#taishiro thoughts

[faededaway]

ᴛᴀɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ, FATGUM BNHA (ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ!) ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. [18+ ɴꜱꜰᴛ] [ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ɢᴇɴ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ]

It only takes one small incident to realize how fragile life really is.

Well, in hindsight, that wasn't a small incident. A short incident, yes. Maybe a 5 second thing. But stabbing someone's artery doesn't take that long and that's a fatal incident.

You'd been at a random house party that night. It'd been really late. Around 3AM or so. People were doing random things to entertain themselves. Someone suggested a competition of strength. A puts B in a headlock and B tries to free themselves.

It sounded fun. Everyone spread out in a circle, leaving room in the middle.

For the first few pairs, it was fun. You remember losing your breath from laughing at one guy's attempt to tickle their opponent to make them give up.

But when you recall your turn, your shoulders tense up and a shiver crawls up your spine.

Your opponent towered over you, your face coming up to his chest; his arm had been bigger than your face. You passed out on it quicker than you could call for help. Thankfully, it wasn't a drinking party. Many people were sober enough to rush over to your aid. It had taken four people to pull him off of you. Apparently, the big guy had had too many shots. He didn't mean to use so much strength and he didn't know you'd be so weak.

When you came to, you'd yelled in a panic; scared of anyone touching you. You'd been given space until you calmed down enough to recognize your friend (who then took you home). Even in your room, you'd been shaking in your bed. The trauma kept you up even after your friend had fallen asleep by your feet. You decided to never let this happen again.

Once the sun rose, you'd gone to your local gym and signed up for self defense classes. You didn't look too hard at any details. You were too shaken to care. The only thing that mattered to you was the need to be able to defend yourself from above mentioned situations. (Well, you looked hard at the billing details but skimmed over every thing else).

And now, 2 month later, you're here.

“We've gone over quite a lot the last few weeks. Today, I want to test your understanding of it. We will perform some example scenarios and you will try to defend yourself. Okay?”

Taishiro, your instructor, says to you as he lays out the safety mats.

It's been nice so far. Every lesson has made your shoulders less tense. You sleep better and flinch less. There's also another thing that Taishiro has helped you with.

He is huge. Huge like, 'probably hauls lumber for fun' or 'is a strong man competitor'. He is bigger than the guy who choked you; but he laughs after he sneezes because it tickles his nose and carries a We Bare Bears flask. Taishiro helped you remember that not all big guys were douchy or scary.

When he doesn't hear you reply he explains, “I use the word perform because I want you to remember I am only acting. And Itsuka is on standby. She will rush over any time you feel uncomfortable. Okay?”

You shake out all the little distractions in your head and look over to Itsuka who waves at you from her bench. You look back to Taishiro and give him the go.

Today, he's doing short one-on-one sessions with every student in class to provide catered lessons. It's not your first time doing this.

The introductory class had been similar. But seeing how similar he looked to your perpetrator made you freeze in fear. Itsuka had to step in to comfort you. He hadn't attempted anything after that. He knew there was a more pressing issue that needed attention. So he spent 20 minutes of every following class talking to you to make you more comfortable around him.

You're more than comfortable with doing this with him now.

“I walk up to you an' grab your wrist. What do you do?” he narrates as he performs. You think it's to put you at ease. You look up at him and smile. Easy.

“I raise the arm he grabbed to my face, palm side up, and grab his wrist and twist it away from me using the strength of my hips." You narrate and perform as he did.

He moves before you wearing a satisfied smile, "yes! Just remember the perpetrator won't always be male."

You can't help but grimace at his comment. He's right.

And so you continue this way for the next 15 minutes. He gives you feedback when you are unable to do some of the maneuvers and you repeat it until you get it right.

After a while, he changes the pace. "Let's try some maneuvers we haven't practiced yet. I want you to try to use the same principles and see if you can figure out what to do."

He stands behind you once again. but unlike before, he doesn't narrate anything.

"So what-"

Before you can complete your sentence, you find yourself laying on your stomach, your face pressed to the mat. Panic rushes through your body but subsides when you hear him speak, "the biggest challenge of self defense classes is to make you understand how the maneuvers work. I won't attempt anything else. Talk to me and think on how you could escape."

You take a minute to regain your breath. You try to think about your current position. Your hands lay on your side. His body isn't touching yours in any way. He is holding himself above you with his arms. In this situation, "I think I should turn on my side so I can use both my hands. Maybe I can crawl away from under you?"

"Let's try it. I won't change my position, so you can work this out." True to his words, he holds still while you try to free your arms.

When trying to lift yourself up to turn to your side, your back grazes against his torso. Even through your layers of clothes you feel his firmness. Steeling your thoughts, you focus on crawling out from under him.

"You've done so well," your face flushes when you hear his praise. You shake it off, just nerves.

He sits up and helps you do the same. Passing a towel over to you, he asks, "how are we doin'? How's your comfort level? Are we okay to continue?"

This new exercise wasn't too bad. It made you think about how real life situations would be much more unexpected. No real perpetrator would follow a script or pull 5 of the 'basic self-defense moves'. You needed to know more. You tell him as such. Eager to learn more.

"Okay, we'll enact a similar situation again. You'll lay on your stomach and the perpetrator will cage you again. This time I'll be closer to you so you have less space to work with. Okay?"

Determination fills your face as you get into position, "okay. I can do this."

A second later, you feel his warmth on your back. You feel your face heat up again; this time, the heat travels down to your stomach. You hear his voice right in your ear, "so, what can we do now? There isn't as much space as before. You may have to push me away to be able to free your arms."

His words come to you slowly. The alluring tone not matching the words being spoken. You shake your head and take deep breaths. Doing so makes him move away from you, "or we can stop here. We have done quiet a lot."

You nod. Maybe he's right.

"I'd suggest a warm shower. There should be a few empty stalls for you to use," he says as he stands up and holds a hand out to help you up again.

Warmth from his hand runs up your arm and you have to resist the urge to rub it. "Wh-, what are you doing now," you try to distract yourself by making conversation.

This tone of your question makes him pause before replying, "oh I have another student coming in 30 minutes. Gonna wipe down the mat and get ready for them."

"Oh! Let me help you," you attempt to bend over to roll the mats but he interrupts you.

"Don't worry. It's part of my routine. Helps me prepare," he smiles before waving you off.

You smile back and stumble over your feet on your way to the stalls.

Taishiro has been a self defence instructor for years now. Students often have some unintentional reactions to being very close to someone. It's natural. He's learnt to accept this. He knows how to deal with such situations.

Similarly, sometimes, he can't help how his body reacts to certain student's reactions.

He didn't lie to you when he said he has to prep for the next student. He does! He just didn't mention that the student arrives in 2 hours and 30 minutes.

He waits for Itsuka to take her leave before walking into the gym locker. He needs a cold shower.

You've grown wonderfully under his tutelage. He was worried you'd be too scared to continue his lessons. He wanted to refer you to a different instructor. But with Itsuka's help, you came around. He's glad you stuck around.

He has a soft corner for you. People are scared of him often. You have a solid reason to be scared, but to him it looks like you are trying your hardest to move past that fear. You want to be comfortable with him.

With every passing day, he grows more attached to you. Wanting you. Watching you more carefully. Maybe, being a little lenient with your late arrivals.

He can't help it. He doesn't want to upset you. He loves seeing your eyebrows wrinkle when you smile from ear to ear after learning a new move. He loves seeing your tensions fade away slowly. He definitely loved watching you bend over to-

Ah, darn. He needs the shower bad.

When he walks into the locker room, he hears a shower running.

He'd forgot he'd sent you in here.

Well, a stall further away should do.

He makes his way over to the end of the room but the sound of things scattering in your stall stop him.

He freezes. He holds his breath to try to hear you pick up your things or to hear you make some noise of acknowledgement.

When he hears nothing of that sort, he inches closer to where you are. He stops when he's close enough to put his head on the door.

He almost asks you if you're okay but sucks back his breath when he hears you.

He hears soft, frustrated cries that almost sound like sobs. Your breathing is erratic, frantic.

His knuckles tap on the door before he realizes, “darling-”

That same moment, he hears a high pitched moan from the other side. He immediately realises what the previous noises were and changes his question more befitting to his current inquiry.

“-if you need a hand, I'd love to lend you mine.”

Your breath hitches. He hears you still.

This moment, you being heard by the person that caused the predicament you're trying to take care of and then offering to help you, is something you would have never imagined.

Many questions come to your mind. But the most pressing one was, could you pass up this chance? Your hands move before you can weigh your options. You let him in.

He moves in without a second's delay. The space so crammed, his hands immediately cage you to the wall. His stomach touches your bare one. His eyes gleam as they catch the sight before him.

He looks at you once again, “thank you for letting me in. Believe it or not, I need your help too."

You reach out to touch him, He still has his clothes on but you can feel his hardness. An elusive moan escapes you, making him moan too.

"Darling, you sound so sweet," he looks into your eyes when he asks, "I want to touch you. Show me where I can touch you."

"Everywhere." And you mean it.

Feeling his body in your hands makes you crave his touch on yours. His big hands come down to your waist, still shying away from somewhere more intimate. You take his hand and pull him closer to you.

"Oh, darling, I want to kiss your skin,"

You hurry to get his clothes off of him, wanting to be closer to him, but your hands stop at his waistband. His hands cup yours, “go on, darling. Take 'em off. See for yourself what you do to me.”

A moment later, his thick cock springs free. And you choke on a moan.

He's thick, yes, but oh god. His thick cock is heavy and curls a little inwards. His tip is blush pink, his heavy balls have curtains that match his drapes.

Your hands palm his soft bush, he seems to like you doing that because, “oh, darling, love your hands on me.”

His hands move, too. His thick fingers glide across your skin, squeezing every bit of softness he felt.

Both of you are here, in this situation, without much thought. Yes, you're here because you need each other. But, how far will you go, here, in this gym stall?

“I said I'd lend a hand so, let me continue what you were doing, alright? Let me use my hands to please you.” Thankfully, he thinks the same thing you do.

You nod your head, “can I do the same for you?”

He shows you his billion watt smile and touches your forehead with his, “please do.”

You wrap your hand around his girth, the warmth of him bleeding into your hand. His hands reach for your warmth.

The two of you moan at first contact, soft giggles following the shared pleasures.

“Guide me how you need me, 'aight? I wanna be good to you.” A hand of his cups your face when he speaks to you, you feel his earnestness through his touch.

You nod wanting to say the same to him, a hand of yours running over his chest and his stomach.

He hums in approval, you hum too.

He ruts into your hand when you slow your pace and squeeze him tighter. You rut into his hands when he does the same to you.

You look into each other's eyes, glances stolen towards the other's lips. He leans in when you do, first kiss turns into three, four, and more.

You dance in sync until the sound of the water running fades into the background and the heat of your bodies keep you from feelings its cool.

Your come together, moaning into the kiss. His lips pull away from yours to better hear the sweet sounds that first lulled him in. Too caught up in consuming your ecstasy, he can't stop himself from cumming on your stomach. His cock throbs as it releases on your skin, some of it reaching up to your chest.

“Oh, shoot, darling, I'm sorry. Made a mess on you like this.” His apology is said through grunts and panting breaths, but you hear his slight shame. You giggle and shake your head at his comment.

Only difference with your mess is that his hand is big enough to contain it all in his palm. “Maybe you can give me a hand to do what I ought to be doing in here before, you know.”

His grin is wider than yours when he says, “lend me a hand too.”

With a finger you lift some of cum off of your chest and being it to your lips, “Mmm, of course I will.”

You're lucky Taishiro is a man with a strong will and an adult's libido. He chuckles at your display and shakes his head, “help me clean up so we can do this the proper way. I take you home, feed you a meal, and then we talk on how far this lending hand business goes.”

[END]

[heyitzbud]

Thinking about fatgum rn.

Yeah youve seen pictures of what he looks like in his weaker form but youve never seen it in person before. He looks so different. Cheekbones out, hollowed. Abs prominent.

Thinking of fretting and worrying over him. You know hell be fine, just needs to build that up again but still. Youve never seen him like this and if you can do something to help goddammit youre doing it.

Want to bake him brownies and cookies and the best dinner i can offer to try to help him bulk up again.

[epickiya722]

The time Miruko met Fat Gum but just ignored him because her instincts were telling her a fight was happening somewhere.

[your-local-anime-simp]

Me at 1AM realizing I’ll never hug or cuddle fatgum (god this is torture! But the FG stuffie kinda helps 🥲)

[bluebellhairpin]

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[mamayan]

Just thoughts I need to let out or I’ll die

NSFW ⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

Okay but Taishiro… ＿|￣|○ …♡ ♡ ♡

Hear me out please!

Your sweet pro hero comes home after a long hard day of catching bad guys, being used as a human shield, dealin’ with sharp little gremlins Eijirio *cough* Tetsutetsu that are all fired up to fight the bad guys but end up getting themselves beat up.

FatGum is tired. He’s hungry. He’s a little deflated and in need of some serious lovin’… that’s where you come in.

As he walks through the front door, having long gone over his usual hour of returning home, you see the state he’s in. He tries to put on that sweet smile but he’s fooling no one.

You’re starting the recharge process immediately.

Food is already still warm and ready to be plated for him to eat. You’re ushering him to his special seat (since he’s broken many chairs in search of this one which holds him perfectly). Giving him the generous portions he loves. He’s 10% right now.

Then you’re running him a bath, throwing in the epsom salt, setting the humidifier and essential oils to his favorite setting and scent. He’s hitting about 25%.

Then while he’s bathing, you enter, surprising the hero in his gigantic custom tub. You’re only wearing a small towel as you pad over the tiles to him, sitting on a stool to help reach and wash his hair!♡ He’s being given the best scalp massage, your fingers working magic down to his neck and even his jaw where he hadn’t noticed he’d been tense. Those hero grins will do that. Your sweet hero is rising to about 40%. He finally feels clean and more relaxed already.

You’d washed the bedding today anyway, so Tai is just so happy to slip into a clean warm bed as you dry his hair. You’re both in PJs, a good amount of snacks in arms reach as the Tv plays Tai’s favorite crime fighting investigation show (come at me, he’d definitely be a nerd for something like Criminal Minds). Your man is pushing around 60% now.

That’s when you move his snacks out of the way to straddle him. Right over his cock still safely tucked in his sweats. He’d be a bit surprised but happy to support your hips to keep you stead on top of him. He’d quickly grow hard underneath you as you whisper praises and love to him, all while dragging your hands down his torso and to his draw string. “I’m so proud of you gummy, my hero being so wonderful and amazing, I just want to spoil you ♡” “You’ve been working so hard Tai, I haven’t had any chance to love on you recently.” “Let me make you feel good.” He’ll be flushed and heavy lidded if you say the last line. His heavy cock pressed to you as you grind down on him. 70% here, he’s awake now.

Pull his pants down and reveal his thick veiny cock. His precum already dotting the reddened tip. He’ll visibly shiver when you wrap both hands around him and give a few gentle squeezes and pumps. “Fuck, look at ya suga’, fuck, so good…” he can’t help it when he moans long and loud as you wrap your lips around the head and suck. He’ll accidentally buck up a little too, sinking into your wet hot mouth and nearly losing his mind right there. Even though his dick is well above the average, you’ve perfected the best method to take him without feeling overwhelmed. Relaxing your jaw, you take a little more of him, before dropping one hand to his balls.

He really does lose it now. He’s super sensitive there, and your hands and mouth drive him straight into an orgasm.

You’re struggling to swallow, the enormous amount of cum spilling out your mouth and down to your chest while Tai watches the erotic display and trying to catch his breath. He’s a bit drained physically from the intense orgasm, but overall he’s at 99% now in terms of mood.

He’s dragging you into his arms and up his chest, dragging your bottoms off in favor of letting you straddle his face.

Then he’s devouring you. He’s licking all over, and inside, and leaving you a whiny shaking mess as he consumes his favorite dessert. When you’ve sufficiently soaked his face and chest with your cum, he’ll finally take you both into the bathroom to get cleaned up again… except this time it seems to be you getting pampered.

The BMI hero is now at 100%

[koushirouizumi]

Title: REPEAT? Chapter Title: Chosen Type: Fanfic (/Ficlets) Chapters: 36/?? Fandom: Digimon Adventure (Franchise) Canon Point{s}: Adventure~02 through to some certain post-02 Canon Point{s}, it varies by timeline! {The main one, however, might be mid-Tri, pre-BNM’s exact ending} (Other future/later timelines+AUs may still include BNM’s ending; as this series was originally written before Bokura no Mirai aired!) Rating: {M/M} R18+ (Ch. 2, some implied elsewhere), PG-13(+) (overall) Characters/Pairing: Koushiro x Taichi {KouTai}/[Taishiro{u}], this chapter: some very special characters!! ! (and implied side pairings as mentioned previously) Verse(s): post-Repeat verse [my fic verse] {Note: AMVs Route depicts parallel timelines, invoving both canon!Taishiro and AU!Taishiro{s}, told in AMV form!} Notes: Advised to read the “main” portion of the initial fic first, as this chapter’s ending basically spoils most of the story (up to about Ch./Part 22!) Warnings: (for initial chapters) mentions of / implied character death, injuries, etc. (it gets better??) (for this part: [just] humor!? for once +fluff!...) Word Count: 415 (on AO3) Summary:  "It's, uh, nice to meet you?" “You didn't tell me”--!! “... Actually, we're”----- READ: AO3 Chapter Title: Encountered Type: Fanfic (/Ficlets) Chapters: 37/?? Fandom: Digimon Adventure (Franchise) Canon Point{s}: Adventure~02 through to some certain post-02 Canon Point{s}, it varies by timeline! {The main one, however, might be mid-Tri, pre-BNM’s exact ending} (*Note: This part was written about 24 days after BNM aired!) Rating: {M/M} R18+ (Ch. 2, some implied elsewhere), PG-13(+) (overall) Characters/Pairing: Koushiro x Taichi {KouTai}/[Taishiro{u}] Verse(s): post-Repeat verse [my fic verse] Notes: Advised to read the “main” portion of the initial fic first, as this basically spoils [part] of the story (up to about Ch./Part 22!) Warnings: (for initial chapters) mentions of / implied character death, injuries, etc. (it gets better??) / this chapter: mostly safe (?) [until. the end maybe], but also some angst Word Count: 801 (on AO3) Summary: Standing there -- a strangely -- impassioned? -- look on his face -- ... He sucks in a breath. " . . . Hey . " The figure notices him, standing there. Uncurls his crossed arms and bent legs, standing straighter -- -- Gives a strained smile. " . . . Koushiro. " ( " Why does the world expect him to-- " ) "I'm sure..." " ... that somewhere " ---- against the wide orange sunset [or was it dark blue? both?] sky, ″ I ’ m  g l a d ” READ: AO3

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @pluviacuratio ⟭

"I don't know if it's just the vodka, but you look so cute in this lighting." For Tai! :3

He was in the middle of a drink himself, head tilted back and the bottle nearly emptied of its contents until her shameless compliment had him choking and forcefully returning frothy, half-swallowed beer. For a minute, all he could do was turn his head away and cough while embarrassment painted his round cheeks red.

Taishiro couldn't bring himself to blame her, even if she was the one to take him by surprise.

The fault lay with himself for being less than suave, though the many drinks he had already gone through may have been partially to blame. He was by no means drunk, not in the same way that she seemed to be headed, but there was the most pleasant humming throughout his body that made his bashful blushing reach from his head to his toes.

"C—Cute?" He tried to clear away the crack in his voice with another cough, but was sure after the fact that it only brought more of her attention around to him. Knowing her eyes were on him, the large hero arched forward and wrapped both hands around his bottle. His fingers drummed, nervous and quick.

One shoulder rose in a halfhearted shrug. "Ah, c'mon. Really, if anyone around here is the actual definition of cute, it's you. Don't matter what kind'a lights we got goin' on or what you're doin', you're just constantly bein' adorable."

A large finger pointed towards her drink, while a crooked smile lifted upwards at his lips.

"But while we're bein' all honest, we might have t'make that your last one. Don't want ya gettin' too carried away and windin' up with a killer hangover."

[depravitycentral]

Just a quick passing thought, but I think it's so interesting to know what different yanderes do right in the moment of their orgasm - do they freeze up? Do their hips keep plunging against yours, the movements strained and uneven? Or maybe they reach out and squeeze, needing something to ground themselves with while they whimper and gasp out your name over and over again?

Thinking about yanderes who freeze up and just stare as their orgasm washes over them. The ones who let out this choked gasp as they see white blurs in the edges of their vision, every muscle in their body going taut and freezing up and their jaw dropping wide open because fuck. You just feel too good and they can't help but stare down at your pretty body - naked and sweating and trembling all for them them them, your eyes glassy and wide and spit smeared across your lips from where they'd been kissing you. (More like eating you, really, with the vigor and amount of tongue, but it was passionate and sweet and only a little bit one-sided, so that's still kissing, right?) They're scared to move as their cock throbs and pulses inside of you, the feeling of your tight, warm walls making their head spin and honest to god tears well up in the corner of their eyes from the sensation of you.

You're just too much - if they were to move and feel friction against their oversensitive cock they'd let out this pathetic little whine, a sound that makes them flush bright red and avoid eye contact with you because it's just all so embarrassing and needy. So instead, they hover over you, abs clenching and balls noticeably pulsing against the curve of your ass as they feel each and every spurt of cum push into you, the sensation leaving them breathless and burying their face into your neck, little mantras and chants of your name filling your ears. Please come for me, please please please please - they tell you as the last few drops ooze out of them and directly into you.

Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tsutomu Goshiki, Tooru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya, Tomura Shigaraki, Taishiro Toyomitsu, Kurapika Kurta, Knuckle Bine, Giyuu Tomioka, Gyutaro

Thinking of men who lose control of their hips as their orgasm hits them. As soon as the rushed, husky groan of 'm coming, take it, fuck take it slips out of them, the rest of it is a blur. They aren't in control of themselves - their hips move on their own, following some carnal, natural instinct to fuck into you deeper, harder, longer until he's absolutely spent. He's physically crushing you, his hips pounding into you so hard that you're moved further and further up the bed (or the floor, if they couldn't quite make it there), your body merely dead weight. It stems from this urge to fuck their cum into you as deeply as they can, an instinct to claim and mark and breed you overclouding their mind.

There's no moment of rest with them, even after they've given you everything they have - their hips still twitch, pushing forward ever so slightly and making them hiss in pain-twinged pleasure, the oversensitivity and the gooey, warm feeling of their cum coating your walls making them bare their teeth and practically glare at you. You just feel too good - they're an animal around you, truly, and it's only after they're spent that they'll swallow heavily, licking their lips and letting themselves really look at you. To see the way you're panting, how your eyes are all wide, to feel the stinging against their back where you've clawed at them. The afterglow makes them giddy, and even if they don't show it, you'll feel it - the way they slowly grow hard inside of you again is difficult to ignore, after all.

Hajime Iwaizumi, Aran Ojiro, Daichi Sawamura, Yuu Nishinoya, Keishin Ukai, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Akaza, Phinks Magcub, Uvogin, Hisoka Marrow, Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Kai Chisaki

Thinking of men who have to reach out and grab something to ground themselves with as their high approaches. It feels like a tidal wave, like there's something warm and big and hot building up in their navel, the sensation making their toes curl and their eyes cross and their muscles spasm and a hand reach out blindly, feeling, squeezing, groping - It's their tether to Earth as the wave crashes and breaks, ropes of cum shooting from their swollen, sensitive tip, something vaguely resembling your name falling from their lips as they pant into your mouth. It's the only thing keeping them aware of their surroundings, of you, as the pleasure overwhelms them.

And they're not especially picky about where they're grabbing onto for support, either - anything that's fatty and nearby will do. Your thigh, your hips, your stomach, your breast, your arm, hell, even your neck will do. Thick fingers wrap around the flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave light, finger-shaped bruises on your skin, their muscles still twitching against you as they groan and grunt, hips occasionally bucking into yours but losing momentum. You can actually feel how their orgasm and your cunt are affecting them this way - the way they grasp onto you even tighter when you accidentally clench down on them, the hiss they let out through clenched teeth seeming to make that spurt shoot into you even harder. And their hand doesn't always stay idle, either - they're actively moving it around as their orgasm continues on, switching from your chest to your hip to your cheek and back against to settle heavily against your nipple, burying their face between your tits as they groan and pathetically hump at you. And while they'll feel a bit guilty for the marks the next day, they can't hide the tent forming in their pants or the way they have to clear their throat to avoid telling you that they needs to leave more.

Nobunaga Hazama, Shalnark, Leorio Paradinight, Tetsurou Kuroo, Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Lev Haiba, Gyomei Himejima, Douma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Toshinori Yagi, Spinner

[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

[faededaway]

Oh no the Fatgum fandom is kinda small on Tumblr!!! I scrolled for like 5 mins and came up to my post from march!!! 😔😔

I GOTTA START MAKING MORE STUFF FOR FUTURE MEE

[heyitzbud]

Want to be fatgums assistant with the biggest crush on him. Supposed to talk to him all the time, coordinate events, tell him whats going on but its so hard to focus on anything other than his smile.

Hes used to you asking him to repeat himself now 😅

Sees the way you look at him. Knows but cant tell if its infatuation with the hero or him.

[epickiya722]

Okay, ChubbyBunny (Fatgum/Miruko) on a date and just cross paths with Rappa again. They both faced the guy before, so... their reactions...

[mintmatcha]

talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her

cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse

He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."

He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.

You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.

"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"

It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."

"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.

"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."

You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."

"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."

"You're the best."

A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-

A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.

"You're bruised too."

You start at that.

"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."

Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-

"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"

"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"

You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.

"I'm not hungry."

You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."

He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--

His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.

"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."

[bluebellhairpin]

Okay which of your blorbos would do an interpretative dance to say the night at your house and who would just straight up leave?