#reader x toyomitsu

[rumisgf]

“ dessert ”

fatgum eats pussy for sport.

the way he has you squirming and writhing under his touch should be illegal. you thank every god above the sun that you were able to find a man like him because boy, does have he have heavenly skills. he begs you to let him eat you out whenever he takes you out to dinner or you get back from an event— especially after you’re both dressed up and you text him about the slickness in your underwear just by looking at him from across the table. now you’re really in for it.

“shiro~..please-”

he lands a soft, yet warning slap on your thigh as he buries his head further into your dripping cunny. your slick puddles underneath your ass as you drip even more onto the sheet- and he takes no time dragging his tongue down to your weeping hole to lick you up.

“you wanted this baby… let me take care ‘a ya..”

the vibration of his smooth voice sending chills down your spine, and you already feel your now second orgasm build up in your stomach. his large hands hold your thighs in place, squeezing on the soft flesh under his grasp.

“ouu~”

you let out a deep moan as his thick fingers plunge into your pussy, and you start gushing around him fingers. he hums in complete satisfaction as your arousal drips out and he makes sure he milks you out completely before lifting his head up for air.

“love this sweet lil’ pussy..”

you’re definitely giving him a baby tonight.

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!fatgum who isn’t used to receiving romantic attention. sure, he’s got fans but he can’t remember the last time he went on a date

touchstarved!fatgum who’s floored by your earnest, yet obviously sexual, interest in him

touchstarved!fatgum who worries about his size because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but the second he slides a single finger inside your pussy, he feels you flutter along the digit, sucking him in deeper

touchstarved!fatgum who is patient and caring, a direct contrast to your wild pleas and helpless cries begging him to fill you

touchstarved!fatgum who trains your pussy for weeks before he finally feels like you can take him. “that’s my girl,” he says while you rock your hand against him, two of his fingers stretching you open. “taking me in so good, honey.”

touchstarved!fatgum who finally feels you slide down on the thick column of his cock, your pants and whines while you struggle to make him fit - “don’t help tai,” you brush his hands away, sinking down another inch. “let me take you nice and slow so I can get used to your fat cock”

touchstarved!fatgum who fills you over and over with cum, heavy breeder balls soaked in your arousal, the space where he’s plugging you up oozing creamy white

many other bnha boys here <3

[writeriguess]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa and Hawks (and Dabi or Fatgum if you can and want) if you don't mind where his girlfriend Y/N who is a pro hero (top 10 and with a strong quirk) got in the way during the fight with Stain (or another vilain) and the students of UA and was found injured

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

You were barely conscious when they found you. The sharp sting of pain in your ribs, the sticky warmth of blood on your skin—it was all secondary to the ringing in your ears. You could hear muffled voices, urgent and frantic, but the darkness tugging at you was persistent.

And then you felt him.

Rough, calloused hands gripping your wrist, checking your pulse. The shift of fabric as someone crouched beside you. Then—his voice. Low and steady, but frayed at the edges.

“Y/N. Stay with me.”

Aizawa.

You wanted to respond, to reassure him, but your body refused to cooperate. You felt a hand press against your cheek—warm, grounding.

“You better not fucking die on me.”

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

The steady beep of a heart monitor greeted you when you woke. Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, and breathing sent sharp pain through your ribs. The too-white hospital lights burned into your retinas as you forced your eyes open.

A figure sat beside your bed, arms crossed, eyes dark.

Aizawa.

His gaze snapped to yours the second you stirred. Relief flickered across his face, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by something colder.

“You’re a damn idiot.”

Your throat was dry, voice raspy. “Good morning to you too.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Don’t.”

You swallowed hard. “Shouta—”

“You almost died,” he interrupted, voice eerily even. “In front of my students. In front of me.”

The weight of those words pressed down on you. You had seen Aizawa mad before—at reckless students, at irritating paperwork, at stubborn higher-ups. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just anger. It was fear, buried deep beneath his exhaustion.

You tried to sit up, but he immediately pushed you back down with a firm hand.

“Stay still.”

You exhaled, wincing at the tightness in your chest. “The students—”

“They’re fine.” His fingers curled into his sleeves. “They wouldn’t have been if you bled out in front of them.”

“I had to step in,” you murmured. “They’re still kids, Shouta. You know that.”

His hands clenched. “I also know that you’re not invincible.”

“I never said I was.”

“Then why the hell did you act like it?” His voice rose slightly, raw with frustration. “Do you even know what it felt like? Watching you drop? Seeing you covered in blood and not knowing if you were going to make it?”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. “Shouta…”

“You were reckless.” His dark eyes burned into yours. “And if I hadn’t gotten to you in time, I’d be sitting in a morgue instead of a hospital room.”

You felt the bed dip as he leaned in, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was unkempt, his under-eyes darker than usual. Had he even slept?

“I can’t do this,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened, but not from the pain this time. You reached for his hand, fingers brushing his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face before finally looking at you again. “Just… don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough.”

You squeezed his hand. “I promise.”

Aizawa studied you for a long moment before sighing. He let his head drop slightly, his forehead just barely touching your arm. His grip on your hand tightened, grounding both of you.

“Good.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Pain was the first thing you noticed. It radiated through your body in sharp, pulsing waves, making it hard to breathe. Your limbs felt heavy, your mind sluggish. Distantly, you registered the scent of smoke, the crackling of fire, and the sound of distant shouting.

And then—wings.

A gust of air brushed over you, followed by the rapid thud of boots against the pavement. A voice—frantic, desperate—cut through the ringing in your ears.

“Y/N!”

A familiar warmth wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly. You barely registered the red feathers encircling your body, supporting your weight as you were cradled against something solid and warm.

“H-Hey, stay with me,” the voice pleaded. “C’mon, baby bird, open those pretty eyes for me.”

You wanted to respond—to tell him you were still there—but your body refused to obey. The darkness pulled at you, and this time, you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

The steady beep of a heart monitor was the next thing you heard. The scent of antiseptic burned your nose, and your entire body ached like you had gone ten rounds with a Nomu. You forced your eyes open, wincing at the sterile brightness of the hospital room.

And then you saw him.

Keigo sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. His golden eyes were fixed on the floor, but his wings twitched with restless energy. The usual lazy smirk was gone.

You licked your cracked lips. “Keigo…”

His head snapped up so fast you thought he might get whiplash. His wings flared slightly, his eyes wide with something raw.

“You’re awake.”

You tried to smile. “That obvious?”

The reaction you expected—his usual teasing, a cocky quip—never came. Instead, Keigo surged forward, cupping your face between his hands. His touch was gentle, but his fingers trembled against your skin.

“You scared me,” he breathed. His voice, usually so light and carefree, was barely above a whisper.

You swallowed hard. “Keigo, I—”

“No.” His grip tightened, just enough to keep you there, to keep you looking at him. “You don’t get to pull that shit on me.”

Your throat tightened at the raw emotion in his voice. “Keigo…”

“I saw you bleeding out,” he continued, his wings drooping. “You were lying there, and I—I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

You knew he was fast. Faster than anyone. But even Hawks had limits.

“You got to me,” you murmured.

“Barely.” He let out a hollow laugh. “I’m the number two hero, and I still wasn’t fast enough. What the hell kind of hero am I if I can’t even protect the person I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply.

Your heart ached at the frustration in his voice.

“You did protect me,” you insisted. “If it weren’t for you, I might not be here at all.”

Keigo shook his head, golden eyes flashing. “I should’ve been there—”

“Keigo.” You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing his wrist. He immediately caught your hand in both of his, gripping it like a lifeline.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the quiet beeping of the monitor. Keigo bowed his head, pressing his forehead against your knuckles. His hands were warm, but they trembled slightly against yours.

“I can’t do this again,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t lose you.”

Your chest tightened. You had seen Keigo flirt his way out of countless situations, had watched him laugh in the face of danger. But this? This was real. Unfiltered. Raw.

You squeezed his hand. “You won’t.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Promise me.”

You gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster. “I promise.”

Keigo exhaled sharply before shifting forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His wings curled slightly around the bed, as if shielding you from the rest of the world.

“You’re never scaring me like that again,” he murmured, voice low and steady.

You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “I’ll try.”

Keigo let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on your hand never loosening. “That’s not good enough.”

You cracked an eye open, smirking despite the pain. “I promise.”

This time, he smiled too. It was small, a little broken, but real.

Dabi

Pain clawed through your body like a wildfire, searing and unrelenting. The world around you was a blur of destruction—smoke curling into the night sky, the acrid scent of burned concrete and singed flesh thick in the air. The muffled sounds of battle were fading now, distant, like they belonged to another world.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lying there.

Somewhere in the haze, you heard boots scraping against the rubble. The slow, deliberate pace sent a shiver down your spine, even in your half-conscious state. Then, a familiar voice cut through the ringing in your ears, rough and laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Oh, hell no. You are not dying on me, sweetheart.”

The warmth of calloused hands ghosted over your cheek, tilting your head ever so slightly. A thumb brushed against your blood-smeared skin, just light enough to ground you.

You knew that voice. You knew that touch.

Dabi.

You tried to speak, but your throat was raw—probably from screaming. The only sound you managed was a weak rasp.

Dabi’s hands twitched against you. His movements weren’t rushed, but there was a tension in his body, coiled tight beneath his patchwork skin. His breath was uneven.

“You look like shit,” he muttered, but the usual sarcasm was absent.

You let out something between a laugh and a cough, pain flaring in your ribs. Dabi’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into the tattered fabric of your suit.

“Dammit, Y/N,” he growled. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You tried to blink the blurriness from your vision, swallowing hard. “Students… they needed help…”

Dabi exhaled sharply through his nose. “Yeah? And who the hell was supposed to help you?”

Your body felt impossibly heavy, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. “Didn’t… think that far ahead.”

A dark chuckle left his lips, but there was no humor in it. “No shit.”

A moment passed. Then another. The distant chaos of sirens filled the background, but Dabi wasn’t moving.

Your vision cleared just enough to see his expression—his usual smirk was gone. His blue eyes, always filled with mischief or malice, were stormy, dark.

You had seen Dabi angry before. You had seen him cruel, amused, even amused at cruelty.

But this? This was different.

His jaw tightened. His fingers dug into your suit. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Your breath hitched. “You… care that much?”

Dabi let out a sharp laugh. “Don’t act so surprised, sweetheart.”

His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges. He glanced away for half a second, running a hand through his wild black hair. The soft glow of flames reflected in the staples lining his face.

“I thought you were dead,” he admitted. “For a second. And that second sucked.”

You exhaled a weak chuckle. “That bad, huh?”

His gaze snapped back to you, sharp and burning. “You think this is funny?”

The heat in his tone startled you. You had never seen him like this before.

“You don’t get it,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “You don’t get what it would’ve done to me if you actually died.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Dabi’s fingers traced the edges of your bruised cheek, his touch uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t do attachments,” he muttered. “Never have. They make you weak. But you?” He exhaled harshly. “You fucked me up, Y/N.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“I don’t know how to do this shit,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to care about someone without it ruining me. But here I am, sitting in a pile of rubble, begging you to stay alive.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Then, after a long moment, Dabi scoffed. “Tch. I probably sound pathetic.”

You mustered whatever strength you had left, lifting a trembling hand to cup his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your fingers—always running hot, like he was seconds away from burning the whole world down.

“You don’t,” you whispered. “Not to me.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he surged forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath was hot against your lips, his grip firm on your wrist.

“You’re not allowed to die,” he murmured. “Got it?”

You nodded weakly. “Got it.”

Dabi exhaled, his grip on you never loosening.

And for once, he didn’t try to hide the way his hands trembled.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Your body felt like it had been through a meat grinder. Every breath sent sharp pain slicing through your ribs, and your limbs refused to move the way you wanted. The ground beneath you was rough, littered with debris, and the distant sound of sirens barely registered through the dull ringing in your ears.

You had fought hard. Maybe too hard.

The students… you remembered them. You had jumped in before the villain’s attack could reach them. You knew you’d get hurt, but that didn’t matter at the time. You just needed to protect them.

Now, as the world around you blurred in and out of focus, you started to regret how reckless you had been.

Then, a shadow loomed over you. Heavy boots pounded against the broken pavement, followed by the sound of something massive shifting. A warm, familiar voice—usually so full of energy—was laced with something you had never heard from him before.

Panic.

“Oi! Y/N—! Stay with me, ya hear?”

You felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you with almost ridiculous ease. The warmth of his body surrounded you, and even in your dazed state, you recognized it.

“Tai…” you murmured, voice hoarse.

His grip tightened. “Aw, hell—why’d ya have to go an’ do somethin’ so damn reckless?!”

You could hear the strain in his voice, the way it wavered ever so slightly. You had never heard Fatgum sound scared before.

“Had to… help,” you whispered.

Taishiro let out a sharp breath, adjusting you carefully in his hold. His usually cheerful expression was twisted into something pained, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.

“Help? Y/N, ya almost died,” he gritted out. “What kinda help is that, huh?”

You managed a weak chuckle. “The good kind?”

Taishiro let out a deep, frustrated sigh, but his arms never loosened around you. You could feel the way his body trembled—something completely foreign for a man built like a fortress.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he muttered.

Your eyelids grew heavier, exhaustion tugging at you. You felt warm—safe, despite the pain—but you couldn’t fight the weight dragging you down.

“No, no, no—hey, don’t you go closin’ those eyes on me,” Taishiro warned, his voice low and urgent. “You stay with me, Y/N.”

“Tired,” you murmured.

“I don’t care,” he snapped, his grip tightening just a bit. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, ya hear me?”

You forced your eyes open, just barely. Taishiro’s face was close to yours now, his expression raw. His usual grin was gone, replaced with something that made your chest ache.

You had seen him in the middle of battle, had watched him take brutal hits with a laugh, but you had never seen him like this.

“C’mon, sugar,” he pleaded, his voice softer now. “I need ya to hold on.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus. “I’m here.”

Taishiro let out a shaky breath, his arms adjusting around you as he pulled you closer. “Good,” he murmured. “That’s real good.”

The sirens were getting closer now. Help was coming. But Taishiro didn’t let go, didn’t shift his grip.

He just held you.

And for the first time in your life, you saw Fatgum without his usual smile—without his endless optimism. Just Taishiro. Just the man who was terrified of losing you.

“I got ya,” he whispered. “I got ya, Y/N. Always.”

And this time, you believed him.

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#9 Ya like jazz?~

Villain Y/n Falling in love with Fatgum...Thats it...Literally Hot Villain falling in love with the cuddliest-looking hero...

Villain!Y/n*Eyes focusing Solely on him,Evading his attacks*...

Fatgum*Slightly weirded out*...

Villain!Y/n: Hey Let's play 20 questions while we fight you first!~

Fatgum:...Uh...What's your favorite color?

Villain!Y/n*Laser Focus dodges his fist and manages to be face to face*TRIANGLE-ARE YOU SINGLE? BACKUP QUESTION WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN DATING ME?

Mr Compress: Y/N!?-

Villain!Y/n: shut yo damn mouth you! IM COURTING HERE!?-

-Back in your center of operation-

Hench: Do you realize there's a rumor going around that you're in love with Fatgum?

Villain!Y/n*Is making a collage of pictures of Fatgum on their wall* A rumor? Are you telling me people are doubting it??

[heartofjasmina]

Hear me out: ageplay w Fatgum. He's enormous it would be so easy to feel tiny and safe with him! Plus the man's always got candy, he'd be such a sweet daddy~ #askgame

when i looked up how tall he is... i need to sit down

Taishiro was many things, but 'a man who was able to resist when his baby said please daddy' was not one of them.

No matter what it was, he couldn't say no to you when you asked him like that. So you got the candy, or the doll, or the stuffed animal, every fucking time.

He spoiled you rotten, and you knew it too.

"Who's daddy's spoiled baby?" He would always ask, usually when he was balls deep inside you and making you cling to his large frame for support. His size was a challenge for you to take but when you were both patient nothing was better than feeling so full you thought you'd burst. (You told him once how sex during regression felt overhwhelming in the best of ways, how you needed to hold on tight to him to feel safe while you felt good.)

"I am daddy!" You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders as you moaned into his ear.

"That's right sweetheart, and you spoil daddy with your perfect fucking pussy don't you?" Taishiro loved how easily emotional you got from his praise, a wobbly smile on your lips and hearts in your eyes as you looked up at him above you.

"Jus' for daddy," you nodded and held him closer.

So yeah, you might be spoiled rotten and a little bratty when you don't get your way, but Taishiro doesn't care.

He gets spoiled too.

[mslovingghost]

Fat Gum x Reader

He doesn’t feel desired because of his body. Fatgum x Reader

Taishiro had been navigating the dating scene for a while, and after countless dates, he reached a conclusion: people only liked his skinny form. At first, they acted as if it didn’t bother them, but eventually, it did. Each time, he found himself alone again, scrolling through various dating apps out of desperation. Was it so unreasonable to want to settle down with someone who appreciated all parts of him?

It wasn't long before he found you. You were the first person to swipe right on him without inquiring about his hero work. Instead, you asked about the dog in the background of one of his photos – his golden retriever named Oden, whom he got to keep him company. From that moment, his conversations with you lasted for hours, culminating in an agreement for your first date. Fatgum wanted it to be special because you were becoming special to him.

The details were set. On his day off, he would come to your place, and the two of you would have dinner away from the prying eyes of paparazzi. However, as the day approached, he grew anxious about whether you would expect him to change into his skinny form, as all his previous dates had asked. By the time he stood in front of your door, he felt nauseous from the swirling ideas in his head. But when your face greeted him, he almost calmed down, captivated by how beautiful you looked in casual attire.

He was nearly mesmerized by you until he snapped back to reality. “Are you sure you don’t mind me like this? I can change back into my other form—” he muttered, letting his insecurities spill out until you cut him off. You laughed, looking at him as if he were joking. “What are you talking about? I hope I didn’t make all this food for you if you were planning on being skinny for the evening...”

As you ushered him inside, confusion spread across his face. You laughed at the mere suggestion that he change into his skinny form to make you comfortable. And from the looks of your dining table, it was clear you had spent a lot of time preparing various dishes to satisfy his appetite.

You were perfect for him. It was astonishing to see the care you put into the meals laid out before him. He had never had a proper date who wanted him to be himself, rather than an idealized version they had created in their minds. He sat down across from you with a goofy grin and one thought in mind – you were truly perfect.

I wrote this one go like it was fever dream- If it's not perfect or good that's why. I was inspired by a cai bot tho <3

[g1ucose]

feel like fatgum would be such a doting lover, placing his hefty hand on nearly the entire expanse of your stomach whilst sliding in and out of your wet cunny and praising you for what a good girl you’re being for takin’ the entirety of his cock, his face is so close to yours and he can’t help but coo apologies at you when you whine, “s’ too much” over and over till your cumming, squeezing down on his dick so hard all he can do is choke out a moan before he finishes inside of you.

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 11

Request: Would love to see some Fatgum x reader breeding kink shenanigans? Fatgum’s defensive abilities would make for a great quirk marriage scenario

Requested by: CherryDad (AO3)

WARNINGS: PIV, Oral (f! Receiving), cream pie, size difference, breeding kink

A/N: This is gonna be another morning edit for sure.

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You sighed to yourself as you sat perched on the edge of your couch. You could feel your anxiety manifest in your gut, as you waited for your ‘husband’ to come home from patrol. It had been just over a year since the hero commission announced their new program of forming a new hero bond for the future from preexisting ‘relations’. In so many words the hero commission was revitalizing the archaic practice of quirk marriages. Last year every hero from the top 100 heroes was sent a list of approved ‘partners’ for them to choose from. You were one of the lucky ones in that fact that you actually knew, well had known, your top approved mate.

You have a fat-based quirk, you are able to manipulate and create on a cellular level of all living things. When healing you do not only rely on the energy, and body fat, of the person you are healing, but also tap into your own energy to aid others. Based on the nature of your quirk, your top match was Fatgum, or Taishiro Toyomitsu.

 You have known Taishiro since your time at UA. He was two years ahead of you, but because of the caloric nature of your quirks, you were on a strict high caloric intake. You often crossed paths when working on meal alternatives with the support lab. He had mentored you in a way, you weren’t sure if he even remembered the conversation, but he helped you feel less self-conscious about your body size. Because of the nature of your quirk, you were almost always sitting at a weight deemed ‘unhealthy’. The label of unhealthy, stuck with you so badly while you were still a teenager, that you stopped the overeating necessary to be able to use your quirk effectively. You began to work yourself to the literal bone, often passing out, just to maintain a ‘healthy’ image. When Taishiro caught wind of this, he pulled you aside and encouraged you to do everything in your power to aid the most amount of people, even if it meant being shamed by the media for encouraging an ‘unhealthy’ standards for young people. You don’t think even if he remembered the conversation he ever realized the impact that one talk had on you. Or how his kindness led to you having a not-so-small crush on him that carried onto adulthood.

You had lost touch with him after he set up his hero agency in Esuha City. While you were still on good terms and were friendly with each other you had drifted apart as people often do while growing up. You were never nailed down by any agency. You worked as an independent contractor that agencies could lease. Your nickname as the ‘One Women Hospital’ proceeded you: making you a fought-over strength to any agency. Your normal clientele were heroes in the top 10. You loved your life and independence, that was until the hero commission brought your normalcy to a halt with their sudden decision to bring back and enforce quirk marriages.

You would never feel as relieved as you were when Taishiro accepted your request of marriage. It was a huge relief off your chest of the fear of being randomly assigned to not only marry a stranger but also carry the minimum of one of their children. That’s what led you here to tonight, pacing in Tai’s home, waiting impatiently for him to get off of work. You had been married a little more than a month at this point but hadn’t consummated the marriage. Fuck, you hadn’t even kissed outside of your wedding. Coitus was only mandatory while you were ovulating like you were today.

You couldn’t help but feel uneasy. You both had been working your normal hours since the wedding, there was a silent agreement that you wouldn’t worry about the act itself until you had to. You had already pushed down your schoolgirl crush on Tai. He was one of the most genuine people you had met, and kind to a fault. Outside of his personality, he was so handsome to you in either of his forms. You hope if you were to have kids they’d inherit his lovely golden eyes and bright smile. Despite those nice images your nerves still stood strong. How would you even go about being intimate, but still remain on the same terms? That’s of course only if he wanted to have sex; technically he just had to cum inside of you. Would he want that?  Just as you felt yourself bordering on a spiral you heard him entering the house.

“Hey,” he greeted with his normal chipper smile. He was in his skinny form, which while smaller than his fat form of 8’2”, was still huge. He easily towered over you standing at a minimum of 7 ft.

“Hey,” you greeted back shyly. You were in your normal lounge clothing of an oversized t-shirt paired with a well-loved pair of cotton sleep shorts and fluffy socks. You had debated dressing up special for tonight, but you didn’t want to make this any weirder than the situation already was.

“How was work?” you asked,

“Good, it was a slower day, there was only one incident of bank robbing, so I mostly just worked on paperwork.” He answered smiling down at you, “How was your day off?”

“Good, I ate at my favorite café and read for a but before going to the doctor’s.” you answered.

“How was your appointment?” he asked.

“Good, they did a blood and urine test. I’m definitely ovulating today.” You responded.

“Alright,” Taishiro nodded, “When did you want to…” he started before trailing off, both of you walking on eggshells as you attempted to not offend or make the other uncomfortable.

“I guess sooner than later,” you answered, in a noncommittal tone, “I guess we should talk about how you want to go about this. Are you okay with sex, or do you just want to cum in me-”

You stood in shock as he pulled you in for a surprisingly soft kiss. You gasp, your eyes widening, before easing shut. It felt like your brain shut off as Tai pressed you firmly against the counter and he deepened the kiss. You let him dominate the kiss, a whine escaping you as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, panting lightly, “I couldn’t hold out any longer.” He confessed. Before he could explain any further you fisted the front of his jacket and pulled him in for an equally demanding kiss. He let out a surprised groan, melting into the kiss as he pulled you close, holding you in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you pulled back, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He admitted bashfully. You hummed in response.

“It has been a long month,” you agreed.

“No, baby, I’m talking years,” he elaborated, blush staining his cheeks.

“Oh,” you said dumb found, “I didn’t-, I always thought that-, that you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

“Baby, I’ve been holding a torch for you since we met. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured when I was your senpai.” He admitted, “And then after I graduated, my biggest regret was not telling you how I felt.” He took a breath before saying, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same-”

“How could I not feel the same way.” You cut him off with a smile, “You were my senpai, you were one of the first people to make me feel of value despite the number on the scale.”

“Fuck, you have no idea how relieved I was when I found out my top match was you,” he confessed, looking down at you fondly.

 “I know we have to talk about this more, but the doctor gave us an hour window, and it’s starting soon.”

“Okay,” he nodded, there was nothing you or anyone else could do to wipe the smile off his face.

“Are you okay with us having sex?” you question.

“Baby, I’ll take whatever you give me,” he answered honestly.

“O-Okay,” you nodded your nerves returning, “Do you want to-, Or should we-, um is the bedroom okay?” you fought to get out.

“The bedroom sounds perfect love,” he replied, before scooping you up in his arms. You let out an “Eep,” as he walked up to his bedroom and softly laid you in the center of it.

“Do you have any hard stops?” he asked, tugging not only his sweatshirt over his head, but his shirt as well. You unconsciously bit your lip, taking in his toned form.

“Baby,” he said, pulling your attention back away from his body.

“Hmm?” You replied.

“I was asking if you had any hard stops,” he repeated, amused.

“Any body fluids outside of cum and spit,” You answered, “I also don’t feel comfortable with consensual non-consensual.”

“Okay,” he nodded, working at his belt.

“You?” you asked.

“The same,” he nodded, “My safe word is takoyaki. Yours?”

“Code,” you answered eyes locked in on his jeans sliding down revealing the large hard-on pressing against the front of his underwear, your eyes widened as he eased himself out of his boxer briefs. You knew objectively he was going to be big, but you didn’t realize how proportional he would be. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together needily as he began to crawl up his bed towards you.

“Aw, are you feeling needy baby?” he asked teasingly. All you could do was let out a whine as he began helping you out of your shorts, “Can’t have my wife go unsatisfied.”

You could feel your heart rate go up at him casually call you, his wife. Normally you may find it a bit cringy, but his genuine tone made you feel butterflies. He helped you out of your shirt next, leaving you bare. He pulled you into a soft kiss, before slowly making his way down your body. He pulls a whine from your throat as he nips and sucks at your nipples. He takes his time, only making you more desperate.

“Fuck, Tai, please,” you plead with him

“Please, what love?” he asked, looking up at you with a smirk, making your stomach flip. You’d never seen his face without his sweet smile.

“Please, I need you,” you beg, “Need you so bad.”

“Oh, and where do you want me baby?” he asked, teasingly.

 “Lower, please” you beg, getting more and more desperate.

“Down here?” he asked, stroking your inner thigh.

“Fuck, yes.” You said tears of frustration gathering in the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t help but moan as he separated your lower lips. A whine escaped you from the contrast of the cool air in the room and Taishiro’s hot breath against your clit. He didn’t give you any warning before he dove in. You were left a moaning mess, as his fingers stretched you to your limit, while he sucked on your clit. You threaded your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, tugging on it hard and harder the closer you got. You let out a guttural moan tugging hard on his hair so that he was flush with your pussy. He narrowly avoided getting crushed by your thighs as he angled his shoulders to keep your thighs open. He fingered you through your orgasm, whispering prairies against your skin. Your grip loosened as you fell back onto the bed limp as you came down from your height.

“Ready, love?” he asked, wiping the excess of your release off his face with the back of his hand.

“Please,” you answer, still feeling desperate, despite just coming down from your high.

“Okay,” he said, grasping his cock to give it two hard strokes before sliding it up and down your slit to collect your excess release, before thrusting his tip inside, Taishiro hissed at his first time breaching your walls, He slowly rocks you back and forth thrusting a bit more of himself each time as he bottomed out. He stayed there for a second before you whined craving more stimulation.

“Just, can’t get enough can you love?” he teased, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, knocking the wind out of you. You share a moan as he begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Can’t wait to see you if it takes. Fuck you’re gonna be all round and plush when it comes.” You both moaned shamelessly.

“Fuck, need it Tai, fuck, need it so bad,” you blathered seconds before clenching around him in a throat. “Wanna be full, please,” you pleaded desperately. “Want it, want it so bad, please fuck. I wanna have your kids.”  

“Fuck,” Taishiro groaned, His hips stuttering as he came in you. You both shared a moan, staying still for a moment before your little bubble of peace is ruined by the sound of a phone ringing. You ignore it for a moment before rolling over and seeing a slew of messages from different agencies. He pulled you tight back against his chest.

“You’re not leaving until we know it takes.” He said staring down at you; dead serious. You couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his cock once again stir against your back. He pulled you in for a loving kiss, as he eased your phone out of your hands. He quickly clicked on airplane mode, before tossing your phone aside. You let out a pleasant sigh, as your lips once again found each other and he pulled you back so you were straddling his abs once again; ready for the next round.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: K, officially broke the streak. Hoping to have this edited in the morning along with a TA! Shikamaru x Student! Reader one shot.

[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.

[mx-pastelwriting]

MHA HEROES HC - Celebrating Your Anniversary

MHA HEROES X GN! READER

SUMMARY: How they would celebrate your anniversary. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Fluff, Anniversary CHARACTERS: Endeavor (Enji Todoroki), Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata), Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa), Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan), All Might (Toshinori Yagi), Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

ENDEAVOR (ENJI TODOROKI)

- Would have the date written down on his work calendar, working meetings, and training around it. Still having to go to the office on those days, leaving early to pick up your favorite things from the store.

- Having to celebrate yearly because of his work as the number one hero, but if you wanted to celebrate monthly, he would compromise. Taking you to a more extravagant dinner or even going to Greece for the day.

- Mostly leaves the plans for the anniversary to you, whether asking you what you want to do or giving you his schedule and credit card to plan. But if you left planning to him, he would panic. Asking around what you wanted, trying to remember what places you wanted to go in the past.

- Would miss your anniversary for work. Not because of overscheduling; it would be from a big villain destroying half the city and all other heroes struggling. Would try to wrap it up quickly, not wanting to miss the plans you had; even when missing them, he makes it up with gifts and dinners depending on how upset you are.

- The celebration would last a day or two, with him being busy and not a big celebratory guy. Some mornings, when it's your monthly anniversary, he brings you breakfast in bed or rents out your favorite place for the day. He just wants to see you smile when it comes to your anniversary.

Waking to the feeling of being showered with warm kisses, opening your eyes to see Enji's red hair as he leans down, attacking you with kisses.

Pulling away, succeeding in waking you. Seeing as Enji had a big closed-lip smile before watching as he turned to your nightstand, picking up the small bed table that presented a beautiful breakfast.

Waiting patiently for you to sit up before placing the table down in your lap, then sitting by your feet, allowing you to look over him fully. Enji was dressed for work, adding a bit of sadness to your morning. Taking notice of where your eyes took focus, he moves, cutting a piece of the breakfast, then holding it up close to your mouth. Smiling as you took a bite, though not being able to stay the day after your anniversary, he still made the day after a little special.

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GANG ORCA (KUGO SAKAMATA)

- Would definitely remember your anniversary. Teases you about his plans days leading before. Clears out his calendar as much as he can for the week that the date lands in.

- Celebrates your yearly anniversary as more of a bigger event than your monthly. For your monthly anniversaries, he would leave little surprises around your environment, whether it be jewelry, flowers, or your favorite snacks tapped with little notes that told how you took his breath away.

- Plans everything. Taking you on vacation to a private island or spending most of the week in the middle of the ocean on his boat. Anything to do with sharing a private moment with you in his home ocean.

- Very unlikely he would miss your anniversary, but if the city was under threat, then he would let you know before setting off to help the city. Making it up to you as soon as possible, just say where, and he will have the plane or boat ready in minutes.

- Celebrating the entire week the date falls in, even calling the month special for being your anniversary month. Would leave your monthly anniversaries to be a one-and-done thing either, doing something special for the first day and last day of each month. Especially through your first year of being together.

Laying on warm sand, soaking up the hot sun, hearing as waves crashed in the background—that was until a shadow was cast onto you.

Opening your eyes while lowering your glasses and seeing the Orca hero standing above you dripping with water. Scanning over his figure, seeing as Kugo's muscles simmered in the sun's light. Noticing your open, flawed reaction, Kugo laughs before extending a handout, inviting you to swim with him in the salty waters. Meaning really, "Would you like to ride me?" even though knowing your answer would always be a "yes."

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ERASERHEAD (SHOTA AIZAWA)

- Yes, he would remember, but only a few days before, making him pull something together in a short amount of time. Never meaning to do this on purpose, but with his sleeping schedules and teaching, the man is running on fumes most of the time.

- Only really able to celebrate yearly, though he still tries to do you something special every month on that date. Whether spending a late night with you instead of working late at the academy or buying your favorite things and placing them beside your nightstand early in the morning when he has to go to work. The man tires.

- For your yearly anniversary, he takes the day off, spending the whole morning with you in bed. Then, as lunch rolls around, he lets you take the reins, doing whatever you wish, but for dinner, he tells you to get ready. Takes you to an expensive restaurant, having saved up for the whole year for it.

- Shota missing your anniversary would be very likely, but it would never be on purpose. Being because of falling asleep or work, he would always make sure to make up for it days later. Dipping into his vacation days and savings to make it to you.

- After your anniversary, he would have to go right back to work, but for days after, he would spend his late nights watching movies or in your arms instead of working overtime. Knowing his co-workers would understand and help him with the workload.

Sat on the couch, Shota's warm arms wrapped around you. Watching the movie that played on the TV, Shota watched you. Scanning your features as if falling for you all over again, only stopping when you caught him.

Watching as his face burned red as he pretended badly to watch the movie. Laughing at his reaction, you cuddled closer, causing him to kiss the top of your head. Feeling his hand rest atop your arms, gently caressing it, acting as more comforting to your late-night cuddling section.

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VLAD KING (SEKIJIRO KAN)

- Totally forgets, but thankful always remember at the last minute. On his way home, he makes dinner reservations using his connections as a hero and drops by some expensive shops to get you something. When finally getting to you, he acts like he definitely didn't forget your anniversary.

- Yearly anniversary only, as he can barely remember them, but if you bring up it's your monthly anniversary, he will plan something for that night. Sekijiro's plans always come out sweeter than he expects, especially on your yearly anniversary. As much as he denies it, the man is romantic.

- If he actually remembers, with enough time, he plans a day off of work and rents out your favorite places with a dinner to end the day. A dinner made by him, refusing to let you help with anything, just letting you sit and watch him in his 'kiss the cook' apron cooking you a delicious meal.

- When making up for his lateness on your anniversary or even when he forgets entirely, he basically begs for your forgiveness in words and actions. Dinners, your favorite place, and vacations—you name it—happen, but you only want to stay in. He melts in a puddle, still apologizing.

- Celebrates your anniversary for as long as he can with work and all, whether it be ordering in breakfast for you, setting up a little lunch date, or having home-cooked dinners. Sekijiro tries to at least keep this extended celebration going for a week.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you along out of the kitchen with the sounds of food sizzling in the background. Giggling as Sekijiro leads you out of the kitchen, not wanting you to lift a finger on your anniversary.

Letting you go with a kiss on the neck before turning back to the pan that let the aroma of your favorite food in the air. As Sekijiro cooked, he couldn't help but sneak glances at you. Risking injury just to look over your face little by little, with every glance soaking in your smile that adored him.

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ALL MIGHT (TOSHINORI YAGI) Works for big & small

- In the beginning of your relationship would remember every year and monthly anniversary, but as he got old and with events of him retiring, he forgot the monthly anniversaries, but never misses your yearly.

- Would celebrate both, monthly and yearly, in the first year, but the monthly anniversary would die down after the first year. If you pointed it out, he would try and make sure he remembers, but if work came up, he would have to miss your little dinners instead of buying you a big gift to make up for it.

- For your yearly anniversaries, he tries to focus on the meaningful things instead of vacation or a big dinner, but if you would want all of that, he would still try to work some meaning to it all. Whether it would be a dinner overlooking the spot where you first met or vacationing at a place that reminds him of you.

- When he misses one of them, though, he takes days off, feeling terrible as you mean everything to him. Even if it's not that serious, you're the most important thing in his life, and he wants you to know.

- Your normal yearly anniversaries would last a couple of days before having to go back to work. Even when you had done everything exciting, he would stay with you snuggled up in bed or on the couch, spending the rest of his time off relaxing with you.

Warms arms and plush blankets wrapped around, breathing in the morning air while hearing Toshi snoring away. Turning in bed facing the hero's sleeping face, watching as his mouth was a gap, moving slightly with every snore.

Failing to hold back a laugh, waking Toshi, smiling at the sight of you giggling away trying to guess what was so funny. Finally calming, you snuggled closer, welcoming the close morning cuddles, kissed your cheek that rested atop his shoulder before falling back asleep, mouth a gap once again.

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FAT GUM (TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU) Works for big & small

- Always remembers every monthly and yearly anniversary. The date is engraved in his head, having a framed photo of you and him with the date on it to remind him of sitting on his work desk.

- Celebrates both yearly and monthly anniversaries. Doesn't matter how many years you two have been together; he always celebrates them both, always finding something new to do for every single one. Even when you want to stay in for the night, he always finds ways to make something new happen.

- Mostly he would take you to a big dinner, not always an expensive place as they don't always have the best-tasting food. Bringing you to the best food shops in all of Japan, though, doesn't tell you that the food there reminds him of you having eaten at those places after the biggest milestones of your relationship.

- Would happen very rarely, but if he does, his blood runs cold. Racing to you with gifts of your favorite foods, pulling strings for a dinner at a really fancy restaurant where the food actually tastes good.

- The food feast that is your anniversary would last for as long as you wanted it to; he would even celebrate it for a year if that's what you wanted. Days later, he would come over at lunchtime with food and sit with you, allowing you to pick anything off his plate with a smile.

Bitting down on the delicious food, Taishiro held up to feed you, both smiling at the sweet moment. Knowing always what you liked to eat, he took you to a new place in the city, hidden away in the busy markets.

Thankfully, the place wasn't too busy, allowing you to eat without cameras sneaking a picture of you two lovebirds. Watching as he took a bit of his own while chewing, his eyes filled with love as if he were tasting the love he has for you.

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I didn’t see him on your list of characters guide but would you ever do Fatgum for the Instagram series? If not feel free to ignore this! I just love him a lot!

I NEED TO UPDATE MY LIST OF CHARACTERSSS I SWEAR!! THIS IS LIKE THE SECOND TIME SOMEONE'S REQUESTED SOMEONE WHO WASN'T ON THE LIST BUT I DON'T MIND DOING :,((

anyways! thanks for the request!!

DATING TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU(FAT GUM) INSTAGRAM!

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instagram posts w/ comments while dating Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fat Gum)!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/nbakes · 13w

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y/nbakes new bite-sized pies at the bakery! come on down and let me know how they taste! :D Tagged: sugarcoatbakery

t.amajiki /bmi.fatgum you wanted a new bakery to visit, right? bmi.fatgum t.amajiki wow amajiki! this is great! if only you could speak out like this during work hours, huh? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum you're so mean. this is workplace harassment

bmi.fatgum THOSE LOOK SO GOOD! I'M RUNNING! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum UH HELLO? I'LL SEE YOU SOON THEN, MR. FAT GUM!

bmi.fatgum · 10w

21.7k likes Liked by t.amajiki, redriot, y/nbakes

bmi.fatgum I've been going to sugarcoatbakery every day for two weeks now, they never miss! The food is so good!

Tagged: y/nbakes

y/nbakes AHH OMG! HELLO?? Thank you so much, Mr. Fat gum! I'm glad you enjoy the food my staff and I make! bmi.fatgum y/nbakes ANYTIME! YOU'RE SO TALENTED! y/nbakes bmi.fatgum you're too sweet :,) <3 bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I should be saying that to you, considering you're the baker! :D y/nbakes bmi.fatgum well, you're the one that eats all my sweets! you inhale everything sweet, sooo YOU are sweet! ^-^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes whatever you say ;)

redriot OH HEY! That's the place you took Amajiki and me to! t.amajiki redriot yeah... I showed it to him and he's obsessed with goin now. only when the owner is working though bmi.fatgum t.amajiki AHAHAH WHATEVER DO YOU MEAN, TAMAKI!? t.amajiki bmi.fatgum I feel your glare through my screen and it's scaring me. I wanna go home.

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: we should do that again buttt without Tamaki and Kirishima!!

y/nbakes: I would love to!! that'd be so fun :D

bmi.fatgum: sooo it's a date? Read 18:26

y/nbakes: SORRY I WAS FREAKING OUT Sent 18:32

y/nbakes: UH YES PLEASE! JUST LET ME KNOW WHEN???

bmi.fatgum: of course, I'll pick you up Saturday?

y/nbakes: YESYESYESYEYSES

INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES!

bmi.fatgum replied to your story: making me look big and for what :(

y/nbakes: taiiii you realize you eat my entire inventory during your patrols right ^-^

y/nbakes: no offense, but it is also kind of a part of your quirk!!

y/nbakes: besidesss it makes you strong, right? but I think you're already strong, skinny form or hero form!!

bmi.fatgum: you think im strong?

y/nbakes: well duh! why wouldn't I?

y/nbakes: you're not #58 for no reason, y'know? bmi.fatgum reacted "❤️" to this message

bmi.fatgum: thanks y/n :)

bmi.fatgum: are you interested in going out again?

y/nbakes: 1000000000%!!

y/nbakes: tonight was so fun <3

y/nbakes: thank youuu

bmi.fatgum: anytime! :DD

bmi.fatgum: how about a restaurant this time?

y/nbakes: id love that!

bmi.fatgum: great! I'll pick you up Tuesday night? y/nbakes reacted "❤️" to this message

y/nbakes: sounds perfect :)

y/nbakes · 9w

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y/nbakes me and the newly-appointed boyfriend had an amazing dinner <3 (the flowers smelt soooo good!!)

Tagged: bmi.fatgum

bmi.fatgum our past few dates have been so fun, I'm so glad we're together!! <33 y/nbakes bmi.fatgum me too!! I'm super glad you came into my bakery and ate all those apple pies a month ago ^^ bmi.fatgum y/nbakes I'd do it again 100 times y/nbakes bmi.fatgum for me or the pies? bmi.fatgum y/nbakes both!! 🥰🥰

redriot wow, I dont think i've seen Fat Gum with portions that small y/nbakes redriot don't let the picture fool you!! (he ordered 6 different meals and 2 whole cakes) redriot y/nbakes sounds more like it! 😭😭

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me after adding variety for the insta posts: 😁😁

how do we feel about the story posts? :P

[alive-gh0st]

𓊆ྀིMY HERO ACADEMIA DAD EDITION𓊇ྀི

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꩜.ೃ࿔ Note: made this for the ones living through Father’s Day with a lump in their throat. if you’ve ever felt like you were raising yourself, or like no one was really proud of you—this is for you. i thought about us while writing it. i am one of us. you deserve softness. you deserve to be protected. consider this a little gift, from someone who understands.

⤷ Happy Father’s Day.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

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⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … wakes you up for school by knocking on your door with a mug of tea and a quiet “five minutes.”

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … never says ”I love you” out loud, but always slips a pack of your favorite snacks into the grocery bag without you asking.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … teaches you how to stitch up a cut before teaching you how to ride a bike.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … tells you “You’ll figure it out” and then stays awake all night reading manuals in case you don’t.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … swears he’s not emotionally available, then covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep studying and tells the cat “watch them for me” like you’re made of glass.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … sighs whenever you mess up, rubs his temple like it physically pains him, and still shows up early to every school event—even if he spends the whole time pretending not to be proud.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … isn’t great with affection, but teaches you how to patch wounds, how to stay calm under pressure, and how to protect people without becoming someone else.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … lets you nap in his sleeping bag during storms, and rests his hand on your head for just a second longer when he thinks you’re asleep.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … tells you “I’m proud of you” exactly once—quietly, casually, mid-conversation—and then immediately changes the subject like it didn’t wreck both of you.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … complains about noise, chaos, and how kids nowadays don’t listen—but lets you drag him to a crowded arcade just because you asked. And he wins the claw machine prize on the first try.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … teaches you how to fight not because he wants you to get hurt, but because he won’t always be there.

⟢Aizawa Shōta! who … hates the thought of losing you more than anything.

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⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … packs your lunch with post-it notes that say things like “YOU’RE AMAZING.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ” and “GO BEYOND♡.ᐟ” in all caps and too many exclamation points.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … cheers a little too loud at your school events, waving both hands even when no one else is clapping yet.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … buys you gifts like a “World’s Best Kid” mug or a novelty All Might pen and gives it to you with a proud grin like it’s worth a million dollars.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … over-explains everything—how to cross the street, how to make tea, how to lock the door—because what if something happens when he’s not there?

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … calls everything you do a “plus ultra effort.ᐟ” even when it’s just folding laundry or remembering to feed the pet.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … makes awkward dad jokes, gives clumsy hugs, and still looks at you like you’re his greatest hero he’s ever known.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … gets confused by apps and emojis but still texts you every night with a “Sleep well.ᐟ.ᐟ💪💤” because that’s what dads are supposed to do.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … tells you he’s proud of you even when you fail. Especially when you fail. Because that’s when he knows you need it most.

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … tries to give you space but always knocks gently on your door when it’s been too quiet for too long, just to ask, “Everything okay in there?”

⟢Yagi Toshinori! who … can’t carry the weight of the world anymore—but would still try if it meant keeping you safe. You’re his whole world.

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⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … greets you every morning with “RISE AND SHINE, SUNSHINE.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ” at full volume and somehow still means it genuinely.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … cries at every graduation, every birthday, every moment you even slightly grow up—and tries to blame it on allergies every time.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … teaches you how to scream-sing in the car and encourages you to throw up peace signs out the window like you’re in a music video.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes you personalized mixtapes titled things like “YOU KICK ASS VOL. 3” and insists they’re medically necessary for confidence.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes the worst dad jokes known to man, laughs at them harder than anyone, and then fist bumps you like he just ended world hunger.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … gets genuinely offended when you say you don’t like a band he recommended—but still puts their album in your backpack “just in case you change your mind.”

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … takes you to karaoke nights and gives you the mic during his set just so he can cheer the loudest when you sing.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … says “metal as hell.ᐟ” about your report card, your outfit, your art project, and the way you stood up for someone—even if you stuttered through it.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … is the kind of dad who’d wear matching sunglasses and call you his “number one sidekick” in front of all your friends without shame—and mean it with his whole chest.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … makes noise where silence would do, but goes quiet the second he sees you need space.

⟢Yamada Hizashi! who … always, always notices.

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⟢Todoroki Enji! who … knocks before entering your room now. Every time. Even when you say it’s okay, he still waits a beat—just to be sure.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … tries to talk about his feelings and ends up handing you a brand-new phone or a limited-edition figure instead, because he doesn’t know the words yet.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … watches you from across the room like he’s waiting for permission to care out loud. Like he’s scared you’ll flinch if he gets too close.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … apologizes through action—drives you to school in silence, makes your favorite dinner and pretends he didn’t google the recipe.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … keeps every crumpled drawing you made as a kid locked away in a desk drawer like it’s sacred. Even the ones where he’s just a stick figure labeled “fire man.ᐟ”

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … doesn’t know how to laugh right yet. But he tries. He tries when you joke with him. He tries when you make fun of his scarf. He tries for you.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … stands in the hallway outside your room for a full minute before knocking, practicing what he wants to say and never quite getting it right.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … tells you “Good work” like it’s the only phrase he knows how to give gently—and it means more than any “I love you” he can’t quite say.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … holds every single mistake like it’s still burning in his hands.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … keeps a photo of you in his wallet—not because he’ll forget your face, but because he’s still learning how to carry you gently.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … once tried to bond by watching your favorite show with you, but sat stiff as a board the entire time and muttered “That’s not how fire works…” every ten minutes.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … doesn’t believe he deserves your love. But still shows up. Every time. With too much food. Too many apologies. And a heart that keeps trying anyway.

⟢Todoroki Enji! who … thinks loving you quietly is safer—for both of you.

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⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always greets you with a “Hey, sunshine.ᐟ” and a bear hug that lasts just long enough to fix your whole day.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … buys your favorite snacks before you even realize you’re upset.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … lets you nap on his stomach while he watches late-night TV with the volume turned down low so you don’t wake up.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … teaches you how to cook not because he expects you to remember it, but because he wants to spend more time with you in any way possible and it just so happens to be the kitchen.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … prints out your essays and hangs them on the fridge next to coupons and ramen menus like they’re priceless masterpieces.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … says “I’m proud of you” with zero hesitation, five times a week, in five different ways—because you deserve to hear it until you believe it.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … always has emergency gummies in his jacket pocket like a certified dad doctor.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … makes you hot pot when you’re sick and lets you pick the movie, even if it’s one he’s already seen ten times and cried through twice.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … doesn’t ask what’s wrong—just scoots over on the couch, pats the spot beside him, and says, “You don’t have to talk. Just stay.”

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … keeps tissues, hand warmers, and backup mittens in his bag just in case.

⟢Toyomitsu Taishirō! who … believes in soft strength. In second chances. In staying. And he never lets you forget that he’s not going anywhere.

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⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … keeps a file on everything you like—books, foods, habits—not because he’s obsessive, but because he doesn’t want to forget the parts of you that matter.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … buys gifts months in advance, wraps them in crisp paper with clean edges, and leaves them on your desk without saying a word. The tag always just says: “For when you need it.”

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … watches over you like a strategist, but listens like someone who’s afraid you’ll vanish mid-sentence.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … adjusts his tie before every parent-teacher meeting, even though he knows the teachers fear him more than you do.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … reads your favorite book quietly on the train to work—dog-ears a page and doesn’t tell you, but quotes it during dinner and watches your face light up.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … doesn’t say “I’m proud of you” until it’s written in the margin of your notebook—faint, small, in blue pen. The kind of ink that fades too fast.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … makes sarcastic comments when you cry so you’ll laugh first. Then passes you a tissue without meeting your eyes.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … never raises his voice, never demands your attention, but always knows when something’s wrong—and always has a solution ready before you ask.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … schedules your dentist appointments months in advance and reminds you the day before with a sticky note shaped like a star. You find it on your toothbrush.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … has exactly five secret inside jokes with you. None of them are funny to anyone else. One of them involves the phrase “statistically speaking” and a very bad drawing of a cat.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … nearly had a heart attack when you once said All Might was kind of overrated. He muttered about “historical revisionism” under his breath for a week.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … can’t protect you from everything—but still tries to plan for the hurt.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … used his quirk on you more than once—just enough to keep the worst parts of the future from touching you. And maybe that’s why, even now, it still feels like he’s here.

⟢Sasaki Mirai! who … loved you through systems. Through silence. Through certainty. Even after death.

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[luxthestrange]

BNHA Memes #2

[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."

[cheekykitsune]

Stuffed

Hello! First of all, thank you so much, I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my work! Second of all, I couldn't resist writing up a little blurb using this for Filthy Friday!

I will, at some point, write a PROPER scenario involving oviposition and Naga!Fatgum, but for now, here's an indulgence.

  You didn’t think you could take more—not after the first orgasm wracked your body, and certainly not after his twin cocks stretched you impossibly wide; one pressing snug and steady against your cervix, the other nestled lower. Both locked inside your pussy with swollen knots that pulsed with warmth and pressure.

  But despite this, Taishiro held you gently, his coils wrapped in endless loops around your body. Each shift of his thick, powerful tail reminded you of how fully he had you pinned in place. Caged. Protected.

  “Breathe, Sweetheart.” He rumbled; his voice low and sweet. “You’re doing so good for me. Just a little more.”

  You nodded shakily. The stretch of him was already dizzying, and now there was more—something building. A weight in the cock pressed up against your cervix, a shift in the pressure that made your breath hitch.

  “The first one’s coming.” He warned softly; a low groan in his throat. You felt it—really felt it—the thick swell beginning to move down the length of his cock, pulsing with weight and pressure. It was huge, and it was moving slowly, far too slowly.

  The sensation made your breath catch in your throat, a strangled little gasp escaping as your body tensed all over again.

  “Taishi—” You whimpered, unable to even finish saying his name. “It’s too big…it won’t fit. It’s too big!”

  “No it’s not.” He murmured, pressing his lips against the corner of your jaw, his tone so gentle in nearly made you cry. “You can do it, Sweetheart. You’re already doing it, just breathe for me.”

  You tried—you really did—but the pressure was mounting fast. The egg pushed along his cock, making every nerve ending scream. The way it dragged inside him, shifting forward with every slow grind of his hips, was obscene. You could feel it—inside him—pressing against the hot, twitching walls of your pussy from the other side before it even touched you.

  Then it did.

  It pressed into the ring of your cervix with thick, throbbing intent, and your entire body seized. You cried out, legs trembling as you were forced open from the inside, the egg pushing where nothing else had ever dared. It didn’t slip in—it stretched—slow and brutal, edging deeper with every throb of his cock.

  “Easy, Love, easy.” Taishiro cooed, holding you tighter, voice thick with restraint. “You’re doing so good; just a little more. Let it pass.”

  Your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a broken moan. The pressure was maddening. It burned, it pulsed and every inch it sank into you felt like it would split you in half—but still, your body gave. Your cervix, wrapped around his cock, finally stretched around the girth of the egg, and then it slid through—popped through—nestling impossibly deep in your womb with a wet thump.

  You sobbed.

  “I know, I know…” He whispered, smoothing a large hand over the curve of your belly, now slightly distended. “She’s in. First one’s in. You’re taking me so well.”

  You couldn’t speak anymore. You were too busy panting, sweat dripping down your temple, body twitching with aftershocks and the overwhelming sensation of being invaded. Of being filled in a way you’d never imagined—though you barely had time to try and focus on that; already able to feel the second egg shifting forward.

  “Next one’s coming.” He uttered softly, nuzzling into your cheek. “You feel her? How heavy she is? Just breathe like that again for me, okay?”

  You whimpered, barely able to brace as the pressure returned—more intense this time, now that your walls were tender and your womb already full. The second egg dragged hard within his cock as it moved, slow and steady, pressing forward with a wet slickness that made your whole-body clench.

  The moment it reached your entrance; your breath left you. The stretch was sharper now, too raw, too real, and your nails dug into the thick coil beside your hip as you moaned through gritted teeth.

  “She’s coming through…” Taishiro groaned out; his voice breaking. “That’s it, just…just let her in. Let me give you everything.”

  You swore you could hear it—the lewd wet squelch of your pussy forced to accommodate his girth and the egg moving behind it; your cervix stretching again; slower this time, aching. It felt like an eternity before the second egg popped inside with a sickeningly sweet heaviness.

  You choked on your breath, tears leaking down your cheeks uncontrollably; the impossibility of Taishiro filling you with his eggs nearly too much for you to bear.

  “Two down.” He praised, licking the salt from your skin. “Four more. You’re taking all of them, aren’t you?”

  You could only moan in answer, legs limp, belly twitching under the heavy weight of being bred so thoroughly. His knots throbbed harder inside you now, holding you in place; pulsing with the effort of pushing life into you.

  Then, after barely a few seconds to try and regain your composure—you felt the third one begin its descent.

[court-jobi]

My Hero Academia | Masterlist

Requests are open if there's a character or scenario you'd like to see; don't be a stranger! Getting back into my writing groove and welcome any ideas~ I'm partial to the heroes solely out of familarity, but open to other characters as well, just listed some of my personal faves below..

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Katsuki Bakugou

Backpack Privileges - biker!reader Tuning Out, Tuning In - biker!reader Look Up, Darlin' - biker!reader You're It For Me - biker!reader Meal Prep | 18+ - biker!reader Unsee - biker!reader For Your Eyes Only | 18+ - biker!reader * WIP: biker!reader ask... - biker!reader Do It Scared * Uncanny Resemblance * HC: Phantom Spasms

Izuku Midoriya

Let's Heal Each Other When Asking Feels Right Reheat HC: Reheat Origins * Tagalong | 18+ish Runner's High | 18+ Alexa, Play... HC: Married!Izuku * HC: Married!Izuku SPICE | 18+ * HC: Phantom Spasms

HC: Clean Sheets (drabble)

Eijiro Kirishima

Settle, Riot HC: Phantom Spasms

Hitoshi Shinsou

HC: Phantom Spasms

Shoto Todoroki

Kissproof Tired Eyes

Tamaki Amajiki

HC: Phantom Spasms

Toshinori Yagi | Allmight

TBD

Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead

How'd You Know (I Needed This) Learn By Doing

Hizashi Yamada | Present Mic

TBD

Keigo Takami | Hawks

Goldeneye Down Flip of a Switch | 18+ The Bet The Bet (Hawks' Version) | 18+ Aquarium Date Who Has the Mic? *

Taishiro Toyomitsu | Fat Gum

TBD