he shoved his still somewhat hard dick back into his pants

Beating off to his roommate was not how he’d planned spending his first week in his new home.

***

Bakugo sat at the kitchen trying to take notes but he couldn’t even fucking focus. You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts every chance you got.

He wasn’t sure if he liked you, maybe it was lust, either way it was a fucking nuisance.

As more and more time passed, seven whole months to be exact, the two of you began to get very comfortable with each other.

Well, as comfortable as two hornballs could get without going all the way. Neither of you had ever brought anyone back to the apartment so it was assumed that the both of you were single. That was perfect because you two really enjoyed each other’s company, experimenting with things that were fun and worked well for your friendship.

Like studying together in the kitchen, sometimes Bakugo would take the initiative to create flash cards and test you.

Or the movie nights on the couch that occasionally ended with you in his lap, legs spread with two of his thick fingers deep in your creamy pussy.

And even the late night snack runs where you’d most likely end up with a mouthful of his cock in an almost empty Target parking lot.

He’d come to find out you were incredibly clingy too. If your classes happened to end before his, you’d nap in his bed until he returned, loving the scent of burnt sugar that stuck to his sheets and pillows. You loved his scent, since it was calming and reminded you of holiday sweets. Plus, you couldn’t fit his clothes so this was the next best thing.

He heard you softly enter the apartment, watching you stripping down at the door like you usually did until you were in a white, cropped tank and your underwear.

He also noticed you loved to walk around in nothing but tiny shirts and your panties. You’d been doing it a lot more lately since the weather was transitioning into those hotter months and you honestly reminded him of that silly little bear that loved honey.

“Hey.” He greeted first, something he began doing around the third month of living together.

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong.”

Something had upset you, he could hear it in your voice. He knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it.

“Nothing.” You kept your replies short but that didn’t keep him from pestering you. You weren’t upset with him, just annoyed at your dumb parents. You’d gone to see them, you hadn’t seen them in a while and you kinda hoped that they’d start giving you your full allowance again.

Instead they berated you, bringing up trivial things such as your weight and even the way you dressed. It was draining, they were draining, and you just wanted to be left alone right now.

“Fuck is your problem?”

Of course your roommate couldn’t take a hint, too stubborn and caring to just let you walk away upset.

Of course you wanted to tell him how you were feeling, but you hated the vulnerability that came with expressing your feelings. Plus, knowing Katsuki, he’d probably just yell at you and call you a dumbass for even caring about their opinions.

“I don’t have a problem Katsuki.” You rolled your eyes, more than annoyed at his tone. “It’s just school stuff, damn. Just leave it the fuck alone!” Was he really dumb enough to think talking to you like that would help?

“Excuse me.” You tried to slide past him, since he currently towered over you waiting for an explanation.

“Y’er not excused.” He pulled you back.

You yelped in surprise as you were shoved against the island, staring into his fiery eyes as he wrapped one of his large hands around your neck.

“Gonna talk to me?” He asked, staring down at you with those daunting crimson eyes. “Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest. Of course he didn’t budge, the 6’3 mammoth continued to peer down at you, brows furrowed.

His other hand trailed down, running two fingers up and down your cunt, catching some of the slick that had already began to pool there.

“Already soaking wet,” He shook his head. “Dumb lil’ slut.”

He spun you around just as quickly as he’d pulled you back, bending you over the island and pulling your thong aside.

Bakugo slapped his heated palm against your ass, the pleasant sting forcing a moan from your parted lips.

You heard the jingling metal of his belt buckle coming undone and your eyes widened.

“Katsuki, what-.”

“S’okay, I know exactly what you need babe.” He reasoned, pulling his underwear down and pressing his hard cock between your thighs.

The way you tooted your ass up didn’t go unnoticed either, attitude seeming to have melted away at the thought of getting your pussy pounded. The blonde smirked, shaking his head again.

His thick cock bullied its way into your virgin cunt, your already slick walls making it just that easy for him to slide right in like he belonged there. The squelch of your pussy was loud as he drilled in and out of you, showing you no mercy.

He reached his arms around, slipping his hands under your tank top to tweak your nipples and squeeze your heavy tits in his big hands.

“Mmmm..fuck Katsuki.” You moaned from the pleasure, loving the way he pinched and squeezed your sensitive nipples. He moved lower, spreading his warm palms all over your soft skin, stopping only to grab at the fat of your tummy.

You stood on your tippy toes, making you just tall enough to take his cock comfortably. The harsh slaps of his hips slamming into your ass, his grunts and your moans echoed in the small kitchen as he fucked you, gradually picking up pace.

He’d actually had a decent day, the academy usually kicked his ass on Fridays, and he wasn’t about to let your gross attitude fuck that up.

“This what you wanted, right?” He pounded your pretty little cunt, drawing out the most adorable little sounds from you.

He felt so good inside of you, like his dick was made for your pussy. Stuffing you full of his cock while he sent harsh slaps to your ass, brows pushed into a deep frown.

“Right?” He snarled, emphasizing his question with a particularly hard thrust, pressing his chest against your back and grabbing your jaw, twisting your neck so hard you thought he wanted to snap it.

You let out a strained moan as he stared at you with those darkened eyes, hips never faltering as he waited for an answer.

“Uh-Uhhuh.” Was all you could muster, Katsuki smirking at the way your eyes crossed and your jaw went slack in his hand.

“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck that nasty lil’ attitude right outta ya huh?” He placed a kiss on your lips, biting your plump bottom lip before he retreated back.

You nodded, vision clouded with specs of white as his thumb played with your asshole and his cock stroked that sweet spot in your cunt over and over.

“Katsuki.” You sighed out his name. “F-feels s’good baby.”

“I know,” He cooed, voice like caramel as he fucked into you, now at a slower pace. “Can’t have those shitty clinical’s stressing my pretty Princess out. How ‘bout you quit, be my lil cumrag instead?”

“Mhm, I will.”

It was like a switch had flipped and his sweet voice clouded your brain, making you forget all common sense. Right now you’d agree to just about anything right now as long as it kept his cock in you.

Bakugo on the other hand, a virgin less than five minutes ago, wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. Especially with his cock now very acquainted with your tight, wet, warm pussy and wanted nothing more than to plant his seed deep inside you.

He unsheathed himself from your pussy, the cool air making him hiss as he spun you around.

He raked his eyes over you, taking in your fucked-out appearance. Tank top ill fitting and stretched out from all his pulling, slight bruising on your neck from when he held you there, your tear stained face was icing on the cake, and he absolutely loved it. A layer of sheen covered you, baby hairs now messily slick to your forehead , lips swollen and red from your biting.

He had so much fucking energy, must be the effects of your quirk. Yeah, it had to be the effects of your shitty quirk, even pre-workout never got him this energetic and all this stimulation at once felt so damn good. His heart pumped fast like it wanted to explode, blood flowed through his veins a mile a minute making his dick rock hard. Bakugo felt like he could fuck you for hours, but he knew his inexperienced cock wouldn’t allow it this time.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, locking his arms behind your knees and placing his hands on your fat, juicy ass. His wide palms dug into your doughy ass and thighs, giving you a nice hard slap every now and then.

Easing you down slowly, he splits you open on his cock again, feeding you dick inch by meaty inch until you’re filled to the brim once again.

The brawny brute handled your weight like the champ he was, lifting you with ease and it made your pussy so fucking wet. He bounced you on his cock loving your hot breath on his ear as you moaned and panted like a bitch in heat.

You couldn’t help it, as you were too deep in the throes of pleasure as his slightly curved cock kissed your g-spot with every single thrust.

“Mmmm Kats…g’nna cum.” Your sweet velvety voice spoke the lovely sentence he’d been waiting on all evening. You clenched and unclenched as he quickened his pace a bit, fucking you and himself to climax, cock slamming into your cervix so deliciously hard it knocked the wind out of you.

“Fuuckkk.” You held onto him for dear life, lips pressed against his as you made a mess on him, coating his cock in your cream. Burying your face in his shoulder, you cried out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it…”

His thrusts grew sloppy and fast as he threw his head back. It felt so good, so good he almost contemplated filling you up.

But he pulled out, spurting out those warm ropes on your belly, some flying God knows where.

Before sitting you down on the cool granite countertop he slid a heated palm across the surface, warming up your seat. He grabbed a couple napkins to clean you up, watching as you leaned back on your arms, still sporting that blissful fucked-out expression on your pretty face.

“Now, stop acting like a spoiled fuckin’ brat and tell me what happened.”

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closing a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it 😭 I’m still feeling iffy tbh 🫤 feeling like I wrote him too soft, ya know

#my hero academia #my hero x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #black reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugo x chubby reader #bnha bakugo smut #bakugo imagine #bnha x black!reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo katsuki #HentyeHottie

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celinamazapan · 2 months

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A few days ago I requested this commission from /@Leso univers (on Facebook, buy commissions from him by the way, he draws beautifully!) in which my insert is in charge of do make our dumb blond chubby 🫣🩷 enjoy simps of the gummy bear!💛

#fatgum #fatgum x reader #fatgum x y/n #self ship #self shipping #taishiro toyomitsu #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha taishiro #gaining weight on purpose #gain weight #gw #gain weight male #chubby #chubbiness #tammyhiro #celina and Fatgum

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lovinkiri · 1 year

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Hi, I really like your work! Also your page is so prettyyyyyyy💛

Can I request some headcanons (sfw or not, I'll leave it up to you!) for Tokoyami, Sero and Monoma (separately) with a chubby rader.

It's okay if you don't want to write this, also, if you don't want to write for all of these characters.

Have a nice day!

Hands All Over You

Author's Thoughts: You have no idea how happy this made me. I've been gone for a bit but I'm pretty sure it's cause I don't feel as inspired. This made my day though, I literally gasped 💕 AND OMG YOU ARE MY FIRST MONOMA IM TOO EXCITED—

Warning: NSFW-ish (what we called a lime back in the day), Groping, Cussing, Etc.

Fumikage Tokoyami

All this man wants to do is hold you and snuggle, I swear!

He'll intertwine his fingers and rest his palms over your tummy, pull you on top of him with his hands on your hips.

He slides his hands over your skin, appreciating and making himself aware of every curve and dip.

Dark Shadow can often be found winding himself around your waist, nuzzling your plush figure.

When you guys make out, his hands are roaming.

While he's occupied with you, Dark Shadow's talking all sweet in your ear because I swear he has a dirty mouth, and I'll die on that hill

"C'mon, take it off for us. You will, won't you?"

And when they switch, Tokoyami loves to praise his darling

"So beautiful. I can't believe I have you all to myself. "

"Ahem!"

"... Sort of."

Hanta Sero

Like Tokoyami, he loves touching you, but this man cuddles and gropes you anywhere. And I do mean anywhere.

Grocery store, work, your parents' house, anywhere.

Whenever you guys hang out with your friends, his head is on his shoulder and he's hugging you from behind.

He prefers to have you on his lap too, and brushes away any concerns you may have of being "too heavy".

Just assures you that you aren't, and that feeling your weight on his lap is sexy ;)

They poke fun at his clinginess, but he just sticks his tongue out a grins.

"You're just mad I get to hold this cariño all the. Mantente enojado."

He loves seeing you dress up. One of the few men who love going shopping. Not only does he like clothes in general, but he wants to see you try on everything.

Buys whatever you like, doesn't matter.

"No te preocupes por eso. You're already doing enough, looking all pretty for me."

Don't be surprised when he wants to join you in the dressing room. I promise you won't regret letting him in though.

"Shhh. We don't want that nice lady outside to hear us, do we?"

Cariño = Sweetheart

Mantente enojado = Stay mad/angry

No te preocupes por eso = Don't worry about that.

Neito Monoma

Neito can be pretty self-involved... Except for when it comes to you.

Because Neito thinks you're stunning, curves and all.

When he has a bad day, he's burying his face in your soft skin and holding you close again.

"Mm... You feel so soft against me, My Love..."

He loves your pretty thighs, loves laying his head on them, rubbing them as you lay in bed together.

Loves to see you in skirts and shorts. I'm telling you, the man is secretly pervert.

As soon as you walk in, he's looking you up and down with that sexy smirk.

Pulls you between his thighs and admires you.

"Such pretty hips..."

When you get intimate, he kisses all over your pretty body, praising you the whole time.

"Perfect. All of you, every inch of you, is perfect. Don't you ever forget."

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #hanta sero x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #neito monoma #fluff #smut #x chubby reader

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luno-614 · 2 years

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Day 2 of asking for yandere hawks x pregnant chubby reader

I have heard the cries of your ask :3 my child sorry it took me forever to complete :3 hopefully you enjoy it :3!

I made it a bit more fluffy :3

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Hawks will be overprotective of you that’s when your not pregnant now add a baby to the mix it’s like being in your own prison ( well you already are ).

He baby proves the house it’s a bonus added since you don’t get hurt and once the child comes out the house will be safe enough for them. He also make sure that any sharp utensils are put away correctly.

If your stove is an open fire he is totally cooking for you ( even though he kind of sucks so you’re telling him how to cook in reality.)

As a yandere he lowers his sadistic self and actually starts acting like a real loving partner.

It frightens you sometimes because you forget that he still is the one that kidnapped you, even though he’s massaging your feet while watching your favorite show. While both of you are just laughing and throwing witty banter. Enjoying the small moments where you lower your walls and open up. Remembering who you were …..remembering the outside….

Since you are chubby he watches your weight carefully. He stopped insulting you since he once did a side comment and your tears were running for days . You wouldn’t even face him, refusing to eat.

That quickly made him shut his mouth more .

He loves your soft tummy !

He is always by your side at home . Talking to the baby making sure you are okay .

His favorite thing is getting greeted at the door by you and feeling your stomach on his body . He gives you a big kiss and then one to his little boy ( Keigo knew it was a boy a long time )

Maternity photo shoot…. did I forget to mention that it’s decorated with his feathers and gold.

If you are a well behaved darling he actually takes you outside to get your checkups . Like a little walk outside :) a small reward as he calls it .

Buuuut if you aren’t a good wife and especially in public well there are always doctors who are just in it for the money .

Being moody and aggressive with him can cause him to lose his patience and that means he needs to correct your behavior so maybe he might take a bit longer when you need that medicine or when your skin urgently needs that coco butter créame .

So even if pregnant he still punishes you psychologically and he has his right hand man helping him in the inside.

“ Dove we are going to be late for the doctors remember it’s at 4:30.”

Keigo was putting on his warm coat as it was December outside . He got two red scarfs one for him and the other for you .

He was putting one of his feathers in side to make sure to track you if anything happened while the doctor took you to the other room.

He didn’t hear you reply but he did hear a sniff and he knew what those meant .

You were looking into the mirror again. Critiquing your body looking at all of the lumps and bumps. Stretch marks running across your figure, with the cherry on top your swollen stomach.

He knew being 5 months along was rough and your baby belly has gotten bigger with it . He wished you knew how beautiful you looked carrying his child .

He was proud that he breed you just right :> and he’s going to be the best papa ! He just knows it !

He walked to the shared bedroom and saw you naked. He quickly calmed himself down before doing something he really shouldn’t.

“ Dove, you okay ?”

He saw tears running down your face . He moved quickly covering you with his wings .

“ keigo … I don’t feel beaut-“

He lifts your face to see your eyes wiping way those tears.

“ you might not feel beautiful my dove , but trust me when I say you are beautiful.”

He kisses your lips softly, a loving kiss for his loving wife .

“ let’s go to the the doctors and then how about your favorite park ?”

Your eyes had a light that he hasn’t seen in a while .

“ C-c-can we feed the d-duck.?” Wiping your face feeling it warm he nods encouraging that small light .

“ yup ! We do have extra bird seeds.”

He turned you around and took a step from you . You were know facing your bedroom instead of the mirror . As keigo walks around the clothes he picked out a red coat he loves on you .

“ my dear red is such a beautiful color on you .”

He got your outfit ready wanting you to match him and the scarf .

—-

He was buttoning the last button on on your coat he looked at your pulp lips and gave them a quick kiss .

“ love you (Y/n) .”

You looked at him and gave him a small smile

“ love you too keigo .”

You lean your forehead on his chest, letting his wings hug you as well .

—

While feeding the ducks he was puffing out his chest to tell the ducks and swans that’s his mate . You just thought he was cold so you just held his hand feeding to his bird ego.

He felt proud that you were being such a good dove. He was a bit nervous you would fly away and get taken away or be trouble but nope you are calm and trained the perfect dove.

He rubbed your stomach feeling his son kick.

“ HE KICKED ! Dove he kicked ! Hi it’s daddy!”

He kneeled to stomach level and continued to talk and rub your stomach .

You chuckled at his actions . You knew he wanted to be a father you just sadly didn’t want him to be the father but you promised your baby you will be the best mom in the world .

You knew your Baby would grow in an odd world but you would make it the best, even if that means including that damn hawk keeping you trapped.

You are afraid..because every day he gets a bit sweeter and your walls are breaking. Plus this baby is making you tired so you let some things pass by, just like your opportunity to tell the doctor for help or even the fact your room was right next to the emergency exit .. no one would have noticed.

“ love you my dove and our hatchling .”

But

This baby makes you tired and keigo is taking you out to eat dinner and it’s your favorite !

“ say Ah my dove ! This cake is so delicious!”

Did he mention a body massage with a comedy movie tonight?

“ maybe one day we can go to Paris as well . What do you think ? “

Oh! He doesn’t work tomorrow ? So lazy cuddles in the morning!

“ five more minutes the hatching and I need more nap time dove .”

Telling your self it’s all for the baby .

“ alright five more keigo and then we eat breakfast okay ?”

He nuzzled your shoulder and nods

“ love you dove .”

You leaned in and smiled

“ love you too keigo.”

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sluts4shigaraki · 2 years

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BACK TO SCHOOL!

CW ♡ Oral (m!receiving)

Pairing ♡ tomura shigaraki/f!reader

Word count ♡ 1,200

minors/ageless blogs DNI ♡ you will be blocked

A/N ♡ I am SOO fuckin sorry about this late ass update. Things have been a touch difficult for me lately and I’m so glad people are still into it. Thanks for the support <3

Tags ♡ @klxoewy @cosmicbreathe @gloomysel @yoongiigolden @thehaplessfool @tomura-complex @sabbriina

DAY SIX

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Tomura wakes up in your bed. At this point it’s only fair. You’re still asleep, which is fine, he always finds you so incredibly beautiful when you sleep. It’s mesmerizing.

This time, he stays with you for longer than he has before. Lazily running his fingers through your hair, he watches you. Your chest slowly rising and falling, your bed head, the way soft snores escape your lightly parted lips. There was no way of knowing how much time had passed before you woke up. Stretching, you nuzzle into his chest, grumbling.

“Don’t wan’ move,” you feel his chest move when he laughs. Tomura’s hand runs along your skin gently, wherever he can reach. “We have class today too, don’t we?”

“Yeah… I know. I didn’t tutor you yesterday. Fuck. I just realized,” he rubs his hand across his face, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be teaching you. He couldn’t help it. It’s also your fault, he can’t think with his dick inside you, and you begged him for it. That was something that ran through his mind when he laid next to you, holding you as you slept. You begged for him, you wanted him, needed him. No one has ever done any of that, not even as a friend. He had Touya, but that was entirely different. It made him melt.

“S’okay. You did it a lot when we started,” you close your eyes, hoping to lay on his chest forever.

“We have four hours. We should really cram, your test is tomorrow, isn’t it?” Fuck. It was tomorrow. Slightly panicked, you sit up, pulling your clothes from last night off the floor and onto your body. Tomura follows suit, albeit slower than you. For the next three hours, Tomura tries to make up for lost time. He did a good job, you were positive about that. Anxiety still sat in the pit of your stomach. You were so caught up in Tomura, you forgot the reason he was around you initially.

“Please tell me you got all that,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I fucked up, I’m sorry. It’s just… you are so distracting. In a good way. Everything about you,” he was looking away from you, his face red. Tomura fucked you last night, how were you still making him nervous?

Walking to and from class, Tomura kept a firm grip on your hand. It made you feel protected. From the looks of him, you thought he was a scrawny guy, but his baggy clothes covered how strong he actually was. Having him around made you feel safe, even if there was no reason for you to be scared. You knew, no matter what, he’d be there.

You answered more questions and understood more than what you did before, thankfully. Even though you had skipped out on a few days, what Tomura did teach you had stuck.

Finally, when the class ended, you followed behind Tomura, hand in his.

“Hey! Crusty ass!” Tomura stopped dead in his tracks and sighed, throwing his head back.

“Touya,” he replied, not bothering to turn around. You, however, turned to look. Touya approached quickly, sly smirk decorating his face.

“So this is your little friend,“ he leans down to face you. His breath smelled like cigarettes. Touya was pretty to look at, but he felt so artificial. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it. As soon as it happened, Tomura had a rough, firm grip on Touya’s hand, tearing it away from yours.

“Hands off,” the face Tomura was making would’ve frightened you before. Now it just felt protective. “You don’t touch what’s mine. You know that.”

Tomura was more possessive than you thought. It made you squeeze your thighs together, eagerly awaiting to be alone with him again.

“Calm down, calm down, she’s yours,” Touya chuckles, pulling his hand away. “Pretty though, I’m a little jealous.“

“What do you want?” It was more of a statement than a question. You’ve never seen him like this, but you weren’t exactly bothered by it.

“Just wanna meet your one and only,” Touya shows his teeth, scaring you in a way you didn’t think he could. “If you ever wanna be with a real man-“ he was cut off, Tomura grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward, putting them face to face.

“Fuck. Off,” despite the clear expression of rage on Tomura’s face, it didn’t seem to affect Touya at all.

“Alright, I’m gone. I’ll see you later. Unless you’re… busy,” he laughs as he turns away, hands in his pocket.

“I’m sorry,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close as you walked away together.

“Don’t be.”

You could’ve waited. The building your dorm was in wasn’t that far away. Yet, here you were, pulling Tomura into a small alleyway between buildings and falling to your knees.

“W-what are you… we’re gonna get caught,” he mumbles, the bright red on his face contrasting his pale skin. All that did was make you want him more. You quickly pulled his jeans down, enough to pull his cock out, already getting hard.

“Doesn’t seem like you care all that much,” you smirk up at him, licking a slow stripe from the base to the tip. Tomura’s hand flew to your hair, the firm grip making you gasp. Taking the tip into your mouth, you sucked gently, earning a low groan from him.

“F-fuck…” Tomura pressed his head against the wall, chest heaving. This was better than any fantasy he had of you. You pushed your head further, glancing up at Tomura. He met your eyes, panting. “P-please, let me… let me just move,” you didn’t need him to finish his sentence. He was struggling to think, much less speak. You nodded, and his grip tightened as he let his hips thrust slowly into your mouth. Relaxing, you felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag. His dick throbbed in response, his cute whimpers and gasps made heat pool in your gut. Hand sneaking into your pants, you made slow circle on your clit, already wet with slick. His thrusts sped up, making you choke, drool pooling at the sides of your mouth. “L-looks so pretty,” he mumbles. You sped up your pace, playing with your clit, every thrust into your mouth getting you closer. It wasn’t long till his thrust got erratic, drooling and moaning. Even though he was worried you’d be caught earlier, it was pushed to the wayside.

Your mouth was so warm, so wet, your throat was so tight. Tomura couldn’t think, he could barely breathe. How you made him this way was a mystery.

“G-gonna cum, swallow, please, be good f-for me,” he groaned, pulling your head till you were pressed into his patch of white hair. Cum spilled into your throat, with how far his dick was down your throat, you had no choice but to swallow. Tomura pulled you off, pressing your mouth open, thumb against your tongue.

“Good girl.”

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m-u-g-i · 2 years

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I'm Sorry, Beautiful

Pro-Hero Shinsou x Quirkless Chubby Fem Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Being married to the amazing mind-controlling hero, you've been receiving vulgar comments due to your size and the fact with you being quirkless. Therefore, your mental health began to disintegrate and your physical health wasn't too far behind. Being ignorant of your health, your husband comes home after having a horrible day at work, unleashing his emotion into you, not realizing the kind of result that would occur later.

NOTE: The following consists of vulgar language, potential harm, emotional and verbal abuse, mental health problems, and medical acknowledgment. Please keep in mind there is no expertise in any medical events and the circumstances taking place are pure fiction for entertainment purposes. The author will hold no liability of offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive to any of the said topics.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Why of all people did he get with that fat chick?"

"Useless little twerp"

"He deserved better"

"At least have a quirk, you stupid cow"

These are just the "nicer" comments and messages I've received today.

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With my husband being the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou, it came to no surprise to see everyone murmuring about our marriage. Majority of the time, the gossip consisted of insults and judgmental statements made by his fans toward my weight or quirklessness.

And well, they were right.

I mean, Shinsou became part of the top 10 heroes, adored by the entirety of Japan, and the man's definitely one of the most attractive beings anyone could lay their eyes on. Plus, being an alumni of the infamous UA Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in producing a few of the first class heroes, his credibility increased rapidly. Someone of my stature would have been the last thing society would have thought to be his spouse.

What about me?

While being a quirkless yet simple woman who wanted to live a simple life away with from spotlight, I've aspired to become a music teacher. Growing up, constant degradation and bullying had me develop a concerning immunity from it and despite it all, my work ethic played as a distraction to push myself forward.

The original plan was to graduate high school, rent out an apartment, attend college, major in music and teaching and earn my Bachelor's Degree to become a music teacher, yet things quickly took a drastic turn.

First meeting at his favorite cat café, I was fresh out of high school, working to save up for college while he continued his training to gain his legitimate Hero's License. Being a regular at the café, it piqued his interest seeing a new employee and never did he think he'd gush over something other than kittens or a good cup of coffee.

With every good and bad day at training, when he wanted to de-stress at the café, I would be there, always working overtime and there have been numerous occasions when we were alone in the café and making comfortable conversations about each other's interests, hobbies, daily lives, friends, families, so on and so forth. Though completely petrified of his possible reaction, I decided to reveal my quirklessness. Instead of being disgusted, he simply smiled and embraced me, grateful I was able to confess such a secret to him.

From them on, our relationship became quite tight and proceeded years later. Right then, he finally earned his Hero License with me becoming his first and Number 1 supporter of his soon-to-be successful career.

Even after a while of tiresome days and gruesome villains, he told me the ability to muster up the courage ask me to become his girlfriend had to be the most difficult task he had fulfilled. I had become so eager to decline, afraid of the possible disappointment I'd cause him because of my size or quirklessness, however, he was quick to reassure my doubts, stating how my physical being does not affect the emotions he feels when being around me.

As he began to climb the charts, he had become more busy with patrols, meetings, fan greetings, villains, and so on. His face became known to the public eye incredibly quick, so it didn't take long for people to discover our marriage. Though he was ecstatic of the life he had achieved, I felt alone and insecure with my thoughts and those brutal statements being sent to me. Already being at the breaking point, who knows how long it'd take for me to shatter.

Though I was hesitant, I accepted his offer with our marriage being an end result. Moving in together, our financial status had been considerably stable considering my husband's occupation and by the coercion of said man, I have resigned from my job and been able to attend college.

Key word: coercion, not consensual.

Afraid to argue or anger--and with 2 months of convincing--I let him do what he wanted.

Life was amazing. Well, at least for him.

Author P.O.V.

Today is your birthday and every year on your birthday, you both would bake and decorate a cake of your choice before going out to the arcade to hang, the mall to shop or wherever you felt like going. Later, you both get something to eat and then, finish the day with a night stroll in the park with the cherry blossoms decorating nearly all the trees in the area. Cherry blossoms have always been your favorite flowers and well, your beloved husband always kept that locked in his mind.

Due to drowning yourself in work, it had been a week or so since your last genuine meal, yet you were ready to discuss matters with Shinsou and hopefully, have an amazing time with your spouse. Although, he hasn't been picking up your calls or answering your texts. With it already past 5 pm, the usual time he'd return home, he wasn't there, so with a melancholic heart, you began to bake a simple vanilla cake and decorated it with pure white frosting and coconut shavings. You then topped it with red lettering stating "Happy Birthday" before refrigerating it. Finally finished at 6:45pm, you waited a bit longer until your beloved husband returned.

You waited....

And waited....

But, nothing.

The clock struck 8 pm and with a disappointed sigh and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you decided to whip up Shinsou's favorite, fried rice with beef.

'Maybe he's busy. The least I can do is make him a homemade meal' you contemplated, attempting to remain optimistic.

After an hour or so, you set up only his plate, ready to dine, but you decided to wait once more, in case the man of violet locks came back to your humble abode. Yet, your hopes were left in vain as 2 more hours passed.

Tears finally escaping, you've given up on being patient for your lover and decided to contain your husband's plate in plastic wrap, placing it next to your cake in the refrigerator. Almost striking 11pm, your front door flew open as the man you've long awaited for finally arrived with his boots dragging and stomping with every step. Wiping away your tears, you gleefully forget your recent sorrow.

"Toshi!"

You run into his arms, only for him to weakly push you away, obviously exhausted.

Confused and concerned, you make eye contact with Shinsou, noticing the sticky sweat dripping from his forehead, dirt and debris decorating his face and costume, his eye bags in a darker shade, the slump in his posture, and just over all burnt out. Understanding of his condition, you remained silent of the special occasion and decided to tend to your beloved husband. Well, at least try.

"W-Welcome back, love. How was w--?"

He held up his hand in motion to silence you, to which you obliged.

"Not right now, Y/N. It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I-I made dinner. It's your favorite. You should eat before you sle--"

"No, Y/N. Again, I've had a long day and I just want. To. Sleep," he clarifies in a much rougher tone. Refusing to allow your husband to starve, you grab his plate and place it in his hands.

"I understand, babe. B-But, it's late and I don't want to go to bed without a proper mea--"

He then throws the plate to ground, completely shattering the dish and wasting the very delicacy you've worked so hard in making for him. You jumped and almost sobbed at the action.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" He exclaims, anger visibly breaking his patience.

You flinch at the sudden burst.

"WHAT BY 'I JUST WANT TO SLEEP' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"

"T-Toshi, I just wanted t-"

"I'VE HAD TO WORK ALMOST 6 MORE HOURS BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID VILLAIN WHO WANTED TO RAMPAGE THE AGENCY BUILDING!! NOW, MY SIDEKICKS ARE HAVING A PAY-CUT TO PAY FOR DAMAGES AND MY OFFICE IS F***ING DESTROYED!! THE LAST THING I NEEDED TODAY WAS TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAT*SS TALKING ABOUT FOOD!!"

"I pay our bills, I give you a nice house to live in, provided you with all the designer clothing and accessories women would envy for, and most of all, I made you my wife! I made a quirkless, fat chick my wife. Out of so many better options, I chose you, yet you can't fulfill a simple wish of leaving me alone?! Now, you can either shut up and let me go or I can kick you out right now and you can find some other hero to whore off to! What is it going to be?!"

You remained silent.

"That's what I thought," he remarked before storming off. However, he mumbled under his breath, not realizing you could hear the very words that would soon crush your spirit.

"Useless fat*ss. Why did I marry such a fat bitch?"

As if it were glass, you could hear and feel the core of your heart shatter as your eyes dulled blankly with tears streaming similarly to rivers. The excruciating pain numbed your entire being as you knelt in weakness and cleaned the shards of glass and the dirty food, not attentive on the various cuts and wounds on your knees, palms and feet. The amount of redness escaping your body would've made the kitchen resemble a crime scene, so you made sure to tend to those wounds before clearing out the entire kitchen, leaving it absolutely spotless.

You brought out the cake, placed the candles on top and lit them before singing 'Happy Birthday' with a weak, cracked voice, unable to contain the emotions conjuring inside you.

"Happy Birthday to me," you whispered. Wiping your tears and taking a deep breath, you blew out your candies before you got up, carefully, feeling the stinging from your feet and hands as you carrying the slightly heavy cake back in the refrigerator.

'Guess I'll sleep in my office today' you thought before finding clothing that would hide your wounds.

Time Skip

With almost a week passing since the incident, Shinsou had been way too busy and exhausted to truly process everything that had occurred and had been currently taking place.

He doesn't realize that you've gone almost 2 weeks straight without proper nutrition, leaving you in and out of consciousness constantly.

He doesn't realize you've been drowning yourself in work, a toxic habit you've picked up in high school when you're overly emotional.

He doesn't realize your wounds haven't been properly treated by the necessary medical attention you needed and have been infected, yet you kept them under thick wraps.

He doesn't realize his wife hadn't been at her actual work office in a week, concerning her boss and co-workers.

He doesn't realize his wife is literally physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed and is on her last thread.

In the meantime, he's simply trying to get things over with at his agency.

Today, he's patrolling along with Number 1 Hero, Deku, and his old friend, Chargebolt. All three specializing in speed and long-distance attacks. As they made their way around the city, they began to catch up with each other, being the fact they were close back in high school. Turns out, despite being much older with families and spouses of their own, their personalities haven't changed much.

Everyone knew about Shinsou's agency building, so the electric blonde tried to crack a few jokes to lighten his mood, though it didn't really do much work.

"Get it? 'Cus he made his own lunch," Denki laughed.

"Uhh, Kaminari? Are you okay?" Deku asked, slightly concerned with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you literally made a joke of 3 students committing suicide because their moms made the wrong lunch again, twice," Shinsou added.

"But, the last guy made his own! That's the joke!" Denki whines, seeing his friends refusing to laugh. The other two look at each other, chuckling.

"Glad to see you still the same, Kaminari," Shinsou commented.

Denki remained pouty, but had a cracked smile at the comment. As they strolled throughout the tops of the buildings, Deku grabs their attention with a little 'oh'.

"Hey, Shinsou. I've been meaning to ask, where did you and Y/N go this week? Since you guys probably had to cancel things that day," the green-haired asked. Confused, the purple haired man just shrugged.

"Uhh, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed home this past week."

"Aww, so it was a domestic date? Did you guys still go to the park to see cherry blossoms?" Denki added.

"Cherry blossoms? No, we only go when it's her bir--"

The violet head's eyes widened almost triple the size of his normal sleepy expression.

"Wait, what's the date today?!"

Deku pulled out the date on his phone, only to have the purple haired man's heart drop to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, the man disappeared, ignoring the two males calling out for him in worry. The only thing on his mind was getting to you immediately. Swinging through the city buildings, he spotted his parked Mercedes and without hesitation, he grabbed his keys from his pockets and swung into his car, completely speeding to The 2Y Corporation, the supporting business building to which you worked at.

Disregarding the various honks and curses given to him on the road, his desperation of apologizing and compensating blinded his mannerism and decency. Finally arriving at your workplace, he sprinted to your office, ignoring the desk receptionists yelling at him to stop. The man booked it up the stairs, though it was illogical knowing your office is at the 17th floor of a 20-floor building. Once reaching your office, he swings the door open and sees you're not there. Worried, he looks around, hoping you were getting files or using the bathroom. Gaining the attention of everyone near your office, a voice called out to him.

"Shinsou?"

He turns to find Momo Yaoyorozu, another old classmate and your boss. The woman stands there, worried, seeing the dismay in your husband's expression and his lack of breath, giving her the indication he probably took the stairs.

"Yaoyorozu! Have you seen--?"

"Your wife? I've been wanting to ask you that. She hasn't been at work this past week."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," she responds. "Y/N was calling in sick, but she said she'd be doing the work at home. I told her to rest to better herself, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Guilt ingesting him further, he bows to the woman, thanking her and dashed out the building faster than when he entered. On the road once more, he pulled a Dom Toretto in the streets wanting to see the lovely figure of his wife. He was making sharp turns in the urban neighborhood to which your shared house was located. Pulling up in the driveway of the house, the man sprinted into the house, going straight for the bedroom. Greeted with emptiness, he goes into your office. Emptiness once more. However, the scent of coffee and the unorganized mess of files and folders flooded your desk.

Hearing the bathroom toilet flush, he hid in the shared bedroom behind the door, peeping to see you come out the bathroom. The sight that came out of the said room, oh, did this man's world come crumbling down.

You had vomit decorating your lips as you struggled to even stand, let alone exit the bathroom.

Your skin had become pale, emphasizing the dark eye bags under your eyes, which seemed to be much darker than his.

Your muscles had depleted into a sickly figure, leaving your posture slumped and your body looking frail.

Your hands, knees and feet where thickly wrapped, yet he can see red and bits of yellow seeping through the white bandages.

With every step you took, you limped, trembled and winced, struggling to even get to your office.

His heart shattered at the sight as he wanted to scoop you up, bridal style, and care to your every need. However, he needed to compensate for his wrong doings before you can even allow him to be near you, let alone touch you. Once you finally entered your office and closed the door, an idea popped in his head.

Cake.

'I'll make her a cake and sing 'Happy Birthday' and we can talk things out,' he thought to himself. Trying to remain optimistic, he stealthily left the shared bedroom.

Quietly yet quickly, Shinsou went into the kitchen to ready the ingredients and supplies. Going for the butter and eggs first, he opens the refrigerator, only to be greeted by an already-made cake, not even touched. There were used candles on the cake with the tips burnt out and the wax slightly melted. Rethinking of the past week, there haven't been visitors at the house and he knew you wouldn't invite anyone without letting him know first. Checking his texts, you didn't say anything about anyone coming over so, the only explanations he could think of was you either invited a friend over and forgot to tell him or....

....you lit them yourself and celebrated alone.

Your husband prayed it wasn't the latter, but that didn't refrain the regret and guilt from further consuming him. Tears finally fell down his beautiful lavender eyes as Shinsou decided to man up and just talk to you, straight up. Though he paused in front of your office door, hesitant to enter, Shinsou silently opened the door to keep you unaware of his presence, to which he succeeded in.

You remained embraced by the numerous sheets and folders on your desk as your head motioned up and down from the files to your computer screen in a constant movement. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the constant flashing of your phone as it was blowing up on the stand behind you, yet it was on silent. Seeing you distracted with your work, he took the opportunity to look through your phone. It never had a password since you both agreed to never keep secrets and you've always hated the fact that he often forgets your password.

Sliding to unlock, he sees various messages and DM's from anonymous and identified people. Scrolling through, he sees a variation of death threats, insults of your quirklessness, and body comparisons of yours with other Heroes, calling you 'fat' and 'ugly'. Shinsou sees that many of these comments and texts date back to 3 months and the most agonizing part....

.....it's shown that you read ALL of them.

Anger clouded his head as tears continued to flow down his handsome face. Unable to withstand such emotions, he turns your chair around, causing you to yelp. Though slower than usual, you processed his presence, causing your eyes to widen.

"Toshi? Why are yo--?"

Without letting you finish your question, he shows you your phone, causing shame to overtake you almost immediately.

"I can e-explai--"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees and hugged your waist, sobbing into your lap, but making sure he wasn't hurting you, especially your knees. Still in an emotional wreck yourself, it didn't take much for you break down as well.

"You were b-busy and I didn't want to bother you," you cried.

"Why d-didn't you tell me? You were holding up with this this whole time?!" He cried.

Looking up at your tear-soaked face, he caressed your cheeks with such gentleness and grace, as if you were fragile to touch.

"No. I don't care. If it involves you getting hurt by random people, shove the phone in my face, understood? I c-can't ha--"

He chokes on his tears as he takes a deep breath to recollect himself.

"I can't have you enduring all of that hatred alone. Especially, as your husband."

The lavender head strokes your cheek, shocked feeling more bone than normal fat.

"Baby, look at you. You're exhausted. Have you been eating?"

Through your sobs and sniffles, you shook your head 'no'.

"Wha-- Babe! Why not?! Have you at least been getting proper rest?!"

You shook your head once more.

"I-I'm sorry, Toshi."

From your point of view, you could see the very soul inside of your husband just wither. That alone made you break as you couldn't hold in the pain you felt inside, resulting into hard and louder sobs. Recalling that night where it was designated for your special day, your husband trembles in regret as he probably turned the special occasion into the worst birthday given to his beloved wife. Shinsou wipes your tears as they began to fall frequently.

"Toshi, it's fi--"

"My love, what have I done to you?" He stated, as his voice cracked.

"I am so, so, so sorry, beautiful. I've insulted you, I've degraded you, I've blamed you for something that you had no control over, I've taken your kind heart for granted, and most of all, I left you alone on your special day."

"Don't you dare tell me that 'it's fine'! It's not, Y/N! You know that!"

With such a broken smile, you hold his face in your bandaged hands, kissing his lips, nose and forehead before connecting your forehead with his.

"It's okay, Toshi. I'm okay. I just missed you, is all, okay? I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sobbing in your hands, he shook his head, refusing to believe the words that came from your mouth.

You paused as you diverted your eyes away from the man in front of you, refusing to answer. He, however, caressed your cheek, guiding your attention to go back to him and remain on him.

"No, baby. Stop apologizing. I am the sorry one. I became one of those monsters online. I was inconsiderate of you. And look," he states, placing your bandaged hands in his while looking at your knees and feet as well.

"I left you alone to deal with these injuries alone. I don't even know how you got them. Baby, tell me the truth. What caused these?"

"Darling, please don't ignore me yet. You can after this, but please. I-I can't see you wrapped up and not know what happened to my wife. Please, love."

Looking down, you exposed the truth about the plate as you hated to see your husband in such a state. As much as he hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him back. All you wanted was to make up and go back to how things were back then. But you knew it was going to take a bit of time for things to genuinely heal and go back to normal.

Hearing the truth had Shinsou's sorrow turned to self-loathing.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I did that to her? For what?!'

Frustrated, he bit his lip and looked at up at you as he remained on his knees.

"Hit me."

Shocked, you made eye contact with him to reassure yourself if you've heard that correctly. Unfortunately, you did.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, hit me," he repeated.

"Why would I--?"

"I hurt you, I angered you, I neglected you, I did all this stupid sh*t to you and you still apologize to me, when it wasn't your fault to begin with! Baby, please hit me. I can't withstand pulling such stunts on you without being punished!"

"I-I...I can't, Toshi. I don't want to."

"How else can I compensate, Y/N?! I....I don't want to leave unpunished," he begs.

You kiss his forehead once more.

"You have already apologized, my love. Plus, you've come back to me and you finally let me in your arms again. Baby, you've compensated enough already."

"No, it's not enough," he remarks. He looked around in slight anger before standing.

Shutting off your computer and filing away your worksheets and folders, he then picks you up and takes you straight to the car outside. He almost sobs again, feeling that you're weight dropped significantly. You're much lighter than he remembered.

"P-Put me down, Toshi! Where are we going?"

Without answering your question, he places you gently in the passenger seat before carefully buckling you up and entering through the driver's side.

"Toshi, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital. We're getting those wounds treated. They're infected and the pus is seeping through. After, we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant and you're going to eat everything you order, understood?" He orders.

Feeling the dominance radiating off of him, you nodded in silence.

"Good, now, hand," he commands. Giving him one of your bandaged hands, he holds it gently and gives loving pecks on the bandages. "From now, I'm going to keep track of how much you eat and how long you work. I do not want history to repeat itself."

Almost as fast as when he came back home, your lover sped to the nearest hospital to get you the necessary medical attention and a check-up of your overall health. Once arriving to the hospital, Shinsou discussed matters with the desk receptionists and was able to get a doctor within the next hour to get you treated and checked up.

You were placed to stay at the hospital for about 2 days, so the doctors would be able to keep track of your condition and though it was an uncomfortable and awkward situation for you, Shinsou refused to leave your side. He informed his agency of the current situation and with understanding hearts, they kept the agency going like normal. You, of course, opposed the idea, but Shinsou can be just as stubborn, especially if it involves your well-being. The man will move into the hospital if it meant being there for his wife; there's just no changing his mind.

After numerous tests, stitches, bandages and medicinal treatments, the doctor was able to confirm your condition as malnourished. The lack of nutrition and proper rest resulted into the infection in your wounds, yet fortunately, you were "healthy enough" get the treatment right in time. Any later would've resulted into decapitation of all your limbs or permanent paralysis.

Once you were finally able to leave, the doctor prescribed medication for your hunger and sleep and ordered you to take 2 weeks off to recover properly, mainly with rest and genuine meals. Almost as if the doctor was talking to him, Shinsou did everything you were ordered to do. He called off from work for 2 weeks to tend to you, he made sure to give you light and decent meals (heavy meals from the get-go may take a negative toll during the recovery) before evolving into slightly heavier dishes, he made sure you took your medicine everyday and he always cleaned your stitches before bandaging them up again.

You always felt helpless when your husband literally did everything himself, feeling guilty at the amount of labor he did just to make sure you were okay. The house chores, the medical treatment, bathing, changing clothes, feeding you; you felt similar to an infant being cared by their parent and you've tried doing things yourself (showering, changing, cleaning, etc.), but Shinsou would constantly catch you and scold you to rest before assisting you or doing them himself.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to enjoy the attention you got from your beloved.

Right now, you're both cuddling in the bedroom, watching anime on Netflix with your husband cuddled next you as if he were a toddler laughing unto his mother. You played with his wet hair since he finished showering after doing his usual routine of caring for you. Kissing his forehead, he looked up to you with eyes round and soft, love literally pouring out from them. You smiled at the man before you.

"Thank you, my love. You worked so hard to take care of me," you almost whispered with a smile. Reciprocating with a smile himself, he kissed your lips.

"It's the least I can do for acting like such a horrible husband."

You were about to defend him, but he quickly placed his finger on your lips.

"Don't try to defend my case. Exhausted or not, long day or not, that's no excuse to lash one's anger and frustration out onto their partner. I have no excuse, bub. I have so much to make up for and I swear this isn't a sliver of it."

He towers over you as you lay beneath him.

"I'm going to spoil my beautiful, curvaceous, thick goddess rotten. I don't care what those bastards think about us, but no one ever insults the very beauty I eloped with," he seductively whispers as he gently runs his fingers on your cheeks and arms. He takes your bandaged hand and places a gentle kiss on it, displaying the passion radiating off the man above you.

"That includes the beauty herself."

Looking at you attentively and intensely, he kissed your lips lovingly and he joined his forehead with yours.

"Don't underestimate the amount of ravishing gorgeousness contained in this masterpiece of a body you have, my love. If I ever do again, God forbid, slap me back into consciousness. I am a man who is undeserving of such a woman, so put me back in my place if I ever degrade it agai-- mmph!"

You interrupt my smashing your lips with his. Though caught off guard, he melts into the contact as he sigh in content. Momentarily, you pulled away with adoration sparkling in your beautiful eyes.

"Don't EVER say that about my husband again. If I'm not allowed to degrade myself of anything, that rule applies to you as well. We're married, Toshi. Therefore, we're now one whole. If one is not allowed to belittle their existence and being, the other shouldn't as well. We're going to argue, we're going to make mistakes, things will get rocky, but if we talk it out and not let our intrusive thoughts win..."

You peck his lips once more.

"...we'll be fine."

Smiling in complete relief, both of you embraced each other, happy that things are beginning to heal.

"Thank you, my love. I love you, bubs."

"I love you more, my Toshi. You still need to fulfill your promise of taking me to my favorite restaurant though."

You both laugh in unison as you shared one last kiss.

"I will, darling. I'm sorry, beautiful."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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A DOLLAR MAKE ‘IM HOLLER! (( pt. two ))

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! bakugou katsuki

-> NOTES: after the previous fiasco, y/n goes back to living her life like normal. but what happens when she begins to receive messages and calls from unknown numbers? will the police help her?

-> WARNINGS: stalking, unknown numbers, sexual content, nonconsensual photo taking, paranoia, anxiety, threats, tanjiro got that glock on him at ALL times, 6k+ words.

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THANKFULLY, after the two hotheads had left the restaurant, you had no other problems to deal with for the rest of the night. However, as you finished off your shift for the evening, the parting words from the silver haired man had stuck with you like glue. The thought of dealing with them again made you frustrated as well as fearful. Despite being well-trained in basic self-defense and having the ability to stick up for yourself and others when deemed necessary, you were still allowed to be afraid. Something was wrong with the two of them and you certainly didn’t want to find out what it was.

Hours had passed, the customers had trickled down to none, leaving yourself and those on the evening shift to clean up like usual for the day. Nothing out of the ordinary, and before you knew it, you were locking the restaurant up and waving everyone off, urging them to stay safe on their way home and that you’d be looking forward to seeing them the next day. That was one thing you were happy about, you actually enjoyed your job, even with the obvious drawbacks that came with it at times. With a huff, you messed around with your jacket and tugged your bag a little closer to your body, beginning your walk down the street towards your apartment building. It was bordering on being pitch black, with a sprinkle of fairy dust in the sky, aka stars, but you were fortunately able to see your surroundings with ease thanks to the street lights— even with their eerie flickers that needed to be taken care of by the ctiy. You would have taken the bus or a taxi to your apartment, but there was really no use since it took you about three minutes to get there by foot. You were saving money and time so it was worth it, even if you had to walk past lightless allies and abandoned buildings. You haven’t had a problem with walking home so you could only assume you were safe. Plus, you didn’t exactly have a car to drive anyways.

With a huff of relief, nearly cringing at the sight of the cloud of heat suddenly coming from your mouth and colliding with the cold winter air, you were pleased to see you were nearing your building. And once you got to the parking lot, you walked towards the stairs and began to trudge up them to go right to your door. All while doing this, you failed to notice a particular black hybrid car following behind you from a safe enough distance to not alarm you of its presence. The need to get inside and bundle up left you ignorant of the watchful eyes that were taking careful consideration of where you lived, what door you had walked to, and how long it took you to find your keys, open the door, and step inside.

As soon as you shut the front door behind you, you dropped your keys onto the tiny table you had nearby the door and kicked off your shoes, slipping into your comfy slippers so you could shuffle around the house, warming up your hands by rubbing them together. Making your way deeper into your comfortable home, you flipped the lights on and found the wall-mounted dial that controlled the AC and heater, turning the temperature a bit so your living space could heat up. It was about ten when you’d arrived home and that prompted a quick but needed shower, mostly for clearing your nerves and getting rid of the build up from today’s extremities. A good shower or lengthy bath always had a calming effect on you, but you were a little too eager to wait for a bath, you had to call your friend before the day ended.

Once you’d gotten yourself cleaned up and changed into different clothing, you made your way into your bedroom with our phone and flopped on top of the bed, already dialing up your closest friend. A couple of dial tones later and the phone was picked up, much to your surprise and relief.

“Moshi mosh?” A familiar and soft voice inquired.

“Nezuko! You’re awake, thank goodness. Hi, how are you?”

A brief pause was heard, which was then followed by a cheerful hum, you could almost hear the smile in her voice as she responded to you.

“(Y/N)! I’m doing great. And yourself? I hope you had a nice day at work… When are you going to come visit Tanjiro and I?”

With a nervous chuckle, you rubbed the back of your neck, sitting up on your bed to turn your phone onto speaker phone to continue the friendly conversation.

“Ah, I’m not sure yet, I may be able to come this weekend if I don’t end up burying myself in work, y’know? How’s work going for you? I haven’t been by the flower shop in a while.. I should stop by sometime.”

“You should! Come and have tea with me sometime, the shop’s been doing pretty great even if we’re not in the most… aesthetic part of the city. I’ll even give you some flowers on the house, and no I won’t take no for an answer.”

Her words made you remember one of the main reasons why you had called in the first place, causing you to clear your voice before responding once again.

“I know I know, I promise I’ll come and annoy you one of these days… I also wanted to ask you about something. Do you know anything about the, er, uh… I believe they’re called The Explosives or something like that.” Following your question was a pregnant pause. Something about the lack of response on Nezuko’s end made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you were worried that you may have offended her or something, but it’s not like you could see her face. You had begun to overthink so much that you nearly missed your friend’s response.

“The Explosivos…? Yes, yes, I know them, only a little bit about them though. They, uh, run this part of town, apparently… I don’t know much about them other than that you shouldn’t get on their bad side, there’s no telling how they’ll react. They’re a gang of aggressive people run by two equally aggressive men. I think… Tanjiro may know more than me since he’s a detective and all, you’ll have to ask him, Y/N.” After fully absorbing her words, you stiffened immediately and shuddered, those two couldn’t be… they couldn’t, there was no way, but you had to find some way to make sure.

“Nezu, do you happen to know what they look like..?”

“Hmm? What do they look like…? Well, I’m not sure, I think I’ve… heard… big brother…”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. She was falling asleep! And once Nezuko drifted off to sleep there was no way to wake her up until she woke up on her own, you had to get her to answer now before she passed out.

“Tanjiro said what? What’d he say?? Please don’t go to sleep, Nezu!” You pleaded, nearly leaning off the edge of the bed trying to hear what else she was going to say. Nothing. She’d fallen asleep.

With a sound of frustration, you rubbed at your temples and hung up the phone, plugging it up onto the charger near your bedside. You’d have to call Tanjiro tomorrow instead, hopefully he could fill you in on the missing details.

…

Did the universe hate you this much? The next day after your call with Nezuko you had tried to reach Tanjiro, only to find out that he’d gone on a mountain retreat with some of his cop buddies, for some training camp of sorts where the phone reception was shit. And what were the odds? He’d be gone for a week. You can only hope that your assumption was wrong and the two men you’d had to deal with yesterday were just some lackies from the group and no one important. It’s not like you could do anything aside from that, and so, you continued on with your life like normal, your week was the same as they always were, and before long you had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal. You were far too busy with work to dwell on what had unfolded a week ago, you had even forgotten to call Tanjiro to ask about the heads of the group. Being in the business of customer service made situations like that happen more offen than naught, so it was truly no surprise that you had forgotten all about those two men who’d disturbed your business. And that… would be the beginning of your downfall.

Just as a sense of normalcy for you was being reached yet again, everything came crashing down on you one morning when you were getting up to get dressed for another weekend shift. You were planning on going to see Nezuko after your shift to surprise her since you hadn’t met up in a couple of weeks, it was something to look forward to so you were in an especially good mood that day. In the middle of tugging on your work pants, you were interrupted by the sound of your ringtone and being a little spunkier than usual, you went to retrieve your phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID, speaking rather chipper into the phone.

“Hello?”

For a moment, there was silence, but then you heard the sound of heavy breathing, making you wonder if you were hearing things.

“Uh… Hello? Can you hear me?”

More heavy breathing.

“… I think you’ve got the wrong number, goodbye..!” You hung up afterwards, pulling your phone away from your face to go and look back at the call log, frowning when you saw that the call was from an unknown number. You were about to tuck it into your pocket after tugging your pants on the rest of the way when your phone rang again.

Unknown.

Once again, you answered the phone, but you were a little harsher this time with your tone.

“Hello? Who is this? This isn’t funny!”

“…”

“Don’t call me again.”

Yet again, you hung up. And then it rang again, only a second after you had successfully ended the call. Quickly, you declined it. And then they called again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

This was beginning to piss you off, someone must be pranking you. With a slight tick in your brow you quickly blocked the phone number and shoved your phone into your pocket, continuing with your day, your happy mood was ruined. But, you were going to continue on with your day as usual and forget about the weird game of phone tag, you pushed it to the back of your mind, and you were doing just fine until you got off work early. Since you were so work-oriented, you didn’t bother to check your phone often, and you were surprised to see a text message notification waiting for you across your lock screen as you started making your way to the bus stop so you could ride down to Nezuko’s Flower Shop. Since you didn’t have notifications previewing on, you decided to read it once you got safely to the bus stop where you took a seat on the weird metal bench underneath the bus shelter that looked more like a sculpture than a seat; it was the city’s way of making the seat as uncomfortable as possible so that the homeless wouldn’t sleep on it. They should have been focusing on more important things, but you digress. Unlocking your phone, you entered into the messaging app and opened your most recent text, having to do a double-take at the tiny words on the screen that greeted you from a number you didn’t know.

I don’t appreciate you blocking me. No worries though, I’ve got other ways of reaching you. I’m keeping my promise after all.

You reread the message a couple times, trying to understand what it meant and if it was for you. And then, your blood ran cold when those three little dots popped up, signaling that they were typing a new message. You felt anxiety swell up inside you upon seeing it and you wanted to quickly hit the home button, but it was too late, the message had already been sent, popping up and nearly making you jump out of your own skin.

I can see you read my message. Why aren’t you responding? Block me again and see what happens.

The threatening undertone of the text message had you quickly exiting out of the app, right as the bus had pulled up and opened its doors. Hurriedly, you stood up and climbed onto the bus, ignoring the incoming swarm of texts as you scanned your bus pass and went to take a seat in the back. Rosa Parks wouldn’t have approved but you were far too stunned to think about her right now.

After getting situated, you turned your phone to look at your lock screen again, only to audibly gasp at the amount of text message notifications you’d gotten in the span of less than three minutes. Whoever was messaging you was demanding your attention, wanting you to respond back to them since you’ve read their messages. Who was this? What did they want? With a sense of frustration and bewilderment, you opened the messaging app again and answered one of the many texts they’d sent you.

Who is this? Do I know you? What do you want???

Milliseconds later, you saw your message was read and then those three little dots popped up yet again. With a mingle of many different emotions, mostly anxiety, you waited for them to answer.

They had to have the wrong number. Who could be messaging you like thi—

Woooooooooooow.

How could you forget about me, Y/N? Especially after all the effort I’ve put into learning about you.

As soon as you read that, you blocked the number, though you subconsciously knew that that wouldn’t stop whoever from continuing to find a way to contact you. That, however, didn’t stop you from turning off your phone and avoiding the problem all together, eager to get to Nezuko’s Flower Shop and find some comfort in her calm yet cheery personality.

That afternoon, you finally made it there, and were immediately greeted by open arms and bright eyes, eager to talk to you about anything and everything while the two of you shared a pot of tea she had just freshly steeped. Her presence always seemed to calm you, no matter what situation you were in, you were always grateful that you had met her back in school, the two of you had been close ever since. In an attempt to forget the strange messages, you didn’t bother to bring them up to Nezuko and instead, the two of you discussed other things, such as your work, hobbies, and the new shipment of sunflowers that Nezuko had gotten from the cute farmer boy Zenitsu.

It was a nice change of pace from working all the time, spending some time with Nezuko and having your friendly talks, the two of you teasing each other about romance and whatnot. With ease, the deeper you sunk into your happy conversation and with every new mug of tea poured, you were shoving this new development further and further away from the main track of your mind. And for good reason. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this?

…

Texts. Calls. Voicemails. Hundreds upon hundreds a day. You were drowning in the paranoia that was beginning to eat away at your sanity. How many days has it been since this started? When was it ever going to end? After that evening you had departed from Nezuko’s flower shop after rejecting her attempts to drive you home, you had made the mistake of turning your phone back on and immediately regretted doing so when you saw the new rush of missing calls and messages.

You look pretty today. You should wear those jeans more often. See image attachment.

Who are you dressing up for like that? Wish I could suck on those soft looking thighs. Bet that fat pussy of yours tastes just like honeysuckle.

Do you like jewelry? I saw this and thought of you. Want me to buy it for you? See image attachment.

Thinking about you and that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Are you a spitter or a swallower? Think it’d be hot either way. Bet you slobber too, don’t you?

I was thinking about you today. I remembered the way you smelled and that’s all I can think about. What kind of shampoo do you use?

The messages you got were a constant rollercoaster, going back and forth, it was almost like they had two distinct personalities. It was unnerving.

The voicemails mirrored the strangeness. Heavy breathing. Groaning. Grunting. Whispered curses. Suspicious clapping. You were starting to think you were going to get gray hair after dealing with this shit for so long, even though in reality it was only a week.

No matter how many numbers you’ve blocked, the messages continue without pause. The threats that came with you blocking the numbers had stopped all together because, at the end of the day, they still managed to call, and text you from an entirely new number, each and every time.

You could have gone to the police, you should have, but what were you supposed to do? As long as the messages don’t escalate, you should be fine.. Right?That’s what you keep telling yourself at least, no matter how unsafe you feel, even in your own home, even when you go back and forth from work to home. Things could be worse, you remind yourself as you head to work again for the umpteenth time, ignoring the newest spam of messages that were no doubt going to try and ruin your morning. Ever since you started receiving the unwanted attention you’ve been extra vigilant with every move you made, but you weren’t going to let the weirdness impact you too much, you kept your work schedule and your already struggling social life underwraps— all while ignoring whatever was sent on your phone unless it was from someone you knew. You hadn’t told anyone about this, not even Nezuko, you didn’t want to worry her. And perhaps you should have told Tanjiro because of his occupation, but you didn’t want to make either of them become worried on your behalf, they both had a tendency to be rather protective over you, which you appreciated, but sometimes they babied you and that was annoying.

As you began to walk to work, you started to reminisce about your High School days. You’d just moved to Musutafu from your hometown, it was… an adjustment, improving your Japanese and becoming better adapted to a new culture. You were different. You stood out. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but mostly in an uncomfortable way. People were mean, especially teenagers, you hadn’t realized just how ruthless and abusive they could be, teachers brushed it all off and swept it under the rug. No wonder why the death rates were so high. After a month of being at your High School you were convinced that there were no more good people in the world, that was until Nezuko had appeared, she was the new girl after you and people flocked to her like moths to a flame. You did feel a bit jealous at first, but then, unexpectedly she had approached you with a look of awe— something you were used to as people looked at you like some kind of animal at a zoo, but there was something about her gaze and her shy smile that you couldn’t look away from. The soft spoken girl with unnaturally pink eyes introduced herself to you and asked to be friends, while also eagerly asking you things about yourself. The two of you had hit it off with surprising ease and Nezuko was your first real friend since moving there. You had become inseparable, and with that, it wasn’t a surprise when you had ended up meeting her older brother, Tanjiro, who quickly took you under his wing as yet another younger sibling. Having the two of them as your friends has been quite a blessing.

As you approach the front door of the restaurant, you pull out your keys and unlock the doors, sighing as you step inside and begin to set the place up, waiting for the others to come in for the little-later-in-the-morning shift. Who the fuck wants wings and beer at 9am anyways? You didn’t open your franchise until 11:30 am. You began to wipe off the tables and leathered seats, simply for sanitary reasons, and went back to your nostalgic daydreams.

Being best friends with the steadily-growing popular new girl wasn’t always gumdrops and rainbows. Absolutely not, especially with you looking the way you did. Not only were you drastically different from others in this country based on skintone alone, you were also bigger than most, especially in this country, making you a prime target for bullying. Nezuko hadn’t always been around when girls in your class would come to pick fights with you or try and belittle your character, and Tanjiro was an entire class above you so he definitely couldn’t be around all the time either. You didn’t have a problem with defending yourself when proven necessary but that didn’t stop people from pushing you or shoving you a little too roughly into doors or walls or into the corners of desks.

You stopped daydreaming for a moment when you heard the bell at the front ring which meant someone had entered, looking up from the spot on the table you’d been buffing for the last five minutes, you smiled at the sight of Pony and gave her a quick greeting, which she returned with a smile and went right to work. Moving away from the table you’d buffed to perfection, you moved to another table and dove back into your memories.

A quiet chuckle escaped you when you remembered what happened when Nezuko had invited you over to her home to study, and when you were heading up the stairs to her room her eyes just happened to see the bruise on your thigh that your school uniform skirt failed to cover. As soon as the two of you were in the privacy of her bedroom, she began to ask you questions. They were simple questions, but somehow she ended up pulling the truth out of you and you spilled everything to her, telling her about the snarky bitches that were always coming up to you behind her back to bully you, which resulted in bruises like the one she had seen. You weren’t 100% sure what happened once you’d told everything to her since all she did was hug you and change the subject but after that, she was always by your side, even more than before, plus, you saw a lot more of Tanjiro. It had gotten to the point where neither of them would even let you walk anywhere off and on campus without either of them by your side. You wouldn’t want to imagine what would happen if you told them you had a stalker now. Sure, they were both grown ass adults with careers but you never underestimated their protection skills, you were an unofficial yet official member of the family after all.

By the time you’d finished your reflection, you were back in a decent enough mood to work with a small smile on your face, acting as the hardened backbone for your girls as the day went on. You couldn’t have asked for a happier life, even with this creep situation you’ve been put in, but you wouldn’t let it take control of your life. As far as you could tell, it was probably harmless (but still perverted), it was just someone hiding behind a screen and sending you vulgar messages, with the occasional dick pic here and there, or… pictures of you walking home at night or leaving Nezuko’s flower shop or pictures of expensive jewelry in a jewelry store. You’ve seen shows about stalker cases like this in fictional crime shows, the police don’t do anything until the person being stalked gets their home broken into or if the stalker gets up close and personal or if— the stalker kidnaps them. You shudder at the thought and quickly shake your head, remembering where you were at at the moment. It was a little later in the evening but you were still at work, you had plenty of things to busy yourself with and distract yourself from the impending danger. And so, that’s what you did, you buried yourself in your work like you usually did whenever you needed to dissociate. It worked most of the time, even now.

But, in doing so, that meant that time sped up a little faster for you, and you were forced to face the music after running on auto-pilot all day. You don’t even remember cleaning the tables and saying goodbye to everyone, when you finally came to, you were back where you started, only this time you were locking up and the sky was dark, not bright like it was when you first got here. It was time to walk home, again. Which meant you had to speed walk all the way back to your place while simultaneously looking over your shoulder, searching for something out of place or to see if anyone was following you.

Only when you got into the comfort of your own home did you let out a breath you’d been holding, haphazardly kicking off your shoes near the front door and peeling off your jacket to toss it into the hallway closet. After putting on your slippers, you decided to do your usual nightly routine, but instead of your usual shower you figured a bath wouldn’t be too bad. And so, you slipped into your bedroom and exhaled, enjoying the familiar smells that filled your nostrils, flipping on the light switch to watch as your bedroom was flooded with light. That’s when you saw it.

You sprinted out of your room and went into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife you had out of your kitchen as your weapon of choice. The adrenaline pumping through your veins, mingling with paranoia was making your entire body tremble but you had to confront the situation. You had to call someone. You were freaking out at this point and didn’t know if you'd be able to move an inch from where you were. Yanking your phone from your pants pocket, still holding the knife with your other hand, you backed up into a corner of the kitchen where you wouldn’t be blindsided and unlocked your phone. You nearly vomited on the floor when you saw the recent messages.

You should really get your locks changed, there’s a lot of crazy people out there, doll. I just want you to be safe. Did you like the present I got you? I think it compliments your skin pretty well. And use the money to buy yourself a car, I’m tired of seeing you walk around without any protection. Make sure it’s a white plate, none of those yellow plate shit cars

Your hold on your phone tightened and you looked up quickly towards the hallway where your bedroom door was, your door left ajar. What money? After turning the lights on the only thing you saw was a big, black velvet box in the middle of your bed, nothing else. What kind of stalker leaves money???

Switching out of the messaging app, you quickly chose Nezuko’s contact and started a facetime call with her. After a couple of rings and some silent prayers from you, she picked up the phone. In normal circumstances, you would have laughed at how ridiculous she looked with her panda-themed face mask on but right now you had no time to think of such trivial things.

“Y/N? You don’t usually facetime me, what’s up?”

“Nezu,” you began, instinctively whispering to her out of fear that your stalker was still in your home. “I think someone’s in my house and I don’t know what to do.”

There was a pause on her end as she stared at you in silence for a moment, trying to see if you were joking or not but then she got up and moved. “What do you mean? Are you still inside? Why aren’t you calling the police? I’m gonna tell Tanjiro to go to your place right now!” She had dropped her voice down to match your volume level while hurriedly walking around her shared home. You looked away from your phone to glance around your home as well to see if you’d see something you weren’t supposed to, and when you saw nothing you decided to speak up again, finally making the decision to tell her what’s been going on lately. “I-.. I’ve been dealing with a stalker who’s been sending me weird messages and calling me every day and sometimes they send me pictures of me doing things like watching home and going to work and-“

“Wait a goddamn motherfucking minute—“ Nezuko suddenly said, using all of the English curse words you’d taught her without even a lick of an accent. “You have a stalker and you didn’t tell anyone?? What the actual flying fuck, Y/N? I’m coming right now. Stay where you are and don’t hang up the phone. I’m gonna put myself on mute for a second so I can talk to Tanjiro but I’m still watching you, alright?” She said, muting her end of the facetime so she could hurry around her house. You watched as she moved around with purpose from a weird angle of her holding the phone so that it was pointed underneath her chin. She would occasionally glance down to make sure you were still there but eventually she came across Tanjiro, currently going over a case from work. You looked away from your phone screen for a moment to keep a lookout for any movement in your apartment or listen for anything suspicious. So far, there was nothing, it looked like it was just you here, but you weren’t stupid, you weren’t going to go and investigate by yourself. The best thing would be to wait for Nezuko and Tanjiro, even if you were halfway there to biting your nails clean off from sheer anxiety alone.

Just as she promised, the two of them had quickly shown up to your place and Nezuko remained on the phone with you the whole time. As soon as you saw that she and Tanjiro were literally right outside you hurried to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open, letting the two of them come inside. Tanjiro came in first and silently motioned for the two of you to remain near the front door after it was closed and locked. He was currently in his pajamas since he’d rushed over here as soon as Nezuko told him of the situation and he drew his gun, holding it safely in front of him with the barrel facing downwards. Similar to what you’d seen on countless TV shows with police officers going into homes for raids, he began to stealthily check your apartment out, making sure that no one was lurking in any corners or was hidden somewhere in the dark. While he had disappeared down the hall to check out your bedroom and bathroom, Nezuko placed a hand onto the small of your back and rubbed a comforting circle there, hoping to ease your nerves even while you remained clutching the knife. The two of you waited there for what felt like hours in suspense, not hearing a thing, not even the sound of Tanjiro’s footsteps.

Perhaps you were on edge, rightfully so, but when he came back around the corner you couldn’t help but to bring the knife upwards, a little closer to you in case you needed to protect yourself. But, upon seeing it was just the personification of sunshine himself, you sighed, lowering the knife as he approached with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, Y/N-chan, didn’t mean to scare you. I was coming back to tell you that no one’s here but I did grab the things off the bed.” He held up a gloved hand that was currently holding the box you saw earlier, along with a bright red envelope. “Are these the things that spooked you?” Seeing that there was no immediate danger, you lowered the knife completely to your side before nodding your head. The older man frowned at that, seeing how shaken you had become and nodded his head, speaking up again. “Let’s pack up some things for you and then go back to the house, I wanna hear more about this ‘stalker’ you’ve been dealing with lately.”

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As much as you hated the idea of being babied by your two long time friends, you didn’t seem to mind all that much right now, currently sitting in between the duo of concerned siblings. Just as Tanjiro had proposed, you had decided to come completely clean to the two of them about the recent issues you’ve been having to deal with. It was awkward for you, showing them the vulgar messages and letting them listen to the nasty voicemails you had been sent over the span of a week. Tanjiro seemed especially disturbed by the things he was reading, wishing you had told him about this in the very beginning considering he was a police officer after all, and also saw himself as your older brother. Once you had shown them everything on your phone, Tanjiro put the ‘gifts’ down onto the coffee table where the three of you had been sitting on the floor in front of the living room couch. He still wore a set of black latex gloves, popping open the velvet box with caution to see what was inside. And then, almost with inappropriate comedic timing, the three of you gasped at the same time upon seeing the snowflake-cut citrine pendant with gold around it, a solid gold chain to match, sitting prettily in the case. You could only imagine how much it must have cost, which begged the question of how much money was in the envelope? It seemed that your brunet friend was asking the same question with the way he picked up the envelope to slowly peel it open after setting the velvety box down. And once it was open, he pinched the sides of it and pushed them inwards, causing the envelope to pop open in an oval shape, revealing the thick stack of yen that was more than you’d ever seen in your life. Silently, the three of you stared at the things in front of you, not daring to move or say a word. Tanjiro had seen his share of stalker cases but nothing like this.

That was an hour ago.

A few minutes after your group discovery, Tanjiro left the house to take the necklace and envelope of money down to the police station for processing, hoping that prints could be pulled. He told you and Nezuko to stay inside while he was gone and make sure that everything was locked, which neither of you hesitated to check. Once you were safely inside of their home, or as safely as you could be, Nezuko took you to her room where it was decided you’d share a bed for the time being. But for now, you couldn’t sleep, and neither could she. How could you? You were still shaken up about the whole ordeal. Someone had let themselves into your home, invaded your privacy, and was keeping tabs on you like you were their property. It was unsettling beyond belief and you were truly unsure of whether or not you’d be able to sleep a wink after this. However, you spoke too soon, it seemed that the adrenaline pumping its way through your blood had dissipated completely and you were beginning to crash from working so hard all day. Has Nezuko’s bed always been this comfortable? Before you knew it, you were drifting off into a deep sleep and watching the back of your eyelids, Nezuko soon followed after.

Your phone, placed on top of the dresser on the side of the room pushed up against the wall near the bedroom door lit up the darkened ceiling, displaying a message that you wouldn’t be able to miss the minute you woke up and checked it.

You really shouldn’t have gone to the cops, piggy. It’s not like they’re gonna do anything for you anyways. And going to your lil’ friend’s house ain’t gonna help you either. I know everywhere you go, everywhere you sleep. You can’t run away from me.

-> TAGLIST: @simpforerensattackontitan , @mehhhho3o , @onlyk4is , @winterlovessanemi

-> AUTHOR SPEAKS: y’know it’s serious if sweet lil’ baby nezuko starts cursin’… anywho, who do you guys think is sending the messages and gifts? hehehehe i bet y’all already know but you can’t tell who is who. gimme your best guesses!

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duxearlier · 1 year

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MIXED FEELINGS

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff.

taglist: open

CHAPTER ONE || MONOMA'S A PET!

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taglist: @legolashaught @touyatodorokislut @otomegame-oneshots

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inactive02939 · 2 years

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hi name buddy <33 do you mind writing hc of bakugou and kirishima going shopping with a thicc fem s/o? tysm!

pairing(s): kirishima x bakugou x fem!reader

content warnings: slight fatmisia, catcalling, bakugo likes kicking ass but also likes his reputation

authors note: AAAHHH!!! this was so fun to write-- i wasn't sure if you wanted them separate, but you didn't specify. also this wasn't proofread. hope you enjoy!!

okay these two are.. protective, for the most part

kirishima has an arm around your waist and bakugo holds your hand and stares at the onlookers

a lot of people stare; the japanese standard is slim and petite

sometimes people comment on your figure, but not out of disrespect; it's just out of surprise

i think that's culture shock but i'm not sure

a lot of people ask for a picture with you

bakugou thinks they are making fun of you, and most of the time they aren't.

whenever you'd get catcalled, bakugou would make little explosions on his hands, and when that wasn't enough he'd usually start a fight.

sometimes he fights with kirishima about fighting other people

they like watching you try on outfits. not in a sexual way, but they just like how you look in different styles of clothing

they like seeing your face light up when you get something you like, so of course they spoil you!

also kirishima embarrasses you guys and tries on heels when you're having a bad day to make you laugh

it works.

in summary these two are total weirdos but also so sweet and we all wish that they existed <3

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

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