#toyomitsu x reader

[frickingnerd]

fatgum when he's jealous

pairing: taishiro toyomitsu / fatgum x gn!reader

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

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

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

even after drinking some water, that feeling was still there

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

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

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

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

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

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

[faulty-writes]

Hello, fans and or followers. I decided to create part two for my Taishiro Toyomitsu AKA Fat Gum Model AU story. I hope you enjoy it. The first part can be located here.

[ A week after meeting Taishiro, Madam President gives you another order and despite wanting to spend more time with him, you find yourself questioning your feelings again. This only escalates when you find out Keigo plans to meet with Taishiro too. ]

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the subtle hint of cinnamon and pastries accompanied it. Outside the charming little shop, Katz Caffeine Coffee Café, in the heart of Esuha City an arrangement of tables and chairs were aligned in neat rows on the cobblestone surface.

The furniture added a calming atmosphere to the shop as it was crafted from rich, dark wood, and each table was topped with a crisp white tablecloth embroidered with delicate floral patterns that only enhanced the beauty of the nearby cherry blossom trees that swayed gently in the breeze.

Their small pink petals floated through the air which was alive with the gentle melody of birds chirping. Patrons sat comfortably in their seats, enjoying the warm weather and the gentle golden rays of the sun beating down on them as they sipped away at their cups of coffee or tea.

The subtle crunch of them biting into their selected treats and the gentle murmur of conversation made you smile as you took a sip of your coffee and gently placed it back onto the provided saucer. A soft clink sounded, and you propped your elbows on the table, folding your fingers together to rest your chin on top of them.

Across from you sat Taishiro. Unlike the last time you met, he was wearing a casual outfit that consisted of a bright orange shirt with white letters across it. The top left side had an “F” on it, while the bottom right side had a “G.”

In addition, he was wearing a sleek black short-sleeved jacket over the shirt, with his agency’s logo on the right side of it. He was also wearing dark green cargo shorts with black sneakers. His bright blond hair, though somewhat messy, swayed gently in the faint breeze and a few strands gently touched the base of his forehead.

His eyes matched the color of his hair and beamed with happiness as he fixated on you. Granted you were used to people staring at you as it was a normal phenomenon when you were a model and while anyone else would be flattered knowing they were attractive, too many eyes made you feel like a piece of meat being gawked at.

However, unlike you, Taishiro received judgmental glances and you had witnessed them firsthand when the two of you were standing in line earlier and the few stares that were directed your way because you were with him. It’s like they expected you to be with ‘another beautiful person’ not someone of Taishiro’s structure.

It was all so stupid in your opinion. Why did beauty even matter? Taishiro was a model all the same, be it in his own division, and one who sought to make a difference and someone who on top of everything else, had a kind heart.

As cheesy as it sounded, that’s what made him beautiful. Luckily you weren’t going to say any of that out loud and he had already proved he could handle stares, even the hateful kind, although you couldn’t imagine having to deal with it daily.

Of course, this only served as a reminder to you how biased the world was, and how models were seen as Gods or Goddesses when they were just normal people. Flesh and blood like everyone else. Then again, some of them were more deceitful than others.

And deceit was why you had asked Taishiro to meet you at the coffee shop. Despite Madam President having ordered you to, she didn’t necessarily influence your decision, you had wanted to see him again regardless. Of course, you didn’t expect it to be so soon after the party.

‘That party was about a week ago, wasn’t it?’ Well, it didn’t matter. ‘Now that we’re certain Toyomitsu is going to cooperate, The Public Modeling Commission has a date set for the launch of the plus-size modeling division.’ Right…that information was yet public, the only people who knew of it were those working in the modeling industry.

Madam President was planning to use her models and other models that agreed such as Enji Todoroki in a fashion show. Walking in a fashion show was a dream held by most models when they got into the industry, and depending on the company and potential a model had they could make this dream a reality.

Participating in a fashion show required a tremendous amount of practice. You’d have to spend months, maybe even years forming the perfect walk, the ideal strut, the perfect movement on just about any small surface that would utterly prepare you for that runway.

This was because, in addition to the normal stress that came with modeling, the company’s reputation often relied on how well its models performed. If they tripped, misplaced their footing, or fell, it was likely to reflect badly on the company.

In other words, a model’s mistakes are also the company’s mistakes and a sure-fire way to end your modeling career altogether. Of course, as hard as it was to believe, you were once a new model under The Public Modeling Commission and had spent countless useless hours practicing your walking.

Again, that was the reality of the industry. It’d eat you alive, so you had to adapt, grow thicker skin, and do whatever you needed to keep your career alive. These stakes were doubled when you were under the watchful eye of Madam President.

Oh, but let’s not forget one crucial little detail. The fashion show was under false pretenses. It wasn’t just to show off the latest fashion trends, it was to reveal the newly made plus-sized modeling division The Public Modeling Commission would now have.

You couldn’t say if the best or worst part about the upcoming debut was that Taishiro would be the first plus-sized model to walk down the aisle and would be the one to reveal the plus-sized modeling division. You shuddered to think how the audience would react to him, let alone the big news.

Still, if The Public Modeling Commission wanted to keep up with the changing times, it was necessary to begin employing plus-sized models. ‘We’ve organized a schedule for him. Until then, ensure he follows it and teach him what he needs to know.’

The stone-cold look in her eyes never bothered you until that moment, but you knew better than to disobey, so you agreed to follow through with your orders. “I’m mighty glad ya asked me to come here,” Taishiro said with a bright smile.

“After last time, I was worryin’ that I might’ve rubbed ya the wrong way,” he admitted, chuckling nervously and your heart fluttered. However, Madam President’s words echoed in your head, ceasing the smile from coming to your face.

‘And Y/n don’t disappoint me. Personal feelings do not matter in this industry.’ Your chest suddenly felt heavy, and painful, as if someone stabbed you through the heart. ‘Right…I have to follow orders…’ you thought, noticing that Taishiro’s eyebrows were knitted, and a look of concern and care shone in his eyes.

‘But what good is that if you lose out on the chance to...’ You grumbled and glanced away. ‘No, I can’t think about that.’ He leaned over the table, “Are ya alright?” He asked. “Uh,” you panicked, for a short moment, before shaking your head. “Oh, y-yeah I just…have some things on my mind,” you replied, hoping he’d buy that excuse.

“Hm…” his eyelids lowered, and his gaze shifted to the table where your hand rested. “I just…” Around a pretty lil’ thing like you, he wasn’t sure if he could get away with this, but hell…anything is worth a try. He took a breath, despite the butterflies squirming in his stomach.

He lifted his hand from the table, his fingers trembling as he slowly hovered them over your hand. “I was worried about ya,” he said, although his tone was a bit shaky. Regardless, he placed his hand over yours. Slowly, as if not to scare you. “Hm!?” Your eyes widened, his hand was so warm and rather large.

‘He could easily crush a skull if he wanted to,’ you thought. While you wanted to pull your hand away, you instead forced a smile on your face. You needed to get his cooperation again, especially if you were informing him about the schedule Madam President made.

The Public Modeling Commission tended to do things differently than most modeling agencies. “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about I jus-” you paused when you noticed his eyebrows slanting and a hint of anger flash in his eyes. ‘That’s surprising,’ you thought before glancing away.

He wasn’t actually angry with you, but just like last time, he noticed you were faking happiness. That smile of yours wasn’t genuine, and yet again, he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly made you put up such a façade but how could he ask that without insulting you? He tapped his foot against the ground, contemplating.

His gaze remained on you, the fact that you were refusing to look at him now made him a little sad. “Hey,” he said, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. You frowned, knowing you couldn’t ignore him and so you turned your glance back on him.

Once he was sure he had your attention, he tried offering you a smile. “Are ya happy?” You knit your eyebrows in response, what was he trying to get at? Your opposite hand curled into a fist which rested on top of your thigh. ‘Is he referring to the expression I was wearing just now or something else?’

Honestly, in situations like this, one had to be careful just like when modeling. One wrong move and everything could collapse. ‘Maybe it was my smile, was it not perfect?’ you shuddered to think all your years of training were going to waste in a matter of minutes in Taishiro’s presence.

‘Then again, he knows the modeling industry, he must recognize the faces we have to put on sometimes.’ Damn, this was getting complicated. But from the beginning, you were always putting on a façade, and that feeling only increased over the years.

‘But if it weren’t for Madam President’s involvement, I would still be modeling for scumbags that offered me whatever amount of money they deemed appropriate,’ your throat tightened. Still, you knew you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself.

Because of that Madam President saw potential in you, even if the circumstances of her finding you were beyond human reasoning. Still, that beckoned whether you were willing to give it all up one day but that day wasn’t anytime soon.

‘Sorry Toyomitsu, I know you’re an honest guy but…’ you tilted your head, forcing your eyes to soften and your cheeks to relax. ‘I’m not that honest,’ a giggle passed your lips. “Yeah,” you replied, absolutely beaming with a sudden wave of happiness as if the sun had blessed you with the ability to shine as bright as it.

“When I’m with you, I’m the happiest I’ve been,” why those set of words left your mouth wasn’t known to you now. ‘That’s the reaction most models who actually eat and are friendly get. We break the illusion society holds over us. That we’re perfect little porcelain dolls.’

You reached over, placing your opposite hand on top of his. ‘Some of us are lucky enough to be broken porcelain dolls.’ You never really thought of yourself as being broken, if anything you had fixed the parts of you that were. But still, the easiest way to distract someone was to compliment them.

Granted, Taishiro wasn’t conceited, but he was still a human being, and buttering him up had already proven effective. His eyes widened, and his heart skyrocketed, pounding fiercely. Your touch sent tingles through his body and like you predicted, his question was forgotten.

Instead, he was now excited and optimistic that he was getting closer to you. Yeah, maybe it was still silly for a big fella like him to think he could catch the interest of a beautiful person like you, but still, he’d follow the feeling for as long as it carried him.

“But I’d like to discuss business if that’s alright with you.” Mostly you just wanted to get it over with. “Huh?” He blinked and leaned back, looking confused before he chuckled. “I was also figurin’ that’s why ya asked me to meet ya here.”

Although, he couldn’t be that disappointed. Any excuse to spend time with you was worth it. “Well, I did want to see you again,” you replied, he had to know that. Even if he had left you confused about your feelings before you had your priorities straight today or so you hoped.

“But unfortunately, I’m also on Madam President’s orders,” you said, pulling your hand from underneath his. “In fact,” you said while reaching for your phone, “she has some suggestions that might help you better prepare for the upcoming debut.”

Unlocking your phone, you carefully navigated to your files and opened a document. “Madam President, I’m sure you’ve heard, is very particular and has suggested a few things for you to do,” you explained. “Heh,” Taishiro chuckled, “is that right? Well, I’d sure be glad to do what I can to help,” he replied with a smile.

“That’s good to hear, but I’m not sure you’ll entirely like the first suggestion,” you stated, leaning your elbow on the table, and resting your cheek against your hand. “Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Yeah, apparently she wants you to either follow a certain diet,” you resist the urge to gag.

This was yet another example of how stupid the modeling business was. “Or join one of the models under The Public Modeling Commission for required gym sessions,” you stated, shifting your attention from your phone to him. “Sorry, I know it’s kind of stupid.” What would a plus-sized model need to follow a diet or exercise for?

Well besides their health if they choose. Either way, you didn’t judge. In fact, you and Keigo tried to skip most of the assigned exercises or training sessions that Madam President required all her models to go to. “Exercise, huh?” Taishiro said although he didn’t sound all too thrilled.

“Yeah,” you replied with a snicker, “maybe you can even join me for an exercise session.” Of course, you were only joking but you should have known better. The idea of spending more time with you must have fascinated Taishiro because he smiled and leaned over the table again. 

“I’d love to.” You froze, wait…what did he just say? “Um…excuse me?” you asked, giving an awkward chuckle as you waited for him to say he was just kidding. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. “I said I’d love to join ya at the gym,” he stated before patting his stomach.

“Although I’m afraid I can’t go promisin’ I’ll be able to keep up with ya,” he laughed. “But I’d sure be delighted to see what ya can do, and of course to spend more time with ya would be a pleasure.” Seriously what is with this guy!?

“Uh, okay,” you replied, placing your phone on the table. The likelihood that he’d be able to put aside an hour or two for a gym session was unlikely today as you were more than certain that Taishiro had a busy schedule. Not to mention he had three interns to tend to at his agency.

The Public Modeling Commission, however, had a provided gym on site that the models could use at their discretion and you could always schedule a gym session with Taishiro later. ‘Hm, that might work,’ you thought before shrugging. “Alright,” you said, once again trying to put on your best smile.

“I wouldn’t mind that, I’m not sure if you’re aware but The Public Modeling Commission has a gym on-site,” you explained, “although it’s strictly for the models belonging to The Public Modeling Commission, I’m sure you’ll be considered an honorable guest,” you concluded.

“Well,” he chuckled softly, “that would be a downright honor,” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but faintly smile in return. Granted seeing others happy always puts you at ease, it seemed to have a slightly different effect with Taishiro. “Great,” you said, glancing back at your phone.

Your only obligation today was a scheduled photo shoot with Keigo which was good considering that once it was over you would be exhausted. Although you were supposed to report back to Madam President once this was over, you had your suspicions that Keigo would ask you about it during the photo shoot and inform her as well.

In a way, you were happy about that considering you weren’t sure how long the photo shoot would take or if you had the patience for her today. “We can start tomorrow if you’d like, or uh if you’re free.” He nodded. “That sounds lovely, I have a meetin’ with Takami anyway,” your body tensed up and you almost dropped your phone.

“Ah!” Quickly grabbing it, you pinned it against the table with the palm of your hand. “Uh…” you swallowed before looking at Taishiro whose eyes were wide with concern. “Are ya alright?” He asked, and you nodded frantically in response.

“Y-yeah, heh, just surprised,” you said chuckling. “Didn’t know you knew Takami…” you tried to keep a respectful tone, but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but wonder ‘Did Madam President give him the order to do that? Just who is she trying to get closer to Taishiro, me or him!?’

It didn’t sit right with you, and once again you were reminded that in this business, you needed to watch your back but those who were kind enough protected others as well. In that way, it made sense that Keigo wanted to meet with Taishiro, or rather that he was ordered to.

Much to everyone’s disbelief, although he worked directly under Madam President, he had a soft spot for protecting others even if certain orders were unethical or against common morality. That’s why he always put himself on the line and was the first to carry out her orders unless she had someone else in mind, like you.

You didn’t feel sore that Keigo was more favored by Madam President, even if the two of you began your modeling careers around the same time. It was almost funny thinking you had known him since the two of you were little, but that didn’t stop the strange churning in your stomach thinking about his meeting with Taishiro.

“Heh, heh, yeah,” he said, breaking your paranoid thoughts. “Hm?” You looked at him and briefly wondered how he could be so cheerful all the time. “Madam President insisted on meetin’ him and well, I just can’t say no,” he explained.

“Y’all have been kind to me so far.” You nodded, briefly wondering how many other models he had met under The Public Modeling Commission. More than likely he had heard of most of them, and Madam President could be slowly introducing everyone to him to help increase the expectations she wanted of him.

Yeah, that made sense because she was a sneaky bitch that way. “Mmhm,” you replied, trying to mask the frown on your face although you knew that wasn’t wise. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You asked, standing up from your seat suddenly.

Taishiro smiled, although he was a little disappointed that this morning’s pleasant breakfast had to end, he did have an agency to run, and three of the best interns to help. A soft chuckle passed his lips before he grasped the arms of the chair and grunted as he stood up.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I gotta get back to my agency anyway, but it was still a pleasure havin’ breakfast with ya, and I hope to see ya again real soon, ya hear?” A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to prevent it from growing.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat. “Y-yeah, I…I’ll see you later,” you said, somewhat ashamed that you hesitated with your words. You tried to play it off, and quickly swallowed down the rest of your coffee, placing the empty cup back onto the saucer before you swung your bag over your shoulder, and waved him goodbye as you walked away.

However, you couldn’t help but notice the heavy feeling in your chest, almost as if an anchor was attached to your heart, pulling it down to the depths. You slapped the sides of your face. ‘Stop it,’ you reminded yourself, ‘ and focus on the mission or you’ll never hear the end of it from Madam President.’

You lowered your hands and took a deep breath to regain your composure. You stiffened your shoulders, like someone preparing to venture into war. Turning, you lifted your arm and waved Taishiro goodbye again. “See you later!” you called before continuing down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the fast pace of your heart.

Why were you feeling nervous now, and what was this warm sensation coursing through your cheeks? You sighed and threaded your fingers through your hair, hanging your head low. “Urg,” you said, watching your feet step along the sidewalk. “I really need help.”

Frowning, you lowered your hand from your hair and walked to a black car parked on the side of the road. As usual, Untenmaru stepped out and opened the door for you, “Hello, Y/n!” he shouted. Like always he was dressed in a black shirt and white tie, with a vest that hugged his figure and white gloves covering his hands.

“Hi,” you half-heartedly greeted before climbing into the car. Your lackluster reaction made him raise an eyebrow, and while he was tempted to ask what was wrong, he shut the door and shook his head. You had requested him to escort you to breakfast with Taishiro, the same fella you were worrying about before.

But from what he knew, the collaboration was agreed upon and a fashion show was in the works. Then again, he also recalled from your last conversation that you were worried about your career and the success the collaboration would bring or so he assumed.

“Young people and their problems!” He huffed before walking to the driver’s side. The engine roared to life as he pressed the button located near the steering wheel and a soft clicking echoed as he engaged the turn signal. He adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of you slumped in the backseat.

He knit his eyebrows, noticing your frown and clenched jaw. Not to mention your eyes appeared dull, filled with a distant look. Just what the hell happened? He grumbled before checking the sideview mirror and pulling into the street.

Propping your elbow against the inside of the door, you cradled your cheek in the palm of your hand and sighed as you looked out the window. That frown was still evident on your lips and the source was the unfamiliar, light, and bubbly feeling that lingered in your chest yet you also felt angry and the source of this anger was Taishiro.

‘What is it about him that…’ You grit your teeth, and sigh again, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe it was because he was sweet, and kind like an innocent child even when he knew the horrors of the modeling industry. Hell, the modeling industry initially destroyed his career when he was younger.

‘After a while though, fame, and fortune don’t mean much if people only come to ya ‘cause you’re pleasin’ to the eye.’ Those were his exact words. He got so sick of being popular and desired by his fans and admirers because of his physical appearance that he turned to food as an escape.

Even after he was publically shamed because of his weight gain, lost most of the said fans and admirers, and was effectively roasted by every social media app, site, and news channel possible he still rose above the challenges of the modeling world.

He dared to show the world that plus-sized models were just as, if not more beautiful and successful than average-sized models. Of course, this might be why The Public Modeling Commission was interested in him as they only had one other model that was truly unique.

Although people continued to disrespect Taishiro because of his size which still pissed you off. You growled softly and placed your hands in your lap. ‘How can he still see the bright side to this career after all that?’ Your fingers curled inward, and you felt the pressure of your nails digging into the palms of your hands.

You recalled the way he looked at you, with such happiness and it only raised the question of, ‘How can he see me in such light?’ If he knew about your past, that would change in a hurry. Of course, you always refused to answer questions about family when doing interviews and only a few models you worked closely with knew why.

Then again, it was more likely that he’d find out you were only acting in a certain way with him to gain his favor because of Madam President’s orders first. Then after that, he’d resent you. If you were being honest, that wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

You grunted, and leaned over, threading your fingers through your hair. ‘Damn it, why am I thinking so much!?’ This never happened before! Your frustration must have been evident because “What’s going on back there!?” Untenmaru exclaimed, making your head snap up in shock.

You blinked and your lips were parted as you stared at him. Dumbfounded wasn’t the ideal look for a model. He slanted his eyebrows, letting his gaze linger on you for a few seconds before shifting his eyes to the road.

He tightened his fingers around the steering wheel and pulled the corner of his lip up, snarling. “You’ve been frowning and sulking since your meeting with Toyomitsu!” Your heart fluttered at the sound of his name and once again, your cheeks rose in temperature.

Your hand pressed against your chest. ‘What the hell is this feeling even?’ you wondered, and even if you knew the answer, you shook your head and tried to come up with another explanation. “I…I just…” He scoffed, “What happened between you two, huh!?” he demanded.

“N-nothin-” you tried to lie, but your façade wasn’t going to trick Untenmaru who snapped back, “Don’t say nothing when it’s clear on your face!” He huffed, “You kids really can’t admit when you’re feeling down, huh?” Your eyes widened, and a lightning bolt-like sensation coursed through your body.

Your heart felt like it was being weighed down by the sensation of burning hate, no…was it hate? You knitted your eyebrows and glanced at your lap. Your fingers dug into the front of your shirt, and the hand resting on your thigh curled into a fist.

Despite your throat tightening, you parted your lips and before you could register your words, you snapped, “I’m not feeling down!” Your eyes widened again, and you clasped your hand over your mouth. You could only imagine the look on Untenmaru’s face and swallowed thickly before lowering your hand.

“I…I mean…” you inhaled, letting out a long sigh. What were you even feeling? “I just…” you clenched your jaw; Taishiro didn’t make you feel down. Maybe…conflicted. He was a nice guy, but you had your orders, and you knew better than to disobey them.

But were your personal feelings getting in the way and was that acceptable? Were you willing to let those feelings ruin the success you had clawed your way out of hell for? You closed your eyes, knowing that getting your thoughts jumbled up wasn’t ideal. “Just what?” He replied as you let out another breath.

Your stomach churned, and the strange sensation of butterflies lightly fluttered as you looked at Untenmaru. Your lips pressed out into a thin line and your eyebrows slanted. “What…” you could hardly believe you were going to ask this, but he had given you wise advise before.

“What would you do if…if you had to choose between your career and your f-feelings?” Your question surprised him because he wasn’t expecting that to come from you. Then again since meeting Taishiro, something was off about you. Maybe you didn’t realize it yet, but even he could see something was brewing.

His eyes shifted to you again, taking note of your almost desperate and confused expression, like a child contemplating their first crush. His glance shifted back to the road, and to the large building coming up. He needed to do this quickly.

“You kids really only care about success, don’t you?” He asked, his voice somewhat cold and it caught your attention. “Huh?” You replied, raising your eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You demanded, crossing your arms.

“Everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do, you can’t possibly understand what it means to-” he slammed on the brake, making you grunt, and frantically press your hand against the back of the passenger seat to prevent yourself from completely falling off onto the floor.

Once you regained your composure, you growled and lifted your head, glaring at him. “What the hell!?” You screamed, your face twisting with a snarl, although he was unaffected by this and narrowed his eyes as he stared at your reflection in the rearview mirror.

“There’s more to life than success!” he shouted; his voice eerily echoed in the confines of the car. Your face softened, and you raised your eyebrows, in shock at his words. He sighed, and quickly turned the steering wheel, guiding the car to the side of the road where he shifted it into park.

Then he turned, looking at you and finding some amusement in your strange expression. Sometimes all it took for him to get through to someone was to dose them with a shot of reality. It was an effective method, especially for the younger folk like certain hot-headed blonde modeling interns who worked under Enji’s agency.

Though he didn’t know exactly what your problem was, he knew enough to assume that it related to Taishiro and how you felt about him versus your career. He had always known you to be level-headed. Yet there was a hint of defiance, like Keigo you tended to break the rules or bend them to your liking.

Yet, since meeting Taishiro, a certain light shined in your eye that wasn’t there before. Then again, he could be completely wrong. Either way, he was going to say what he wanted to and what he assumed you needed to hear.

“Feelings are a part of our existence, and go beyond careers,” he stated. “Guess that might not matter to a kid like you. Your career is all about you and appearances, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened, and a strange absence filled your heart.

Your lip quivered, and you sank your teeth into it before pulling it into your mouth. That heavy feeling in your chest slowly turned to anger. Maybe he has a point. Modeling was all about one’s appearance. But…you never thought beauty necessarily mattered.

A growl rumbled in your throat as you lowered your head and your hands curled into fists. ‘That’s right…’ you thought, ‘Taishiro is a model all the same. He’s someone so different that it’s beautiful.’ You weren’t sure if you could say the same about yourself, maybe being deceitful made you ugly.

Regardless you weren’t going to be labeled as something you weren’t. “T-that’s not true,” you said, anger clear in your tone despite your stutter. He lifted his head, and his eyebrow raised as if he were skeptical of your response.

You noticed his expression and swallowed, attempting to force yourself to continue speaking. “I…never thought beauty mattered,” you replied. “Is that right?” He narrowed his eyes at you, “Then why are you acting this way after you see Toyomitsu?”

His question made your heart race, but the last thing you needed was for him to know how much the question affected you. You hoped your demeanor remained unchanged as you said, “He’s…made a difference, and above everything else, he has a kind heart.”

Your fingers dig into the soft texture of the car seat. “No matter what happens to him, he just…keeps smiling,” you pressed your teeth together, a certain coldness in your eyes as you kept looking at Untenmaru. “So…that’s your opinion on him?” He asked, his head tilting to one side.

Your eyes widened, ‘Shit.’ You pressed two fingers to your mouth, ‘I didn’t completely think that through when I said it.’ But it didn’t make it any less true. You grumbled and lowered your fingers, again shifting your attention to Untenmaru. The silence between the two of you was suffocating.

Your lips trembled and didn’t respond when you tried parting them. Instead, you nodded and shifted uncomfortably. “Then embrace your emotions,” he replied. ‘Embrace my…’ like a puppy dog being given instructions, you tilted your head to the side. “Uh…what?” you asked, only to receive silence in response.

The soft melody of birds echoed among the gentle snapping of the car door when Untenmaru waved you goodbye. “Uh, heh…” you looked at him from over your shoulder, returning the gesture half-heartedly before turning to the large building in front of you.

It stood tall among the trees, and its glass panels reflected the sun. Large revolving doors made up the entrance, and the columns enhanced the sense of sophistication that was associated with the modeling industry. On the very top of the building was a sign that read ‘Public Modeling Co.’

As one can imagine, The Public Modeling Commission was wealthy, and as such they had buildings scattered around Japan, and each building had a certain purpose. This building was used for summer or spring photo shoots and was located just on the outskirts of the city to prevent any trouble from the media or paparazzi.

It was a little ridiculous, in your opinion, but you supposed those who had all the power in the world could do as they pleased. You looked over your shoulder again when you heard the car pull away from the sidewalk. A frown painted your features as you turned back to the building.

‘Your emotions guide you to your connections.’ Your gaze shifted to the ground and traced the cracks in the pavement. ‘If you focus on that more than your career, you’ll feel true fulfillment.’ You latched onto your lip. Why were you even thinking about his words?

What did he know about feelings? About how it was so difficult to not fall under their spell, lest you ruin your career or anger a certain woman who could ruin your life with the mere snap of her fingers if she so pleased? The image of Taishiro came to your mind, and a soft hitch of breath escaped you.

Your tense shoulders suddenly dropped, and your heart pounded in your chest like the moment after a scare. You grumbled and curled your fingers into the front of your shirt. ‘What is going on?’ You swallowed heavily and shook your head.

“Maybe I…” you lifted your hand, threading it through your hair. “I just need to focus on work…” you concluded before once again looking at the building. “Yup...okay,” you said, as though you were giving yourself a pep talk. This was the only thing you needed to do today and after, you could do whatever you pleased.

As the sudden burst of light fades, you blink your eyes rapidly. Although after years of modeling, this was something you were used to. The room was bathed in a soft glowing light, heightening the already bright hues of the summer pool photo shoot you had agreed to partake in with Keigo.

There’s a slight hint of excitement in the air, but you didn’t share such enthusiasm. Rather you were only interested in gathering more information from Keigo who was currently wearing his famous smirk. His chest was bare, revealing his sculpted physique and his unruly, feather-like hair had a windswept style.

In addition, he was wearing a pair of black swim trunks, with golden patterns along the sides. “Alright, set up for the next shot!” The photographer shouted. Typically, in the modeling industry, one wasn’t afraid to show their body or to get up, close, and personal with another model.

You supposed it helped having known Keigo for years, but something made you a little uneasy when you stood in front of him. He smiled and leaned over, whispering “Hey there,” into your ear. You knew he was just teasing you, and unlike most, you didn’t squeal in happiness when in his presence.

Rather you rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the growing knots in your stomach. However, when his fingertips grazed along your sides, you recoiled slightly. “Hm?” He paused, lifting his eyebrow with a suspicious glint in his eye.

While you could sense the growing tension in the air, you tried to ignore it. “Come on, get into position!” The photographer exclaimed, growing more impatient by the second. Keigo looked at him, his eyes holding a cold expression before his fingers grazed your sides again.

Unlike before, you didn’t tremble at his touch and so he continued. Allowing his left hand to slide along your left hip, and his other gently took hold of your right hand. However, he paused when he heard your breath hitch and yet again, raised his eyebrow.

The two of you had done countless photo shoots before, and he could only conclude that something was wrong. He leaned to the side, gazing at your face. Your eyes were wide, your lips pressed out into a thin line, and your stare fixated on his hand which continued to cradle yours.

“Y/n?” he asked, hoping that you would respond. Instead, the photographer shouted, “I said hurry up and get into position!” making Keigo turn his head. “Yeah, hold on a second,” he replied, waving them off before refocusing his attention on you.

However, it appeared you were still fixated on his hand. “Hm,” he hummed to himself and noticed the distant look in your eye. It was like you were remembering something, but what? What could you possibly be thinking about when you held his hand?

He moved closer to you. “Hey,” he said, his voice deep and slightly raised. You remained unresponsive. He tightened his grip on your hand and tugged it forward while exclaiming, “Y/N!” He felt some satisfaction when you jumped and looked at him in shock.

A few seconds passed before you blinked, and your eyebrows slanted. “What was that for?” You demanded, stomping your foot against the floor. “So, I have your attention now, eh?” He replied, his tone slightly higher and it was clear he was teasing you again.

“H-have my attention, what are you-” Your graze shifted to your conjoined hands, and you snarled. ‘Damn it,’ a small feeling of embarrassment washed over you, and your cheeks felt the slightest bit warm and painted the skin of your face a light pink.

Your throat tightened when you realized that holding Keigo’s hand brought the memory of Taishiro placing his hand over yours just a few hours ago. Your lips pressed together, and you clenched your jaw. ‘But why…’ you thought, your gaze now shifting toward the floor. ‘Why am I thinking about him?’ It made no sense.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. ‘Your emotions guide you to your connections.’ You frowned and exhaled. Your gaze focused on Keigo before shifting the photographer impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. “Mm…” you latched onto your lip.

‘If my emotions are guiding me to my connections then…’ you turned back to Keigo. ‘Does that mean I want Taishiro to be part of those connections?’ It was hard to say, but you couldn’t worry about it now. ‘Right…focus on work.’ Once again you forced yourself to smile.

Only this time, you felt a subtle pain almost as if your skin was getting tired of being shaped and molded into that common façade you put on. Despite this, you gave an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, I was lost there for a moment,” you half lied, “let’s continue.”

You sighed and pulled the edges of the bathrobe closer to your chest, happy to be covering the awkward bathing suit you were required to wear for the photo shoot. You turned around a corner, eager to head to your dressing room and change into some real clothes.

There were various photos framed on the walls that made up the short hallway. Most of them were of older models who have since retired, like Toshinori Yagi, others depicted models when they first started out their careers, yet one made you stop in your tracks.

Your eyes widened and a shiver coursed down your spine. You pressed your lips together, glancing over your shoulder. The distant sound of chatter and the metallic clinks of equipment being moved were heard, but nobody appeared to be following you.

You turned your head back to the wall, and the large photograph that depicted two smiling children. Butterflies began to form in your stomach the closer you stepped toward it and the children’s faces came into focus. Apart from the smiles, a church was behind them.

Its white coloring made it stand out among the various hues of confetti that floated through the air as if some sort of celebration was taking place. The lighting in the photo was slightly off but added to the overall happy atmosphere that one got when looking at it.

The young boy in the photo had ash blond hair and his eyes were closed. He was wearing a black suit and tie and was holding onto the other child who was cradling a bouquet of flowers and had white ribbons in their hair.

Your heart raced as the memory came flooding back to you, and despite your shaky hand, you gently brushed your fingertips over your younger self. ‘This was one of the first photo shoots I did after Madam President took me under her wing.’ You glanced at the younger face of Keigo.

This was also around the time you first met him, and although there were moments you couldn’t stand him, even back then, he seemed to be considerate of your feelings much like he was today. A gasp came when a hand pressed over yours, causing you to jump.

“Something on your mind there?” A familiar voice said, and you growled. That feeling of nostalgia and wonder was replaced by annoyance when you turned to Keigo. His golden eyes seemed to be looking straight through to your soul and unlike you, he didn’t feel the need to put a bathrobe on, not that you cared.

Despite attempting to jerk your hand away, he applied just enough force to keep it pressed against the oversized photo. Then, he turned his head, taking in the younger faces of the two of you. A soft inhale of breath came before a light chuckle filled the air.

“This was shortly after we met, yeah?” he asked, ignoring your glare. “To think all of that would lead up to this,” he said, although you caught the subtle sadness in his tone and knitted your eyebrows. “Yeah well, speaking of...” you replied, extending one of your legs and forcefully pulling your hand back.

Keigo read your movements and stepped away with exceptional speed, allowing his hands to hang by his sides. “Why did she assign you to have a meeting with Toyomitsu?” the question left your lips before you could stop yourself and the feeling of regret came seconds later.

Pressing your fingers to your lips, you closed your eyes briefly. Why the hell did you go and say that? You certainly weren’t possessive of Taishiro; you hardly knew the guy. But that didn’t change that Madam President ordered you to get closer to him first, and you had done that.

You had also gotten him to agree to contribute to the collaboration and launch of the plus-size modeling division. The latest order from Madam President was for you to convince him to partake in the recommended exercise routine and you had done that too.

So, did you feel superseded? Why would he have a meeting with Keigo? Why would she even order Keigo to speak to him when you already had him hook, line, and sinker? You grumbled, and curled your fingers inward, feeling the slight tickle of your nails pressing against your palms.

You exhaled and stepped closer to Keigo who was surprisingly quiet. Locking eyes with him, you asked, “What is she planning to have you do to him?” One reason you were happy you had gotten assigned to gain Taishiro’s favor was that you weren’t looking to hurt or harm him.

Granted that would be the initial ending to your story with him or so you assumed. While you knew Keigo wouldn’t attempt to harm him either, the question remained as to why Madam President hadn’t entrusted you to be the one to teach Taishiro the ropes?

He blinked in response, and for a moment, you wondered if you had stumped him. But his laughter indicated you had not, and he stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Aw,” he said, leaning closer, “are you jealous?” You growled, and grabbed his hand, throwing it off your shoulder.

“Okay fine,” you said, turning your back to him. If he wasn’t going to give you a clear answer then, “I’ll figure it out on my own,” you replied and resumed walking down the hallway. Keigo shook his head before tapping his chin. He would have told you, but the answer was obvious.

He was ordered by Madam President to meet with Taishiro, and whether you liked it or not wasn’t going to change that. Although his meeting was only going to involve giving details about what to expect on the day of the debut, maybe organizing a meet and greet with the other models. It didn’t matter.

And as you’d come to find out, he’d be acting supervisor to Taishiro to ensure he was completely ready on the day of the big debut. “Mm…” there was still something bothering him, and it was the same feeling he had gotten the night you first met Taishiro.

If his intuition was correct, he hoped you’d have the strength to handle the consequences. “Hey!” A loud and feminine voice shouted, and seconds later he felt a hand grab his shoulder. “What’s up?! Haven’t seen ya in a while!” He turned, seeing the bright and slightly intimidating face of Rumi Usagiyama.

She was the 5th most popular model in Japan, and like Enji Todoroki, had her own agency but worked with The Public Modeling Commission on a contract basis. It was easy to see why she was so popular in the modeling business given her tan skin and memorizing red eyes with long eyelashes.

Her hair was the color of freshly fallen snow, and she had a slender but well-defined body. However, there was something that set her apart from the other models. This was because she had a prosthetic left forearm and right leg which made her a famous worldwide icon for the amputee population.

It was almost frightening to know that she had lost her limbs during a violent raid that broke out during a fashion show runway a few years back. It was even more frightening to know that it was planned by a group of criminals who had something against The Public Modeling Commission.

Since then, there have been more security measures taken and extra members of the police force were required to attend such events. Still, it made him wonder what would occur on the day of the plus-sized modeling debut. But there was no use worrying over something that had yet to happen.

“Good to see you too, Rumi,” he greeted cheerfully. “Heh,” she smirked and lowered her hand to her side. “Heard ya finally got that big boy on your side for the new modeling division,” she commented. “Yeah, well Y/n was the one that convinced him,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, pretty face convinced him, huh?” She replied, chuckling. “They always did have that kind of talent,” she commented before looking back and forth. “Where are they anyway?” He gestured toward the hallway with his head, “Just finished a photo shoot together, and they hurried back to their dressing room,” he explained.

“Ah,” she shrugged before turning around. “Maybe I’ll talk to them next time,” she smiled, “I just wanna know more about that big boy, heard he was pretty famous a few years ago!” She chuckled and waved Keigo goodbye.

“See ya later!” She exclaimed, and he nodded in reply. “Yeah, see you later,” he replied, giving her a half-hearted smile before looking toward the hallway. He took a step forward, intending to go to your dressing room and make sure you were okay.

However, a subtle vibration made him halt and he looked down, sighing softly. Reaching into the pocket of his swimming trunks, he pulled out his phone. He didn’t bother to see who was calling because it was obvious, at least to him.

“Hey,” he answered, his tone lackluster. “Yeah, mmhm. We just finished the photo shoot,” he slipped his opposite hand into his pocket and glanced down the hallway one more time before walking away. He could always catch up with you later, the two of you were never too far apart from each other anyway.

“Don’t worry, everything’s going according to plan,” he said, passing by several photographers and props that were being used to set up the next photo session. “There was no trouble at all,” He stated, pushing open the front doors before stepping outside.

He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings despite Madam President’s voice echoing in his ear. “Yeah, understood. Bye,” he said before hanging up. Sometimes she was a little too much, you’d think after all his years of dedicated service she’d learn to trust him.

Yeah, yeah, maybe he did things a little differently but the assignments she gave him were always completed. Still, he knew he needed to make sure everything went smoothly with Taishiro tomorrow before he handed him off to you.

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Cooked My Way To Your Heart |Part 2|

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Part 1 | Part 3 

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x f! Reader

Warning: Fluff | Eventual Smut | Violence | Angst | Love Triangle

Word Count: 3888

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I updated this. Sorry, I had lost the motivation to write for anime at the moment. I also cringe at my old stuff. I wrote it when I was a teen so I feel like I have go through all of it and edit stuff. 

It was a surprise to Y/n that she had missed Taishiro. It had been two weeks since she last talked to him in person. Y/n found herself missing him, she enjoyed his company to say the least. He radiated so much energy, he made her feel safe. But they would text often which was still better than nothing. 

The bell on the door had rang as she was making meals for some of the locals. She heard shuffling and gasps, followed by a small whine and a light laughter. The voices sounded a bit familiar. “Welcome! Take a seat and I’ll be right with you.” She said not looking up from making the meals. 

Finally done, she took a deep breath, her energy was running out. She was short on staff today, she was now considering getting more older staff. Most of her staff were teens or college students. Which meant less work hours, not that she minded but on days like these she wished she had workers who could work during school hours. It was a very hectic day to say the least. The customers told her not to worry and to slow down but she couldn’t help but want to get to them fast. 

She finally was able to get to the customers that just came in. She looked up and her eyes widened, “Tai-” She cut herself off. “Uh I mean, Fat Gum, what are you doing here?” Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up. 

Taishiro smiled at her surprise, “Just thought I’d stop by and refill my energy with some of the best food in the area.”

“Well I’m glad you came by, I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m here too.” Tamaki glared at his sister who was lost in a trance with the BMI Hero. 

Y/n shook her head as she turned to Tamaki she ruffled his hair as he groaned from the action, “Of course I know you’re here. Your hero outfit makes you stick out like a sore thumb. Anyways, were you hungry for my food? Or did you need to get some energy too?”

Tamaki pulled down his hood from her comment, “No I’m fine. Fat Gum said he was hungry. He said he was going to take me to a good restaurant, I just didn’t think it was this one. By the time we got here it was too late for me to run away.” Y/n giggled at his response and shook her head.

Seeing her smile made him admire her and her hard work. Even with the way she looked exhausted. Hearing her laugh pulled on his heart strings just a bit, he could get used to hearing her laugh. 

“Sorry Sun Eater, but I couldn't resist coming here. How could I not when the amazing cook is so beautiful.” The hero still looked down at her even when he was sitting. Y/n smiled at his remark as her brother groaned in protest.

“Well you just came in time. My quirk is at its limit so it would be enough with just both of your meals.” As she began to make Tamaki’s food she could feel herself getting dizzy. After moving onto Taishiro’s dish and finishing, she felt drained. As she sat down next to Fat Gum she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It made her feel comfortable and safe. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. The fat that he had stored up was soft and cushiony. Y/n felt like she was laying on a pillow. And being as exhausted as she was once her head hit his arm she had fallen right asleep. 

Once Taishiro felt her head hit his arm he looked down at her and began to blush. He was going to move her but Tamaki stopped him. “If you move her now she’ll throw a fit. Just leave her.” 

Tamaki had remembered the times he had tried to wake her up when she would fall asleep on the couch while watching tv. She basically threw a small tantrum because he didn’t let her continue to sleep. Fat Gum nodded his head, he was still blushing, his face felt warm, his whole body felt warm. He enjoyed the feeling and eating her food made it even better. 

One thing that Fat Gum should have remembered would be to never show themselves involved with anyone. Heroes never know who's watched. And this was one of those cases. The heroes hadn’t noticed it yet but there was a man watching them as he sat in the corner, he went unnoticed. He had stumbled upon her restaurant by accident when he noticed Y/n through the window. He even made his way into the restaurant to see if she would notice him. He had felt himself getting riled up remembering how she looked passed him. 

But how could she remember him when it was so long ago. He changed, his voice was deeper, he grew taller. He was nothing like how he was before. But seeing her attention focused on someone other than him made him upset. It made him want to have all of her undivided attention on him and only him. 

 His thoughts were now beginning to be the start of something that no one would have expected to happen. It wouldn’t be something that anyone could have prevented even if someone tried. It was inevitable. If he didn’t do anything then maybe he’d lose her completely this time. He wasn’t going to let this happen, not again, he couldn’t lose her again. Not this time, not when he just found her. 

Y/n had just gotten back from school, as she was walking towards her room she heard crying coming from her brothers room. The twelve year old walked into her little brother's room. Looking down at the 4 year old she walked up to his bed. Hearing her footsteps he opened his eyes and looked up at her with his little indigo eyes. There were small tear stains going down his cheek. 

“Hi” Tamaki scrunched up his nose while he sniffed

“Hey Tama, how are you feeling?” Y/n patted his head. 

“Bad” Tamaki was holding back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of his big sister. 

Y/n smiled at him and crouched, she had an idea to make him feel a bit better. “I’m gonna go to the store real quick, want me to get you something really cool?” 

Tamaki nodded and saw her grab a small jar he had on his bed side. She looked back at him, “Try to stop crying so that you can be really excited when I get back okay?” 

Leaving the house Y/n started to look first in her mothers garden. Not finding anything there she left the front gate to look in the streets. She had been searching for a while and found nothing but she decided to go look at the park. Getting to the park she looked all around and found nothing but just when she was about to give up luck was on her side. 

She saw a yellow butterfly just sitting still on the grass, leaving her jar on the ground. She went up to it cupping her hands to capture it. But right as she got closer the butterfly flew away, she followed it until hands were in her field of vision. 

She saw a boy, looking up at him. She noticed his eyes were a very beautiful color, she had never seen a color like them before. She could feel her face start to heat up. The boy looked at her then at the jar. Motioning for her to get the jar, she brought it to him. She closed the top of the jar as she wondered how he was able to put it in without it flying away. As soon as she was done she looked at him, she could still feel her face being warm. She wasn’t sure if it was from the sun or him.

After being bashful she managed to speak up, “Thank you.” 

The boy nodded and walked away.

Every day after school since then Y/n would always go to the park to look for the mysterious boy. She had gone for weeks, she wouldn’t stop till she could talk to him. Sitting on the swing she began to look around. That was when she saw him across the street. She got up quickly and began to run to him before she lost sight of him. 

“Hey! Hey wait up!” She shouted at him. Hearing her voice he turned around to see who was calling him. 

Now standing in front of him, she got a better look at his face. It was different from the last time, he had a cut on his lip and a black eye. She didn’t know what to think or say but she could see the hurt in his eyes. Without thinking she hugged him, he wanted to push her off of him but it was the first time he had felt this type of affection from a stranger. 

“I’m sorry for hugging you.” 

“I-it’s okay.” Clearly it was as he hugged her back. 

“I’m Y/n.” 

“I’m ---.” 

From then on they had became friends. They would begin to hang out for a year. Within that year Y/n began to notice the marks on his body got worse and how he began to hate physical contact. Yet he still let her hug and grab his hand a lot, he felt like it was fine if she did it. 

The sun had begun to set while the two were still in the park. They had gotten tired and laid down in the grass looking up at the sky that had now turned pink and purple. 

“Hey ---, do you think we’ll always be able to do this? Like hang out more.” Y/n turned her head to look at him as he still watched the cloud go by. 

“I hope so. Maybe we can even grow old together too.” He gave her a rare smile that she had never seen before. He had smiled at her before but there was something different about this. She couldn’t help the heat that ran across her face.

“---! Get over here now!” Just as the calm of the moment came it quickly disappeared. The smile on his face fell, there was that same hurt in his eyes when he first met her but it was mixed in with fear. 

Y/n looked up and saw a man and woman walking towards them angrily. 

“So this is where you've been. I always knew your sorry ass was doing something. Get up, we’re leaving.” The woman yelled at him. But he didn’t do what he was told, her patience grew thin. 

“I said get up!” She came over to him and grabbed his arm roughly, he was clearly in pain. 

Getting up Y/n grabbed his hand and tightly held it, “Stop you’re hurting him!” 

The man made his way to Y/n he pulled her hand away from the boy's, but she wouldn’t stop trying to reach his hand again. That’s when the man had enough and pushed her to the ground and it unfortunately caused her to hit her head. She groaned from the pain, putting her hand to the back of her head she felt something warm, looking at her hand it was now covered in blood. 

“Y/n!” The boy yelled, the built up anger activated his quirk without him knowing. His hand went to the woman’s hand, and as soon as he touched it, she vanished, blood began to spill everywhere. 

Y/n eyes opened wide, she couldn’t process what had happened. Her vision began to get foggy, she was going in and out of consciousness. 

The boy looked at the blood on his hands and hives began to form. While he was distracted the man came up behind him, knocking him out. Lifting him up on his shoulders the man began to walk away, Y/n tried to get up but fell back down. She stretched out her hand, tears falling from her eyes. 

“---” she lightly said. 

“---” 

“Kai!” As soon as she woke up she sat up, her hands going to her face as she felt tears pouring down her face. 

The normally loud restaurant had now gone quiet. Looking over at Taishiro and Tamaki she could see the horror on their faces. And unknown to her, her old friend was a wanted man that the two happened to be chasing. To her it didn’t make sense, Tamaki was too young to remember her old friend, and Taishiro hadn’t been in her life then. 

 There was one person who was even more surprised, the man himself. She remembered him, he couldn't believe it, there was hope. But seeing that hero try and comfort him upset him. 

In a blind rage he stormed out of the restaurant. This didn’t go unnoticed, Y/n looked in his direction but was unable to see his face due to a mask. She turned her attention back to Taishiro when he got a call. 

“Alright, we’ll be right there.” He looked at Tamaki then back at Y/n. 

He was worried, he hoped that the Kai she named wasn’t Overhaul. And if it was he didn’t understand why or how she knew him. It upset him, it made his heart hurt to think that she would know someone like Overhaul. He very much wanted to push away the thought and think it was a different Kai. 

He watched the way she was fidgeting while slept on him, it made his hand clench. “Be careful Y/n. Let’s go Sun Eater.” His mood shifted, it was of determination and anger. The possibility that she knew Overhaul was big but it still made him want to catch Overhaul before something bad happened, not just to others but to Y/n as well. 

Tamaki nodded and said goodbye to his sister. He quickly left with Taishiro. After the two left all the other customers did too. Looking at the time Y/n noticed it was time to close, sighing she got up and started to clean up. She was almost done washing all of the dishes when she heard the bell ring. 

“Sorry we’re closed.” she shouted from the kitchen. 

It was silent. She grew nervous, maybe it was her imagination. But then she heard footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

She grabbed the closet knife she could find, looking at the doorway she saw a shadow figure walking through the doorway. A man with familiar hair color and eyes, she couldn’t pinpoint it until he removed his mask. He smiled at her, a smile she hadn't seen since that day that they were lying on the grass together. 

Y/n felt her eyes begin to water as she dropped the knife. She had moved closer to him. Her hands went to his face, his eyes closed as she lightly touched his cheek to make sure he was real. He pressed his cheek against her warm hand and gave it a light kiss. As his eyes opened his gaze on her softened. 

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a while.” 

As her tears continued to run she smiled at him. She had laughed lightly in disbelief, her hands still on his face, “It really has been. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again.” 

Kai had taken off his gloves as he raised his hand to her cheek while the other was resting on her lower back. “I know. After what happened it was hell not being able to see you. But I’m here now so let me take care of you.”

Y/n could feel her face heat up just a bit. She hadn’t expected him to say that. How could she not feel something bubble in her at something like that, he was her first love. 

“Thank you for the offer Kai but I’m an adult now. You don’t need to take care of me. Come on, let's sit down, I’ll make your favorite.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the front. Just as they got to the front of the store the doorbell rang. Hearing the bell Kai lifted up his mask. 

Taishiro came in his skinny form, “Hey Y/n! The villain is gone. I came to walk you ho-“ He was shocked to see who was standing next to her. “Y/n get away from him.” Taishiro clenched his jaw seeing the villain. 

Looking at Taishiro and then back at Kai, Y/n was confused at what was going on. Seeing Taishiro caused Kai to tsked. “Guess I’ll have to see you later. I’ll come back for you.” Kai kissed Y/n on the cheek before glaring at Taishiro as he made his way to the back exit. 

Taishiro wanted to chase after him so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, there was a time for that and it was coming near. All he could do was make sure Y/n was okay, he wished he could do more. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Looking up at him she was confused, she could feel his hands shaking against her shoulders. 

“Taishiro? Are you okay?” Y/n didn’t understand why it was such a big deal and why Taishiro was so upset about Kai. 

Taishiro looked down at her, his eyes were serious as they looked directly at her’s. She had never seen this look on him before, it scared her. Taishiro regretted the serious look he had on, but it was for her own safety, she needed to know how dangerous Overhaul was. 

“Y/n” He paused for a moment trying to figure out how he could tell her. “That man is a villain named Overhaul. I don’t know how you know him but you can’t be around him. He’s dangerous.” 

Her eyes widened just a bit but her smile came back on. She playfully scoffed “Yeah right Taishiro. That’s a good joke. No need to get jealous.” 

Taishiro wished he was joking, but from the looks of it it seemed like they were close. Even if she was teasing he was jealous. Overhaul kissed her as if they were more than childhood friends. But he knew he couldn’t show those that right now. 

“I wish I was joking with you Y/n. But what I’m telling you is true. He’s killed and tortured people. If he loses control he could hurt you.” 

Kai losing control brought back memories of the day he killed his own mother. Y/n looked down, she didn’t know what to think, her mind raced as she thought to herself ‘Would he really hurt me? No, he isn’t like that. He was never like that.’ 

Looking up at Taishiro, she spoke, “You’re wrong! He wouldn’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me, he never has and never will.” 

He moved his hands to her cheek as he wiped her tears. She was shocked she was crying, she hadn’t even felt them. It was the second time he saw her cry, he didn’t like it one bit. It put a small hole in his heart, he knew he shouldn’t think about it but he wished that she cried for him instead of a criminal. 

“I’m sorry Y/n.” He moved his hands away again, leaning down he pulled her in for a hug. 

“He wouldn’t hurt me right?” She slowly put her arms around his body and held him tightly as she cried. 

It had been weeks since Y/n last saw Kai. For a week she had felt empty. It was to be expected, how else would anyone react when they find out their first love was a criminal. She didn’t have much of a smile when she went back to work. She didn’t really know how to feel. 

But as the day got late she found herself walking back home. As she opened her front gate she noticed a familiar tall figure in front of her door. They were mumbling something quietly as they were fidgeting with what they were holding. Once she got closer she noticed the blond hair on the figure. 

“Taishiro? Is that you?”

The tall beautiful man turned around with a blush on his face. He quickly hid the flowers behind his back. “Oh hey. I didn't know you’d be back so early.” 

“Taishiro, it’s eight nineteen. If anything I should have been home sooner.” She smiled at him. As she made her way towards him she tried to look at what he had behind him. 

“What’s that?” She put a hand on his arm as she looked behind him. She froze for a second, he was holding her favorite flowers. 

“Tai, are these for me?” Her face heated up as she looked up at him. Looking down at her he lightly turned away with his face still pink. 

‘Did she just call me Tai? Did she give me a nickname? And she’s flustered, well shit, she isn’t making this easy.’ The blushing blond thought to himself. 

“Yeah, I hope you like them.” He stuttered and removed the flowers from behind his back. 

“How did you know that these were my favorite?” She smiles at the flowers before leaning to smell them. 

Taishiro thought back to how he got the information. 

The Hero went on his knees and grabbed the boy's hands. “Please Sun Eater tell me what her favorite flowers are!” 

Tamaki gave Taishiro a disgusted look. “Fat Gum people are looking, please stop making a scene.” 

“That’s why I did it! I’ll stop once you tell me what they are!” 

Tamaki groaned and gave in. 

“Oh, just you know by instinct. I saw them and thought of you.” He was mentally sweating, he didn’t want her to know he begged her little brother for that information. 

“Well thank you. They’re really pretty.” She smiled up at him, seeing him this way made her forget about what happened the past week. 

“Yeah! Just like you! Actually you’re prettier than the flowers I take that back.” He started to ramble on and Y/n found it adorable. 

Before she could say something he spoke in a serious tone. “Y/n I’m sorry for what happened when I last saw you. I should have said it better, but seeing you with him made me upset. But it also made me realize that I do in fact like you. And I don’t want to lose to a villain, so please let me take you out on a real date” He said a bit louder than his normal voice. 

After all that's happened she couldn’t refuse him. Her was this man, willing to treat her right. Someone who was respectable, who wouldn’t hurt others. She decided that maybe this was good for her. She smiled at him, “Alright. Let’s go on a date.”

Even if Kai was her first love it didn’t mean that she couldn’t grow feelings for another. 

[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??

[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

[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.

[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.

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

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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

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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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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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[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."