Just Thinking About Chubby Reader Asking Toxic Kiri Or Baku For A Workout Tips So They Can Lose Weight

Just thinking about chubby reader asking toxic kiri or baku for a workout tips so they can lose weight but they actually give tips that make them curvier/ gain weight bc they love the chubbiness

— bakugô katsuki X chubby!reader

▪︎warnings; sabotaging, toxic behaviour, unsupportive boyfriend

Bakugô is torn, on one side, he couldn't be more excited that you are asking for his help on a matter in which he takes so much pride, he excercises hard to stay fit and healthy and his body proves how much he's worked all his life. On the other side, he likes you too much just the way you are, just the way you look.

You look at him with pleading eyes and he almost dares to say no to you, yet again training you could be a perfect opportunity to see you in all sorts of tight clothes, he could even take you shopping and suggest what pair or leggings are better for streching...

"Alright, I'll do it, but you don't get to complain if it gets too hard".

When you ask him if you should be drinking the same protein milk as him, seeing as you don't work out as much as him, well, he feels kind of guilty. But then he remembers how soft and perfect you feel pressed under him and he just demands that you listen to him.

Besides, your body is only for him to look at, right? So you wanting to loose weigh is ridiculous. He makes sure you eat properly and is making you adjust to a perfectly healthy amount of working out, so what if some of the exercises he is putting you through are making your ass bigger? What if his routine isn't making your tummy disappear? It's his stomach to pinch and kiss, so why do you want to get rid of something that belongs to him? Why do you wanna make your legs to stop jiggling a bit when you walk when the the sight of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds into your gushing cunny feels so perfect, and it makes him want to stay inside of you forever, your soft thighs crushing his head between them.

It's simply ridiculous, you shouldn't worry your pretty little head with stuff like wanting to be thinner. You should only worry of keeping your pussy always wet and ready for him.

"Daddy~ please stop~I already came four times~"

"If you can still count, then clearly we're still a long way from done"

How does dabi drink??? Doesn't the liquid just fall in between the staples on the sides of his mouth????

I’m tipsy

I want Oikawa

Ltes goooo

Sorry for errors

[Summary: Tōru Oikawa + a god complex.]

Warnings!!!

God complex

Female y/n

Implied relationship

Cliffhanger

He’s just gotten home.

You don’t hear him just yet, upstairs. You’re busy with class, getting annoyed with the people in it. They were trying to copy off of your work, and didnt want to put any effort into the discussion.

You walk downstairs to get a glass of water to cool off when you see him.

Tōru is eating a cut peach off of a plate, dipping it in honey before he places it carefully into his mouth. He’s in his button up and slacks, yet he looks ethereal. You pause on the stairs.

He looks up at you, smiling slightly.

“Y/N, how was your day, dear?” He asks, voice layered in sugar as he takes another bite of honeyed fruit.

“Frustrating.” You answer, sighing heavily as you enter the kitchen to get a glass of water. You keep getting distracted by him, watching as he takes another bite of peach. The sun flowed so well against his skin, illuminating it in a yellow glow. You fill your cup to the brim, observing him as you walk to the table to sit with your water.

“Oh? Do tell.” He leans against the counter.

“These people in class are terrible, trying to copy off my work! When they haven’t done anything.” You vent to him, telling him how incompetent they were.

“How infuriating.” He replies, tilting his head like a curious bird looking at a shiny coin. “How dare they treat you like that, love. If I had my way, I wouldn’t allow them to even look at you. You are blessed by me, are you not?”

You hesitate. Why was he talking that way? It wasn’t unheard of for Oikawa to get confident, no. But this was different. Something about the way he was looking at you, the way he walked, the way his voice sounded.

“I suppose so, people are just stupid.”

His response is delayed by another bite of the fruit on his plate. He was almost finished. “Who cares about people?” His eyes glide over you. “You’re so benevolent for keeping up this nice façade, love. They should be grateful for even talking to you.”

Your stomach swirls, anxious.

“Façade?”

“You’re faking being nice, aren’t you? After all,” Oikawa smiles at you, chewing and swallowing the last piece of peach he had on his plate. He scoops up honey on his finger and swipes it against his tongue, a smile appearing. “I have graced you with my presence all the same. They should be happy to even look at you. I’ll squeeze every ounce of respect from their bodies.”

You shudder at the thought. “You..graced me, Tōru?”

He nods, sitting on the edge of the table. He looks down at you from your seated position in the chair. His brown eyes catch the sun and turn golden.

“I mean, I guess! You being around is lovely.” You continue, laughing nervously. You pause when he leans forward and kisses you. Honey and peach. The kiss is broken by you first. “I love you. “

“I know, Y/N.” He answers, pulling you onto his lap. “Who wouldn’t?” A slight smile. “I’m a fucking god.”

You laugh again at that.

“You’re beautiful, yes. Angelic, maybe. But god? I don’t think so.” You answer, bringing out a frown on his face. He pauses before kissing you again, running a thumb over your cheek. He trails it down to your neck in pecks.

“Don’t you feel holy, dear?” You’re too breathless to respond.

His voice comes back up to near your ear.

“You know what I’m going to do to you, hm?”

“Kiss me again?” You try, whimpering when he grinds into you.

He laughs at your naive comment and the noise you made. He felt powerful.

“No. I’m going to fuck you.”

If I was a man I'd be accused of mansplaining but in reality I think everybody else is just stupid and I'm the epitome of knowledge

Gentle Dominance

We all see plenty of images and videos on here with expressions of aggressive Dominance. Submissive faces pressed into the sheets as they’re taken from behind. Cute mouths gaped wide to take their owner’s intent into their throat.

But what about the more gentle forms of Dominance that brings them back to you without having to launder the sheets after?

What about braiding her hair for her and picking out a ribbon for her to wear in it?

Reading her a story while she soaks in a hot bath?

Polishing up her work shoes while she makes dinner? (or making dinner while she polishes her work shoes… whatever your gender role preferences are)

Teaching her something new, like putting in phone numbers for trusted resources in her phone and teaching her which one is which. Like your favorite towing company in case her car breaks down and you’re not able to get to her side fast.

How about teaching her how to check the oil level in her car or how to inspect her tires for wear? Yes, you’ll probably do this for her anyway but this shows you care about her, her safety and her situational awareness.

Let her teach you how to cook one of her preferred meals so you can step up when she gets sick. (Yes, this counts as Dominance because your instructing her to teach you how to take better care of her when she’s down)

Tying her shoes for her.

Brushing her hair out before bedtime.

Setting out bath items for her and selecting a bath bomb for her to use that evening. 

Get inventive. Be caring. Dominance doesn’t have to be this stoic and distant figurehead whenever it’s not horny time.