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Ford keeps a picture of you in one of his coat pockets ALWAYS. Even when he was in other dimensions it was always with him. (He lined the pocket with steel so it couldn't get destroyed. He didn't want to forget what you look like.) When he came back he was OBSESSED with taking pictures of you/drawing pictures of you.

Stan keeps one of you in his wallet, he shows it off all the time. It's a terrible picture of you that he took with a polaroid camera when you first woke up one morning, Mabel has a copy of it in one of her scrapbooks. He also keeps pictures of you and the rest of the family throughout the house/gift shop. They're so cutie patootie.

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stanley pines

grunkle gilf brain rot is going crazy rn guys. pls enjoy

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TO MAKE A FATHER

he’s been gone for months, and the only thing that got you through was the thought of him coming home and putting a baby in you

tags: nsfw, smut, birthday sex, breeding kink, vaginal sex & fingering, praise kink, pet names, established relationship, soft dom Stan but he’s losing his mind so it turns into rough sex, mating press, post sailing Stan, pussy drunk, father’s day got a little too literal, ovulation mentioned, pregnancy kink... i guess... idk...

comments or reblogs are highly appreciated, ty!

it was Stan’s birthday. and he was supposed to come back from sea only in a week, but god, you already missed him so fucking bad you felt feral with it. he’d been away for three months, just three, not a year like the last time, because Ford had promised this expedition wouldn’t be long. they needed to retrieve one last thing, map one last trench, and then they'd be home. a short voyage. no big deal. thank fucking god for that. because when Stan left for nearly a whole year last time, you honestly thought you might die of sheer fucking loneliness.

it was summer now. Mabel and Dipper were due back next week, just in time for the full Pines family reunion. the party was already planned, you just had to wait. one more week. that’s what you kept telling yourself, just one more week.

but even then, you couldn’t. everything inside you was missing him too much.

the postcards he’d been sending weren’t enough anymore, not when you couldn’t hug him, kiss him, bury your face in that stupid oversized chest.

and worse was that your period had ended, so you checked your ovulation tracker this morning, and like clockwork, your hormones were in open revolt. your body was aching, flushed and need-starved, and you hadn’t even touched yourself these past few days, because nothing, not your fingers, not some pathetic silicone toy, could replace that bastard’s cock.

his mouth, the filthy shit he always moaned right into your ear when he had you trembling under him.

and you were starving for it. for him.

too tired to be awake and too restless to sleep. the sheets felt too cold in places, too hot in others, and your body refused to listen, so you gave up and padded barefoot into the kitchen.

mug cake, maybe? you didn’t even know what your hands were doing. chocolate powder, milk. . . the smell was soft, but your brain was far, far away.

wait. was that. . . you froze, looking toward the window. was that really. . .?

no. it couldn’t be.

but you knew the sound of that beat-up car like the back of your hand.

your heart slammed stupidly in your chest and you barely made it to the front door before it opened, and there he stood, there he fucking stood.

Stanley.

still as tall and as broad-shouldered as ever.

his duffel slung over one shoulder, a soldier returning from war. his boots were caked with old salt and dirt, looking like he’d come straight from the docks to you. his red beanie sat over that growing-back mullet. and fuck, he still had that smile. that stupid fucking smile.

“what. . . but you weren’t supposed to be back for another seven days, Stanley! what the fuck. . .” you stammered, half-laughing, in utter disbelief. “what the hell is this— some birthday prank?”

Stan dropped the duffel to the floor with a meaty thud and was on you in two strides flat, arms cinching around your waist so fast it knocked the breath out of your lungs. god, you almost forgot what it felt like to be held like this. how his arms didn’t hug so much as claim. how his palms were incapable of staying above your waist for longer than thirty seconds without twitching down like they had a mind of their own, creeping toward the curve of your ass.

“i couldn’t wait,” he mumbled against your neck, already kissing the skin there, scratchy with stubble and breathless from the drive. “i tried. told myself i could stick it out, but c’mon, doll, a week? i nearly jumped ship. told Ford id lose my goddamn mind if i spent another week on that boat without my girl.

“but— wait, where’s Ford? weren’t you two supposed to come back together?”

“we did, we docked one hour ago. Ford said he wanted to jump off early, head to Fiddleford’s place and stay the night. said somethin’ about picking up that weird magnetic equipment thing they were rambling about for the past six months. . . oh, don't look at me like that, sweetie. he’ll be fine. i had more important things to get home to.”

you snorted. “god. nerds.”

“that’s what i said,” Stan chuckled, finally pulling back to look at you, hands still curled heavy around your waist, thumbs grazing over your skin because he couldn’t stop touching you if he tried. “two genius freaks, holed up together for the night. who knows what the hell they’ll get up to. maybe Ford’ll finally confess he’s in love with the guy and they’ll be makin’ out over a microscope.”

you rolled your eyes, heart still hammering. “god, Stan, if you got yourself arrested for speeding just to get laid—“

“wasn’t just for gettin’ laid,” he grinned, and pulled you closer. “missed you like hell, sweet thing. had to see my girl before i lost my mind. swear, if i spent one more night with my brother muttering about magnetic ley lines i was gonna walk off the edge of the damn boat.”

you hated how warm your chest felt. hated how much you loved this stupid, salt-crusted, grinning bastard.

“counted down every day, every minute. told myself i’d wait ‘til the birthday party, make it a surprise, but fuck, this’s better. you’re the only gift i wanted anyway.”

and then, just like that, your feet weren’t on the floor anymore, his hands were already full of you, lifting you into his arms with practiced ease. your reaction kicked in before sense could catch up as your legs wrapped around his hips in one motion.

“what the f— Stan! i’m heavy, put me down—“ you choked out through a half-laugh, face buried into his neck as you held on like the ocean might come crashing through the walls.

“sweetheart,” he groaned, one large hand landing on your ass with a sharp, adoring smack, “ive had safes and debts much heavier than you, so be a good girl and don’t insult yourself.”

you clung tighter, because what else could you do? this strong man always made you feel like gravity was optional. those broad arms, roped with age-earned strength, held you steady as he walked to the bedroom.

Stanley dropped you to the bed but never let go, not really. you fell together, a clumsy landing softened by kisses and clenched thighs. you hadn’t even realized your mouth had found his until you tasted sea salt.

“missed you,” he growled against your lips, voice almost trembling now, body taut with restraint. “missed you so goddamn much. couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you, sweetheart, i need you, i need you right now—“

Stanley hadn’t even bothered to undress all the way, too impatient to take everything off. besides, sex with clothes on had always felt hotter to him, more desperate and fucked-up, something about two people so worked up they couldn’t even get their damn pants off properly.

you heard the sound of his belt unfastening, and already saw his trousers halfway down his hips. you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed how badly his hands were trembling.

“you really missed me, huh?” Stan mumbled into your neck, lowering his lips to your collarbone, leaving scorching kisses against your skin. “fuck, baby, wanna be inside you so so bad.”

what a rhetorical question, you barely had time to think, before he yanked your oversized shirt up, groaning at the sight of your tits, then dove in.

“yeah, Stan, fuck, yes, baby, missed you so bad—“ you gasped, feeling his wet tongue dragging over your nipple as he sucked it deep into his mouth.

it was so unfair, how you were already nearly naked and he was still fully dressed. unfair, unfair, unfair. you wanted to touch him too, wanted to place your palms over his belly, feel the hair on his chest, moan into his warm neck and scratch down his back, knowing how smug he’d walk around later, pausing in front of every mirror just to admire the marks you left him.

your back arched the second you felt his fingers on your clothed clit. Stan was still hungrily mouthing at your tits as if expecting milk to come out, and you twitched when the pad of his finger pressed against your swollen bundle of nerves. god. god. god. that was it. yes, yes, yes. you didn’t dare close your legs, though your whole body begged for it. it was just too much. too good and sensitive. especially after not being fucked for three whole months. when normally you couldn’t even last two days without him.

Stan finally pulled off your nipple, leaving behind a flushed, wet mark. for a second or two, he just stared at you, his girl, all flushed and needy, and then finally, finally, he tore your panties off with such roughness it made your stomach tighten.

you were soaked. not a word left your lips, but words weren’t even needed. Stanley stilled and didn’t dare move, only stared. stared like it was the first time again, as if he’d never seen anything more more beautiful in his life.

“oh holy moses,” his big hands slid under your thighs and spread you open, his sweet baby, the best damn gift he could’ve asked for on his fucking birthday. “you look so fucking good, princess. swear to god, i could die right here.”

his cock twitched visibly against his stomach, but he didn’t even touch himself. “been thinkin’ about this pussy, fuck. . . been dreamin’ about seeing it again,” he muttered, running two thick fingers through your soaked folds, gently spreading them apart. and then, because of course he did, he brought those fingers up to your lips, grinning. “come on, sweetheart.”

honestly, Stanley didn’t know how he didn’t cum right then and there, watching you sluttily suck his fingers in, licking every inch of them while your eyes got glassy from how badly you needed him inside you.

“atta girl. my good fuckin’ girl.” just from those words alone, you nearly whined out loud, and Stan noticed, the bastard, so he said it again, softer this time, “yes? you like it when i call you that? of course you do. such a good girl. my sweet baby.”

and those same wet fingers were between your legs again before you could ask, slowly sliding inside, curving so good that you moaned louder, remembering every god you knew from every religion, thanking them that Ford was still with Fidds and the kids wouldn’t be back for another week.

Stanley left kisses, if they could even be called that, greedy, open-mouthed sucks along your stomach, thighs and the inside of your thighs while he fingered your pussy.

your own fingers tangled into his grown-out mullet, slightly damp at the roots, and you pulled him up, trembling, eyes filled with tears you could barely hold back. “i need you,” you begged. “please. just— fuck, please! need your cock, i can’t— can’t wait anymore.”

in response, Stan leaned over, placing his palm on your thigh, pinning you down against the bed.

“easy, easy, slow down, doll,” he laughed, and if you weren’t so turned on and weak in the knees, you’d have socked him in the jaw right then for being such a tease. “lemme take my fuckin’ time with you. haven’t touched you in three months, m’gonna memorize you again.”

not even a second passed before his fingers started moving. again. slowly stroking, curling deep inside your cunt while his thumb traced slow circles around your throbbing clit, and all you could feel was yourself dripping right down onto the sheets.

it wasn’t even embarrassing to realize you’d nearly come in under two minutes. god, yes yes yes, you wanted to finish all over his fingers, while he massaged your clit just like that. Stanley, please, your brain was practically crying out, just let me have this one, please, and yet—

Stan knew you far too well.

he saw how your body writhed and how your moans morphed into choked gasps, that helpless thing of breathing that only came when you were so close you couldn’t think anymore. he saw how your pussy was sucking his fingers in, refusing to let go, clenching like it wanted to trap him inside forever.

yeah, he thought, smug bastard that he was, my sweet little thing’s about to come.

but wouldn’t it feel better if you came clenching around his cock instead?

and just like that, his fingers slipped out of you, so sudden and cruel, that the lack of sensation made your whole body jolt. left you achingly empty, so empty it brought tears to your eyes.

your head shot up. eyes red, lips parted as you grabbed him by the wrist with shaking fingers. “you asshole,” you sobbed, voice trembling. “fuck you, Stan—“ in your head, you were already planning revenge. next time he begged for a five-minute blowjob in between tours, you’d stop right before he could cum and pull the exact same stunt. let’s see how he fucking likes it.

but of course, Stan just chuckled. “what? i can’t tease my own birthday present a little?” he grinned, clearly pleased with himself, rubbing your thigh as if to soothe the betrayal, while doing absolutely nothing to fix it.

oh. right. his birthday. a date marked in red on the kitchen calendar. the day you’d spent months planning for, and somehow you still forgot, completely lost in the haze of arousal.

and then, it hit you. the second realization. father’s day. it wasn’t a joke. it really did fall on the same goddamn day this year.

you looked up at him with a lazy grin, rolling your hips upward toward where he was palming his cock now, his hand moving with long strokes to draw more blood to the shaft.

“you know your birthday falls on father’s day this year, right?”

Stan paused mid-stroke. “does it now?” he asked, oh, that voice. not playful anymore. your nod was enough, though, a line had been crossed.

“sweet fucking saints, don’t say shit like that unless you want me to knock you up right here, baby.”

you giggled innocently, despite the filthy wetness still dripping down your thighs. “well. . . sounds like you’ve got something to celebrate.”

his grip on his cock tightened. “yeah? you think i should fuck a goddamn baby into you, sweetheart? you want that? you want me to fill you up and let it take?” Stanley was hard now, painfully so. he rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down your folds, not entering yet, but enough for your pussy to flutter open around the tip, clenching at nothing, desperate to take him deeper.

you gasped when Stan's free hand pressed down gently on your lower belly. “wanna feel this tummy swell up, right here, sweetie. make you mine for real.”

your legs trembled as your hips jerked upward, chasing him. but you both knew the stakes.

the room spun slightly. god, he was hot teasing your pussy like this, but there was still enough sense left in your brain to mutter. “you gonna. . . use a condom?” your voice sounded disappointed.

“condom?” Stan paused, letting his cock rest there, brushing maddeningly against your wetness. then, he snorted, gliding his tip over your needy entrance, pretending he was deciding. “hmm, depends,” a lie. ”you ovulating?” he asked casually, voice too calm for someone who’d just threatened to breed you like a bitch in heat.

“yeah,” you swallowed thickly.

Stan grunted. “fuck. fuck.” he pulled back for a second and slapped the head of his cock against your pussy again, watching the way it jumped. “we could grab one,” he said, but made no movement to do so. “they’re in the drawer. second one down.” his hand stayed on his shaft, lazily rubbing it to keep himself hard.

hot belgian waffles, the idea of you, wet, flushed and begging under him, was almost too much already.

but you didn’t move either.

you just looked at him.

“you really gonna pull out on your birthday? c'mon. didn't you want to be a daddy?“

Stanley had no idea how he was supposed to not come just from that, it wasn’t even a question now. “you are evil, you know that? trying to get me to cum in you.”

your smile widened. “is it working?”

Stan knew he was playing with fire. the way he kept teasing himself too, hovering just outside of you, not sliding in, not yet, was pure torture. for both of you. because once that thick, leaking cock finally split you open, there was no going slow.

and god, he knew what he was working with. he knew his size and how often he lost control with you, how your tight little pussy made him feral. Stanley didn’t want to hurt you, he never did, but he also couldn’t stop this thing that rose in him every time you pulled him in like that, wet and trembling.

precum dripped from his tip like sap, and the way your slick coated the length of his cock only made it worse.

you looked down with dazed eyes and saw the moment he brought his hand to his mouth, dragging his tongue over his palm. “Stan, please,” your voice trembled like your thighs. and then he spat right into his hand, rubbed it down his shaft like he wanted to drown his cock in it, mixing his own saliva, precum and your wetness.

your mouth fell open. holy shit, why was that so damn hot?

“you gonna fuck me or marry me?” you teased, trying to keep your voice light, even as your body ached for him.

Stan groaned low in his chest, hand tightening around himself. “gonna do more than that, baby,” he nudged the head right against your entrance, slowly slipping inside. “gonna make sure you’re round next time i leave. gonna fuck a baby into you, princess.”

the second the word leave left his mouth, you flinched. a shadow passing through your face. obviously, you didn't like his words about leaving. but you didn’t get the chance to reply, because Stan pushed in.

a slow, thick slide, inch by inch as he pressed your hips down to stop you from wriggling away. your back arched violently and a cry ripped from your throat what made Stan cup your face as he kissed your jaw, whispering against your skin.

“shh, i got you. takin’ me so good, princess, so brave f’me. good girl, makin’ me feel like a man again.”

you gasped for air, fingers clawing at the sheets. god, you’d forgotten how big he was, forgotten how it felt, to be stretched and filled like this.

his cock pulsed inside you, and you could feel every damn vein, them throbbing against your walls as your pussy clenched in response, sucking him even deeper.

your brain turned to white noise. Stan said something about how tight you were, perfect and made for him, but all you could do was breathe like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing with no sound.

god. god.

you wanted to say, no, you’re just so big, Stan, but your lungs couldn’t form a single word. only shivers and tears.

and he hadn’t even moved normally yet.

Stanley's cock felt so good inside you, so thick, hard and pulsing, what made you dizzy. the ridges, the curve, the stretch, fuck, this man was perfect. you moaned right into his mouth. “mmghh, Stan. . . gosh, you feel so good”

“baby— fu-fuck, missed this pussy. m-missed how good she feels. holy shit. . .” you whispered something like ”don’t pull out, don’t ever pull out” and Stanley groaned right into you, pressing his forehead to yours, about to lose his goddamn mind.

it was logical that he would start moving but for some reason you weren't ready for it, so when Stanley started to slowly push into your body with heavy thrusts, then reaching deeper. faster. harder, your mouth dropped open in a perfect “o”. especially when his tip slammed into your cervix. again. again. again.

fortunately or unfortunately, Stanley was aware of this too, felt the way you clenched immediately and the way your pussy grabbed at him, and he barely held himself back from pounding into you like a goddamn animal.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he choked. “im that deep inside you, princess, huh.” and god help him, he hadn’t known he could get this damn feral just knowing his baby wanted to be bred.

unable to contain himself, Stan slammed into you much harder than before, changing the languid and gentle rhythm to a rougher one. sweat dripped from his jaw onto your chest as he pinned you open, driving his throbbing cock in and out, groaning at how good your starved pussy felt, fluttering and gripping him so hard it made his eyes roll back.

his tip kissed your cervix again and again until you were crying, sobbing loudly into his mouth with every slam. and these sounds only increased in volume when his hand found your clit and rubbed fast.

“come on, baby,” Stan growled. “milk my cock. wanna feel this sweet little pussy squeeze the fuck out of me.”

you whined, closing your eyes tightly and starting to wiggle your hips, feeling a shiver run through your body. “go-gonna cum, gonna cum. . .hnnghn, Stan, im cumming“

“yeah, do it. good. cum for me, sweetheart.”

cumming on his cock was fucking divine.

so good it almost scared you. you’d forgotten how good it could feel, to twitch and clench and gush around that thick, perfect length, after three months without him. three months of empty nights, cold sheets, and fingers that never got you even halfway there.

Stanley knew you like the back of his bruised hand, and it was almost insulting how quickly he adjusted. so when he felt you pulse around him like that, that telltale flutter of your cunt trying to milk him dry, he slowed down enough to draw it out.

and honestly, he was almost shocked he could do it, shocked he could resist.

but he did, and he started to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, rolling his hips in smooth, sensual circles. not thrusting anymore, but massaging, pressing that cock into every inch of you with agonizing control.

from Stan's lips fell those guttural, low moans, perfect gravelly sound you always loved, as he was watching your body seize and flutter from the inside, feeling your pussy contract around him. in response, you clawed at his wide shoulders, gasping, moaning and sobbing his name. back bent so sharply that any gymnast would’ve gasped in awe. and your whole body shuddered like you’d been struck by lightning.

Stan waited, patiently, such a good man, until the full-body spasm of your climax ebbed, before he leaned in and kissed you sloppily, shoving his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch of you inside and out. his tongue dragged over every soft corner of your mouth, so deep and thorough you started moaning again straight into his lips, barely able to breathe.

the bastard. he knew you needed a second to catch your breath. knew your lungs were still struggling from how hard you’d just come. and yet here he was, already fucking your mouth with his tongue like it was another hole for him to use.

god. what a man. what a sick, dirty, perfect man.

he treated you like a princess even when he was buried balls deep inside you. knew when to fuck you stupid and when to stop. knew when to rub your clit and when to grind that thick cock against your spot until you saw stars.

you’d never felt more adored.

“you alright, baby?” Stan brushed hair from your face with a tenderness that, honestly, didn’t match the way he was pounding you some minutes ago. “goddamn, you came so hard i thought you’d faint. like last time, huh?”

you laughed, cheeks going hot, and turned your head away, muttering under your breath. “oh no no no, we’re not talking about last time, Stan. i told you that was low blood sugar, okay?” what a good little liar you were.

because yeah, you had fainted. completely blacked out, limp with his cock still buried inside you. and for a full thirty seconds, Stan was convinced he’d fucked you to death.

no one was allowed to mention it ever again.

Stanley snorted softly, clearly still a little too proud of himself.

but now, the fog of climax was finally lifting, and beneath it, a new hunger bloomed, so you pulled Stan in closer, grazing your nails down his back, and gave your hips a teasing little wiggle, slow and bratty. the smile you flashed up at him said everything.

he got the message. oh, he got it.

“round two already?” he muttered, cock twitching back to life inside you.

“mm-hmm,” you purred. “but this time i want it real. wanna feel you cum in me, with me. wanna make a mess. make me yours. on your birthday, on father’s day, gosh, just fill me up already. you said you wanted to be a father so bad. . .”

that flipped something in him. “holy smokes, b-baby,” Stan hissed. “you want that? want me to fill this little cunt up, huh?”

the only reaction was a loud gasp when he pushed in deep until the head of his cock pressed hard against your cervix again, that feeling you missed the most. then he placed his hand on your belly, where a soft bulge had started to form.

“look at that,” he said, mesmerized. “i can see it, see where i am inside you.” his palm pressed down just a little more. “this is where my kid’s gonna grow, right here. right fuckin’ here.”

there was no rhythm anymore, only that frenzied tempo of flesh slamming against flesh. each thrust was so deep and rough it no longer resembled sex so much as it did two animals fucking, returning to instinct. his mating press had long since turned feral, especially with your hips lifted so high.

somewhere beneath the sounds of skin meeting skin, breathy gasps, and the creak of the bed under his weight, Stan's voice broke again. “th-the cervix, feel it,” Stan groaned, not even addressing you directly, “right here. fuck, it’s open, pullin’ me in.”

and indeed, your womb did feel like it was clutching him. suctioned around the thick head of his cock, pulsing as though starving for seed.

his pelvis rolled again, changing the angle. this time, the base of his cock ground hard against your swollen folds, while the tip pushed right up against that slick, trembling ring inside. too deep. so deep your ribs ached. “fuck, baby, fuck, i feel you so deep. you wanna get knocked up so bad, don’t you? my good girl.”

words were impossible as your cries came out strangled and high-pitched. and when your hands clawed at his back, digging in like mad, your fingers tangled in his hair, sliding across sweat-slicked skin, Stanley moaned. loud.

“fuuuck,” he whimpered, yes, whimpered, hoarse and guttural, so loud you were sure birds flew from the trees and every animal near the shack scattered. “baby, your pussy’s so hot, ready for my cum— gonna fill it, fuck, she wants it”

his balls slapped wet and heavy against your ass, tight and full, desperate to unload. while your pussy clenched, opening every time the fat mushroom head of his cock knocked against your cervix, your body knew what was coming, and welcomed it.

“Sta-stan, please, breed me, do it, i’m ovulating, you could do it,” your words came out garbled, barely intelligible even to yourself. “put your baby in me— mark my womb, make it yours. impregnate me.“

“gonna make you a mommy, that's right. you ready to take all of it? every drop? holy fuck, want me to wreck that womb so bad it never forgets me?”

you blink up at him, tears collecting in your lashes before they spill over, tongue half out from how hard you're panting, your jaw’s gone slack from the pace.

“yes, baby, yes. . .you’re gonna cum? you close, baby? oh god, please— please, Stan, do it. it’s your birthday. it’s fa-father’s day. don’t you wanna be a dad tonight?” your pussy is so soaked it’s slurring wet sounds back at him with every thrust, a dirty squelch echoing beneath your cries. thick strings of his pre-cum are already dribbling inside, kissing the opening, teasing the inevitable, marking you inside first.

“so tight. hhngh, sweetheart, the fuck are you doing to me. . .”

“make me a mommy,” you finally exhaled, blinking through the haze. “do it. d’you hear me? make me a mommy, Stan. wanna get pregnant today. on your birthday. you— you should cum inside me. fill me up and keep going.”

“gonna knock you up,” he whimpered against your lips. “fuck you ‘til you’re leaking me. to the last drop”

the moment he spilled inside, it was so messy. the way he came was just. . . thick. the pressure built right behind your cervix, in warm surges, as his cock pushed once, then again, and then started to slowly leak.

Stanley slowed, only marginally, just enough to thrust deeper, harder, driving his hips into you, and a low growl tore from his chest. your limbs tangled around him like ivy, squeezing, clinging, trembling from the mixture of pain and pleasure only sex with that charming bastard could bring.

“fuck, love, that’s what you wanted, yeah? my good girl, takin’ it so well,” whatever composure he had left was long gone. the thought of breeding you, of really making you a mommy, had scrambled something inside his brain, fried it beyond repair.

your head barely managed a nod. words failed, mouth too slack with sensation to form anything coherent. the best you could do was choke out a breathless, slurred chorus of “yes yesyes yes thank you, Stan, thank you for your seed,” broken up by sobs as your hips jerked again and again, trying to ride the wave out.

he was still coming. still. god, he kept spilling in slow hot streams, seeping straight into your needy womb, the tip of his twitching cock pressed to your opening, marking you from the inside out. your body responded on it's own, wet walls fluttering around him in rhythm, coaxing every last drop with shameless intent. good. a dazed, blissed-out smile curved across your lips. good. it was right. you were made for this. your body knew what to do. good.

“sill feelin’ it,” Stan muttered low against your skin, voice disbelieving. “shit, doll, you’re milkin’ me dry, ughh.”

and even as you felt so dangerously full, stretched to the edge of capacity, your arms remained locked around his neck, thighs clamped tight in a futile attempt to trap all that warmth inside, to keep him rooted there for good.

“don’t pull out,” came the urgent plea. “don’t you fucking dare. just keep going. you’re not done. still hard. just— just use me.”

and that was it, Stanley obeyed, rolling his hips into you with that same fierce determination. deeper than deep as he wanted to fuck the thought of anyone else out of your head forever. your womb was already full, and he was still trying to give you more.

starting again, sudden and unrelenting, as if there hadn’t been your sobbing and shaking from being too full. maybe he didn’t hear it, or maybe he just chose not to. it was easier that way, instead of facing the reality of what it meant to stop. who would want to? especially when it's still hot and sticky inside, everything is throbbing from the recent orgasm, and he's still so deep there.

there's something special about Stan still being able to fuck you well, even after he's already finished. it’s simply not enough just to cum inside, no, it has to stay there, warm, heavy, pooling. that was always the point. and god, the sight of that milky ring at the base of his cock only confirmed how determined this man was to impregnate you.

but satisfaction still didn’t come. lips were too swollen to beg, but the slurred plea was still there, pulled straight from some desperate corner of the brain that hadn’t yet given up. “twins, Stan. . .y-yeah, breed me again. . . give me twins, want them to look like you, baby.” the words didn’t stop, even if they sounded more like crying than anything else, a gasping, vowel-heavy mess of wanting.

everything was so sweet it started to burn.

Stan's hands locked hard around your hips and dragged your whole body deeper into the mattress until movement from your side wasn’t even possible anymore. he handled everything, the body beneath him belonged entirely to him.

groaning at your tightness, Stanley also felt how the mess from before had started to leak down already, thick globes of his cum dripping down your thighs and pooling under your ass, too much. there was no containing it anymore.

“look at that,” he murmured, almost to himself, eyes locked on the mess between your thighs. “stuffed you so full it’s leaking out . . . and you’re still clenching like a greedy little thing.”

“y-your greedy girl. . . Stan, i can feel you so deep. right in my tummy, oh.”

oh, Stanley heard you, don't worry. proof of this was his strong arms locking tighter around your thighs, hairy chest crushing into yours as he folded you under him completely, pressed you into the bed without any pity, rutting his cock into a cunt that couldn’t take anymore, yet begged for more all the same.

“i’m gonna get you pregnant, princess. properly, gonna leave you glowing while i rot at sea with my damn brother, right? riiiightt, that's my girl. wanna be bred so bad. . . ill be out there with Ford, and you’ll be here, walking around with my babies, my girl. my sweet girl. shiiiit, need to see you pregnant. yeah. i’ll give you the twins. you deserve them.”

and that’s how it started. your sob came without warning. humiliating sound dragged from somewhere deep enough to hurt. it wasn’t from his roughness, even though that was there too, those things made you sob before. but this time, it wasn’t pleasure.

you didn’t want him to leave. you couldn’t do it again. not like last time. it was panic.

perhaps it was the way your hands wouldn’t stop shaking as they clung to his shoulders, or it was just your shallow fast breath, but whatever it was, Stanley felt it and stopped to look down, meeting your red eyes.

“what? hey, hey, hey,” a voice above you, his fingers coming up to your cheeks. your face is wet, he realizes, soaked. “what is it baby? did i hurt you?”

perhaps it’s humiliating, to be fucked like this, so deep and animalistic, and suddenly fall apart for a reason that has nothing to do with his cock. except, maybe, it does? maybe it has everything to do with how it’s been months. months of no voice. no scent. months of drifting sleep and fake smiles.

“cmon, what’s goin’ on, doll, huh? talk to me.”

you hiccup and cover your face with your forearm because you’re ashamed. it’s pathetic, you think, probably selfish too, but it spills anyway. “its stupid, but i just— fuck. i missed you. so much. and i don’t want you to go. dont leave again, please, Stanley. please don’t leave me again—“

oh, his face said, even before his mouth could form the words. oh. that’s what this is.

“baby, no, no. no, not going anywhere, not again. not without you.” Stanley kissed each tear as it came, warm mouth chasing the salt from your skin.

“promise me you won’t.”

“i promise,” he exhaled into your mouth. “i promise, honey.”

“thank you, thank you . . .oh gosh, don't stop fucking me. i love you s-so much”

somewhere between thrusts, the rhythm stops being his alone. what began as Stan fucking into you becomes a meeting halfway, your hips lifting off the bed, you start working for it. liquid hunger pooling behind your lower belly. pussy pulling him in deeper with each forward roll.

you don’t even feel human, desperate to draw him in again and again until every drop’s drained.

eyes wide, Stanley knows, placing one hand on your belly to feel the outline of his cock rocking against your insides, he watches how your pussy welcomes each brutal slide.

“that’s it,” he growls, thumb dipping to your throbbing clit, rubbing smooth circles just as you move again and take all of him in one shameless motion. “doin’ it yourself now, huh? needy little doll. wanna milk my balls empty?”

your answer comes in loud whimpers and cries. the way his pulsing cock glides through you now, brushing up against that aching, swollen mouth of your cervix with every push, turns language into noise.

“s’it feel good, sweetheart? this birthday cock hittin’ so deep it’s got you dumb, huh?”

you giggled softly and stupidly. there’s cotton where your thoughts used to be. a glazed little smile, lips kiss-bitten and parted, drool glimmering down your chin as you tried to nod and say something clever, although nothing came out but a dizzy laugh and a small, “so deep, Stan. . . ‘s so much”

“fuck. don’t say that,” Stan begged, giving you one more deep, mean thrust just for the wet sound of it. “don’t say that while i’m still inside, or i’ll knock you up again before this one’s even settled.”

your cunt clenched at the threat, involuntarily of course. it was like your body couldn’t help itself, not when the head of his cock kissed your cervix and stayed there. you could still feel his warm cum drooling against it, dripping right where it needs to be.

“‘s your birthday,” you sighed, feeling your clit twitching under the ghost of his thumb. “m’just just your present,” and with a sleepy drag of fingers down your belly, you added, “and it’s father’s day. guess i better give you a baby too. seems fair.”

“fuck, sugar, you even hear yourself?”

you nodded, stupid-happy, still smiling as Stanley laughed breathlessly above you too.

“oh, you’re gone, huh? all fucked dumb off your old man’s cock, sweet little gift box all wrapped up for me. mhmm”

you wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, curling around him, murmuring nonsense into his chest. “birthday boy deserves to feel my womb wrap around him. deserves to cum inside.” you babbled, slamming your hips down to meet his thrusts like it’s all you were born to do. “you said you would. . . said id get round. my belly’d get all tight with your twins, Stan, please, please— fill me again“

he would. oh, he’d fucking make sure of it. he’d fill you so deep they’d see it in the way you walked. no doubts. he’d breed this sweet hole until it forgot anything else.

his balls drew tight, a hard twitch against your skin, when you felt him finishing, a rush of thick, roping cum flooding past the gate of your womb until you swore you felt it bloom inside you.

you spasmed, pussy fluttering around him, greedily milking, clenching, trying to seal him in. the whole bed gave a tired creak, nearly drowned out by Stan’s guttural groan as he pumped one last wave into you, leaking back around the base.

his chest was damp against yours. cock still buried, twitching faintly inside while you both fought to breathe again. Stan shifted like he meant to move, maybe give you relief, but your thighs snapped shut around his hips, arms looping behind his waist, hands grabbing handfuls of his ass just to keep him there.

“don’t pull out,” your voice was sticky with sleep and bliss. “m’so full. it’s all warm in there.”

Stanley didn’t answer right away. instead, he gave a single slow roll of his hips, just one, and it was enough to wring another broken whimper from your poor throat. he stayed pressed right up against that sore, overfucked spot deep inside, and the pressure made your belly feel swollen, stretched, already struggling to hold everything he’d given you.

“feels like you poured twins in me,” you said, dreamy. “think ill swell up for real this time.”

he huffed a breath that was almost a laugh, but his hand was already on your stomach. “they’re gonna have your eyes. . .your nose, too. sweet little face just like yours. don’t argue.” a kiss to your cheek, featherlight. “that’s final.”

however, deep down, intuition told him they’d be the spitting image of him. stubborn little things. his blood always did run strong.

you smiled into the crook of his neck, tears prickling again as your overstimulated pussy gave another soft flutter around him. not ready to let go. not yet. not for hours. maybe not ever.

“happy fuckin’ birthday to me,” Stan chuckled against your skin. “now be a good girl and hold it in, huh?”

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I have a request honestly I like your writing style so I was wondering how would papyrus,edge,cash,mutt,stretch reacts to the reader asking for a kiss

@sharkie-ds your request is my pleasure >;)

I'm assuming it's not their first time kissing, also, I added Rus and Coffee too, hope you don't mind!

Featuring: Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus Mutt and Coffee.

Masterlist

Papyrus

Oh my, you want a kiss from the great Papyrus?? He's flattered!

Grabs you up and gives kiss after kiss, making a "muah!" Sound every time he starts another kiss.

He doesn't like being still, even in bed, so, if you want more, he gives you some smooches in between what he's doing,

Edge

Of course you'd want a kiss of the great and terrible Edge!

Bends down, gives you a slow and long kiss, being careful because of his sharp fangs, and goes back to whatever he was doing.

However, if you want some more smooches... Then you're not getting out of this place until he decides to stop.

Honey

A lazy smile appears on his face as he looks at you.

Wraps his arms around you and gives you a slow kiss followed by smooches.

Well, looks like now he's the one who wants more... And who are you to deny?

Cash

Oh? A kiss you say?

This dirt bag will tease you a LOT until he finally gives you a kiss, and knowing him, he's only going to give you a very quick smooch and laugh when you ask for a proper kiss.

Though when the night arrives he's kissing you until he can't breathe anymore, oh wait he doesn't have lungs- Guess he'll just have to continue the kisses.

Rus

Another fucker who teases.

But unlike Cash he doesn't wait to kiss you, oh no no no, he teases you yet he's spreading kisses all over your face.

He doesn't even care if Rasp or anyone is near, he now wants his (not so) well deserved smooches.

Mutt

You don't need to ask twice, he's already kissing you passionately, hands on your waist and sited on his lap.

He's touch-starved, so this moment may turn into a cuddle + smooch session on the couch.

If Mal doesn't call you, then enjoy his cuddles, because you're going to be there for quite some time.

Coffee

Blushes like crazy, especially if his brother is near, even after years of dating a simple kiss still makes him flustered.

But Coffee likes the feeling of your lips pressed against his, so despite his shyness he bends down and gives you a pretty quick kiss.

If you want a smooth session, he'll happily give it to you! On the comfort of your shared room of course.

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Surprise ;)!!

I decided to schedule this post randomly as well, so whenever it posts will be a surprise to me too! (Written May 9th 2023)

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Made a few self insert doodles cause he’s finally embedded himself in my brain damn fell sans

Oh! And mafia!Fell And horror pap is finally here!!

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Introducing RoyalAuthor! ...I cannot stop thinking about these old man scientists...

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Sweet Morning Rain-

Hubby! Taishiro x Wifey!Reader

Author: Happy Spring!! I can't get enough of my favorite comfort boi x3 we need more of him!!!

Warning: Nothing but kisses and affection. Gets kinda steamy but never hitting the you know what. Pet names

(I suggest listening to some soft rain on low while reading x3)

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The soft pattering of rain gently eased you out of your deep slumber. Cracking a groggy eye open, the faintness of whats left of night still glowed as the morning sun hid behind the clouds. A perfect morning to fall back to sleep to. You tugged the blanket closer to your chin as you snuggled deeper against your pillow. The mattress shifted under the small movements beside you and a large warmth crept over side before it tugged you back to where you belong.

A faint smile ghosted your lips as you felt the weight of the figure leaning it, his familiar scent welcomes your sleepy self. Taishiro nuzzled against your hair, breathing in that new shampoo you bought, and lazily press his slightly plumped cheek against your temple.

"...Mornin'...." You mumbled quietly, not knowing for sure if your greeting was loud enough to hear.

Still heavy with sleep, he gave a light 'shh', and muttered at the shell of your ear, "...five... more... min..utes...." His hand attempting to ease back to sleep with a few slow strokes across your stomach. No matter how many times he's pulled this card, it never fails to earn those fluttering butterflies.

Though, as much as you loved sinking into his embrace, you loved being able to breathe just as much. You managed to wiggle out an arm and allowed your hand to comb through his messy blond locks.

"Love... you're crushing me." You gently informed him and not a moment too soon, both his strong arms curled around your body, pulling you around as he sank back into the mattress with you now nesting on top, your blanket returning over you as if it never left.

"..sorry...." Taishiro's husky voice muttered as he pressed a tender apologetic kiss against your forehead. Finally, he met your sleepy gaze through his own half lidded one, sharing a sweet dopey smile. "Better?" He added as the back of his fingers glided along your spine.

Humming, you nuzzled under his chin, your eyes fluttering close. "Depends, do you work today?"

Taishiro breaths a faint sigh. "Nah, not this morning at least. Just you and me, sweet cheeks~, does that work for ya?" The tease honeyed his voice.

You grinned even more to yourself as those butterflies danced happily around you before you tilted her head enough to kiss just the underside of his jaw- a place you never miss how he fails to hide his shuddering or how his hand stiffens against you.

"Just perfect, Papa Bear~." The words tickled his ear and a light dust of warm spread across his face. He defiantly can't hide how much he loves that pet name.

"That's what I like to here, Momma Bear~" Brushing your hair away, he began peppering your face one by one until that contagious sweet giggle bubbled from your frame, a simple motivation he only needs to guide his kisses further down (and guiding your small frame in the process). Down your ticklish neck, across your bare shoulder, and back to his favorite spot at the crook of your neck.

"Tai~! That's so not fair! You always gotta play-...." Your squeals of delight stiffened and your toes crinkled at the change of pace. Cradling his head and lightly scratching his scalp, he dared to leave a more sensual, tender kiss, sneaking a nibble at the soft skin ever so playfully.

Tenderly, he allowed his kiss to linger a few moments longer than the next. Each one more thoughtful and yet just as lovingly as they furthered downward. One hand kept a steady touch at your perfect curves he so graciously has convinced you time and time again how much he loves to sculpt- even reminding you to show off that gorgeous figure and to love it as he does.

He even loves how no matter what form he's in, your body perfectly molds against it with such ease. Better yet, he loves how he's the only one allowed to memorize each curve and dip you've been blessed with- a canvas he can paint time and time again with nothing but pure adoration and gratitude that you're his for the rest of his life.

"Tai~...baby~." A few soft gasps left your parted lips, your chest rising and falling more quickly as your lover became lost in his artwork: the little nibble he'd sneak in-between kisses across the skin of your chest and neck, the way he squeezed at your curvy rump, or how a hand tangled your hair to keep you at bay.

"I love you so much, sweet Momma~" Taichiro marked the words just the underside of your jaw and finally bumping noses, relishing on how he can still make you out of breath with nothing but his sweet affection.

"Gosh~ you're unbelievable." You breathed a drunken laugh and pulled the back of his head to finally get your revenge, muffling his coy chuckle.

Indeed, rainy mornings are the best mornings~.

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Spicey Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu fic ^°^)c god speed and I hope you have a good day!

Unvirgining Fatgum

A/n: Something very horny mixed in with feelings cause i love this character so much.

MDNI

W: Rookie Hero! Fatgum, Virgin! Fatgum, Gn! Reader, S/D themes, Hickeys, Biting, Cum Eating, Creampie, Snowballing

Taishiro prided himself in that he was a good person, maybe not the best, but he was a good person. He wasn't the top of his class nor was he anything impressive when it came to merchandising himself but he did know how to talk. He was friendly and he made sure to always put on his best smile for the public. It was useful to him, being nice meant people trusted him but it also brought on doubts about his ability to be a hero. He was still fresh faced and at 20 it meant that he was nothing but a Rookie when it came to heroics. He was still discovering everything he could do when it came to quirk too so he was truly a novice when it came to all of this.

He wished he could be higher up the ranks since it came with more opportunity and money, he was getting tired of eating microwaved meals and ramen. So when he got the chance to work alongside a more popular Pro, he took it.

He met you outside the police station while you were talking to Tsukauchi. You were a few years older him, a hero he had watched rise to a greater rank while he was still in school. He liked your style, the way you carried yourself in public. You set boundaries easily with people and didn't entertain the press to much. You were also a victim of his attraction. He liked you a lot. He often found himself fantasizing about you while he was attempting to complete reports. He remembered the first time you had met, you had waved at him and told him he was cute after he had asked you a question that had him blushing.

When he had privacy in his apartment he also found himself thinking of you as he took care of himself with the use of his hand or a pocket pussy. Your body, your voice, everything about you was perfection. Your features suit you perfectly and he couldn't help himself. He wondered if you would be gentle with him, if you'd take care of him when you guys have sex for the first time.

Working with you drove him up the wall but him getting the chance to go out drinking with you made the feelings he felt worse. He was 2 drinks deep and he already wasn't acting like his usual self. He couldn't help but watch you and perve on you. His usual subtle glances were now obvious and sluggish. He's sure that at some point he ended up licking his lips when you bent over cause you dropped something. He couldn't stop himself from lusting over you and he felt a little gross cause you were technically his superior. You had more experience, you where a few years older, you were more mature about things like this.

He thinks that's why he happily agreed to go home with you. He paid both of your tabs and you drove him home just how you had driven him to the bar. The moment the two of you made it into your apartment, you were both on each other. You took off his clothes, his uniform, and made sure to get him on his back on your bed. His mask was taken off and thrown somewhere on the floor all while you stripped sitting on his lap. You kissed, touched him, left hickeys on his neck, and had him moaning into your mouth and into the room. You had him cumming into your palm, shaking like a leaf as he held onto you looking for an anchor.

Taishiro's body felt like jello and he was sure that whatever little fat he still had left in him had melted away. When you gave him a break, he laid on your bed taking in what just happened. He loved it. Loved all of it. Your mouth and teeth on his skin, the scent of you and him mixed in the air. He liked laying in your sheets, red-faced and sweaty as you cooed at him asking if he wanted a drink or if he wanted to do it again.

He wanted more, to taste you, to fuck you, to have you call his name. And he did. You were filled to the brim with him, his dick pounding into you as he babbled on about how you were everything he wanted. You were his first. He was happy you were his first. He mentioned wanting to be yours to have you be his.

"This position isn't enough." He flipped you over, your face into the mattress that was damp with sweat and cum and buried himself deeper. You couldn't stop yourself from going crossed-eyed and screaming his name out like a prayer. He couldn't stop himself from cumming again, and again, inside you. The more he trusted the more cum came out and coated his dick and your ass and legs. The more he fucked into you the more he lost himself in the feeling.

By the end, he begged you to let him eat you. He needed to taste you and him, wanted to see if he tasted better in you. He relished in the taste of your skin, your sex, your body, his seed and your own release. He drank from you and made it his mission to stuff you full with his tongue next.

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☁️Comfy Cozy Monday☁️

Reader is sad and needs a hero good thing they know one

Tags: c.c.m☁️ / fluff🧸 angst⛈️ (for hawks and kind of fatgum)

⚠️CW: bad dreams, death

🌟Characters Included: Mirko, Hawks, Fatgum, and Aizawa

📍Authors Note: the olive garden thing is a code phrase thingy between reader and aizawa if they assume the other is in some shit and can’t talk freely also as you can see both Mirko and Fatgum are here when I asked in the poll I originally had 13 in Miko’s spot but y’all fought real hard for her so here she is

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How they react to accidental hand touches...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

When your hand accidentally brushes theirs how will they react? More adorable moments with my absolute favourite heroes!

Featuring Pro Heroes: Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Snipe, Shinji Nishiya/Kamui Woods

Toshinori Yagi (smAll Might)

Instant stiffening.

His entire body tenses up, and his breath catches in his throat.

Pulls his hand back quickly but gently, as if he’s worried about overstepping.

"Ah—I… I apologize!" Smiling nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blushing like a schoolboy. His ears, cheeks, and even his neck turn pink.

Internally screaming: "Oh no, I liked that too much. Get a grip, Toshinori!"

If you tell him it’s okay, he relaxes but is still clearly affected.

Might replay the moment for the rest of the day, sighing to himself like a love-struck fool.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Barely reacts externally.

Internally? "Oh. That was nice."

His eyes flicker down to your hands, then back to what he was doing.

Doesn’t pull away immediately, just lets it sit for a second.

If you get flustered, he smirks slightly. "Relax, it’s just a hand."

But if you don’t pull away? He just… lets it happen.

Afterward, he’s definitely thinking about it, though he’d never admit it.

If you tease him about it, he just shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see the slight pink in his ears.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Immediately grins.

"WOAH! Babe, are you trying to hold my hand?" Waggles his eyebrows playfully.

Does not let go.

Lightly squeezes your fingers before slowly pulling away.

Acts like it’s just a joke, but internally he’s melting.

If you get embarrassed, he laughs but reassures you it was cute.

If you roll with it, he might “accidentally” do it again later.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Absolute stillness.

His entire body freezes as if he just got hit with a quirk.

Stares at your hands touching for a long second.

"Hn." Pulls his hand away carefully, almost reluctant.

Clears his throat awkwardly, avoids eye contact.

Ears are definitely pink, though.

If you act casual, he tries to as well, but he’s definitely affected.

If you get flustered, he panics internally but just grumbles, “It’s fine.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Smirks immediately.

"Oho~? Didn’t know you were that into me, babe."

Lightly brushes his fingers against yours again on purpose.

Looks up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes.

But if you seem shy about it? His expression softens, and he gives you a real smile.

"You’re cute when you get flustered."

If you don’t pull away, he just laces his fingers with yours like it’s the most natural thing ever.

Sir Nighteye

Pauses for a long moment.

Glances down at your hands, then back up at you.

"Oh? Unexpected." His voice is calm, but his glasses hide the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Doesn’t pull away immediately, but instead just… analyzes the moment.

Smirks slightly if he notices you flustered.

If you keep acting normal, he’ll pretend it didn’t affect him, but inside? He’s overanalyzing every detail.

Later, you catch him touching his fingers absentmindedly, lost in thought.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Genuinely surprised at first.

"Oh! Whoops, my bad!" Pulls back slightly, laughing.

But then he notices you don’t seem upset, and he softens.

"Heh, you got a nice, warm hand there!"

Playfully nudges you before going back to what he was doing.

Secretly finds it really sweet.

If you do it again later, he just smiles and lets it happen.

Snipe

Completely unbothered on the outside.

"Well now, wasn’t expectin’ that."

Calmly withdraws his hand but does it slowly.

Slight tilt of the hat to hide the tiny bit of pink dusting his cheeks.

If you act casual, he plays it off too, but inside? His heart rate definitely spiked.

Might tease you later with a smooth, “Didn’t know you were the handsy type, darlin’.”

Kamui Woods

Instant internal panic.

Turns red immediately.

"A-Ah! S-Sorry!" Flinches slightly, pulling his hand away quickly.

Doesn’t know what to do with himself afterward.

Is too polite to bring it up but is absolutely thinking about it for the rest of the day.

If you tease him about it, he gets even more flustered.

If you do it again, he just freezes and blushes but slowly starts to relax.

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Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader

A/N: Another FatGum x reader? YES!! He’s my comfort character AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!!!

Summary: Taishiro had a bad day from work? Pancakes might help.

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There was no doubt Taishiro never left a day without a huge smile on his face, even if it was along day in the office or on patrol, a smile, even tired, welcomed you when he came home. So when he came home yesterday with an abnormal scowl and slamming the door to your bedroom without barely a greeting, it was only natural to be worried. The dinner for two became a dinner for one for the first time in a long time. When has he ever gone to bed without some sort of snack?

Even when you cracked the door to tucker in for the night, the tension in the dark room was too thick to step foot in. His loud low snores became some sort of unspoken warning for anyone daring to come to the bear’s den. So the guest room was where you slept for the night.

It was a strange thought that you knew wasn’t fully true, but you tend to forget he had more emotions than a hearty laugh and sweet smiles. The world of being a hero took a toll on anyone, you knew that all too well, and that included your strong marshmallow hubby.

You sighed to yourself as you closed the fridge and went to turn on the oven. Mornings were usually a delight whether or not Taishiro was able to share it with you. Yet, after last night’s realization of his invulnerability to negativity, you allowed him to sleep in if it can help at least bless him with a bit of rest.

Warming a pan, the sizzling sound of pancake batter drooping into the butter filled the kitchen with a bit more life, tugging a small smile along your lips. Between the sound of the coffee machine brewing and the clicks after the knife chopped the strawberries against the cutting board, and the new sizzling of bacon now cooking, your sweet rhythmic hum flowed along to the kitchen’s breakfast melody.

Lost in this peaceful moment, the feeling of large arms snaking around you and something quite large leaning over you shot your heart skyrocket to your throat, your eyes growing wide for just a moment as you froze in place.

“Those smell really good.” The muffled sounds spoke against the crown of your head.

“Tai!” You gasped both out of startled by his rare chance of sneaking up undetected and from the thought of potentially burning yourself. Attempting to twist around in his grasp, you continued exclaiming,“How did-? When did you-?”

His deep chuckle vibrates against you, a sound you didn’t think you’d hear after the dark cloud that had hovered over him yesterday.

“Sorry bunny.” Taishiro mumbled the pet name and to your surprise his arms tighten slightly, more protectively around you. You sensed his demeanor shift before he muttered more solemnly: “I’m really sorry….”

Yesterday. It never stopped gnawing at the back of his mind and it only grew when he woke up and saw your side still unoccupied. Still cold meaning you never came to bed. Taishiro wasn’t immune to getting frustrated or annoyed, but to bring in that frustration from work to home? To cause you any reason to sleep alone? He couldn’t shake the guilt away.

That guilt latched onto him as much as that frustration did, a burden you visibly can see. A kind loving hand reached up to thread through his blond tussled hair as you leaned further into his exhausted body.

“…it’s ok, hon.” Your voice never wavered away from being soft and tender. It stung, sure, but even a bee sting can heal with a bit of cortisone cream and TLC. “Had a hard time at work I r bet?”

You felt the man tense slightly before settling in acceptance. “Yeah…. Been stuck on a case and it’s been hittin us harder than I want to admit…. I didn’t mean to be so… moody. I can’t put that on ya.”

A frown creased your face, your hand pausing its relaxing motion. Placing the spatula down, you managed to turn to face his gloomy face even when he forced that crooked smile, his eyes can never lie. Cupping his slightly pudgy face, you brought him in to lean your forehead against his before sharing a gaze of assurance.

“Tai… you’re allowed to feel down. To feel… annoyed and angry, even here. Even if it’s something I did.” Your thumb lightly stroked his cheek to put a pause before he can start ‘clarifying’ it wasn’t your fault, and softly smiled. “Even if I did. But know you can share what’s bothering you, or what little you can. We’re a team, Bebe. Always will be, ‘Kay?”

His eyes shifted as he took in your sincere love and affection, the way your words eased off a bit of that burden already. He can swear it’s magic. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled gently in return.

“Ok Bunny, I’ll try harder…. But ya gotta promise me somethin’.”

“What’s that?”

“You come to bed, Kay? Even if I’m pissed off at the world… you’re my only remedy.” He cheekily smiled.

You couldn’t help the sweet laugh that left your parted lips as your arms draped around his neck. “Oh my gosh, you’re so cheesy.” You teased, nuzzling your nose against his and felt his blush blossom and his smile becoming more its true self. “Only if you’re made at the world. Now, I know it’s not much but I made pancakes and some coffee for you if you wan-.”

“Yes.” Taishiro stated a bit too quickly with that all too determined look as he gripped your arms before whining. “I’m starving!”

“I figure that much.” You giggled, patting his chest in acknowledgment of his size difference. “Why not you put on the tv I recorded your baking show and I’ll bring it over?”

His face morphed into a man falling for his wife all over again and pressed a loving kiss against your lips. “I love you so much. But I can help you-.”

“Just go and let me spoil you already!” You ushered the tall man out of the kitchen practically allowing you to shove him.

“Ok ok! So demanding.” Taishiro playfully replied and disappeared to the other room for only a half of second before poking his head back in. “Hey (y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Rolling your eyes you playfully ‘threatened’ him by a wave of your spatula which was enough for the man to snicker as he left. Shaking your head, your smile softened as you breathed a peaceful sigh.

“Love you too, hon.”

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Stuffed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Then it did.

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

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

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

  You sobbed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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."

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I think it should be illegal how good these pregnancy/ single parent fics are. Like who told you that I want a lil baby on my hip to absolutely body these men? Who told you that yes, I am soft for a big ole man who will buy my weird ass cravings and I ain't even let him in my bedroom yet. Just seeing the way a person treats a parent and their kids without even wanting anything in return is peak vibe check.

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Hit with a Villain’s Sex Quirk & They NEED You NOW!

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

They’re desperate, aching, and the only thing that can ease their suffering… is YOU

Featuring Pro Heroes: Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Snipe, Shinji Nishiya/Kamui Woods

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

The moment the quirk hits, he stumbles, gasping sharply.

His body, even in his weakened form, is trembling, aching, overwhelmed with heat.

His usual composure? Completely gone.

“This… this is highly inappropriate… but— I… I need you, my love.”

His hands tremble as he reaches for you, afraid he’ll lose control.

Every brush of your touch makes him groan softly, his restraint slipping.

“Please, darling… I don’t think I can handle this alone…”

He tries so hard to stay composed, but the second you give in?

He’s completely undone.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

At first, he thinks he can sleep it off.

Nope. Big mistake.

His entire body feels tight, his skin overly sensitive, his breath ragged.

His usual exhaustion is replaced with a desperate, throbbing need.

Catches your wrist when you try to check on him, his grip surprisingly firm.

“…Don’t get too close unless you’re ready for what happens next.”

His voice is lower, rougher, his pupils dilated with hunger.

Grits his teeth, trying to fight it, but every second that passes makes him weaker.

“Y/N… I need you. Now.”

Once you let him touch you? There’s no going back.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

LOUD about it.

“OH FCK, BABE— I THINK SOMETHING’S WRONG—”*

His voice literally shakes from the need coursing through him.

Can’t sit still, pacing, running his hands through his hair, his whole body buzzing with tension.

Tries to joke through it at first.

“Hey, sweetheart, y-you wouldn’t mind helpin’ your favorite DJ out, huh?” (nervous chuckle, but he’s dying inside.)

His hands shake when he finally reaches for you, his cocky confidence completely gone.

“I can’t… I c-can’t handle this anymore. I NEED you, babe.”

The second you touch him? He’s a goner.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Immediately clenches his fists, his flames flaring wildly.

He tries to fight it. He hates feeling out of control.

But the heat pooling in his body is unbearable.

“Tch—what kind of quirk is this?!”

Breathing hard, trying to stay composed, but his hands are shaking.

When he sees you? He completely snaps.

“Y/N— come here. Now.”

His usual restraint is completely gone.

Grabs you by the waist, his touch feverishly warm.

“You’re the only one who can fix this.”

Doesn’t take no for an answer.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Gasps softly when the quirk takes hold, wings shuddering.

His entire body flushes hot, his feathers ruffling as he stumbles.

Tries to play it off.

“Oh, sht. Uh. Babe? I think we got a problem.”*

Laughs weakly, but his hands are already gripping the nearest surface, his legs shaking.

His pupils are blown wide, his usual cocky grin replaced with desperation.

When he sees you, he immediately moves—

One second, you’re standing still, the next, you’re pinned against the nearest wall.

“Fck, babybird… I need you so bad.”*

His wings twitch as he presses against you, his breath shaky.

You can feel him trembling with need.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Grips the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.

His usual composure is completely shattered.

His breathing is ragged, his entire body tense, as he struggles to fight the quirk’s effects.

When you step closer, his sharp green eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“…Don’t come any closer, unless you’re ready to handle the consequences.”

His voice is low, strained, rough with need.

You’ve never seen him look this desperate before.

When you finally reach for him, he exhales shakily, his hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold.

“You’re the only one who can fix this, my love.”

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

At first, he laughs it off, but when the heat really sets in, his smile falters.

His usual soft demeanor is gone—his muscles tense, his jaw clenching as he breathes heavily.

Shifts uncomfortably, his hands shaking as he grips his knees.

“Oh, sugar… I think I got myself a lil’ problem.”

His body feels heavy with need, his heart pounding like a drum.

Looks up at you, his face flushed, his expression desperate.

“You gotta help me, sweetheart. I don’t think I can take much more…”

Grabs your hand, pulling you onto his lap, holding you tightly.

His body is burning with need, and he needs you now.

Snipe

Tenses the moment the quirk hits, his breathing slowing.

At first, he grits his teeth, trying to control himself.

But the moment he sees you? All bets are off.

Steps toward you, his voice husky, strained.

“Darlin’… I ain’t gonna last much longer.”

Tips his hat down to hide his face, but you can see the way his body trembles.

When you touch him, he exhales sharply, his hands gripping your waist.

“You best be ready, sweetheart… ‘cause I need you real bad.”

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Immediately stiffens, his branches curling around himself as he shudders.

His usual control over his body is completely gone.

Grabs onto the nearest surface, his entire body hot and throbbing.

When he sees you, his golden eyes darken.

“…Y/N.”

His arms reach for you before he even realizes it.

Breathing heavily, his body aching, his fingers twitching.

“I— I need you. Now.”

No teasing, no hesitation—he needs you immediately.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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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!

details!

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

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

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/nbakes · 13w

5.1k likes Liked by bmi.fatgum, t.amajiki

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!!)

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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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