| MDNI. 18+ | petite reader, pregnancy, swearing, protective husband sho. request here! word count. 299
shoto loved more than anything his pregnant wife.
he loved the way you rubbed your belly when standing at the counter and cooking dinner, or how you rested your hand on your belly while reading your book, or even now when the two of you had friends over and everyone was gushing about how big your belly had gotten. his favorite part was how you absolutely glowed carrying his baby.
“can’t believe you’re about to have a fuckin’ baby, man.” kirishima sat next to todoroki on the couch, tossing his arm on to the back of the couch.
he’d been there since the beginning.
kirishima was your best friend who decided to try to play match maker with the two of you. everyday you thanked every god there could be for that.
a grin came across todoroki’s face, eyes still watching you in admiration. “i know. i’m so ready to have my baby girl.”
todoroki’s grin dropped, eyebrows furrowing when he watched you trying to get up, letting out a little huff of frustration. “what did i tell you about that?” he quickly jumped up, rushing to your side to gently pull you out of your chair.
“sho, i’m fine.” “y/n, you’re eight months pregnant.” he narrowed his eyes down at you slightly, his hands going to cup your rounded belly.
“just let the bastard help. be damned if my wife pulled some shit like that.” of course, bakugo had to chime in with his opinion, but you couldn’t help but let a smile slip on your face. “i love you guys.”
“c’mon now. what do you need, my love?” “just needed to go pee, sho.” you smiled up at him, waddling away to the bathroom. todoroki smiled in admiration, watching you waddle away. “can’t believe that’s my wife.”
eijiro kirishima loved you more than anything in his whole life. he knew that the day he said ‘i do’ to being your husband. you were literally the love of his life. oh god, how could he not praise and spoil you when you look like you do? your hair, your eyes, your smile, your fucking body. fuckkk- he couldn’t help but to admire your body. you’d always been insecure for being a ‘chubby’ girl until you met your sweet kiri. he loved everything about your body. he loved how each curve flattered your body perfectly. he loved how your belly spilled over when you put on certain pants. he fucking loved how when you wore tight dresses there was an obvious print of your belly. he loved gripping and squeezing any bits of fat you’ll let him squeeze whether the two of you were cuddling, doing house chores, cooking, or even fucking. no, scratch that. most definitely while fucking. he was just so overly in love with every single bit of you. in situations like now, where you were sitting on his face, scared to sit all the way with your weight. eiji didn’t care, of course. he never did. he would just grip your thighs and force you all the way down. “c‘mon, mama. please.” he was begging, gripping at your thighs. “please come all the way down. i can handle it. you know i can. please.” “don’t wanna crush you, eiji.” you frowned, looking down at your precious husband, your cunt basically on top of his mouth. “i promise you don’t. please baby, i need it. i need you. all of you.” “i’m not exactly skinny, it’s gonna hurt you.” “i promise it won’t hurt me mama. just let me love you. every fuckin’ inch of you.” “eiji, you’re so good to me.” kirishima grinned, swiftly pulling you off of his face and laying you down on the bed underneath him. “i’m about to show you how much i love you. every single part of you.” you’d never felt so loved by anyone in the world. you’d never had more intimate, more passionate sex with anyone than kirishima and this just added to the list. he’s so perfect. your sweet kiri.
| MDNI. 18+ | dick piercing, arrogant!dabi, feisty!reader, thick!reader, raw sex, squirting, daddy kink, breeding kink, panty sniffing. pleaseeee request more, i loveeee writing for my mha boys<3
toya loved seeing what his pretty little neighbor was up to. you were sure as hell not shy and sure as hell not putting up with his bullshit. that was the first thing he noticed, but maybe that’s what he liked about you.
he was in his usual spot, leaning against the stairwell and observing. an unlit cigarette sat between his lips, as usual. “toya, it would really be nice if you didn’t block the fuckin’ stairs all the time.” your eyes narrowed at him, struggling with the grocery bags in your hand while you pushed up the stairs. “good thing i’m not nice, doll.” he winked at you, causing you to roll you eyes.
dabi wasn’t ugly of course, but would never ever be boyfriend material.
“you know, never got that number from you.” he leaned against the wall, hands in his pocket with his cigarette still between his lips. “and you never will.” “got a really big dick, y’know. we both know you need it.” your face scrunched in immediate disgust mixed with disbelief. “yeah, how about you tell that cute little brother you got to come give me something worth my time, huh?”
the smirk dropped off of his face faster than you could even say your sentence. “you stay the fuck away from him. spoiled little brat can’t have everything he wants.” you shrugged, fumbling with your keys to unlock your door. “with arms like that he can get anything he wants from me.” “and with an ass like that, he couldn’t handle it.” you rolled your eyes, pushing the door open with your foot. “goodnight, toya.” “goodnight, mama.” dabi winked at you, that being the last thing you saw before slamming the door in his face.
this was a little game the two of you liked to play. both of you knew that he was going to be knocking on your door at 10pm, you pulling him in with open arms and desperate for him to fuck you. for some reason dabi couldn’t figure out though, you just wouldn’t give him your number.
it was almost a daily routine what you two had going on. he’d pretended he didn’t see you bring in other people, because at the end of the night, he knew as soon as they left then he would come knocking at your door.
you really did hate him at first, and honestly still sort of do. but oh my god, was his dick big.
later that night, around 10pm, as usual, the knock at your door made you sigh, pausing the television and pretending that you weren’t freshly waxed with a teddy on just for him to see. you opened the door, immediately grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him in. “c’mon, don’t just stand there.” he kept a solid smirk on his face, kicking the door shut with his foot.
“i knew you’d open it. should punish you a little extra for that bullshit earlier.” “don’t even know what you’re talking about.” you put your arms on his shoulders, pulling his head down for you to place gentle bites and kisses on the side of his neck. “yeah, bullshit. know good and damn well you were talking about my brother.” he picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around him while he kept a firm grip on your ass that he just loved so much.
“yeah, heard the two of you talking about me the other day.” you hummed, the back of your thighs hitting the cold marble counter he sat you down on. “oh yeah? tell me what you heard, doll?” his head dropped down, placing kisses on your collar bone and brushing one of the thin straps off your shoulder with his thumb. “i remember distinctly hearing you say, ‘her shit fat,’ to him.” your head tilted back ever so slightly, his kisses against you already causing a pool in your basically nonexistent panties.
he let out a deep chuckle, smirking against your skin. “that shit is fat. love watching it bounce with my dick buried in you.” “don’t be greedy, toya. share every once in a while.” his smirk turned into a look of displeasure, picking his head up and glaring down at you. “oh, i’m about to fuck you stupid. maybe after, you’ll learn to have some fuckin’ respect for me.”
that’s almost all it took before the two of you wind up in your bedroom. your knees were growing sore from being rest against the carpet for so long and your throat was raw from him slamming it into your throat repeatedly.
god, you looked so hot.
he stared down at you, growing harder and harder, watching how you could barely fit the whole thing in your mouth, slobbering puddling his lap and dropping down your chin, eyes clouded with tears, tits pulled out of your teddy. “come up here, let me fuck you.” he pulled you up off your knees, laying you back on the bed. “fuck, you suck it so fucking good doll, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” you hummed in response, feeling his soaking wet dick rubbing against your clothed cunt. “please daddy, please. need it so bad.” you whined out, hands tugging at his hair. “fuckin’ love when you beg for it.”
he slowly pulled your panties off, drenched as they could be. “definitely taking these home.” he held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning as they did so. “smell so so fucking good.” you let out a small gasp on embarrassment before wrapping your legs around him. “daddy, please. i need you so bad.” he smirked, throwing them to the side. “play with my dick. rub it against your pussy, wanna see how bad you need it.”
he didn’t have to ask you twice. you grabbed his dick, pushing the head of it against yourself and grinding against it, moans and gasps slipping out of your mouth. your clit fit perfectly between the two balls of the piercing on his tip. “fuckkk.” he groaned, shaking his head and grabbing both of your hands.
he placed them above your head, pushing himself into you. your foreheads were now touching, your legs wrapped around him with one of his hands holding yours and the other gripping your thigh tightly. you gasped into each others mouths, your back arching off of the bed.
“mmmphhh- fuck! yes!”
you just felt so good around him. your pussy clenching him better than anyone could ever imagine while the silver jewelry on him hit against your g-spot. “tell me it feels so good doll, talk to me.” “mmhm- feels so good! so s-so good.” you moaned out, your hands trying to resist against his.
in a quick second, dabi flipped you over on to your stomach, using both hands to grip on to the fat of your ass as he pounded into you. his cock was hitting you in places you’d never felt with anyone else. “f-fuckkkk, fuck, fuck, fuck!” your moans came out as cries while he fucked into you. the only sounds there were a pounding of the headboard, creaking of the mattress, your skin slapping each other, your pussy sounding absolutely drenched against his cock, and your cries out for more.
“ ‘m gonna fill you with my babies. all my little babies and you’re gonna take it.” “oh my goddd, daddy ‘m gonna c- oh fuckkk!” “come on, mama. come for daddy. come for me so i can fill you up.” his thrust into you got harder than ever before, his hands gripping you so tightly you thought you might bruise. with a scream of his name, gripping the pillows, you started squirting around his dick, it splashing back as he thrusted into you.
“fuckkk..” he groaned, pushing into you one final time before filling up his pretty little neighbor.
he slowly pulled out, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your ass. “c’mon, mama. you’re good.” he helped you flip on to your back, rubbing your stomach softly. “my god, toya.” you breathed out, legs shaking. “would marry you if you weren’t such a dick to me.”
katsuki bakugo loved you being his wife more than anything in the world. with that being said, he tried his absolute hardest to do everything right. he would try to avoid working too much, he would put in extra effort around the house, he would do anything you would ask him to do. his favorite tradition, him coming up being you while you were cooking and singing to you whatever song you had playing. “suki.” you smiled, feeling your husband come behind you, hugging you and putting his head on your shoulder. this was the usual position while you were cooking. he didn’t respond, humming along to the song you had been playing, your favorite as of recently that he had no choice but to learn. “you need something from me, love?” he shook his head, his hands holding on to your hips while swaying the two of you back and forth. “no. just missed you today. had a rough day, angel.” you frowned, turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. is there anything i can do?” “no, my love. just keep cooking and i’ll be right here.” “i want you to feel better, suki.” “i just feel better being here with you, babe.” you smiled, rolling your eyes before turning around to continue to cook. bakugo rubbed your shoulders as you did so, placing an occasional kiss on the side of your shoulder. “i just love being your husband.”
suki would be such a good husband and you can’t prove me wrong !!
