your f/o(s) are not ashamed to be seen with you. in fact, quite the opposite; they are PROUD to be seen with you. you are their partner, their most beloved.
your being fat doesn't change anything. they love being with you, being around you, and they love being seen with you. they are proud to have you as their partner.
they show you off gladly. they talk you up when you aren't around, bragging about you, and they are smug when you are around because you are theirs.
fat positive for selfshippers #012: ableism mentions
if you're fat and you have chronic health problems, mobility issues, anything that makes it physically difficult to move and exercise, i am here to tell you one important fact:
your f/o(s) love you unconditionally. they do not judge you for your health problems, because they understand how nuanced and difficult any and all health can be. your f/o(s) do everything they can, that you are comfortable with and well within your boundaries, to help you in this very ableist world and they don't expect you to try to be some absurd standard of ~healthy~. they love you exactly as you are.
and if someone else is rude to you about it? you know the lines they'd use, and your f/o(s) would not stand for it. they'll jump to your defense instantly, however you need. whether it's just having your back, holding your hand or touching your shoulder, or even actually verbally defending you. your f/o(s) will defend you and support you when it comes to your body, your choices, and your health.
your f/o(s) love you for you, and that includes every aspect of you. including your physical health. the only thing they care about is what YOU care about for your health. they don't judge, won't judge, and will simply give you that love and support that you deserve and that your f/o(s) are honored to give you.
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Anon asked: Can you do aizawa x fat! Student! Readerlemon or fluff i want both in all honesty! Possible if you can make it a series? I really truly adore your creative Writing on fanfiction, it makes me/everyone feelz special while reading it! It cheers me up alot and get my mood on fire!<3
Yass!! Aizawa is so great, I love him so much! I’m glad you enjoy my writing. I hope you enjoy this! Also, reader is 20 in this story and a college exchange student from America.
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Oversea Love:
You sighed looking at the clock above your stove. He was late...again.
It didn’t really surprise you since from the first day you met the pro hero, he was late for your scheduled training at the local university. You were an American exchange student here for College. There were only a handful of exchange students, it was a new program they were trying that paired each student with a pro hero for their first year as they help them to continue to build your quirks, taking you out on assignments and helping you build a name for yourself in the community like an internship on steroids if you will.
It’s been about eight months since you started the program with Eraser Head, but you call him Shota or Sho for short. You have since...your first night together. It wasn’t expected at all, it just sort of happened after coming back from a patrol with the hero.
It was a villain that was too coward to fight at first, jumping you from the shadows of the alley, using his quirk to his advantage; a fucking speed quirk. Those fuckers are a pain in the ass and that rang true with the fight you and Eraser Head had with him. The damn man went after you, a smirk on his face the whole damn time.
You know why he went after you, it’s the same thing every time; your weight. Everyone around you doubted you were going to be a hero, are a hero, etc. just because you’re bigger than the average hero. However, you proved them wrong, the villain was being too cocky and soon found out the power of your quick and how much he fucked up. However, before that happened, he used his speed quirk to attack you multiple times; cutting you and punching you and you were beaten up, you weren’t going to lie.
Shota was gentler with you after seeing the amount of damage on your soft body. He knew you weren’t weak in the slightest, but he told you that seeing you in that condition made him worried and pissed beyond comprehension. A smile tugged at your lips at the memory of how he carried your soft, battered form back to your apartment to patch you up.
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“I told you to stay to the sidelines (Y/N)! That bastard was the one the police have been after, the one that took down two other pros in the last week.” Aizawa rummaged through your bathroom to find first aide equipment as he continued to scold you and your actions.
“You were pinned Shota, I had to jump in!” You stood up as he came back into the room, arms full of bandages and tubes. Wincing at the fast movement and fresh wounds, the pro hero only gently shoved you back down onto your bed where you were previously sitting.
“I’m a pro (Y/N), I can handle it.” He gestured for you to raise your arms which you did. Lifting your shirt up, he tossed the bloody and torn fabric to the side, his eyes scanning your body at the damage.
“I...I was just worried okay? You were getting beat too.” You shifted your eyes away, too afraid to meet his gaze as he started to clean your wounds, your heavy body jerking once in a while at the alcohol he was using to disinfect everything. There was silence for a while as he continued to clean you,wrapping various parts of your body that were in worse shape. All the while, your round cheeks flushed at just how pathetic you must’ve sounded to him.
“You’re an easy target.”
Your ears perked at his words....even he was mentioning your weight. You figured he’d mention it sooner or later, but damn. You only looked away as you felt tears well up in your eyes, you held it in, refusing to cry in front of him, you also wrapped your arms around your still exposed stomach, clutching the pillow like skin, suddenly so ashamed of it.
“N-No! I don’t mean your weight (Y/N)...you’re perfect just the way you are. I-I meant the fact that the villains around here know that you’ll do what it takes to help those around you; you think about how to get everyone safe before forming a well thought out plan...villains will easily use that to their advantage.”
You looked up at him, a red color evident on his cheeks as he looked away from you. A laugh erupted from your throat at the mere sight of the pro hero blushing like a bashful boy.
Without thinking, you stood up, pain in your face still, but your mind at ease as you hugged him. After a few moment, his arms wrapped around your still uncovered top half, fingertips dancing along your soft bandaged skin.
“C-can I try something?” His voice cut the comfortable silence to which you only nodded, still enjoying the warmth his arms and body were bringing you.
“You can push me away and it’ll never happen again if you don’t want it, okay?” There was a serious tone to his voice which was always there, but there was more of an edge to it. Nodding your head again, he pushed away from the hug, hands sliding down to your hips.Biting your lip, your eyes glanced into his as he leaned his head down, inching closer to you and soon, your lips were against one another. One of his hands slid up the expanse of your back, going over the bandages and rolls adorning it before cupping the back of your head. His other hand sliding the short distance to cup and grope your ass.
You moaned at the feeling of well, everything. You gasped as you were suddenly lifted into the air as Aizawa picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way to your bed, sitting down on the soft mattress with you on his lap where you could feel just how excited he was.
Before he captured your lips once more, he just looked at your flushed face, before cracking a small grin.
“Everything’s cancelled tomorrow, you’ll be getting enough training tonight.”
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“(Y/N), I’m sorry I’m late, All Might held me up.”
Giggling at your boyfriends words, you just smiled at him from the couch as you saw him fling his briefcase to the floor, his usual scowl on his face. Ever since that night, you both have been seeing each other and of course keeping it professional when out and about when it came to training's and patrols.
A warm body slid next to you on the couch, arms wrapping around your soft and squishy middle, dragging your body down so you were mostly on top of him. You tried to wiggle out, but to no avail, he was just too strong for you.
“Shota, you’re never this clingy, everything okay?”
His arms tightened around you, hands running up and down your back, fingertips gently running over the rolls and curves of your back, tracing every single indentation on it as if this would be the last time he would be able to hold you like this.
“All Might knows about us.”
His words made you freeze, your smile dropping from your face. The number one hero was one of the faculty at your university. Your own hands started to run up and down his chest trying to ease your anxiety.
“What did he say?” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, your mind reeling at what he might’ve said.
“He said to be careful, that the media would eat this up and to try to be not so obvious when we’re training, until you’re done with the program that is, but above all he said that as long as I’m happy, he’s fine with it.” Your lips curved up at his words.
“You had me so worried for a minute there; jerk.” He only smirked at you and leaned down to capture your lips with his. Breaking the kiss, he just looking at you for a moment.
Hello Nikki , may I have a request please. :) can I have a trunk(DBZ) x chubby reader please where they are training but vegeta make fun of her because she fat and she won't make good warrior but trunk comfort her because she is a great warrior.
Hello dear~ I can totally do this for you! I adore Trunks so much. Here you go sweetie, I hope you like it. I have a huge bias for long haired trunks.
“Good job, keep it up (Y/N)!”
You could hear Trunks shouting praises at you as you continued to dodge punches and kicks thrown by the self proclaimed “prince of all saiyans” and you were pretty damn proud of yourself right now.
Being a human and keeping up with an alien with amazing powers is already impressive, but you weren’t like most of the lithe humans on Earth. You were bigger than most women - fat is a better word, but you never let that deter you from helping your friends fight and they never had an issue with it either.
Except Vegeta of course, he’d always poke fun at you any chance he got about your weight - mocking you and always saying you’d never be a “real warrior”.
Being caught up in your mind, you didn’t notice his fist coming into contact with your soft stomach until you felt the siring pain. Hitting the ground and skidding across the rough surface, your beaten body landed near Trunks who checked on you instantly fearing his father went too far.
“(Y/N), are you good?” You felt your friend lift your body up into his arms like it didn’t weigh a thing. “I’m good Trunks, don’t worry about me.” His eyes softened a bit at your words as he only shook his head.
Before you could get out of his arms, a voice filtered through the silent training room. “Why keep trying,” Lifting your head toward Vegeta, you grimaced. “You’re nothing but a fat human, why bother trying to be a warrior,” To add salt to the wound, he smirked and gave the final blow, “better yet, why try at anything at all, you’ll never be anything special.” With that said, he left the training room, leaving Trunks and yourself in dead silence.
You could feel the tears start to pool in your eyes as you tried so hard to keep them at bay, refusing to have Vegeta make you cry again.
A large hand started stroking your hair, as he brought you both down onto the floor and enveloping your soft body with his large one. “Don’t listen to him (Y/N), he doesn’t see how much of a great warrior you already are…” Shaking your head against his chest, the tears started to fall freely.
“What if he’s right Trunks, I’m too fat to be a warrior, I can’t keep up no matter what…I”m useless.” The cold air hit your face as Trunks pulled you back and stared down at your tear stained face, chubby cheeks that still outlined the tears path.
Thumbing away the rest of the tears, he gave you a weak smile. “You’re perfect just like this, never change,” Opening your mouth to argue back, a pair of lips crashed against your own leaving you in shock. After a few moments of the tender kiss, Trunks pulled back, blushes on both of your faces.
“He’s wrong, everyone who’s told you anything bad, they’re wrong. You’re a wonderful warrior, you have no powers or anything, you’re just so determined and willing to train and learn. You’re amazing (Y/N)…please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Biting your lip at his words, you nodded wordlessly as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and brought you back into a hug that you accepted without a thought.
idk how bc i don’t tag my fat reader stories w phrases the fetishists prob follow so idk how they find me
but my dayton x fat reader smut was just reblogged by a man who is in his 40-50s who legit said on one post that he hangs out at lane bryants to scope fat women and in tru “im a creeper who doesnt know this is not my place to speak or share w my fellow dickheads who think fat women are performing for us whenever they say or do anything sexual” had to put the short but gross comment of “nice story” or some shit i cant remember i was cringing so hard but like. why. why say anything that is that blank. bc u have to say SOMETHING. u have to make sure i know that u consumed my art and are giving me yr unwanted approval. it doesnt tell me anything in terms of feedback. it is rlly just bc u couldn’t NOT say something. u HAVE to take up space in an area not meant for u. and u want me to see it. that yr getting off on it. im like
dude
idc how down w us u think u are, idgaf if yr fat yrself, ive been arnd enough men to know a fetishizer when i see one and i do NOT make my stories for men who’re into fat women to get off to. my art is NOT for a “BBW” blog or anyone who believes in that lifestyle. like w/out getting into it too much i just wanna say- that whole thing is rooted in anti-woman, anti-feminist ideologies, and racism and objectifies women for simply inhabiting their bodies and ahhh. listen, my shit is written for fat women to read bc there is not much out there for US. and the things they supposedly make for us are still made for men, just instead of men in general it is geared towards the kinda men who look at our bodies as objects that get their dicks hard. and bc of that, they think we should be on our knees thanking them for the privilege of being blessed and approved by them bc they rlly believe all that matters to make a woman feel accepted is being viewed as a fuckable body.
i will light the ground on fire before i write anything for the enjoyment of a man. i am not for a man. i am for the fat women who need to see fat sex is real, i’m fat af and i’ve lived an extremely sexual lifestyle and i am not about to go back to the days of spreading my legs and pouring my heart out just so a man can get his nut and look at my body as something to consume.
