#but its fatgum

[mintmatcha]

cw: cisfem reader, sex work mention, slight blood mention

“You don’t belong here.”

The man jumps, surprised, then dissolves into a chuckle as he brings his drink to his lips. There's something familiar about this face, hidden under the swollen cheekbone and bruised fat lip, but you can't place where you know him from. You apparently marvel too long, as the stranger cheeks grow redder by the second.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Um, yeah.” You gesture up and down him, “You’re stiff as a board and you tried to order food.”

The stranger scoffs into his drink, genuinely insulted for a moment before he dissolves back into his smile. There's no airs about him - a rare occurrence for the clientele here- and that knows you a bit off guard. "What’s wrong with ordering food?"

You ignore how the bartender shoots you a look when you slip into the seat beside your tall blonde and simply gesture to the place as if it explains itself- dim mood lighting, men in suits, women in dresses that barely cover anything. There's a woman on stage, perched on all fours and writhing ever so gracefully, arching her back as she slinks on the floor. Her quirk activates for a moment and her skin shimmers with a kaleidoscope of colors, a fairy under neon lights.

This place has the decency to call itself a gentleman's club. It has polished glasses and comfortable seats, but that doesn't change what it is. It's a strip club. Through and through. It's lacquered shine doesn't change anything underneath. It still reeks of malintent.

"What’s wrong with ordering food?" he repeats. He places his drink down and you take it before he can react, bringing it up to your lips with a playful grin. When he doesn't protest, instead just watching you with wide, wide eyes, you take a sip. It's strong enough to make your chest bloom with heat.

"I don't think they have food here."

"They do," he replies.

"Then you're going to pay six thousand yen for three bites of food." Your lipstick clings to the rim as you hand it back to him.

"Well," he sniffs, flinching at his own crinkled nose. It must be broken; there's flecks of dried blood lining his fulcrum. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Clearly not."

He takes a long chug from his drink and finished the glass. When he gestures for another, your lipstick has smudged on to his cheek. "Maybe it's worth the money then."

You laugh, and it's not your normal practiced giggle. It's real and loud enough that the bartender shoots you another look. He knows what you're supposed to be doing here, and it's not hanging with the slummiest man in the room. When you meet his eye, there's a bit of a silent conversation between you two.

I know, you try to tell him, Let me have my fun.

"What are you doing here?" You turn back to your current play thing. The man shrinks slightly, a sheepish smile creeping back onto his face.

"Long night," the stranger mumbles, "Needed a drink and, well-"

He looks towards the stage, where a mouse eared girl spins on her pole, dark braids the only thing covering her tits. She's short and thick in the places that make you look longer than you should

"Some pretty things to look at?" You finish for him.

He tears his eyes away and back to you. You don't miss how they flicker down, how they soften when you scooch closer.

"Does that make me a bad person?"

"I think it makes you a guy," you shrug. One of the better guys, in fact. The unashamed ones get grabby and mean; this one talks to you like he considers you a person.

"What's your name?" he asks suddenly. You debate giving him your real one for a second, but then you adjust your legs and feel the bite of your stiletto straps on your ankles.

"Star."

"I'm Taishiro."

You regard him again, soaking in all the little details about him. He's tall- insanely so. There's a fair amount of muscle on his frame and you think maybe, under those bruises, he's pretty.

"You a boxer, Tai?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I am," he hesitates, "How'd you know?"

"Well, your nose is broken, so you definitely fight, but you aren't a hero," you gesture to his clothes. Oversized sweatpants, and a loose long sleeve - he looks like someone that's cut weight lately. "I know all the heroes in the area, and you aren't one of them. I would have remembered your pretty face."

The stranger draws back a bit, brow scrunched with confusion, but a smile creeping across his face. He must not get compliments much. You slyly check his finger for a ring and find it empty. Good, but that doesn't mean anything. Lots of men take off their rings.

"And you aren't a bad guy or a villain. You don't have that scent to you."

He also doesn't smell like anyone else. If he slept next to someone, there'd be lingerings of them.

"Villains have a smell now?"

"To me, they do." You nap the side of your nose, "It's a quirk thing."

Your quirk sounds more useful than it is. There's a scent to bad intentions, something that lingers

He rolls his head to his shoulder and finally relaxes fully. "You can sniff out crime? Full on McGruff the Crime Dog?"

You mirror him. Ear to your shoulder, a slight grin tugged onto your lips, you say: "A dog? Are you calling me a bitch?"

The stranger blanches. His hand flies to his face so quickly that you're worried he's going to hit himself.

"Oh, geez, I didn't-"

You lean forward with a tinkle of laughter and pat his thigh. The muscle is tight and corded through the thick fabric. Messing with him is easy. Too easy. You almost feel bad for riling him up. "I'm teasing. I'm like a bloodhound."

"How does it work?" Taishiro asks, "What do I smell like?"

He smells like home cooking, with spices and herbs you can't quite place. It's homey, it's warm, it's familiar in ways you can't quite place. There's an edge in there you can't quite place, not quite sour or sweet, but just off enough that you know he's not being 100% truthful with you. You suspect his name isn't what he says, or his boxing career isn't exactly that.

You can't judge. Your name clearly isn't Star.

But, then again, he moves so earnestly that you have a hard time assuming he's bad in anyway, especially next to some of these men. One of them, an older man you unfortunately recognize, keeps looking at you. His smell is sweet in the same way rot is.

"It's a secret," you reply, "Just keep on behaving and you won't have to worry about it."

He laughs at that, big and booming enough that a couple of the girl walking around look your way, and you can't help but join it. You think, if you had met him anywhere else, if you were someone else, you'd pursue this further, let something develop between you.

But you aren't anyone else.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, suddenly, and you suddenly are hit with the guilt of reality.

"I gotta be honest with you." You peel your hand from his thigh. "I don't come to strip bars for the tits, baby."

"Do- do you work here?"

"Men buy my time." He stares at you blankly and you sigh. "My companionship for the evening. And my boss is going to get mad if I don't start schmoozing paying customers."

Taishiro furrows his brow, then widens his eyes as the realization hits him.

"Oh. Oh." He swallows and nods, clearly thinking this through. Just as you start to get up, he reaches for you, wide, wide, wide hand on your hip to keep you in place. "How much?"

Something inside you sinks. You should have expected this. "I didn't think you were interested in that."

"I'm not-- I mean, I am, but not like- well-" He staggers through his thoughts, "I just want to keep talking. Really. Maybe even split my food, if you want, but I don't- not that kind of companionship- just, like, normal companion stuff."

You sniff. He still smells the the truth, for the most part. You're not sure if you pity him.

"Two hundred thousand yen for the night," you say. "Ends at sun up- no exceptions."

"Oh," he perks up, head tilted like a puppy again, "That's it?"

"What does that mean?"

"I thought it was going to be--" he pauses and shakes his head, thinking better of it, "Yeah, that's okay."

"Do you think I'm cheap?" you gape.

"No, I just--" he laughs again, clearly embarrassed. "You just look really, really, really expensive?"

Despite yourself, with a roll of your eyes, you smile too. "Nice save."

He mum les to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. Most of your clients are experienced with this life, but the new ones are always like him. Nervous. Scared. You step closer to him, trailing your fingers down his arm. You both watch your manicured nails trace loose patterns.

"You really want to spend that kind of money to just have dinner with me?"

You'd fuck him. Of course you would. You expect him to crumble under the flirtations, just like the others did.

But he surprises you when he nods.

"Yeah, I am," Taishiro says, "Is that okay?"

You shrug. "It's your night. Anything you want is okay."

The hand on your waist squeezes tighter, but it's not sexual. It's comforting, almost normal.

"I guess I'll..." he says awkwardly, "Get cash?"

"Cash is good."

-

Taishiro knows this is a bad idea.

A horrible, awful, terrible idea.

Using his real name was stupid; he's lucky you incorrectly guessed his career. If he wasn't so thin right now, you might have recognized him. He'll if he's not careful, you could figure him out anyway.

If the media gets word of this, his career would be ruined. His poor interns would never meet his eye again. The headlines flash in his mind: FATGUM CAUGHT WITH PROSTITUTE. OR ESCORT. WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

Well, he's sure they'd be more creative than that.

He shakes it out of his head. This isn't about sex. He's just... lonely. So, unbearably lonely. It's just a dinner, just something to stop him from going hone and wallowing by himself again. Sure, you're the prettiest thing that's ever talked to him-

He shakes that out of his head too.

[karume-selfshipper]

Oh to be absolutely buried in the hug of a big, strong F/O~

Nothing but their large arms wrapped around me while I hide from the world. Perfectly nestled in their embrace, breathing in their scent/cologne/body spray/perfume while they stroke my hair or rub my bag.

Save me big, strong F/O hugs...

[fictional-characters-are-hot]

I wanna make an appreciation post for Fatgum's thighs/legs

No one seems to appreciate them like I appreciates them.

Theyre so fucking good looking.

His thighs are so thick theyre not classified as 'hams' those are entire HOGS!!

I want to worship his legs theyre so fucking good.

[olives-and-lilies]

Got a little something from the buffet over at @fatgumbigbang23 for ya~!

A lovely little fic called The Love Bet by welovethensfw

I did a fun cover

And I couldn’t resist doing a liiiiiittle something for Rumi and Kiri’s nail date under the cut

[cheekykitsune]

Sometimes I'll be minding my own business and then have a completely out of pocket thought.

Today that thought involved Bear Shifter Fatgum, a really pleasant warm day...and getting absolutely stuffed to overflowing by said bear shifter in the front yard.

[faededaway]

Hero's fan meets hero by chance!!

K, one silly idea.

I'm not sure where it ends BUT here it goes:

You are a civilian in today's quirky world. You haven't got a quirk of your own though. It's okay! You've never felt bad about it. Things have worked out for you and you've worked with the things you've got!

So, you're going about your day. You're at the local grocery store at the same time as always. The canned food aisle has your attention for the longest as usual (because you're looking for that one canned item they don't seem to bring in anymore).

Suddenly, you hear a man yell out to you, “your bag! Give it to me or else!”

You turn your back to the shelves to look at what “or else” may be. To your displeasure it looks like a barbed tail like appendage that may or may not be in your appendage if you didn't let go of..... The bag you don't have..

“I would give it to you. Really! I'm so scared right now! I'd really love to give it to you, but I didn't bring one. I only have about $20 on me at the moment”. You bring your hands up to your head to show him the lack of any kind of bag he could have snagged from you.

An angry growl leaves him and you see that he's about to charge at you. So you simply, move out the way to let him crash into the variety of canned goods on the shelves.

Upon headbutting the shelf, about a dozen or so cans fall on his head from the higher shelves and knock him out cold. So you continue your shopping, head to the counter, and let the store clerk know about the incident.

Upon leaving the store, you find yourself in front of a reporter from a well-known news channel. “Are you the person who saved the town's only grocery store from being shutdown by this unhinged barbaric villain?”, the reporter exclaims while pushing their mic onto your face.

“Well, barbarian is a strong word. You see, I only acted in self defense. If it saves my favorite grocery store in the process, I hope I get a discount next time I go.” something about how this whole thing felt like a skit makes you want to go along with whatever the reporter says. No one will actually watch the news about a small town grocery store. So who cares about what you say. Besides, they could just cut the unnecessary stuff out.

“Oh, so do I! They should give you lifetime discount! How did you feel when confronted by this villain? What made you decide to act on your own rather than waiting for our heros to arrive?”, the reporter inches in closer and spits out these words at you.

Now, you're thinking. Right. It's that channel. The anti hero one!

“Erm, well, I didn't act! I just, I didn't do much, really. And, how could a hero know what's going on in every corner of the world? Ya know?? Anyway! The cops took him away!! Problem solved!”, you smile at the camera and wave your hands dismissively.

The reporter nods their head fervently. “Yes, the heroes cannot be relied on”.

Ah-oh no. Did you make things worse? Are you feeding the anti hero propaganda? You don't want that. You have to fix it! You have to say something good!

“Wait, you know. Actually, my- my favorite hero! My favorite hero inspired me to do this! Yes, yes! My favorite hero, always arrives at the scene so confidently. With their radiant smile, and, and calm voice. Telling everyone things will be okay. Yeah! I totally had their voice in my head at that moment. I heard them! Telling me 'breathe easy, 1,2, and 3. It will all be over soon'. Ya know? Ya know, that hero?”. You ramble out as quickly as you can. You're not sure if they'll give you any more of their time but you still take your chances.

“Your favorite hero? Which hero do you speak of?”, the reporter grimaces. Even the camera man gruffs in disgust.

Now, you had a few choices to make. You could mention a few local heroes. Make them a bit more popular. You could mention the top hero. Or you could mention your top hero. Your hero, who actually saves the world with a smile. Hero Fatgum.

“Well, his name is um, he's not a local hero but I'm a big fan. Hero, Hero Fatgum”, you're want to run away now. This is it. This conversation is not real. Your groceries are on the curb. Your soul isn't in your body.

“A fan? What does that mean? Do you make fanart or something?”, the reporter asks. The look like they can't believe you used that word.

Fanart? You do. But, should you say that to them? You wouldn't lose anything because no one watches TV anymore. Or the news. Right? And they can and WILL cut this out!!

“Umm, yeah. I do make fanart sometimes,” you open up your phone to show a fanart of Fatgum bending over to grab hold of a fallen civilian.

The cameraman zooms into your phone. You immediately move to put your phone back in your pocket but the reporter grabs it from you.

“Hm. You're not that bad. Are you famous?”, the reporter now scrolls through your phone as if it's their own. The embarrassment from this makes you fumble out incoherent words. “What was that?”

“I do put them ...on.. this site. Ah, Uh! That's all. I don't have any more fanart” you snatch your phone back and stuff it in your pocket before they could see a ... Truly embarrassing fanart that would make you want to leave the country.

“This site, what's it called?”, you want to question why this anti hero reporter is suddenly this invested in your fanart of a hero but you don't know what that would make them do. So you spell out the name of the site for them and your username.

The reporter finally turns to the camera and away from you, “folks, that was all from the incident of today morning's attempted robbery of the town's only grocery store. A brave fan born from the heroic acts of the braver ones who save the civilians of our land everyday has saved the day. May it inspire us all to be more positive and look at our heros in a new light. Maybe they alone can't save the world, but we together can save ourselves. This has been -”

You tune out the rest of the words. So, the antihero channel is now... Turning over a new leaf? Today? Now? What's going on?

After the reporter and the cameraman wrap you ask them what was going on.

“Oh, yeah. You don't get much government favor by being anti hero. So we decided to find a story that'd help us segue into this new thing. Luckily, we found a good enough story in the morning! Your tangent about being inspired and all, even showing us your fanart?? Great stuff!” the reporter and their partner laugh in relief.

Hot flash runs through your body. On one hand, your purpose is fulfilled. But on the other hand, they will NOT cut out the embarrassing footage of your fanart. Okay. Whatever. You start heading home to sleep this off.

~

You avoid watching the news offline and online for fear that you may see your own face on tv. A week has passed. No one has pointed fingers at you and laughed at you. Someone is yet to bring up your embarrassing tangent. So, you assume you are safe. Thinking so, you go back to your local grocery store for the first time that week.

As usual, you stand in the canned food aisle for a little too long. And today, they actually have the one you're looking for! Canned tropical fruit mix!

When you turn to put the can in your cart, a large shadow towers over you. You tense up. Last week you were lucky to have gotten away unscathed. This time luck may not be on your side. So you brace yourself to run with the cart when you hear, “is it okay if I ask for an autograph?”.

You look up to the source of the voice and freeze. It's Taishiro holding a printed version of your fanart of him asking you to sign it for him. Taishiro, Fat Gum, watched you on the news, visited your blog, printed(and bought) your risque beach fanart of himself carrying you, and is now asking you to sign it for him.

Your hands tighten around the handlebar of the cart. He speaks up again, “I quite like how you drew me here. It's the only one with you in it. I'd like it signed if you wouldn't mind.”

Your favorite hero is in front of you doing something you'd never dream of. Your heart is beating so loudly, you ears are ringing. But you'd be a fool to let this moment go to waste.“Sure. Can I have a picture with you in return?”

“Oh, of course! We could even go grab a bite somewhere if you'd like”. He says as he cocks his head to the side and beams at you.

And that is when you decide to make your fanart turn to reality someday soon.

[angelsdelight]

i try not to be mean on the internet esp abt art and such ppl have made bc yk. its rude LOL everyone has their own interpretations of media + characters and generally its all fine just personal taste etc etc etc. but it does make me genuinely mad when every single man ever is drawn with defined abs and muscle tone like he is NAWT working out like that.

[utaite-mun]

since its inevitable and i do want to think about all my bnha blorbos more as well

hear me out

seven association monoma neito

the association that deals with and trade in investigative information in order to complete their contracts by ways of ensuring an issue is fully understood BEFORE committing violence

sure yeah you could go cinq or dieci, but monoma doesnt just learn things to metabolize it (tho copy does quite literally act as a physical form of that) nor is he exactly the person for 1-on-1 duels, so i say that if he had to pick an association to either be a fixer of or otherwise affiliated to! probably seven!

[skelerangart]

warm up sketch <3 post rescue or smthin idk

[bluebellhairpin]

fatgum kissing your cheeks and calling you “little dumpling” and when you smile it makes your cheeks go all round and he just HAS to take a bite

anyway byyyyeeeeeee

PHON you can't just say that and then LEAVE. YOU CAN'T.

[myh3adis1nthecl0udz]

Drabble #1

Momo: :[

Jirou: what's wrong?

Momo: I don't have a mentor :((

Jirou: oh.. Well what if I find you one?

Momo: you'd do that?

Jirou: ofc babe!

Momo, at the front of fatgums agency by jirou and 98% of her classmates suggestions. [due to her quirk]:

[mintmatcha]

Mint I remember you saying that Fatgum has like. A range of clothing sizes and i just found a manga page showing that you’re RIGHT it takes him 4 days of eating to hit the egg shape and in the days between he ranges from buff > chubby > fat but in a less cartoonish way i love him

and you know he's UNRECOGNIZABLE in the in-between stages so it's STRANGE... like having multiple boufriends

[itryedtobecreative]

*starts writing fanfic for the first time in a decade *

*writing my first real delve into spice*

*having the same issue as ten years ago of not really knowing how to get between plot point A and plot point B*

*worrying that it’s not going to be long enough because of previous point *

*take a shot every time I say ‘wipe’ in the same paragraph *

“Maybe I should just check the word cooooou-

Oooookay”

Turns out I’m a wordy bitch. I’m only just getting to the meat and potatoes of it. Let’s see if I can get it out before Fatgum’s birthday. It’s only iiiiiiiin

Oh. Four days 🫠

[plusultraetc]

tuning in to every episode of season 4 like more pro heroes more league of villains now!!!

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, yandere

gn reader

Fun-sized and squeezable with a looming fat-muscled yandere who just dwarves you in bed.

He's halfway endeared and the other half amused by your wet little moans as his thick cock bullies its way inside your tightness - grinning as he sucks kisses into your chubby cheeks - keeping your doughy thighs spread and flattened to your chest, making you sound like a squeaky-toy.

Getting pounded so hard and heavy, your climax is robbed right out of you, leaving you quaking while he keeps fucking you through one after the other in a steady ball-clapping pace until he absolutely floods your insides with his cum - so filling and warm it makes you pant.

BNHA - Enji, Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, FatGum, Mirio

JJK - Toji, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna

ATSV - Miguel

HQ – Ushijima

BLLK – Kunigami

HxH – Uvogin

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: As you watched Tamaki's tentacles form against the spines of his fingers, you couldn't help the heat that rushed between your legs... you needed him now; it didn't matter that you two were still on a mission.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!tamaki, tentacle play, use of tamaki's quirk (takoyaki), tentacle 'fingering', breast play, suctions, orgasm (reader), tamaki's a skittish lover, he's horny for you but makes sure he takes care of you.

a/n: so you might've awakened a new kink in me cuz i was elated to write this (idk if its my kink in writing quirks just taking over or if i now like tentacles, we'll never know but this was hot to write) wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“This okay, Y/N?” A blush had spread across Tamaki’s face, the lavender visor he wore nearly fogging up from the heat from his cheeks as he looked away from you.

Of course Tamaki was timid… and flushed with lust. The both of you were in an abandoned alleyway, away from the hero scene doing God knows what. As one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, you shivered under the wet slick of them. “Yeah, Ama– we should hurry.” 

You felt your hero uniform nudge to the side and a lengthy coil fell between your legs, creeping up the side of your leg towards your throbbing cunt. His eyes zeroed in on yours for a second as he mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to freak out. You glanced down at his body, to his nimble hand which had sprouted five reddish tentacles from his earlier takoyaki snack. When you watched them transform, you knew you had to seduce him– hoping to get your boyfriend alone.

You said with innocence, “Betcha those tentacles don’t get used often, mind if I see ‘em?”

And here you were, after running your fingers against the suction cups and some sultry words slipping from your mouth– watching Tamaki tremble underneath said fingers as they rubbed against the seam of his tunic, right underneath his plum-colored bags. The white bulge was extremely prominent and you smirked. 

Tamaki had you under a spell, all five of his tentacles clinging onto you– one around your waist, one laying still around your neck, another suctioned to the fabric that covered your chest, and two teasing at your clit. As the two tentacles rubbed against your clit now, pushing beside each other, a whimper fell from your lips. “C’mon, Ama, put one of ‘em in.” 

“O-Okay…” You felt him shudder against you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as you palmed him and one of his tentacles pressed into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his normal free hand flying to your mouth to try to shush you. “Quiet down please, Fatgum could come looking for us.” 

“Mm, or worse…” As you said that, his tentacle thrusted into you further and you squeezed your eyes shut at the rousing feeling. His suctions pressed against your walls, fucking in and out and you couldn’t help the incoming whines that came from you. “T-Tamaki…”

“Yeah, you doing okay?” He eased out, his other tentacle that housed it way down there playing with your clit. Its tip suctioned into the swell of it, smoothing circles into it as a wet pop–! sounded from your cunt. You were nearing your orgasm way faster than you ever anticipated, his obedience was on par– absolutely exceptional.

“Yeah, make me cum– so close…” 

You were too preoccupied by the heavenly motions against your clit– inside your cunt, you didn’t feel that the one across your chest had slithered its way into your bodysuit. Oh, Tamaki was bold today… tweaking your nipple hard in the latex and humming softly to himself as you clenched around the tentacle inside you. It kissed at your nipple, toying with it as you tried your best to suppress your moans against his palm. 

As you fell apart Tamaki pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, coaxing you through your release with his normal hand soothing over your waist. He pulled his tentacle out, inspecting it slightly and you almost wanted to watch him suck your juices off of it– but he sadly didn’t. 

“I’m buying you takoyaki every week– no, everyday.” You breathed out, both of your hands sliding underneath his tunic and against the tent of his bodysuit. Tamaki squeaked out a tiny noise, pressing closer to you with a skittish expression as he looked down the alleyway. “That’s a promise.”