#taishiro toyomitsu fluff

[shockinglysubmissive]

My stomach is on fire and I can't keep anything down, so here is something I just wrote to comfort myself in my time of need.

Taishiro Toyomitsu x GN!Reader Fluff

You were doing your best to put on a brave face, but your stomach really hurt and you didn't want to be brave anymore. The smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen made your sickness even worse. Throwing a blanket over your head to muffle the normally delicious scent of your favorite meal, you say a silent prayer that the water you've been sipping stays down.

"Sugar! Want to come help me set the- oh... My love... What's wrong?" You hear heavy footsteps scurry to the kitchen, turning the stove off before stopping in front of you. Hearing the groan, and feeling his large presence in front of you, you peek out from behind the blanket. His soft body has taken a seat on the floor in front of you, not wanting to invade your space on the couch. "Talk to me sugar. What's going on?" His normally wide smile is replaced with a look of concern.

"My tummy hurts. It hurts really bad." You speak in a small voice, feeling so childish for causing all this worry for something so trivial. "It burns so bad from my stomach to my throat." You swallow back the whine desperate to escape your throat.

Without another word, his large frame is standing again, lifting your body against his soft fat. "Why didn't you say something earlier? Oh my love." He runs his hand down your back as he carries you to your room. Getting you settled on the bed, he leaves the room, returning with water and strong medicine to settle your stomach. "Take this. It will help." One large hand lifts your body to guide the glass of water to your lips before placing the pill in your hand.

You swallow it down, and while you know it will take a bit of time to work, you swear you start feeling better already. Just having his undivided attention and warm hands close to you makes some of the pain ease. "Will you stay with me? Maybe rub my stomach a little?" You give him pleading eyes, not having the energy to grab onto him.

Sensing how sick you are feeling, he would be a monster to deny you such a simple request. Lifting you up again, he takes your place on the bed, letting you rest on the fat of his stomach. Your knees instinctively tuck up slightly to curl your body in on itself.

"if you want me to rub where it hurts, you can't curl up like this, sugar." He gives a playful lecture, placing his huge hand over where it hurts. The weight brings you comfort like a weighted blanket, but when he slowly rubs circles, you could start purring like a cat. His fat is the most comfortable place to rest your head, and his clothing has a comforting smell of his body wash and your favorite food. The burning feeling persists, but it seems less scary with your big strong hero taking good care of you.

[fluff-n-cookies]

So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the pro heroes Fatgum, Aizawa, Mirko, (or Hawks) had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotel😅) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for it🤣

Guess who's back! I was on break for writing my book, so sorry for the delay. and once again, I don't do romance but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. also, this is so short, I'm so sorry, I don't really do senarios for this one reason.

for my poor boy fatgum, it's gotten to the point where he has to keep you on a leash!

but he's actually quite indifferent to it, rather opting to let you let hell loose on whomever you want to.

sometimes he does get a tad bit fed up with your antics but at the end of the day, you're one of his favorite people ever. not because you're useful or powerful, it's just that he holds you dear for being who you are.

a monster.

y'know, at first Aizawa used to actually think you were high on coffee and monster energy so he was actually quite suprised when he learned that... you're just like that.

but no seriously, he had you take multiple drug tests to be sure, lord knows what's in your veins.

but as long as you can shut up when he wants to sleep, he acutally quite likes you.

as a primarily night patroling hero, it's nice to see someone with so much energy and kindness.

in the end, he quite likes you, he probably kill for you.

NO BECUASE SHE ACTUALLY HAS THE POWER TO KEEP UP WIHT YOU SSTOOOOP.

chases you around town when you try and make a run for it

hypes you up whenever you get excited

MATCHES YOUR FREAK LIEK THE GODDESS SHE IS

ha sand will again kick someone to the moon if the DARE judge you.

he is actually a mix of Fatgum and miruko.

while he does indulge in your little freaky stunts he also known when to be professional and act differently.

and he will always introduce you as "my favorite weirdo."

he's just happy to be with you.

takes you out on late night fly's whenever you get that burst of energy during the night.

sweet bird boy.

BONUS! LOV!

has kidnapped you 8 times now with the sole purpose of recruiting you to the LOV!!!

they genuinely think you're a villain (maybe you are!) and that you're secretly on their side and are playing around with the hero's just because.

no seriously, try and tell them that you're not a villain they say something like "yeeeeahhh, sureeee. *wink* *wink*"

but they actually really enjoy you're company, you're invited on their weekly schemes and they always hope that you'll come.

Toga loves you the most but the others really like you because you always think a way to irk their most hated hero's.

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Memes #1

[dira333]

Big, butiful and nice - Fatgum x Reader

I have carried this idea with me for a while. This features a single Mom! Reader, so if kids aren't your thing, you don't have to read it. Pure Fluff. Tagging @missalienqueen @bbglay @pixiesavvy @itsyoursunshinebabe @marti-mp4

“UP! UP!” Chubby arms reach for him and huge eyes twinkle up at him over a row of missing teeth.

“Oh?” Toyomitsu reaches down and picks the little girl up. “Who are you?”

“Etsuko.” She tells him proudly, trying to reach for the zipper of his costume. 

“Hi, Etsuko. Where is your mommy?”

“Dead.”

He stills. Oh.

“Etsuko?!” A woman in a business suit rushes around the corner, spots the little girl and halts. “You can’t just run off!”

It’s only then that you notice him - not that he’s trying to hide in his big form.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fatgum, Sir! I was just showing Etsuko the on-site childcare when she ran off! Please, let me take her, I don’t know why she bothered you.”

“Big!” Etsuko explains simply. “I can see the world!” 

“Yes, you do!” Toyomitsu bounces her once, twice and revels in her giggles. “And don’t worry, it happens.” He transfers the little girl to your arms, watches with fondness as she immediately snuggles into your side. “Your…?”

“Niece, Sir. She’s my niece. I just… uh, I just transferred this week and this is all pretty new for us, but I promise we’ll be totally professional from now on.”

“Oh, please don’t.” He laughs, waving his hand, “That’d be boring, right?”

You look a little dumbfounded. It’s pretty, he notices, when your features soften. When you’re not constantly focused on looking all-serious.

“Boss?” A voice asks from the other end of the hallway. He turns to see Kirishima, all dressed up in his costume and eager to get going. Toyomitsu nods and turns back to you. 

“I guess I’ll see you around. And Etsuko,” he boops her nose, “Keep smiling, okay?”

-

“Mr. Fatgum, Sir?” Toyomitsu looks up from his Desk and the assortment of food spread across its expanse.

You’re dressed in a different suit this time, the dull grey color of it making you look like a banker coming to collect his soul. He shivers. 

“I have the analysis. Do you want to go over it now or later?”

“If you don’t mind me eating while you talk, we can go over it now.”

You nod and slip into the chair on the other side of his desk.

You’re a professional, he can tell. You stick out of their agency like a sore-thumb, but you’re probably also the voice of reason they need the most. 

Yes, he’s on Number 58, but he’s also too slack with his employees. Lord knows there are many things he could improve.

You show him charts and numbers, studies and graphs. You’re smart, he can tell, to the point that he can’t help but interrupt you.

“Did you just do that calculation in your head?”

“Oh… oh yeah, it’s my… it’s my Quirk.” You explain, seemingly embarrassed by it. “I’ve got a computer for a brain, basically.”

“That’s cool.”

You shrug. Your eyes flicker to the Takoyaki. He pushes them towards you, silently offering them.

“Oh, no, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands but he shakes his head. “Take one. Tell me about yourself for a bit, will you? You transferred here from Endeavours Agency, right?”

“Yes.” You nod, still eyeing the Takoyaki. He picks one up and hands it to you, watching the emotions flicker over your face. Eventually, you pop it into your mouth and chew and he’s lucky to have been watching because happiness flickers over your face like a shooting star over the night sky.

“Another?” Toyomitsu hands you another one. It doesn’t take long for the dish to vanish.

You must have been hungry, or maybe it’s just your favorite dish, but the food has softened your features, blurred the harsh lines that you draw yourself in.

“My sister died unexpectedly. I don’t know who Etsuko’s father is, but my parents died when I was a teen and I’m the only one she has left. I did love working for Endeavour, I really did, but it’s no place for a single mother. I heard you offered on-site childcare, so I applied.”

“And what do you think of us so far?”

“Well,” you reach for your tablet again, but he stops you.

“Without the numbers, please?”

You hesitate for a second. “It’s… it’s warm, I guess. Everyone’s really nice here and no one minds when Etsuko runs off yet again, coming to find me in my office. I know it’s my job to look for opportunities to improve your brand and your agency, but I am constantly at odds.”

“Why is that?” 

“If you could have an Agency like Endeavour, would you do it if it meant giving up all the things that make you special?”

He considers it. If there’s no on-site childcare at Endeavour’s, and he’d have to give this one up, quite a few of his employees would fall away. Like Kuno-kun, who brings in his daughter and his wife’s homemade baking. Or Noda-san, who knits scarfs for everyone in the winter and who’s using the child-care for her grandsons. 

There’d be no longer the laughter of children heard in the hallways, no more drawings handed over at the end of a semester.

“No, I don’t think I’d want to give that up. At least not all of it. But we could find a compromise, I guess. Make the best of what we are. If that means we’ll stay at Nr. 58, I’m fine with that. Being a Hero doesn’t mean to have the highest rank, but to save the most people, right?”

Surprise flickers over your face. 

It’s gone as fast as it came but he likes to believe that he made an impact on you.

-

“How are you all doing today?”

Almost fifteen children surround him. The older ones are holding back in favor of the younger ones, he can tell, but they’re all so eager to tell him about their adventures.

“One after the other, okay?” Toyomitsu settles on a nearby chair. “But first we have to ask: who’s our newest member?”

Etsuko steps forward. Her hair is pulled up into little pigtails and she looks adorable.

“Hi, Etsuko. Do you want to sit on my lap today? You have to be careful though, because if you lean too much into me, I might suck you in.”

Her eyes widen, but the kids around her giggle. “Do it!” They tell her. “It’s so much fun.”

So she does, giggling almost hysterically as the fat absorption kicks in. Only her head’s left out, her pigtails whipping around as she shakes her head, giggling.

“If you want out, all you have to do is tell me, okay? No kicking.”

She nods. 

At the end of this month's visit to the children, he leaves with a hand full of drawings and one sucker, tucked into his hand by one of the older children. 

Toyomitsu’s almost down the hallway when he feels someone tugging at his legs. He turns to see Etsuko toddling after him. She reaches for him. 

“Up?” She asks and he can’t say no to her big eyes and her small pout.

If he walks around the agency for a bit with her sitting on his shoulder instead of directly taking her back, that’s his secret and his secret alone.

-

Months pass.

Toyomitsu implements the first of your proposals. His ranking moves, slowly at first, until he finds himself at Nr. 35. 

Etsuko has begun sneaking into his office once a week, handing him a drawing or a slice of fruit, left over from her lunch. Sometimes he lets her sit on his lap, listening to her talk about her day. 

Certainly, you must know about it. How else could she bring in expensive chocolates one day and have your handwriting on her drawing the next, clearly pointing out that the yellow blob is him? 

He’s been thinking a lot about you lately. 

More than he should about one of his employees. 

But he likes the way you talk, all serious one second, rattling down numbers and statistics, until he makes a joke and you can’t stop giggling, your voice suddenly smooth and soft.

He likes the way you look in the early mornings when Etsuko’s done her best to make you late, when your hair’s not done up perfectly and you’re missing your usual makeup. Or when you’d been with her for lunch and no one’s told you yet that there’s a sticky handprint on your blouse or your skirt is wrinkled, no doubt from Etsuko pulling on it.

You love your niece and he loves to see all signs of it, like an imprint you cannot wipe away.

So far, you haven’t shown any signs of interest in him.

You’ve started calling him by his last name, though, foregoing the “Sir” for most of the time. 

But that doesn’t mean that you’d consider a date with him, right? 

Or is he starting to get delusional?

-

“What do you think, Daddy?” Toyomitsu freezes. 

Etsuko’s sitting on his lap, fingertip moving over one of her drawings as she explains.

It had been a perfectly fine moment up until now.

“What did you just call me?”

“Daddy!” She looks up at him, grinning so wide it must hurt her face. “Because you’re my Daddy.”

“I… well…” He struggles. He doesn’t know what to say. “Etsuko, you cannot call me that.”

“Eh? Why?” She pulls at his shirt. “Are you not my Daddy?”

“No, Etsuko. I’m not your Daddy. I like you a lot and I want to be your friend, but I’m not your Daddy.”

Her eyes start to water and he can feel himself panicking. He’s normally not that bad with kids, but this… this is just catching him on the wrong foot at the wrong time.

“Look,” he tries to explain. “It’s like with your Aunty, right? She loves you a lot, but she’s not your Mommy.”

“But you’re my Daddy!” Etsuko’s hands are balled into fists now. “Mommy said that Daddy was big and butiful and nice! You are my Daddy.”

“Oh, Etsuko.” Toyomitsu pulls her in, realizing her mistake. She’s crying into his shirt now, her tears more fueled by confusion and anger than real sadness. He lets her cry it out before he picks her up.

“I think we need to talk to your Aunty for a moment about this, okay?”

-

He hadn’t thought your face could turn any more serious, but he’d been mistaken. 

There’s no softness left in your features as he explains. Etsuko’s sitting on your lap now, face snuggled into your blazer. He’s pretty sure that’s going to leave stains, but he’s also sure he shouldn’t point it out right now.

“I didn’t know,” you say. And “I’m sorry she bothered you this much.” And “I will make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

At some point he realizes that you’re no longer listening to him, ears closed off from his explanations. He can do nothing but leave you, wondering if he’s just ruined everything that could have possibly been.

-

For the following week, he gets no visits from Etsuko.

Toyomitsu does not dare to visit her in childcare either, unsure of what you want.

But he’s got an appointment with you on Thursday that he puts all his hopes on.

When you come in he can tell that you must have spent an extra minute preparing yourself beforehand, because there is no hair out of place and you’re wearing lipgloss like battle armor.

He feels wholly unprepared for this fight, even less so after losing a quarter of his body fat in yesterday’s fight.

But the sight of him, so much smaller and thinner than you’ve gotten to know him, seems to soften the resolve in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

“If you refer to my body, I will be. I have to eat a lot in the next few days to get back to my usual form, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If you refer to something else… No, I’m not okay with how this played out.

“About that…” You gingerly sink into your chair, hands folded over your lap. You’re not looking at him. “I did some more research. I should have done that ages ago. I… I’ve found Etsuko’s father.”

His heart beats painfully.

“Who is it?”

“His name’s Kan Sekijiro. I don’t know if you know hi-”

“Vlad King?”

“Ah, yes. So you know him?”

“I know of him. One of his students interned here. He’s… did you contact him?”

“Not yet.” You purse your lips. Considering that all Etsuko knew about her father… I am sorry that she got you confused. I know this is highly unprofessional and-”

“I don’t care.”

You still. Your eyes flicker over to him.

“Look,” he leans forward, can’t help it. He needs you to understand this. “This isn’t just Etsuko’s doing alone. I like spending time with her. I could have stopped anytime, bring her back every time she came over to my office. I didn’t put a stop on it and maybe I should have, but I…”

“What?”

“I have to preface this by saying that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or… or put you in a tight spot because I’m your employer, but-”

“Spit it out.” Your words are harsh and rushed and he can tell you regret them the second they leave your mouth. But you’re right. He’s stalling.

“I am interested in you.”

Your jaw slackens, your features soften with that well-known dumbfoundedness. 

As you bury your face in your hands, he can feel his heart sink. Fighting criminals is so much easier than facing rejection.

“Are you okay?” He asks when your face doesn’t come back up. You nod into your hands.

“Are you sure? You’re not looking too good there.”

“It feels like my Quirk is overloading. I am…”

“Overthinking? I am familiar with that. Not that I suffer from it, but you’ve met Suneater, I guess.” He tries to joke, make light of the situation. It’s what makes you finally lift your head.

“If you’re serious,” you bite through your teeth, “About this. About… Etsuko and me. I… I’d take you out to dinner.”

Toyomitsu blinks. He’s expected everything but that.

“Are you serious?” He asks and you groan. 

“No, I mean yes. But… you know how much I eat, right?”

You huff, looking away. He’s not the worlds expert in flirting, but you do look kinda flustered. 

“I might have looked up All-You-Can-Eat-Restaurants ever since I’ve gotten to know you,” you mumble and the pout on your lips looks eerily like Etsuko’s.

-

“I’m home!” Toyomitsu calls out from the Genkan.

To his surprise, no tiny feet come running. When he peeks around the corner he finds you curled up on the Couch, an open book next to you on the floor. You must have fallen asleep reading.

“Hey,” he cards a hand through your hair to wake you gently. “Shouldn’t Sekijiro be back before dinner?”

“What?” You try to wipe the sleep from your eyes while snuggling into him. “Oh, no, he called before I took a nap. He’s bringing her back after Dinner. Apparently, they’re making pancakes.”

“Ah, did you tell him to bring leftovers?” He jokes, chuckling when you nod earnestly.

.

Life is good. 

He’s got a wife and a daughter and his daughter’s father has turned into a good friend.

He’s got a job he enjoys, a Quirk he can rely on and so far he’s been able to stay himself.

There’s not much he’d wish for nowadays. 

Well, except maybe some more food.

.

You’re still on the Couch when he walks into the kitchen, fully intending to make Dinner as soon as he’s gotten a little snack from the fridge.

But inside the fridge is a huge box. He furrows his brows and pulls it out. He recognizes the branding, but you only buy a cake at this bakery for important dates, like your wedding anniversary or Etsuko’s first day in kindergarten.

“Baby, did I miss an event?” He asks, flipping open the lid.

“Why do you ask?”

“There’s a cake in the fri-”

“Don’t open it!” You yell, rushing over. But the lid’s already open. The buttercream frosting is light blue and the icing a dark blue. Big, bold letters write out “World’s best Dad!”

“This is nice,” he says as you reach him, clearly out of breath and a little haggard. “But you didn’t have to buy an expensive cake to let me know. Not that I mind. Or is it for Sekijiro?”

“Ah,” your face is doing some weird contortions. 

His eyes flicker back to the icing and something in his head clicks at the color.

“Taishirou, I’m pregnant.”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

[frickingnerd]

fatgum when he's jealous

pairing: taishiro toyomitsu / fatgum x gn!reader

tags: oblivious/dense!fatgum (fatgum is bad at feelings), jealous!fatgum, literally lovesick!fatgum, wholesome fluff

the first time fatgum saw you talking to someone else, he thought he was sick

there was this weird feeling in his stomach, that he just couldn't get rid of

even after drinking some water, that feeling was still there

and everytime he looked at you and saw you laughing with one of his colleagues, it just got worse

eventually, he just couldn't take it anymore and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the other guy

he explained to you that he wasn't feeling well and that perhaps you'd know what to do about it

but once he was alone with you, that stomach ache had stopped

suddenly, it was like he had never felt unwell in the first place

he didn't realize that he had never felt sick in the first place but that what he was feeling was in fact just jealousy…

[tired-teacher-blog]

Strawberry and Cream

Characters : Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ FoodPlay/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Tummy Bulge/ Size Difference/ Creampie/ One Shot.

Summary : A little fun surprise for your man after a long day's work proved to be pleasurable for both of you.

Notes : I cannot believe I haven't written anything in almost a month! But glad to be making a comeback with a little something for one of my favorite pro heroes on his birthday!

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "Sir, is everything okay? I was saying that we'll handle it from here, you have done a remarkable job so leave the rest to us."

_ "Oh right! I'll be off then, good night." the hero responds awkwardly before waving at the officer who is already escorting the bloodied criminal to the police car.

It was just another day's work, peaceful, uneventful, and -frankly- almost boring if not for that petty thief pulling out a gun on a poor cashier who was just doing his job and minding his own business.

It was supposed to be a typical evening of him patrolling the streets and keeping the peace like he always does, but his mind is now whirling out of control thanks to that text you sent him moments ago.

He checks his phone once again, tilting his head to the side and biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the words on the screen.

"How about a tasty treat? I'll be a good girl and wait patiently for you to come home."

He scrolls down carefully to feast his eyes on the attached picture of you holding a can of whipped cream and a small plate of strawberries, while wearing one of his large tank tops that accentuated your cleavage beautifully as it barely hung on your smaller body.

It's enticing, you're enticing, being carelessly provocative to this sweet man despite knowing your effect on him is unfair, but he loves it.

He loves this side of you, the flirty playful one that gives him a chance to spoil you like he wishes to do, since feeling your stimulated body under the tips of his fingers and hearing your melodic whimpers as you reach a blissful release, have always been his true reward..

His smile widens as he finally reaches home, he opens the door hurriedly and examins the hallway with a feverish haste while calling out for you, "sweetheart I'm here! Where are you?"

_ "Welcome home Taishiro!" and there you are, a gleam in your eye as you jump in his ample chest for the usual warm hug that never fails to bring cheerful giggles out of you, "how was work this evening?"

Your teasing continues as you purposely ignore the throbbing stiffness in his pants to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose instead.

_ "Don't be mean!" his whine is muffled against your neck, picking you up with ease and marching straight to your bedroom, "I want my treat now."

You cling to him with a squeal leaving your throat, your heartbeat quickens and heat rises in your loins as you brace yourself for what's awaiting.

You sink into the soft bed where he places you gently, pulling him down with you and claiming his lips in the process. He kisses you hungrily while his big warm hands sneak under your shirt to hike the garment up and off of you, "oh, so this is the only thing you're wearing? I like that." he whispers sweetly while caressing your writhing body, swallowing greedily as you're left fully exposed to his flaming eyes.

He's careful not to crush you under his weight, but you're too aroused to care as you keep tugging at him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

His lips travel the expanse of your neck and chest, teeth nibbling on your heated skin as he growls impatiently the lower he moves.

From the corner of his eye, he notices the can of whipped cream and the delicious looking strawberries placed on the nightstand awaiting, a discovery that makes his cock twitch and mouth salivate in anticipation.

He leans back, an angelic smile brightening his face as he proceeds to remove his attire, gaze never leaving your flushed skin while stripping off every single article separating him from your restless frame, "I'm getting really hungry sweet face." he beams delightfully, nudging your legs further apart before picking up the can of whipped cream to squirt some into his mouth and lean in to share it with you.

The sweetness tantalizing your taste buds is intoxicating as he deepens the kiss, and a string of the melted treat dribbles down your chin in a voluptuous display.

_ "This isn't going to be enough for me." he whispers softly as he moves away from your glistening lips, taking a moment to relish your needy whimpers and greedy clutches begging for him to be closer.

_ "Taishiro!" your breath hitches and eyes widen when the cool snowy delight suddenly hits your perky teats as he covers the plumpness of your breasts, licking his lips and humming gleefully at the delicious view before him.

He dives in at once to devour your luscious mounds, running his tongue along your sweetened skin and sucking on the hard nipples like a starved puppy.

You dig your nails into his fleshy arms and arch off the bed as his mouth moves lower and lower, the stickiness on his lips smearing over your tummy to leave a lingering tacky feeling behind.

His tongue dips in your belly button teasingly, twirling around the twitching cranny while his hands caress your sides.

_ "Yummy," his chuckle resonates across the spacious room as he eyes you lovingly, arm reaching out to grab one of the forgotten strawberries before crashing it between his teeth, "it's good, but it would taste even better mixed with your juices."

His forwardness causes the brightest blush to appear on your cheeks and an electrifying warmth to spread throughout your whole body, it's amazing really— always has been, how his shameless words never cease to defy the innocent expression that's constantly present upon his features.

He picks up another fresh strawberry, running his tongue over the firm piece of fruit while guarding the same doting gaze as before, his other hand brushes gently against your waist and moves down to ghost over your fluttering cunt.

_ "Taishiro wait! What are you.." and a sudden moan cuts you off as it rips past your throat when he abruptly inserts a thick digit into your sensitive core.

_ "Relax gorgeous, this is going to be fun."

Your eyes— blurry and unfocused, follow the gleaming red as it joins the finger thrusting slowly within you, tipping your head back when the grainy fruit rubs on your slippery clit.

This foreign sensation is too stimulating to resist, kindling a raw thrill that invades your veins and pushes you closer to a certain high.

_ "See? I knew you'd like it." he smiles brightly as he utters, retrieving the coated strawberry to admire before popping it into his mouth and devouring it greedily.

_ "No! Why did you stop?" you whine and thrash in an almost comical way of protesting, you were on the verge of climaxing a moment ago, but his friskiness delayed your wish.

_ "Don't worry honey, this is far from over, the night is still young after all."

A wild tremble shakes you whole as he groans his words, and remnants of the sweetness he shared with you moments ago go down your throat as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are fixed on his raging cock, craving it sheathed within you instead of his teasing finger, but knowing all too well that you'll have to wait a bit longer for it to happen.

He picks up the can of cream again, shaking it lightly while offering you a suggestive smirk before pulling out his finger and spurting some over your cunt, an action that causes your thighs to tense up and a gasp to leave your throat when he swiftly positions your legs over his shoulders to engulf your pussy into his greedy maw.

He hums with bliss as his fat tongue laps up the thick melting sugariness and traces every dip and every angle with incredible care, one of his big hands darts out to encircle his veiny length while the other is reaching out to caress your contracting tummy.

His name moves past your lips in a broken whine, and your fingers thread through his soft golden hair as he delves deeper into your heat.

His strokes quicken around his shaft and his jiggly hips thrust erratically against the mattress, he's enjoying himself immensely, hearing your erotic whimpers and feeling your stimulated body under his brute strength are driving him closer to orgasming.

_ "Taishiro, not too deep please!" you yelp a plea as his tongue rams you faster, knowing all too well that you will not last much longer if this continues.

_ "I can't help it honey, you're too yummy for me to stop." he murmurs playfully, indulging in the sweetness exuding from you as he flicks his tongue up and down on your pulsating clit.

Your grip on his hair tightens and your blurry eyes squeeze shut as his words vibrate against you.

It's hard to hold on any longer and he knows it, he knows you well, understands your needs and desires and happily fulfills them each and every time, "I'm cumming! Taishiro don't stop!" and hearing you utter these words is music to his ears.

He does as instructed, ravishing you fervidly until you're spasming with intense pleasure that messes with you whole, and only halting when you finally fall limp underneath his persistence while pulling on his locks feebly.

Gasps for air, followed by satisfied sighs leave your throat and fill the already warm space surrounding you. Your eyes are finally focused and ears have stopped ringing just in time to hear him speak, "thank you for the delicious meal love, are you feeling alright?"

He sits up as he speaks, licking his lips and swallowing your essence with a content hmm before lowering your legs gently. His sweet smile is brightening his face again as he reaches out for another strawberry to pop into his mouth while awaiting your response.

_ "Kiss me Tai.." you're in a haze still, have barely comprehended his question while your eyes are fixed on the vibrant red disappearing behind his teeth.

He chuckles lively, running a tender touch along your sides and wrapping his plush arms around your waist before pulling you flush to his snuggly chest, "anything for you princess."

Remnants of the distinguished taste carried by your lover spread through your warm tongue as your lips mold sloppily together, addicting, intoxicating, an unusual mixture of fruit freshness and sultry slick.

His large hands ground your incredibly smaller body on top of him, holding and swaying you effortlessly like a ragdoll.

His long beefy cock rests proudly on your tummy, rubbing against you in a show of how deep he'll be sheathed inside you a moment later.

Your lonely cunt squeezes around nothing as warmth starts polling in the pit of your stomach again, your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders and arms, while your hips thrust lightly against him in a futile endeavour to feel him nearer.

_ "So you're ready for me babe?" his lips leave yours and slide down your chin, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses along the way and savoring the sweetness upon your skin.

_ "Yes Tai, please don't make me wait any longer." you whimper shamelessly, squeaky voice quivering and hot breath fanning over his face as it leaves you.

He smirks amusingly while helping you up on shaky knees and aligning his enormous shaft with your tiny expectant hole before lowering you on himself carefully.

_ "Fuck! I'm barely in and I'm already losing my mind," he hisses eagerly, almost painfully as your sopping walls squeeze him hard, "relax gorgeous, let's do it slowly."

It's taking everything in him not to plunge you roughly on his dick, but you're eager for more, you want him deep into your core where he belongs, if only he would allow you to take him all in already.

_ "Taishiro, I don't want it slow, please.." you claw at the large hands cradling your butt cheeks, rolling your hips impatiently while whimpering each word.

_ "As you wish princess."

Your eyes pop out of your head and your breath gets caught in your throat as he plants you mercilessly on his penis, the smooth head kissing your cervix with one single thrust before retrieving to the tip as he easily picks you up again.

His husky growls are mixed with your broken moans as he slams into your heat repeatedly, setting an unforgiving pace like you've requested.

_ "Would you look at that, I can clearly see myself moving inside you babe, can you feel me? Right here." his warm palm covers the bulge peering under your flesh, while the other engulfs your bum more securely to bounce you harder on the shaft reaching your gut.

_ "I can.. I can feel you so.. so deep inside." you place a shaky hand on top of his own as words leave your mouth in a slur, the thrilling sensation of his veiny cock rubbing against your insides is heavenly, a sensation that's building up gradually in every fiber of your being.

_ "You're so warm and tight, I want to fill you with everything I've got." he latches on to your neck as he groans, sucking on the soft skin right below your ear.

You can tell he's nearing his own release from the throbbing stiffness grazing your walls erratically, "do it Tai, cum inside me." you're close as well, striving to reach a blissful high together with him.

His long thick fingers slide down your belly and attain your tender clit, caressing the delicate cherry slowly while his thrusts maintain the same momentum.

A sudden gasp escapes you at the added stimulus, and a mumble of unintelligible utterances flow past your lips as the second wave of heat washes over your body and provokes an uncontrollable tremble that shakes you like a measly leaf in his titanic hold.

_ "That's it, that's my girl.. ah fuck! I'm cumming too.." the sound of his voice is rough, and his lunges are somehow harder and deeper than before.

You melt in his big chest and give in to the exhilarating sensation of being filled with his creamy seed, sloshing noises echo off the walls as he thrusts the overflowing semen back into your overstimulated core before finally coming to a halt with his cock still buried deep within you, "that.. was fun.." his eyes follow the half empty can of cream and the couple of strawberries left on the plate, while an innocent chuckle follows his words and a gentle kiss is placed on top of your head as you both strive to catch your breaths, "are you feeling well sweetheart?"

_ "Hmm yeah.. I'm tired though.. and sleepy." your eyes are slowly closing, and your body is already melting against his own.

You wish you could stay that way forever, in his affectionate embrace, safe, protected, and loved.

_ "You don't need to lift a finger gorgeous, I'll take care of everything."

[rahuratna]

The Feast at your Table (part 2 of 2)

Content: Explicit sexual content (MDNI!!), fluff, humour, idiots in love.

He had not been joking about keeping you warm. From the moment your back hit the plush mattress in his bedroom, Taishiro was as focused on you as he was on a gourmet five course meal. He crawled over the rumpled blankets towards you, lips finding yours again, a soft groan rumbling from the depths of his chest as your fingernails found purchase on his shoulders.

The sounds he made were calling up an answering primacy in your body's response, and you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him, eager for more contact. Taishiro was strangely hesitant, though. You drew a little away, taking in his abashed expression.

"Need to be careful. Don't wanna crush you or something."

You let out a small huff of frustration and amusement.

"Taishiro. I'm a woman, not a glass sculpture in your grandmother's figurine collection."

"Yeah? Well my gran collected potted plants, so -"

You really did grab him by the collar and kiss him senseless. Now you were both laughing against each other's lips, his hands furnace-warm as they slipped beneath the shift you wore. You gasped as he went straight for the kill, cupping and caressing your breasts in his slightly roughened palms which were so large that when he squeezed lightly, the knuckles came up and brushed against your chin. You moaned in delight at the contact, soft sighs of pleasure falling from you as he kneaded and rolled. You pressed soft, uncoordinated kisses to his hands whenever they approached your mouth.

The growl he uttered now was low and needy. He brought his head down, planting hot wet kisses, his tongue laving along the curved column of your throat.

"You feel so - even better than I - mmm, darling, c'mere."

His arms were now completely enclosing your waist, and for the first time, your difference in size was crystal clear to you. It wasn't as if you were oblivious, but all the time you'd spent in his presence had somehow dulled your sense of just how large this man was.

Until now, of course.

You were on his lap, the stretch in your inner thigh making itself known as you straddled his broad hips. Reaching up, your fingers entangled themselves in the addictive softness of his hair, tugging his head further down. Your body was all but quivering with eagerness as he slipped the straps of the shift down over your shoulders. Your impatience and desire were growing. You wanted his skin on yours, now and ... oh.

All of those thoughts flew out the window when his hot, wet mouth, so large and all-encompassing, came down around your nipple. His powerful arms were holding your upper body steady, trapping you in place as he suckled and licked with fervour, gently nudging one swollen nipple upwards with his nose before switching his attention to the other. The cool night air sensitised your skin, still wet with his saliva, far beyond anything you'd experienced before.

His sensuous attention to your breasts was driving you wild, your hips bucking against his. You could feel it beneath you, the hardening outline of him against the fabric of his cotton trousers. He released you from the vice that was his embrace, both hands now slipping up, under the shift and pulling it off you entirely. His breath hitched slightly as he took you in, your eyes closed, your neck exposed, the flesh of your breasts still glistening where his mouth had been.

You lowered your gaze to him, and imagined that you must look much the same as him, your lips swollen with rough kisses, your hair tangled and hanging down around your shoulders, your chest heaving. Taishiro had never looked hungrier than when you beheld him then. He was now panting with want, which translated to clumsiness and desperation as his fingers hooked into the silk of the shorts you wore.

Just as impatient as he was, you lifted your hips off him, earning a soft sound of protest as the hot, damp pressure of your arousal was shifted away from his own. You slid back, away from him, feet pushing slightly against his knees as you lifted your hips and slid the shorts away, along with your underwear.

Modesty and propriety be damned. You weren't going to perform an elaborate strip tease, with the way you both wanted each other right now. That kind of teasing could wait until another time, until you were both so satiated with each other that other forms of play could even be considered.

Taishiro obviously approved, because his eyes were now so fixated on your glistening sex that he wasn't even aware of what he was saying any longer.

"Oh goddamn, angel, look at - you're so wet - I - fuck."

That last part was uttered with low, guttural deliberation as his hand slid down the front of his own pants, wrist rotating just above the waistband as he gave himself a firm stroke.

"Taishiro, too many clothes."

Your own voice was breathless. You needed him, needed to feel him on you, inside you. And he was still fully dressed. Sliding your legs forward, you did the first thing your hazy mind guided you to, and slid your feet under his shirt, using them to pull upwards. You didn't really mean to undress him this way, just spur him on, so to speak. He had the bright idea of moving downwards at the same time.

The shirt caught on his broad shoulders, tangling around his arms. He uttered a grunt of frustration and you promptly collapsed laughing.

"Hey, handsome. You shy?"

"When I get outta here - you - "

He finally managed to free himself, with some help (from your hands, this time) and you inhaled deeply as you took in the man before you. The broad expanse of his chest was even better than your wildest imaginings, blonde tufts of hair, darker and shorter over the middle of his chest, running down the front of his wide belly in a tantalising trail, all the way to the top of his pants. An assortment of scars littered his body, some small and pale, others, such as the one that ran down one side of his ribcage, darker and taut-looking, as if he'd been burned. There was that overwhelming sense of size and power, of the muscles that roped and bunched under the plush layers of flesh affected by his quirk.

He let you look, his own gaze clouded with lust, his breathing growing heavier as he registered the scent of your arousal. Then, he leaned forward and placed a soft, chastising bite on your inner thigh for your stunt with his shirt earlier. His hair brushed against your aching clit, making you gasp and jerk. You hadn't realised how sensitive he'd made you.

Taishiro was now reaching behind him, one hand emerging with a pillow in its grasp. He easily lifted the small of your back and eased the pillow underneath. When you felt him shifting his body down, your stomach twisted in anticipation, but you protested softly. You didn't know how much of this you could take.

"Taishiro, please, I'm - "

"I know, baby. I gotta prep you so... you know. You can take me."

The flush that spread down his neck while uttering those words was slightly ridiculous, considering what he was planning on doing to you, but you knew him. You knew he'd take his time, considering the physical difference in his size compared to the average person. Biting your lower lip, you nodded, determined to be patient enough for him to do what he needed to.

Every coherent thought you had deserted your mind when his mouth came down on the swollen lips of your cunt, tentatively tasting. He licked all the way to the peak, then dipped the tip of his tongue into your wet, pulsing opening, probing deeper and deeper, pushing the lips apart with his fingers. Your head was thrown back, rough gasps tearing from your throat as he intensified his attention on you, rubbing his nose against your clit, the sides of his face damp with your arousal.

His hands slid down, grasping the back of your upper thighs, and he lifted, pushing your legs back towards your abdomen, spreading them further apart. Like this, he reached even more of you, and your gasps were now building to soft cries as he laved you with his tongue like a starving man. He pushed the labia further apart now, one thick finger probing gently at your entrance. You took him in easily, squeezing and relaxing around the thick, intruding digit.

He was groaning again, hand moving relentlessly between your legs as he worked the finger in and out. He was watching your reactions, hungrily tracking the way your stiffened nipples rose as if on a wave and caught with breathless ecstasy at the apex when he touched a certain place inside you. Two large fingers were now entering you, and you reminded yourself to relax, to even your breathing, your body adjusting to the stretch. He paused and you smiled down at him, reaching down to stroke his hair, showing him how well you could do for him.

You'd do anything for him.

"Taishi - please, I'm - "

That familiar coil in your lower abdomen was approaching, as if your clit was a white hot point of heat, growing warmer and warmer under the firm pressure of his tongue and fingers. He answered your wordless pleas with greater intensity, pushing you right over the edge into the crashing wave of your first orgasm. You cried out, louder than any you'd uttered before, body arching up under his slower, firm licks as he guided you through on pure instinct. When you came to your senses again, you realised that the soft, sobbing breaths echoing through the bedroom were your own.

Taishiro was murmuring sweet, meaningless words of praise to you, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

"So good, so sweet, so fucking beautiful. All mine, angel, coming for me like that."

"Yes, yours. Yours. All yours, Taishiro," you somehow manage, voice broken and uneven with the pleasure he's just given you. He gives you time to regain your senses, slowly kissing your calves, your ankles, then making his way up your body, taking care to press a deep, passionate kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself. It's heady, indulgent, as sensual and focused as his regular appetite for food.

There's something different about your body tonight, something about the way you're responding to him and him only. Normally you'd need more time to recover, for your body to be able to feel that heated thrum of arousal again, but he already has you there, body pressing gently and firmly against yours.

Somewhere, during your period of delirium, he'd removed his pants and boxers. You're both completely naked now, bodies enmeshed on the rumpled blankets. There is something so perfect, so intimate about this, having your nude form touched and caressed, his large hands mapping out every plane of you as if committing it to flesh memory. He is careful, of course, not to press down with his full weight, even though you wrap your arms around his shoulders and sigh at the pleasant friction.

He is, as you expected, larger than average. Much larger. You glance down between your bodies and see his hesitation as you consider the rounded head, an angry flush of arousal around the tip, the thickness of him, the veins standing out along the curve of his length, the slickness that has been rubbed along it from the weeping slit.

"Uh, we don't have to - I mean, I can put it between your thighs if its too much for - "

He never gets to finish that sentence, as you're pulling his head down, crushing his lips to yours, showing him how much you want him.

"Please, Taishiro. Inside. Stretch me. Want to feel you. Make me cum again."

"God, fuck, okay, hold on, I - "

He wrenches himself away from you, subjecting you to a sudden emptiness and you silently chide yourself for immediately craving his body against yours again. He is pulling open a drawer at his bedside, retrieving a condom and a bottle of lube, his fingers clumsy and rushed as he handles them. He slows down enough to manoeuvre the condom out of its wrapper, sheathing himself with care. It stretches to its limit over his thickness, and he eyes you uncertainly while he pours lube into his palm, coating himself with a few pumps into his fist. You hold your arms out, beckoning him in, your face open, showing him just how much you want this. When you enclose him in your embrace, your kisses soft and tender on his eyes, cheeks, lips, he begins to lose himself in you again.

Your heated whispers ignite something inside him, because now his breathing has amped up once more, his body pushing you down more firmly. You're gasping again, as the coarse hairs of his chest scrape deliciously against your nipples, the rounded curve of his belly pushing solidly against yours. His cock is pulsing against your soaking folds, the lube warming from the heat of your body, rubbing back and forth until the head prods forward, slipping into you.

You gasp and clench slightly, and it's his turn to soothe and caress you.

"That's it. Come on - ah - yeah. So good, baby. Taking me just like that. Ah - please - oh God angel, love you, love your sweet pussy, love you, love you - "

His voice is rising steadily as he rocks into you, splitting you open inch by inch on his thick length. The lube and the earlier attention of his tongue and fingers have helped make you slick for him, and you bite your lip as he slides deeper, filling you to the brim. The discomfort and burning stretch are soothed by his careful thrusts and the way he places a hand under the small of your back, lifting gently so that you can take more of him.

At some point, he stops pressing further in, even though he's not completely sheathed, and focuses on building a rhythm between your bodies. The rough heat, the slide of his flesh inside yours, the mingling of your desperate breaths, all combine to create a cocoon of passion around the both of you that births a beautiful, wild, unfolding. You're wetter than you've ever been, the slapping sounds of his body against yours driving you both to cries and moans. He is so big, so hard, so good, and you're telling him so, clinging to his shoulders and back with abandon as he fucks you into the mattress.

In the past, you'd needed some form of clitoral stimulation to make you come from penetrative sex, but with Taishiro, it was completely different. The press of his weight onto your pubic mound, the angle of his thrusts, the heavenly pull and tug against your walls with every steady dig of his cock into you, drove you completely mad with pleasure.

You were aware, as if experiencing some out-of-body sensation, that this was the loudest you'd ever been, your broken cries, incoherent praises and short screams of pleasure echoed by his own deep grunts, pants and pleas. Something exhilarating, terrifying, beautiful was building inside you, something you'd never felt before. Your slightly panicked gaze caught his, reassured by the infinite tenderness and desire there.

"Taishi - I can't - "

"Come for me, angel. That's it, I gotcha. Come all over my cock, baby. Love how I fuck you like this? Oh God, so sweet. Your pussy's so good for me."

The sensation wasn't as sharp this time around, so the power of your orgasm catches you completely off guard. The spasm of your walls around him causes him to still his movements, cursing, moaning filthy praises and adoration in a heated mix. Your entire body arches off the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream, your face twisted with the seemingly endless waves of pure pleasure that throw your muscles into taut lines.

You're aware of him pulling out until just the tip lies inside, of the warm gush of liquid against his abdomen that makes him grunt. He waits until the spasm is over before pressing into you again, panting hard as he leaves himself there. Your chest is heaving in heavy gasps, tears of delight collecting in the corners of your eyes and trickling down your cheeks, and he kisses the moisture away. You're still ferociously sensitive, but not raw enough that he needs to pull out completely. He's close now, the impact of his deep thrusts making up for the slower pace he's taking. He's fucking you like he did his fist earlier, cords of sinew in his neck standing out, and now you can see his face, his blissed out expression, the effect you have on him.

Taishiro comes with a roar, face red and flushed, sweat collecting at the tip of his nose, and you're aware of just how much your lovemaking has heated up the room around you. You wrap your legs around his waist as far as they will go, whispering encouragement to him, telling him how good he's been for you. He groans out, utterly spent, but still holding himself up with shaky arms. You tip him gently to the side, gasping as he slips out, the full tip of the condom trailing down between your trembling thighs.

Taishiro isn't able to form words yet, and neither are you. He reaches for you, drawing you wordlessly into his embrace, kissing your hair and stroking a hand down the expanse of your back as you press your face into his neck. There isn't much need for speech, not when all the feelings you have for each other have been laid bare, all the loving declarations he made in your ear at the height of your passion are still hovering above the bed you share on gossamer wings.

After some time, the need to move and change the bedding drives you both from the comfortable nest of each other's arms. He whispers soft endearments to you as he helps you off the bed, the pleasant ache between your legs making you flinch slightly as you move. He pauses, hand enclosing yours in a firm grip.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all. I'm just... I may not be able to walk straight for a while, but in a good way."

He looks at you, that infinite warmth you both shared expanding in the space between you, and you're overcome by another fit of laughter as you bury your head against his shoulder. His voice is husky with delight, at the simple ability to have you this close.

"A good kinda feeling, huh?"

"Very good."

"That good?"

"You're a glutton for praise, now?"

"I'm a glutton for everything, especially you."

The kiss he pulls you into (before he cleans you up in the shower, before he traces the shape of your body as you lie on clean sheets) is as sweet as the one you wake up to the following morning. That's when the sun streams in through the windows, painting your skin and his with the glow of your first joining, and you feast yourself on his smile. 

@g-kleran @dottedsilktie

[simply-trash5]

BNHA Boys and Pro Heros as Types of Light Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to enjoy the first round of this series that I did so I have decided to do another one! This second round was inspired by an anon who specifically asked for Iida...but I also included a few pro heros to round it out.

As always my inbox and ask box are open for requests of any type really--if you have any questions or just want to chat feel free to hit me up!

We will start under the cut with Iida <3

So when I think of Iida I think of Lamp light:

Iida is like late night reading in the comfort of a large, worn, leather chair. He makes you feel warm to your toes when you're in his presence as if you could fall asleep, but knowing he is near you makes you want to be motivated to do better; to be better for him. He feels expensive and classy, but he feels timeless. To quote Taylor Swift, Iida truly never goes out of style--.

Now Present Mic is Neon Lights:

He is loud and in your face. He is charged and full of energy at all times that sends a zing down your spine. I know this man smells like citrus and mint--am I projecting? Probably. Anyway, he is excitement. He is what it feels like to stay up past your bedtime; he is the head rush you never want to end.

Fatgum is Carnival Lights:

Fatgum feels like having cotton candy. He is sweet to the senses--all of them. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the round rosy cheeks...He brings a smile to your face that cannot be stopped no matter how hard you try. He brings a sense of nostalgia to your soul when you're near him that feels like you're at a festival in your hometown and he has just won you a teddy bear...your heart might just explode.

Shouta Aizawa is the glow of a television:

Late at night, long after the movie is forgotten but the tv glows...that is what shouta feels like. It's quiet, it fills the room just enough to show the shadows of your lover's face to see the planes of his peaceful face as you hold him. It shows the way he runs his fingers along your arm slowly...the glow of that tv has seen so many secrets; much like Shouta. He is trustworthy, steady, quiet.

Hawks is the faraway lights of the city:

Hawks feels like when you drive just far enough out of the city to get away, but not far enough to know its not there. He feels like he isn't fully yours, but you will enjoy him while you have him. You will lean into him and kiss him while the blurred lights of the city shines behind you before he flies off to the other people you share him with. You'll remember what these lights look like forever and always hope that they will just be beautiful one day and not remind you that you share your hero with the world.

[jinchuls-moved]

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙳 ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

╰┈➤ fatgum x fem!reader

On one of the happiest days of your life you look back at how you got there—how he turned from just a customer to the love of your life.

a series of fics documenting a perfect timeline — selfship coded, self indulgent, fluff — watch out for the contents of each fic

divider by @/benkeibear

𝘈𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

a new customer finds his way to your hidden little bakery; it’s not just the novelty decorations he finds adorable

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from familiar face to friend, your newest regular makes his mark amongst you and your employees

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far too oblivious to notice it at all, his question seems out of the blue but that doesn’t mean the prospect of a date is unwanted

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a blooming relationship, a whirlwind romance and a night you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

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the news is impossible too look away from, to unhear, to take your eyes off of. you shouldn’t worry, he’s more than capable but what if?

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time passes, love grows and he’s got one more surprise left for you.

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nothing is more comfortable than the feeling of him beside you, arms around you and the security if his warmth

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the day you’ve been eagerly waiting for arrives, you’re nervous, excited and ecstatic as everyone shares their congratulations—the day is planned to a T except for the surprise you have waiting for him this time.

[honeesucker]

Heart-Shaped Castella

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) x Fem!Reader | NSFW 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5,466

Content Warnings: a single-use of a food word in lieu of a curse word, absolute cavity-inducing softness, size difference / size kink, reader has a molecular quirk that allows her to stretch doughs... and other things, Fatgum is a little obsessive but in a sweet new crush kind of way, descriptions of villain attack, brief mention of blood (dried) and injuries (minor), p in v sex, pussy eating, aftercare softness.

*For @frostthecupcake​ ‘s RomCom collab! 💐

Click here for the rest of the collab! ♡

The gentle breeze that drifted in through the open transom windows of your bakery helped to alleviate the humid warmth from your ovens and sent a delicious waft of your freshly baked pastries out onto the street. You had your headphones in, not worried about customers walking in this late as it was past your operating hours, and you were just catching up on baking for the next day so you could sleep in a little more. You were dancing, the gentle sway of your hips gliding you around the kitchen as you put on oven mitts and took some fresh, sweet seasonal-flavored breads from the oven before sliding them onto a cooling rack before turning back to a new icing recipe you were monitoring. Outside on the street, Fatgum was making his way back to the agency to wrap up some reports from an earlier incident, having already sent his sidekicks home to rest. The sweetest scent hit him like a bullet train and brought him to a dead stop in the center of the sidewalk as hie eyes scanned around him. He had walked this road many times before, in fact this was his most used route back to the agency, and back to his home because of how many restaurants and shops line the streets... and he can’t remember ever smelling something like this.  

Fatgum’s eyes scanned around the familiar line of street vendors, open shops, restaurants and other assortment of buzzing businesses until his eyes caught sight of something he had never had the chance to catch open. A bakery, Flake & Crumble, had always been closed when he was walking to the agency in the morning hours, and closed when he was trudging home or back to the agency into the late night... this was like a golden opportunity shining brightly in his face, and wafting into his nose. He made his way to the tall glass doors before pushing one open with a melodic ding! before noticing no one was around, no one at the counter to greet customers, and no... customers? Fatgum felt a little out of place, wondering if the shop was truly open like it seemed before the sound of gentle hums and someone singing pieces of a song from the back.

Curiosity piqued, Fatgum followed the sound of the humming. His steps cautious as he navigated through the neatly organized bakery, careful in his current form not to carelessly knock anything over in the tight spaces. As he rounded the corner into the back, the sweet aroma enveloped him, intensifying with each passing moment. He couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling his mouth water with the scent of the delectable treats wafting from the back.

As he neared the source of the humming, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of you, dancing and swaying to the music playing in your headphones. The sight was both unexpected and delightful, your movements exuding a joy and passion for your craft that was infectious, as you took trays from the oven to a cooling rack, from a rack to a counter where you were putting them on display trays... Fatgum found himself captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from you lost in your own little world, you continued to dance, your graceful motions mirroring the rhythm of the music.  

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Fatgum cleared his throat, his voice breaking the mostly silent atmosphere. "Um, excuse me?" he called out, a hint of hesitancy in his voice as he tried not to startle you. Unfortunately, you were easily startled... screaming out as you turned and glanced up at Fatgum.

“Oh, for crusts sake!” Your heartbeat was hammering in your chest as your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the unexpected visitor. A smile graced your lips as you removed your headphones, the soft beats of the music now louder through your headphones. "Fatgum! Wow... ah, I'm sorry, we're closed for the day," you explained, a touch of regret in your voice. "But if you'd like, I can save you some goodies for tomorrow."

Fatgum chuckled, his soft laughter filling the air. "Actually, I was hoping to try something right now. The aroma drew me in from the street and I’m never by here when you’re open," he confessed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you surveyed the array of freshly baked treats. "Well, since you've stumbled upon my secret late-night baking session, how about I make an exception and offer you a taste of something special? You are my favorite hero, and I did leave the door unlocked..."

The anticipation on Fatgum's face was palpable as he nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement, accompanied by a soft blush on his cheeks at you calling him your favorite hero. You swiftly moved to the counter, retrieving a tray as you filled it with an assortment of pastries. Each treat looked like a work of art, their colors and textures enticing him without even taking a bite. Placing the tray between you, you explained each delicacy, sharing their unique flavors and ingredients. As Fatgum took his first bite, a look of pure bliss washed over his face. The combination of flavors exploded in his mouth, a symphony of sweetness and indulgence unlike anything he had ever experienced before, he felt his energy explode in a way it never had with other foods he consumed.

For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this cozy bakery. Fatgum savored each bite, relishing in the care and expertise that went into creating each mouthwatering creation, and with every bite, a sense of warmth and connection grew between you... and as the last crumbs were devoured Fatgum let out a satisfied sigh, his hunger satisfied. He couldn't help but smile at you, gratitude radiating from his kind gaze.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "This was more than I could have imagined. You truly have a gift."

You returned his smile, a twinkle of pride in your eyes. "It's my pleasure. Sharing my passion with others is the best part of what I do... and even more unexpectedly when I get to share it with you – I never imagined I’d have the chance."  

The two of you shared a moment of quiet appreciation, the sound of soft music still playing in the background. It was a serendipitous encounter, a bright spark of a connection formed over pastries and something more.  

Days turned into weeks in the blink of an eye since that fateful nighttime encounter at your bakery. Fatgum found himself drawn back to the warmth and comfort of Flake & Crumble, not just for the mouthwatering pastries, but also for the inexplicable comfort he had found in you. With each visit, conversations grew longer and more intimate. Fatgum discovered your passion for baking went beyond the delicious treats you created; you often donated a lot of product to nearby shelters, you had charity days where all the money your bakery made would go to a chosen charity of the week... you heart was as big as your industrial-sized mixer, and it endeared him to you... and in return, you found solace in his presence, his jovial nature bringing a sense of ease and laughter to your days you never knew you were needing. It was a surreal experience, having your number one hero visiting you nearly daily but as time passed you grew more and more comfortable around him, he was just so easy to open up to, and be around.

On a particularly busy day, as you rushed around the bakery attending to customers and ensuring every order was prepared to perfection, Fatgum watched you with admiration. The way you effortlessly multitasked, your dedication evident in every meticulous detail, made him appreciate your talents even more... you were the one solely making the baked goods, and working the shop... you didn’t employ anyone – having stated one night that it was your labor of love and you had a hard time letting go of control when it came to the shop.

Finally, when the stream of customers began to dwindle, Fatgum took a deep breath, gathering his courage. Today was the day he would take the leap and ask you on a date, hoping that the connection he felt was reciprocated. With a warm smile, he approached the counter where you stood, a gentle flush gracing his cheeks. "Hey, (Name)," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

You turned to face him, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "Hey Fatgum, what’s up... need another round of sweet breads?"

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me sometime. You know, like a date?"

Your eyes widened, momentarily caught off guard by his request. However, the surprise quickly transformed into a soft, genuine smile. "I'd love to," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity as you averted your gaze from him, a red-hot blush creeping upon your face.  

"Really? That's great! How about we go out for dinner tomorrow? My treat." His excitement was palpable as relief washed over him; a weight lifted from his shoulders.

You nodded, a playful glimmer in your eyes. "Sounds wonderful. I'll be looking forward to it."

As the evening settled in, the two of you exchanged contact information, eagerly making plans for the following day. The anticipation and excitement filled the air, as Fatgum left your bakery with the melodic chime of your door, waving back at you with his signature grin from beyond the painted glass.

The next evening, Fatgum arrived at your doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Dressed in a clean, crisp outfit, not totally dissimilar to his hero costume, but more muted in shades of black and grey... an attempt to be casual despite his stature. He beamed with joy as you opened the door, a radiant smile adorning your face as you happily accepted the bouquet, inviting him in for a drink as you put the flowers in a beautiful clear vase before heading out together.

The date was filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and shared moments of connection over a delicious meal. You discovered more about each other's hopes, dreams, and passions. Time seemed to melt away as the evening unfolded, leaving the two of you lost in each other's company, and as the night ended, Fatgum walked you back to your apartment, a soft breeze rustling through the trees. The moonlight cast a gentle glow, enveloping you both in a quiet intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you. "I had an amazing time tonight," he confessed, his voice filled with nervous sincerity. "And I hope we can do it again soon."

A blush spread across your cheeks as you looked up at him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and affection. "I had a wonderful time too, Fatgum," you replied softly. "I would love to see you again." You paused, considering your words. “For another date, outside of the bakery.”

“Taishiro,” Fatgum said softly, looking down at you with a soft expression.

“Hm?” You glanced up again, Fatgum backlit by the moonlight making him even more handsome in your eyes as the night enveloped you both.  

“Taishiro,” Fatgum repeated, smiling gently. “You can call me by my name, if you’d like to... Taishiro.”

With a shy smile you reached out, gently taking his large hand in yours... the warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, your imagination running wild with the thoughts of where else his hands could go on your body... but instead you swallowed hard despite your mouth drying out, nervous, as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Goodnight, Taishiro,” you murmured softly, and Fatgum couldn’t stop the blush on his cheeks, and if anyone asked it would be from the three glasses of wine he had at dinner. “Thank you for a most wonderful first date,” you leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as you turned and walked inside your apartment building... leaving a stunned Fatgum on the sidewalk, reaching up to touch where your lips had been with a dreamy sigh.

A week after your first date an unexpected thing happened, although within regular society Pro Heroes existed for one reason: to fight evil, to ward off villains... so not all that surprising when a group of villains attacked causing immeasurable damage to the city, and particularly the street your bakery was on. 

Villains, you thought as you lay beneath a piece of large steel rafter, what a bunch of assholes.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. He had heard of the attack, had been dispatched in helping aide the other Pro Heroes on scene to wrap up the fight and evacuate citizens... Fatgum immediately recognizing the epicenter of the attack was in the district your bakery sat in the dead center of. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened, and the uncertainty of what he was to face when he found you... if he found you.

Rescue and recovery efforts had just begun, still in the planning and dispatching stages and as he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response as he bulldozed his way through the wreckage to the back of the bakery, ensuring no other civilians were injured in the building as well.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from the back. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive as he rushed over, his eyes widened with concern as he found you pinned beneath a steel beam, a stream of dried blood tracking down your face as you cradled your arm, your features etched with pain.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened.

As he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from behind the counter. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive. His eyes widened with concern as he found you cradling your arm, your face etched with pain.

"(Name)! Are you alright?" Fatgum exclaimed, kneeling beside you and lifting the metal beam off of your body.

You winced, but managed a weak smile. "I'm... I'm okay, Fatgum. Just a few minor injuries... my quirk keeps me flexible enough to manage this kind of thing, to be honest."

His heart swelled with relief at your words, though the sight of your pain tore at him. "We need to get you to a hospital," he insisted, gently supporting you as you attempted to stand.

You shook your head, stubborn determination flashing in your eyes. "No, Fatgum. The bakery... It needs to be taken care of first. We can worry about me later."

“Like Hell we can!” Fatgum shouted, his worry and the ball of anxiety that formed in him on his way over coming to a head as he exploded, tears welling up in, and falling from his eyes. “At least get checked out by the medics at the triage tent.” Seeing his grief at your current state, you didn’t want to be stubborn and argue, simply nodding and allowing him to carefully lead you over to the triage tent, where a medic with a healing quirk looked you over and assessed minimal damage, performing a quick heal that took care of the more major scrapes and bruises, and the laceration to your head. Despite your anxiety surrounding your bakery, Fatgum did his best to offer support and comfort in the form of physical touch, and encouraging words. They worked for the most part, but he noticed the deep, sad frown on your face as you looked at the decimated store front of Flake & Crumble.

Weeks passed as the restoration efforts continued, and through it all, Fatgum remained a constant presence in your life. He supported you emotionally, ensuring that you felt safe and cared for during the process of rebuilding. After a lot of hard work from you, and surprising, heartwarming efforts by the surrounding community, the bakery stood stronger than ever, a symbol of resilience.  

As the last piece of expertly painted glass was installed Fatgum gently took your hand in his, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and affection. "We made it through, (Name)," he said softly. "And I promise, I'll always be here to protect you." Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude and love as you leaned up on the stool you were standing on, gently cradling his large face in your hands as you placed a sweet, passionate kiss to his lips. Fatgum didn’t react at first, being taken by complete surprise until his brain stopped misfiring long enough to wrap his arms around your body, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss, minutes passing until the desperate need for air forced you two apart, your foreheads pressing against each other as your eyes remained closed, basking in the intimacy of the afterglow. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Fatgum looked at you with a mix of nervousness and affection. His eyes held a silent question, a desire to take the next step in your relationship after the shared moment with you.

"(Name), there's something I've been wanting to ask you," Fatgum began, his voice filled with tenderness. "Would you... would you like to come over to my place? I'd love to spend more time with you, just the two of us... if it’s not too forward."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took his hand in yours. "I'd love to, Taishiro,” you murmured, pressing another soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. His face lit up with joy, and he helped you wrap up the final touches on the bakery, locking up for the night; finally leading you to his apartment, a cozy space that reflected his big, warm personality. As you entered, you couldn't help but notice the comfortable and inviting atmosphere, adorned with plush furniture and soft lighting, and the heavenly smell of various snacks, and foods you hadn’t ever seen before... did he have foreign snacks imported? You couldn’t help the smile as you slipped out of your shoes, allowing Fatgum to lead you into his space as he picked you up and sat you down on the countertop in his kitchen as he made a quick phone call, ordering enough food to feed a small army as he grinned at you, walking in close to cage you between his body and the countertop. His large hands coming up to rest on the plushness of your hips as you felt his fingers squeeze and knead at the soft skin, a small gasp leaving your mouth as your lips parted at the sensations, Fatgum taking that moment to seal a kiss against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth and filling you up in an unexpected way... but for such a large man, this size different wasn’t a surprise. He finally pulled away, both of you left panting as a needy look adored your sweet face, shooting a jolt of desire straight to Fatgum’s cock as he looked down at you, admiring the beauty of the moment.

His gaze met yours, seeking permission and reassurance. In that silent exchange, you both recognized the deepening connection that had blossomed between you... but before he could act on any further desire, as the warmth of your intimate moment lingered, a gentle rumble broke the tranquility of the room. Both you and Fatgum couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected interruption, your stomachs growling in unison.

A playful smile tugging at your lips. "I guess it's time to take a break from the romance and satisfy a different hunger." Reluctantly disentangling yourselves, you both moved from the kitchen and made your way to the living room, you sitting on the plush couch just as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the food. Fatgum rushed to open it, returning with bags filled with a delicious-smelling array of food. The two of you set the food out on the coffee table, creating a makeshift feast that showcased an array of mouthwatering dishes as Fatgum smiled at you.  

“Dig in!” He said happily. In between mouthfuls, you and Fatgum continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company in a different, yet equally fulfilling way. The initial passion might have been momentarily set aside, but the connection between you remained strong, fostering a deep sense of closeness. As the last morsel was devoured and satisfied sighs escaped your lips, Fatgum leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. "You know, (Name), even takeaway can't compare to the sweetness of being with you," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection, a playful smile on his face at the cheesy thing he said.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude. "And being with you feels like home," you replied softly, your heart swelling with new love as Fatgum stared wide-eyed at you, for a moment it didn’t even seem like he was breathing as he pulled you into his arms, squeezing gently as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. With a renewed sense of appreciation for each other you both cleared the table before returning to the couch. Fatgum pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled him as best as you could, his sheer size dwarfing you and causing you to blush with the sight of him... he was so gentle, so tender and loving for someone so intimidating in his size. Fatgum’s hands settled back on your hips, one hand reaching up to pull you back into a hungry kiss. Your lips parted for him with a sigh as his tongue explored your mouth once more, one hand anchored to the plush of your hip as the other began a slow ascent beneath your shirt, coming to rest a large hand over your chest as he pulled away to look at you, his eyes asking a silent question as you nodded... reaching back behind you to further the night as you unclasped your bra and let the material drop to the floor as you then pulled your sweater above your head, your top half now bared to Fatgum’s hungry eyes.  

“Wow,” he breathed, both hands now reaching up to knead and massage your chest, enjoying the needy little breathy sounds he pulled from you as he pinched your nipples with moderate strength. He lifted you up a little in his arms, leaning forward to take each breast in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and nipping gently at each of your nipples as he assaulted you with hungry licks, gentle bites and new sensations you didn’t think chest stimulation would give you... but he was giving them to you. After a moment Fatgum helped you strip from your bottoms, too, before lifting you up as you gave a small, surprised scream before he threw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your exposed pussy to him as he leaned forward, his large hands gripping your hips as he gave an experimental lick, your body jolting with the sensation as his warm tongue completely covered you. Fatgum was a man who could ear, clearly, by his stature and the functionality of his quirk – there was no question... and with the masterful way he speared you on his tongue, the large appendage acting almost as a cock, warm, thick and wet as it wriggled and licked each hidden crevice inside of you, there was truly no question of his skills. Your mind went black as the pleasure overtook your body, the unexpected way he managed to use his size to utilize his tongue in a way no other man could had your body jolting up, grabbing onto him as you shook and convulsed on him, his tongue still fully seated inside of you as he pulled back slowly, drinking the sweet cum that you gave him... his retreat sending shudders through your body as your mind buzzed with the white noise of post mind-blowing orgasm.

He carefully lowered your body from his shoulders, opting to carry you bridal style as he walked you both into his bedroom. Fatgum set your nude body atop the plush comforter on his mega-sized bed, sinking into the softness as you licked your lips, watching as Fatgum slowly undid his jacket, revealing a t-shirt beneath, slowly slipping out of it as he revealed rippling muscle covered in layers of fat, an expanse of new and faded stretchmarks, proof of his body expanding and shrinking as it does, his strong arms flexing as he reaches down to slip out of his pants... left in nothing but black boxer briefs as your eyes goes wide as saucers at the sight of his half-hard bulge already being larger than any monster-sized toy you’ve seen online while shopping for yourself. Fatgum blushed under your intense scrutiny, before you smiled up at him, a genuine, loving smile.

“Y-You’re so...” you couldn’t find the words as you licked your lips again, staring across the expanse of his large body. “You’re so beautiful, Fatgum, so handsome... just... so damn big.” You breathed out, motioning for him to come to you as you slipped off the bed, standing up now as you touched all over his body, admiring the scars, curves, plush fat and muscle as he allowed you to grab and grope however, and wherever you please. “Gorgeous...” you breathed again, and this time Fatgum leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, the taste of your cum still on his tongue as he devoured you, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he sat you down on the bed, with him still standing his pelvis was at the perfect height for him to just... slip in. “Underwear, off, please.” You managed out, leaning back to toy with your clit as your wet, welcoming pussy called to him. He slipped from his boxer briefs, revealing a monster cock and a worried look on his face as you stared up at him.

“S-Should we even try? I don’t want to hurt you...” Fatgum said softly, a sad dejected tone to his voice. You shook your head slowly, smiling up at him.

“Remember when I told you about my quirk?” Fatgum nodded, briefly remembering when you mentioned it to him. “I can stretch, Taishiro... any part of my body.” He felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water on him, his eyes going wide as his brain misfired... you can stretch? He will... he will fit with no issues? He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe his luck in running into you, falling for you... and the universe giving him this gift of you two being able to fit each other perfectly. “Now please fuck me.”  

You didn’t have to tell him twice, with a few pumps to his length, he lined himself up with you, still filled with nervous energy as he pressed forward into you and while the stretch was tight and pleasant, and the look on your face was pure, unfiltered bliss... Fatgum could feel the way you gave way to him, feel the way be bottomed out and see the way he made your belly bulge up.

“Oh my god,” he breathed under his breath, reveling in a sensation he had never been able to experience before, the warm, wet tightness of your pussy convulsing around him as his balls rested heavy against your ass was something else... something he could never dream to imagine, fisting his hand or the custom-ordered cock sleeve did not compared to this feeling. Fatgum pulled almost all the way out, just the spongy head of his cock left inside to stretch you as he slammed his hips back up into you, a high-pitched scream of pleasure leaving your throat as you looked up at him, eyelashes already clumping together with tears from the sheer fullness he left you with. Fatgum couldn’t hold himself back, using your hips as leverage as he simultaneously slammed his cock forward and pulled your body to him until he was bullying his cock against your cervix in a mix of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation and his relentless thrusting leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock, a mixture of your cum, his spit and pre-cum... Fatgum bit hit bottom lip as he groaned, unable to deal in the pleasure your body was bringing him, your sweet saccharine cries as he pummeled into you until your body was shaking with another release, your walls clamping down around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm. It wasn’t long after, with how tightly your cunt squeezed around his cock that his hips were stuttering and he was unloading a truly enormous release inside of you, the sticky white seeping out of your hole as he drug his cock in and out of you at a slower pace, until he fully softened in you, his cockhead releasing with a wet click as he nearly fell back onto the floor from the exhaustion and bliss. Fatgum lifting up your limp body, holding you close to him as he led you both to his shower, allowing the water to heat up and steam the bathroom as he stepped into the wide shower, practically a room of its own with large benches built in as he set you down under one of the many streams coming from multiple angles. He held lather a mild, sweet soap on your skin as you started to smell his familiar scent, your body relaxing into his touch as he took care to clean you up, even having you pee in the shower to prevent a UTI, cleaning you up again afterward... he took a moment away from you to wash himself, before turning off the water after a nice forty minutes together beneath the hot streams. He towel-dried your hair, and body, along with his as he walked you both back to his bed, stripping the top comforter that was stained and sticky, the musky scent of sex clinging to it as he went into his closet and pulled out a clean smelling, equally plush duvet. He settled into bed and pulled you close against him, murmuring sweet words into your hair as he held you close, stroking your body and kissing the top of your head. He offered you water, which you drank quickly as he smiled down at you, whispering thank you’s and words of his adoration as you settled against him, your eyes closing as you began to sink into a dreamless sleep, exhausting taking you with it.  

“When you wake up, I’m going to ask you to be my girlfriend officially,” Fatgum whispered softly, stroking the hair out of your face.

“Just marry me,” you yawned, the whisper leaving Fatgum frozen to his spot as he wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, wasn’t even sure if you were fully awake enough to realize what you said... but he vowed that come the first light of the morning he would definitely bring it up again.

It wasn’t hard for him, already picturing your guys’ life together.

[aizawasnumberonefan]

falling asleep with fatgum is such a fun experience. nothing you say will change my mind that this man treats every night you spend with him like a fun sleepover. biggest snuggle bug you’ve ever met and is more than happy to let you fall asleep while laying against or on him. king of midnight snacks. basically has a kitchenette in his bedroom constantly stocked with everything you’d need to satisfy your nightly cravings. makes sure to stock up your favorites once you start spending the night with him regularly. if he isn’t around while you’re staying at his place, he makes sure to leave one of his hoodies for you to sleep in so that you don’t get lonely. loves to cook breakfast or order in in the mornings. has your favorite breakfast down pat, no sweat. if you ever surprise him with breakfast, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes you think he might go down on one knee right there. gift giving love language. buys or makes you anything that he thinks will make your stay with him better. every plush merch of him that comes out is gifted to you before it’s released to the public (he added it to his contract). love bug!!! makes sure that you’re safely in his arms before he can fall asleep at night. one time, you stayed out a little later than usual with friends and came home to find him yawning on the couch, waiting for you so he could fall asleep with you in his arms because he “only has good dreams with you”. sweet and darling man.

[succubus-nini]

My darling Bakerᰔᩚ

Fatgum x Black!Reader

When Fat gum first met you, he was hooked. But you were stubborn, as a black person is, So he just wins you over, step by step.

Quirk: Ivy. You are practically Ivy from Marvel, Only if you overuse your quirk, you will very well die because the plant quirk makes you pretty immune to shit. So when you do get sick, HELLA Fatal🥰

Y/N was a owner of the Bakery downtown, "The Blooming Garden" . The bakery was your dream since you were little, as you weren't exactly(allowed/ didn't want to/ wasn't qualified ect. ) to be a hero.

You loved your bakery. It was your pride, your livelihood. You couldn't imagine being without your bakery because of a villain. It was too horrible for you to imagine.

The first time you met Fat gum was when he was in his slim form and needed to refill. Fatgun was around 5'11 or 6'0, you couldn't tell.

Now in his normal form, he's a solid 8'2. But you've never seen Fatgum, nor his slim form. So you, the innocent baker, though he was just a new customer.

"Wow.. I didn't expect a actual garden..-" He said, genuinely impressed at the flowers and vines that gave the place a cozy meadow vibe. Taishiro would look at the baker who was kneading some dough and his heart skipped a beat.

Why were you so perfect? The way the afternoon sun hit your dark skin and how your hair swayed with each movement of your hands, he thought he had died and went to heaven.

It took you a minute to notice the tall man. Once you did you smiled warmly at him and stopped what you were doing. "Welcome to my Bakery! What is on your cravings list Today dear?"

Oh sweet cinnamon rolls you done got this man way to deep

His face flushed a bright pink and he smiled nervously. "Ah- Well I'm new around here so, Can I get one of everything?" He asked, taking notice your taken aback expression.

Not once did ANYBODY say they wanted one of everything. That's damn near 150 dollars. You raised a eyebrow and huffed.

"Listen, I get you are new to this bakery, but I don't do things like that unle-" You paused as he got out cash money. So he was serious??

"How much would that be?" He asked, smiling at you with that bright aura of his. It was obvious he didn't hear what you were just saying as he was absorbed into his own world.

"... 150.00-" Y/N sighed in defeat, going behind the counter and putting one of every baked sweet you had in their assortment boxes, then proceeding to hand him the bag after ringing up the items.

The hero smiled even brighter at how you had given up on denying him and just snickered at how adorable your pout was. "Cute.." He mumbled before turning to walk out the door.

"Bye hun, See you soon." Taishiro said, eating a blueberry muffin as the door jingled at his exit.

A hour later you were closing up shop when you remembered him. "Seriously, Is he ok.." You muttered.

After closing the bakery you couldn't help but feel a bit more uneasy at how dark it was.

"Is it seriously 7:00?" Y/N questioned she made her way back to her house. Now you weren't dumb or oblivious, so you noticed it quickly when you felt the eyes of a unknown person on you after walking past a alleyway.

You especially knew it was on you went past the police station and the feeling you were being watched dismissed only after you past said police station.

Eventually you paused and turned around, dropping your bag with a clenched fist next to you and staring into the darkness that you just left. You opened your mouth and intensified your stare.

Being the one person who has actively planned out a death but never went through with it you just stood there. The offender took a step towards you and you instantly lifted your hand. He raised an eyebrow as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Alright you disgusting stalker weirdo come on over so I can knock some sense into you.." Y/n said through gritted teeth as she rolled her sleeves up and prepared herself for a fight.

The person stepped into view and smiled. "Why there's no need to be violent baby, we can talk this out at my place with a bottle of wine, what do you say?" This guy was a new female offender, as he was now known for stalking women before convincing them to go with him, then he'd kill them.

"Touch me and you lose your ability to tell you mouth from your ass." You said, Your hair now covering your eye as the guy ran and laid a nasty finger on your shoulder.

The next morning you were at the bakery, making some cinnamon rolls that was called in, along with some beef teriyaki, when Fatgum in his fat form and his work study students walked in. The red-haired one looked around in awe at how nature themed the place was. The purple haired one with his hood up just stayed hidden behind Fatgum.

You didn't know any of them. You remembered faces, and Fatgum seemed similar to the guy who came in yesterday, the jackets were the same. As you finished frosting the cinnamon rolls, you heard the red one say how Manly your bakery was. It made you snicker at how honest he sounded.

"Why thank you, built it myself and nearly died." You said as the red one's eyes widened. You took notice of all three's shocked expression as some other customers walked in with gifts. You were quite confused, it wasn't (birthday) yet, was it??

Just as you doubted, it was your birthday. These people were your friends from high school, and some recent friends who frequent your café. They all focused on you, not even sparing The three a word other than "Excuse me." or "Morning." before smothering you in endless love and support.

You got them to settle down just enough to apologize to Fatgum, Kirishima and Amajiki. "I deeply apologize about this. I don't know why but around these parts of town my birthday has become some time of celebration."

You said before packing up the large cinnamon rolls and the beef teriyaki. "And it's on the house." After handing the two boxes to Fatgum everyone walked out the bakery and gave you enough space to close it early for the day.

"Oh yeah, Y/N you have a stain that looks like blood on your bag." One of your friends said and you deadpanned you slowly turned to them with murder in your eyes. "I killed someone before opening the bakery." You said, making it unable for everyone else to tell if you were serious or not.

"I'm joking!" You said, flicking their nose. "It's ketchup from the spaghetti I had last night." Y/n laughed and her friends laughed. "You are a dark person." Your male friend said before both of your friends walked you away to you're favorite hangout spot, leaving Fatgum and his students standing at the bakery.

A/n- This is gonna be a part one and I'll work on the dabi part two when I wake up tomorrow. Love y'all <3

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Memes #2

[the-piantist]

|Sweet Tooth| Taishiro Toyomitsu

He stood on the street corner, his hands pressed flat against the window's glass, his eyes wandering longingly along the length of the display before him.

Strawberries were ribboned in a glaze of rich chocolate stripes, handcrafted, flaky truffles, and gourmet chocolate bars neatly arranged in a beautiful basket, nestled between parchment paper. Soft caramels and creamy orange candies, decorated with intricate designs, practically beckoned for a taste.

As some would agree, Taishiro Toyomitsu was incredibly well-known for having an insatiable sweet tooth.

A basket of brownie brittle squares caught his attention, and he knelt for a closer look, his face mere inches from the enticing sight before him.

Suddenly, a rush of brilliant pastel colors flooded his vision as a tray of French macarons was placed before him. Startled, Taishiro reared backward, nearly tripping over his own feet as he straightened up. His attention quickly snapped at the sudden intrusion, only to be met with a pair of brilliant eyes that rivaled only the smile directed his way.

He could feel the tips of his ears beginning to burn with embarrassment as he smiled back, his hand coming behind his neck in an effort to hide his awkward demeanor.

Taishiro was indeed known for having an insatiable sweet tooth, and that fact was never more evident than when he met the woman before him, whose laughter she barely contained. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short Prompts are fun to write! And today, we've started with FatGum! <3 Praise Jesus! If you liked the read and would like to show some support, here is my Ko-fi :3 conhttps://ko-fi.com/lyrique Thank you and God bless!

[frickingnerd]

Pro Hero Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi / All Might

i'd stop the world for you - oneshot

all might breaking up with his s/o - headcanons

poly relationship with all might & endeavour - headcanons

Enji Todoroki / Endeavour

endeavor with a sidekick who isn't intimidated by him - headcanons

poly relationship with all might & endeavour - headcanons

Keigo Takami / Hawks

↳ Masterlist

Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

poly relationship with mirko & lady nagant - headcanons

mirko with a s/o who has a fox quirk - headcanons

mirko dating a yakuza boss - headcanons

Tsunagu Hakamada / Best Jeanist

best jeanist comforting his self concious s/o - headcanons

Shinya Kamihara / Edgeshot

secret kisses with edgeshot - headcanons

Mirai Sasaki / Sir Nighteye

workplace crushes - oneshot

sir nighteye seeing his own death in his s/o's future - headcanons

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

fatgum when he's jealous - headcanons

Ryuko Tatsuma / Ryukyu

the curse of the dragon princess - oneshot

ryukyu with a sidekick who overworks themselves - headcanons

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

fake dating shota aizawa - headcanons

mornings with aizawa - headcanons

aizawa with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

present mic dating a metalhead - headcanons

spending time with present mic - headcanons

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight

bruised hearts heal slowly - drabble

midnight crushing on her sidekick - headcanons

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King

vlad king when he's jealous - headcanons

Yu Takeyama / Mount Lady

the taste of the enemy - drabble