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rahuratna · 14 days

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Synopsis: Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu) x Fem Reader

As a crime journalist with a chequered past, you find yourself re-located to Esuha City through no choice of your own. Working alongside pro-hero Fat Gum, each new case exposes more of the dark underbelly of the city, and what it truly means to be a hero.

Genres: Suspense, mystery, romance, humour.

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, substance abuse, adult themes, explicit sexual content in later chapters.

Cross-posted from Ao3.

Title from: "Era Vulgaris" lyrics, by Queens of the Stone Age.

Divider by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

It was time.

Your belongings all fitted into a small cardboard box, a foot each way in length and width. First, the framed pictures and accolades that sat around your desk in the tiny, crowded cubicle. Then the other personal items, including the stationery, coffee mug, journal and numerous blank spiral-bound notepads.

In went the small basket of plastic flowers gifted to you by Mrs Honda. They had never been to your taste, even before they faded, but you'd treasured them since she'd handed them over to you after that last appearance in court.

Packing was complete in a depressingly short time. The books stacked waist high against the walls of your cubicle, the archives you'd spent many sleepless nights poring over, the rows of files piled on flimsy bracketed shelving, bowing slightly under their weight, would not be leaving this office with you. You'd signed a non-compete to avoid any issues if a rival news group employed you, and all of this would have to remain.

Not that you had much hope of that happening. Your new posting was in downtown Esuha City, at a small local tabloid, the only kind that would currently employ you.

Once your box was packed with its meager contents, you paused, taking in the cubicle you'd spent the last six years ensconced in, eating cheap, steaming cup ramen, the tinny radio from across the hall on full blast for the evening news, peeling off your wet coat and socks after hours spent standing in pouring rain at some event or other.

This was where your career had been made. This was where it had ended.

All right, so you were entitled to a dramatic flourish, considering your circumstances. Technically, your career wasn't over.

You picked up the box with an air of finality, shrugging away your procrastination of the inevitable. There was still that long walk to the train station to endure, through the halls, past the cubicles and offices of the people you'd worked alongside for years.

A walk of endurance.

You could take doors slamming against the prod of your questioning, the roughhousing of other journalists as you waited outside the scene of a crime, fingers numb with cold. You could withstand a shower of flying spittle as some corporate bigshot screamed into your face, apoplectic with rage. You had even learned to stand silent witness to grief, despair and unimaginable violence.

This, on the other hand, was different. Their stares weren't even disapproving, or angry. Just pitying.

Your pace increased, and even though the box you carried was shockingly light, your breathing was laboured by the time you reached the front doors.

"Reporting for duty, Fat Gum!"

"Nice and early, Kirishima. Good on ya."

Tamaki glanced between the two manifestations of pure sunshine that, unfortunately, made up the rest of his team. His shoulders came up defensively.

"I thought today was going to be admin. Can't you leave me here in the office to handle things?"

Fat Gum's large hand steered Tamaki out the door, and right out of that particular delusion.

"Come on. What have I told you about practicing your 'helping people' face?"

"I've never possessed such a face."

Kirishima slapped an open palm against his chest and flashed a confident grin.

"Like this! See? It's easy."

Tamaki shook his head woefully.

"I can't help it. I look nervous all the time and my smile comes out wrong and I scare people. Or make them feel sorry for me."

Fat Gum stroked his chin in apparent thoughtfulness.

"Guess you're right about that. You do look scared a lot. Need to work on that, 'fore we let you out into the streets again, huh?"

Tamaki's mouth fell open, and he craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Fat Gum's face.

"Are you for real? I can actually stay here at the agency and ... "

He received a good-natured, if callous, belly laugh from the BMI hero.

"Nah, just kidding. You're going on patrol with us. Ain'tcha a lucky guy?"

Tamaki retreated into hopelessness once again. For two kind and cheerful heroes, Fat Gum and Kirishima seemed to take some sort of special pleasure in tormenting him. He'd just have to endure.

As they made their way out into the chilly street, Tanaki considered his unique position at Fat Gum's Agency. As much as he still needed to work on himself, he knew, on some level, that he'd made large strides since he'd started his studies here.

His internship had been a success, if harrowing in its social nature. Attached to a hero like Fat Gum, there was no bypassing any form of public interaction, as Tamaki had successfully done in the past. Taishiro Toyomitsu was a 'tender tank' indeed, warm, effusive, generous, always ready with a quick snack and words of encouragement or support, but he didn't hold Tamaki's hand either. There was a rough, tough, independent streak to the man, one that didn't brook wallowing in weakness or accepting one's flaws as part of nature.

He'd made it clear to Tamaki that he'd expect him to improve as a hero, because heroes weren't perfect beings that sprang fully formed into the public eye. They had to actively work on themselves, much harder than the people they protected on a daily basis. Fat Gum himself had steadily climbed the ranks through sheer incremental labour, gaining the trust of the community he had grown up in, effectively working alongside other heroes that people could consider to be far more powerful than he was.

Tamaki raised his head slightly when he realized that Fat Gum was speaking again, words slightly muffled as he popped the steaming taiyaki he'd bought from a street vendor into his mouth.

" ... and there'll be new deliveries coming in for Okita Groceries. Gotta keep an eye on that later. Clover Fields Nursery is also holding a fundraiser some time this morning. Traffic might be a problem if they're taking up the corner across from Gijima Group Building. Hmm. Let's see. Oh, I got a message from Tachibana at Esuha Shimbun. They're getting a new employee today. Someone he wants to talk to me about. I gotta stop by there too."

Kirishima was nodding along earnestly to the listing.

"Where should we go first?"

Fat Gum raised a burly fist, pausing in thought before swinging his arm out towards the south-west district that was crowded with various business enterprises and office blocks.

"The newspaper building. Tachibana gets there pretty early. Let's see what he has to say."

Esuha Shimbun was small and focused enough to be classified a tabloid, but its reputation as a long-established and trustworthy news source for the locals made it worth its salt. Tachibana had been the assistant editor for many years now, his own roots in the community providing him with a network of information (and imformants) that often proved very useful to Fat Gum.

The building was an unremarkable light grey, the sign for the newspaper headquarters half hidden in a shadowed entryway. Tamaki spotted the short, bespectacled man outside, waiting for their approach. He frowned. Tachibana only met them out here when he wanted to pass along confidential information.

Fat Gum raised a hand in greeting as the assistant editor spotted them and hurried over. Tachibana started speaking as soon as they were within earshot, his rapid-fire delivery jumbled and nervous.

"Oh, there you are. She's due any time now. Apparently she took the first train out and she's going to - "

"Hey now, hold on."

Fat Gum raised a quelling palm.

"Who's 'she' and what's got your head in such spin?"

Tachibana took a small, bracing breath before adjusting his glasses.

"The new columnist, that's who. She's going to be here soon."

"And that's who you wanted to tell me about?"

"Well ... yes. Her. She specializes in crime writing. But ... you see ... she's been involved in reporting on certain types of cases. That's what I wanted you to know about. There was a big court case surrounding that last one. It's the reason she's been transferred here. One of our sponsors also invests in a big Tokyo newspaper where she used to work."

Fat Gum scratched his chin lightly, frowning.

"Sounds like a lotta words for a simple warning, Tachibana. What exactly do you want me to know?"

"Some of the cases she covered don't exactly put heroes ... in the best light. It's why nobody in the big cities wants to employ her anymore. That court case she was involved in was a good example. The hero didn't come out of it looking great at all. One could say ... his career pretty much went downhill from there. So listen."

Tachibana leaned in urgently, voice lowering even further.

"I had no say in her ending up here. Just ... watch your back, okay? Be extra careful with how you handle cases from now on."

Fat Gum reacted exactly the way Tamaki expected him to. He chuckled, fishing a now slightly cold taiyaki from the paper carton he carried.

"That's it?"

Tachibana let out a frustrated huff.

"I knew you wouldn't take this seriously enough. Just ... just be careful. And don't say I didn't warn you."

"Warn him about what?"

A distinct feminine voice, calm and crisp, sounded from behind them. Tamaki froze before turning slowly. Tachibana's complexion had lost a little of its ruddiness.

It looked like the subject of their conversation had turned up at a most ... inopportune time.

You'd done your research on the area, of course. Which was the reason you'd known about him; BMI hero, Fat Gum. Seeing him in person was ... certainly something, though. You'd seen pictures of him, but nothing had prepared you for how tall he was in his current form.

He towered over the two youngsters who were, presumably, his interns or sidekicks, and definitely dwarfed the diminutive assistant editor who was now looking at you as if you'd donned a tengu mask and danced threateningly in front of him holding a spear.

Your eyes met Fat Gum's, the large, tawny-gold irises surrounded by the black material of his mask, disconcerting in their wide, frank appraisal. He grinned and the lengthening of his sizeable mouth heralded a low rumble that then pitched forward seamlessly into a full throated laugh. His belly heaved and he slapped Tachibana's shoulder so hard the smaller man stumbled forward. Fat Gum wiped a tear of mirth away from his eye, completely oblivious, it seemed, to the tension that had permeated the air.

"Now this'll make a funny story."

He waved to you, large hand encased in a worn, red glove of sturdy material.

"Hiya. You must be the new columnist."

You nodded slowly before approaching.

"I am. But are introductions really in order? It seems Mister Tachibana was doing a good enough job before I came along."

The assistant editor sputtered.

"Now, I meant no harm. You have to understand - "

"Ya, he was telling me watch my back 'round you, missy," Fat Gum chirped cheerfully.

One of the sidekicks, a dark-haired boy, moaned slightly before covering his face. The other boy flashed a sharp row of teeth in an amused grin. Fat Gum continued undeterred, now munching on a stick of pocky he had pulled from God-knows-where.

"That ain't gonna change how I work, obviously. You're welcome over at my agency any time! Come see how we do things. Get to know the town. You're gonna need to be familiar with stuff if you wanna get in on the good stories, ya know?"

So saying, he handed you a stick of pocky. You took it. You weren't sure you had a choice in the matter. Fat Gum offered a small salute and a "See ya!" before turning his portly form towards the main road and ambling off, trailing his sidekicks in his sizeable wake.

Tachibana mumbled some half-hearted apology before hurrying into the building, leaving you standing on the street with your satchel slung over your shoulder.

Well.

That was certainly one way to start your first day at work. Your patchy history with pro-heroes had followed you all the way out here, it seemed. Not that you expected any different. This hero, Fat Gum, seemed genuinely unconcerned though.

Raising the stick of pocky to your mouth thoughtfully, you took a bite.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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Dance For Me (Fatgum x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Can I give you an extra birthday gift, baby boy?"

Pairing: Taishiro “Fatgum” Toyomitsu x Black!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you give Fatgum the experience of a lifetime when his friends drag him to a strip club for his birthday.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black-coded (but anyone can still read this); Reader is Fem; Reader is a Stripper/Pole Dancer; Fatgum in Skinny & Fat Form; Strangers to Lovers; Erotic Dancing; Stripping; Body Worship; Lap/Thigh Grinding; Foreplay; Dirty Talk; Deepthroating; Outercourse; Clothed Sex; Cum in Pants; No PIV Sex; Cum on Body; Scent Marking; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: The happiest birthday to my maaaaan 🥰 Enjoy y'all! -Jazz

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Can you imagine Taishiro’s first time in a strip club? I’d imagine it’d be on his birthday.

Walk with me for a second, y’all.

Taishiro isn’t exactly inexperienced when it comes to women. He has had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups, but most of them have been short-lived due to his quirk. It gets tiring to keep himself in his skinnier form day in and day out just to please his partners, but he also knows that this form is the most aesthetically and physically pleasing to most of them.

It’s sad that even he realizes it. Though he is loved by the public, it’s different in the bedroom and in romantic relationships. Because of that, he’s a bit hesitant to shift into his fat form around women he’s interested in. Because of that, he hasn’t done much dating or hookups. He just wouldn’t be able to handle rejection or humiliation for his body.

His friends think he’s being stupid. “Do you know how many women out there would want to fuck you in any form?” Mirko asked him. “You just need to find them! They’re out there!” Hawks had chimed in, equally as certain that Taishiro could find the right woman. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And I know just where to find ‘em. Your birthday is coming up, right?”

Taishiro looked at him curiously while he slurped down his ramen noodles. “Yeah, in about a week,” he replied. “Why?” Hawks just grinned at him, a secret glint in his eyes. Taishiro would regret not pushing the discussion further when he finds himself at a strip club with his friends a week later. Mirko, Hawks, and Yu practically drag him out of the restaurant to hit the club despite his constant protests and pleas for a trip to a parfait shop instead.

While, again, his eyes aren't virgins to the naked female body, he has never seen so much ass and titty in one place! Can you imagine that man walking into the club with his six-something-foot self? He stands out like a sore thumb among the crowd, catching the eyes of customers and employees walking about.

His eyes catch the jiggling of asscheeks on a bottle girl or the shaking thighs of a dancer on the pole wearing the skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen on a woman. He walks into the club his skinny form too. Though he isn’t afraid to walk around in his fat form, he usually opts for his skinny form in unfamiliar places.

Unfamiliar places like this one. Standing among the dancers and purple lights, he feels like an alien on another world. He’s never been in a strip club before, so he’s pretty nervous. What do you even do here? Where do you put your hands? Do you ask the dancer for one? He feels stupid standing here with his friends, like a little kid on his first day of school.

His friends push him to sit down in a secluded booth in the VIP section, immediately ordering a round of shots for them. “Time to celebrate your birthday in style, my friend,” Hawks says, smirking at him. “So how do you feel, big man? First time good so far?”

Taishiro doesn’t want to upset his friends, so he plasters on a smile and say, “Y-Yeah! Totally good!” But deep inside, all he wants to do is go home. This isn’t for him. He probably won’t even get a dance. With someone as suave as Hawks, gorgeous as Rumi, and popular as Yu, he’ll be the last pick if not picked at all. But he still indulges in the shots sitting before him, grinning bashfully when his friends shout happy birthday to him.

“So now you get to choose your dancer, ‘Shiro!” Yu excitedly proclaims, sitting next to Mirko. “So who do you want? Choose whoever and it’s on us!” Though it’s a kind gesture, Taishiro is still nervous as hell. He’s never gotten a dance before. Looking around, he blushes crimson at the sight of dancers tossing ass in their clients’ laps. Would he be able to handle such a thing?

“I heard you’re lookin’ for a dance,” an enticing voice says above him. When he looks up and saw your pretty, brown eyes staring down at him, the entire room fades around the room. All that is here now are you and him. All the other people are gone.

He barely believes his eyes as he drinks you in––you’re wearing a sheer mini dress draped over your luscious, curvaceous body that exposes the tiny bra and thong set underneath. You paired the outfit with knee-high boots that he bets barely make you taller than him if he is to stand up. The lights illuminate your skin and glossed, plump lips that curl into a smile directed at him.

“Hey,” you greet, chewing on your gum. “Fatgum, right? I know you. I’m a big fan.” Taishiro isn’t be able to speak, his tongue heavy and mouth dry. “He says thank you,” Hawks quickly says while Mirko and Yu laugh. “And yeah, he’s lookin’ for a dance. Would you maybe wanna fill that spot for him?”

“It’s his birthday,” Mirko adds with a wink. “Treat him well.”

Your eyes, looking bigger with the lashes and mascara, tick from his friends back to Taishiro. “Of course,” you’d purr. “How could I not treat a pro well?” You then lean in across the table towards him, giving him a peek of your cleavage. “So what would you like, Mr. Fatgum?” you sultry ask the pro. “Would you like a dance from me?”

Taishiro, once again, isn’t able to speak. He just nods, growing hard from your breathy, soft laugh. Out of everything he’s seen tonight, your laugh makes him rock hard. “Would you like the dance here or private?” you ask. “We’ve got private rooms behind the stage. They’re the champagne rooms.”

You wait patiently for his answer, acting oddly sweet for someone working in such an environment. You obviously know that this is his first time and be very understanding which turns him on even more. “Private,” he finds himself answering, earning a whoop from Mirko. A pleased smile curls onto your glossy lips as your hand found his, lacing your fingers together. “Then let’s go, big boy,” you purr, helping him out of his seat.

His friends embarrassingly cheer him on as you lead him away to the champagne rooms. When he stands, he realizes that he does, in fact, stand at a head taller than you. You look like a munchkin compared to him. He follows, feeling robotic almost with his clanky legs and stiff joints. Everything moves in slow motion except for you two. He isn’t be able to tear his eyes off of your asscheeks jiggling and bouncing like jell-O in front of him, your long, curly hair swishing across your backside. His cock chubs against his jeans, desperate for release. ‘Not now,’ he chastises himself. The last thing he needs is to get hard here.

You bring him into one of the clean, dimly-lit rooms with its mini-bar, private stage, and circulating sofa bed. The noises of the club are muffled, adding to the atmosphere. You let go of his hand and situate yourself near the pole, your heels clicking across the floor. As you walk, your ass jiggles, beckoning him forward for a squeeze. “Sit down and relax yourself,” you tell him. “This is your night, Mr. Fatgum.”

Taishiro does as he’s told. He sits back against the couch cushions, his thick legs open and hands gripping his thighs in an effort to relax. “Taishiro,” he croaks out, clearing his throat. “Call me Taishiro.”

You stop and look at him, your hair swishing over your shoulder. The smile that curls onto your lips fills him with butterflies. “Okay, Taishiro,” you agree, your name on his lips making him even harder. “So tell me what you want me to do.” Your hand reaches for the pole and as you grasp it, you bring your body flush against it. Your eyes, illuminated by the light, stare deep into his from across the room. “I’m all yours tonight, birthday boy.”

Taishiro swallows hard, still nervous but also incredibly aroused. How is that you can seduce him without barely touching him or saying anything dirty?

But he does tell you exactly what he wants you to do. He suddenly feels slightly more comfortable with the tequila setting in and the private room allowing him the space to breathe. “I-I just want you to dance,” he softly stutters. “I don’t care about the music. I just wanna watch you move.”

You smile for him, so pretty and sweet. “Sure, birthday boy,” you softly giggle. “Lemme just get the music goin’. You release the pole and walk over to the little stereo near the mini-bar and flip a switch. The music that begins to pump from the speakers would be soft and smooth, R&B-like. Taishiro knows he’s heard it before, possibly on TikTok.

All other thoughts that aren’t of you go out the window when you begin to slowly strut over to the pole again, your eyes set dead on him. He especially chunks all other thoughts into the trash when you begin to move. You move perfectly to the music as if you’re made of it, your hips swaying sensually and hair swishing around your shoulders. Your eyes, two deep pools of brown, stare into his, never straying or looking away. You securely grasp the pole with both hands, one lower than the other, and gyrate your hips, making your ass jiggle enticingly to the beat.

‘Fuck!’ Taishiro thinks, staring shamelessly at the jiggling fat. That thing that you’re lugging around should be illegal. Especially how you move it. It’s so hypnotizing the way it bounces and sways depending on the tempo of the song. When it’s slow enough, you wind and grind your thick hips suggestively against the pole, squatting with your legs open to give him a peek of the tiny cotton strip of your thong that hides the promise land from him.

But when the tempo picks up, that ass is moving like it is made for him. He can’t keep his eyes off of the way your asscheeks bounce up and down and your thick thighs jiggle in time with your moves. You giggle to yourself as you bend over for him, causing your thong to sink deeper into your ass and make your cheeks look that much fatter. It suddenly feels hot in the room to Taishiro, uncomfortably so. He swallows every five seconds and shifts positions in his seat, trying in vain to ease the tension in his pants.

He damn near loses his mind when you begin to finally break out the pole tricks. You grasp the pole with both hands and swing yourself around, your black heels dangling from above. He watches you, transfixed on the way you move like the wind is beneath your feet, the lights illuminating the muscles flexing beneath your luscious skin and body.

Every move you make, he is impressed and enchanted––splits; swings; backward bends. He loves it when you bend backward. There’s something about how you look when you’re in the air, your hair cascading down and your pretty face glinting in the lights.

It’s like he’s watching a movie. He goes from sitting back against the couch to sitting up straight, eyes forward and lips parted in anticipation for your next move. His cock is damn near weeping at this point, pre-cum embarrassingly staining the inside of his boxers. He keeps his thighs closed because of that, not wanting you to see or notice his hard-on although he's sure you’ve seen plenty. With how you move, he knows you have.

When the song finally comes to an end, you finally settle back down on your heels on the floor, effortless and skilled. Sweat glistens on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and between your breasts where Taishiro finds his tongue wanting to be. You smile at him, proud of your work.

“You enjoy that?” you ask, out of breath. It sounds so sexy to him. He nods, too transfixed to speak. “I’m glad,” you laugh, secretly endeared by his cuteness. “That was all for you, after all.”

Taishiro finally manages to snap some sense into himself when he realizes that you’ve stopped moving. The dance is over. ‘No,’ he thinks. ‘That can’t be! I want more of her.’

“Uh,” he stutters out, “s-so is my time here…over?” You raise a questionable eyebrow at him. “Do you want it to be?” you ask. He blushes rogue, adverting his gaze from yours. “Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly. “I’m not used to this. I’ve never been to this type of club before, s-so I’m not sure how things work around here.”

His eyes tick back to yours when he hears your heels clicking across the floor, getting closer and closer. His heart leaps when he realizes that you’re walking over to him. The lump in his throat grows as does his cock, hardening every second you grow nearer. Finally, you stand in front of him and hook a leg over his hip, his face now practically in your crotch.

“I was told to give you a dance,” you purr. “So that’s what I’m going to do.” You smile down at him, the idea of him being smaller than you makes him want to burst. “And plus, I want to. So would you like me to?”

Taishiro is close to fainting as he stares up at you, not sure what’s happening but also liking it. “T-to dance for me?” he carefully asks. You slowly nod as the next song starts: “Body” by Summer Walker. “S-Sure,” he nervously replies. “I’d like that a lot.” A happy smile brightens up your pretty face like sunshine before you gently push him back to sit against the pillows.

Then, without another word said between you, you dance. With your leg still hiked up over his side, you proceed to grind your hips into his face, staring down at him with hooded eyes as you do. Taishiro gets even more worked up with you up close and personal. You’re so close that he could pull your little dress up, your thong to the side, and eat you out if he wanted to…and he does want to. The urge to taste you is strong. But he won’t dare overstep your boundaries or violate the rules of the club. He’s sure that touching the dancers is a big no-no.

So he keeps his hands to himself, balled up right at his sides. You then take your leg off of the couch and lower it before continuing your dance. Your hips wind before him, moving in one circular direction and then clockwise. You then slowly stand and turn around, your ass jiggling in his face when you bend down to touch your toes.

You then drop to your knees and proceed to do moves on the floor, hips circulating against the floor, your back arching sensually. The giggles that leave your lips are even more arousing. It means that you’re enjoying this. You like making him work up a sweat like this. His fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms from the force while his cock strains painfully against his jeans. He’s never been this horny in his life.

He just about jumps out of his skin when you suddenly slide up between his thighs, your hands moving to run over his abs. “Such a nice body,” you coo. Your eyes sparkle as you stare up at him. “You can touch me, y’know. I don’t usually let my customers touch me, but I think I can make an exception for you.” You wink at him before standing and sitting down on his lap where you proceed to toss your ass back into his lap.

Taishiro grunts as the softness of your plush asscheeks hits his groin, brushing up against his hard cock. But he doesn’t dare touch you. He can’t. He knows that if he does, nothing will hold back his fat form anymore. He can feel it pushing to be released, causing his body to tremble. You must notice too because you look back at him, your eyebrows knitted. “You alright, Taishiro?” you ask, sounding concerned.

Taishiro grits his teeth as he smiles at you, doing his best to seem normal. “Yeah,” he assures you. “It’s not you, it’s all me. It’s kinda hard to feel…comfortable like this.” He hopes he thinks you mean that he’s just horny, but something in your face tells him that isn’t it.

You pop off of him and twist around to face him, your hands holding his knees. “You don’t have to keep this up, y’know,” you giggle. “You can let go. I’m gonna judge you or anything for your other form.”

Taishiro’s eyes widen, wondering how you know just what the problem is. Can you see it on his face? Can you feel it in his body? Your hands begin to sneak up his shirt to reveal his big, toned body complete with a happy trail, chest hair, and two hardened, pink nipples.

Taishiro groans as your nails drag against his skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. “I wanna see you,” you purr, your eyes hooded and lustful. “C’mon, big boy. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He blinks at you, shocked. A pretty woman like you is willingly asking to see him in his fat form? “A-Are you sure?” he asks, still uncertain.

You suddenly stand, your smile fading. Without a word, you hook your leg up onto the cushion again and take his big hand in your tinier one. He lets you, mouth parted in disbelief when you suddenly press his hand up against your mound. He gasps when he feels the heat radiating from it and the wetness staining your thong. “Does this feel like I’m sure?” you ask breathlessly.

He slowly shakes his head, watching his own hand stroke you through your underwear. His thumb is big enough to cover your entire clit which he finds rubbing in small circles through the wet fabric of your thong. A shuddery moan leaves your lips, making his cock turn rock solid. “Can I tell you a secret, Taishiro?” you softly ask, batting those pretty lashes at him.

He dumbly nods, eyes lust-blown. “Uh-huh,” he softly murmurs. You lean in toward him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I’ve been like this ever since you walked into the club tonight,” you whisper. “I wanted to be the one to dance for you. Only you.” Your lips peck him lightly on the cheek, leaving a sticky ring of gloss in their wake.

You then pull away to look at him where he sees nothing but longing and lust in them. “Can I please see you?” you sweetly ask, peering down at him with those big eyes and lashes.

Taishiro doesn’t need any more confirmation that this is what you want. That he is what you want. “Anything you want,” he practically growls, unable to hold himself back any longer. He can already feel himself starting to shift and his cock beginning to leak through his jeans. Only now he doesn’t care to hide it.

Right before your excited eyes, he shifts into his fat form. His body grows bigger and pudgier, his rock-hard abs and stomach growing into pudge. He is now all big and burly with thick thighs, rolls, and a gut. Though the muscle mass is still there, it hides behind his chubby body that your eyes roam over in absolute lust. It feels good to have someone so pretty and sexy see him in such a way and not shy away from him. In contrast, you look like you want a piece of whatever he’s bringing to the table.

“Oh,” you purr, sliding your hands up his pudgy thighs. “Now there’s my big boy.” You pause, your eyebrows narrowing in concern. “Is it still okay I call you that?”

Taishiro nearly busts right there. Your patience and sweetness is making him crazy! “Honey, you can call me whatever the fuck you want,” he groans. “Just please keep touching me.”

At this, you giggle, pleased with his answer. You give him what he wants, trailing your hands and acrylic nails all over his body. You tweak and suck on his nipples, emitting soft groans and whimpers from his lips that he feels no embarrassing making. You drag your nails up and down his stomach, the slightly sharp feeling causing his skin to tingle. You pepper his skin in kisses, never shying away from any part of him.

You make him feel like a fucking king. You wound up between his thighs, kissing his lower stomach with your nails dragging across his thick, pudgy thighs. “That feel good, baby boy?” you coo.

It feels like the air in his lungs is being constricted with how hard it suddenly is to breathe. The room feels too hot and tight, the walls closing in around him. But this has nothing to do with anxiety or anything close to it. It has everything to do with how horny he is. All he can think about is cumming all over your pretty face. “Y-Yes,” he whimpers. “S-So good.”

You pause your kisses for a moment, confusing him. “Do you want more?” you inquire, looking up at him from between his thighs. His brows furrow in confusion and shock. “What do you mean?” he asks, hoping he isn’t mistaken by what he thinks you are insinuating. You couldn’t possibly mean…

You stare up at him with a look that nearly has him creaming his pants, your long, faux lashes framing your pretty eyes. “I wanna taste you, Taishiro,” you purr. “I wanna know just what's hiding behind these jeans.” Your hand moves to palm his bulge through his jeans, emitting a grin from him. “I-I thought the dancers here don’t do that,” he stutters out.

A humorous smile pulls onto your glossy lips. “Some don’t, some do,” you snicker. “It’s a rule to not engage in sex with customers, but the girls here gotta make some extra dough.” You lean your head against his thigh, the sight giving him some very unholy thoughts of him fucking your face. “Plus, I told you already that I can make an exception for you.”

Your hand continuous to palm him through his pants, moving in slow circles and applying the right pressure––not to hard but not too soft. Taishiro leans his head back and moans, the sound loud and unabashed. “I can feel you already,” you moan. “You’re drippin’ for me, baby boy. That’s so hot.” He looks down, finding that his pre has begun to stain his jeans. But for some reason, he isn’t mortified; not with the lustful look in your eyes.

You look up at him again, a sensual look on your face. “So can I give you an extra birthday gift, birthday boy?” you ask. Taishiro has never gotten his belt loosened so quick in his life. “So eager!” you laugh, helping him take his pants down to his ankles. He watches you loop your hands through his boxers, his body on fire. “Are you kiddin’ me?” he scoffs. “How can I not be with someone as beautiful as you?”

You don’t reply to his sweet comment immediately. That’s because you’re too busy gaping at his cock when it is released from its prison. He is big, thick, and extremely hard. The bulbous, pink head drips in pre-cum which dribbles enticingly down his thick shaft where a couple veins throb under the tender skin of his cock. He keeps himself trimmed, each golden-blonde public cut short but curly like the hair on his belly and chest. From his cock hangs two heavy balls, soft, sinewy with blonde hair, and holding all the cum he has for you and you alone.

He relishes in your gaze, feeling like the sexiest man in the world. “No,” you coo. “You're the beautiful one here, birthday boy.” You start by spitting all over his cock, causing him to groan at the sight of your saliva dripping over his shaft and balls. Then you begin to stroke him, having to use both hands because he’s just too damn big for one.

Taishiro’s toes curl in his sneakers while his head tips back. “Shit!” he hisses, unable to hold back his choice words or sounds of pleasure. Your soft, tiny hands feel so good stroking his big dick. Every move you back causes his body to tingle, his cells to come alive from the pleasure you’re giving him. The lewd, wet sounds of your hands stroking his wet cock don’t do him any good either. He’s a lost cause.

Especially when you finally wrap your lips around him. Taishiro’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull the minute he feels your soft lips and wet tongue wrap around him, turning all kinds of tricks and skills on his dick. Flicking, licking, sucking.

“F-Fuck,” he groans, gripping the couch beneath him. He’s never been treated so well. You’re such a good little cocksucker. He blushes red at the nasty thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a horrible way!

But the way you’re sucking on his dick and taking him in your throat is making him think different. You grip the base of his cock with one hand as you open your throat for him, taking him as deep as you can go. The gagging sounds that emit from your pretty throat nearly makes him cum, especially when combined with the way your throat tightens around him. So wet…so tight… He wonders if your pussy is this good too.

He bets it is. He bets it has a tight grip like your hand stroking his cock with quick strokes that have the cum rising in his cock. He bets it’s just as wet as your throat, dripping saliva down his balls. He bets you’d moan so pretty and loud for him every time he plunges his cock into you, hitting that spot that’d have you seeing stars and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He can feel your pussy now squeezing around him, urging him to cum.

“F-fuck, darlin’!” he groans, gripping the couch for dear life. “I’m gonna cum soon! You’re gonna make me cum!”

You hum appreciatively, nodding your head. The way your head bobs causes his cock to brush against the roof of your mouth, sending tingles throughout his dick. “Cum for me, baby boy,” you urge, speeding up your stroking until his toes are curling and his thighs are shaking. “Cum all over my face.”

You go back to eagerly sucking him off, slurping him down like it’ll be your last meal for a while. His balls begin to tighten. He can feel himself reaching his peak. But something stops him: the fact that you won’t be cumming too. Though your mouth feels good enough to burst, he knows his release would feel even better if you’re feeling good too. Call him a people pleaser.

“No!” he desperately cries out. “No, please, don’t! I-I don’t wanna cum yet!”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you pop off of his cock with a wet “pop!”, saliva dribbling from your plump, bottom lip. Why not?” you ask, sounding utterly confused. It’s so cute. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your chin in his big, strong hand. “‘Cause I wanna cum when you do,” he breathlessly replies. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

You stare at him for a moment as if trying to piece together if he’s serious. He’s sure that you’re used to men who take what they want and leave you feeling unappreciated in your line of work. But not this man. He wants to give you every ounce of pleasure he can while you’re together. “Baby,” you giggle, looking touched by his need to please you too. But you deserve it. With the amount of energy it took to dance for him and suck the soul out of his dick, he’ll gladly give you the goddamn moon.

Before you can agree (or even disagree), your phone suddenly beeps. You pull it out from inside your boot and groan in frustration at what waits for you there. “Shit,” you sigh. “I have to go on bottle service in five minutes. We don’t have much time.” You look utterly disappointed as you toss your phone to the side.

You aren’t the only one. Taishiro would’ve wanted to feel your wet pussy and thighs on his face or even bend you over to fuck you silly until you came all over him. But obviously, that isn’t in the plan right now. “Then what do you want me to do?” he asks, eager to please you. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them. “I’ll do anything. I just wanna get you off too.”

You smile at his eagerness, happiness lighting up your entire face. “Just sit there,” you reply. Taishiro obeys, staying put despite his throbbing, aching cock hanging between his thighs. He just about has a stroke when you take your dress off, revealing your bra and thong. He commits the outfit to memory. You then turn around and hook your legs over his lap, straddling him, his naked cock pressed up against your wet, fabric-covered pussy.

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, riding his cock. He watches it slide between your thighs and across your asscrack, and back again to poke at that wet cunt that feels like an oven with how hot it is. You turn to face him over your shoulder, swishing your hair in the process. “Is this okay?” you ask breathlessly. “It’s not weird?”

He knows what you want instantly and grasps your hips, pulling you closer. His cock pushes against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Fuck no,” he huffs. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

The more you roll those hips and grind that pussy down into his cock, the more he's starting to believe it. He can only imagine how this would feel if you moved your thong to the side, but he doesn’t have a condom and he isn’t sure if you’re on protection. He doesn’t care to ask. All he cares about is cumming and more importantly, cumming with you.

His eyes drink in the way you toss your hair and ass around, loving how good you’re feeling. That ass is especially a sight to see. The way the thong digs into your asscheeks, making them look so plump and jiggly is almost too much. He can just imagine your ass bouncing like that while his big cock is inside of you, stretching you out. His hand is coming down to smack your ass before he can stop himself.

You gasp as the loud sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek fills the air. “S-sorry!” he immediately apologizes. “I should’ve asked first! You just looked so good.”

His face grows hot, alarmed at himself. He’s never felt so feral for a woman before. But when you lean back and cup his face in your hand, he realizes that you’re much different. You’re a freak. “I liked it,” you whimper, pleaing with your eyes. “Do it again.”

He obliges, bringing his hand down to smack your ass again. And again. And again. The sharp sound of his hand hitting your luscious asscheeks causes him to grind up into you, meeting the roll of your hips. Moans, gasps, and shuddery exhales fill the air as you both grind your bodies against each other, his wet cock sliding against your pussy. “Talk to me, baby boy,” you beg. “Please just say something!”

Taishiro is happy to oblige. “You feel so good for me, darlin’,” he groans, his cock growing beneath your pussy the more you grind against it. “I feel so good I can’t taste this pretty little pussy. I wanna make you feel good too.”

You once again look behind you, letting him see those pretty eyes. “You are,” you whisper. “And you can taste me too.” You then move your fingers beneath your thong waistband where he can hear the sound of your wet pussy when you swish your fingers in it.

You then take your fingers out, giving him a peek of your juices glistening on them. You reach back and he leans forward, immediately latching his mouth around your fingers to suck your essence off of him. He groans at your taste, his tongue swirling around your digits. You’re heavenly. “I taste good, Daddy?” you ask, smirking at him.

He doesn’t know if it’s the taste of you on his tongue or if it’s the nickname, but something ignites in Taishiro that has him going completely off the rails for you. Suddenly, he’s leaning up and latching his arms around your body, holding your arms down so you can’t leave. A cute little squeak of surprise leaves your mouth that turns into a shuddery moan when his hips grind against your cunt harder, faster, urging you to cum.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles. “I just have to cum, and I want you to cum too.”

He can tell from the way your body is tensing that you’re close. He leans in to your ear, his breath fanning across your face. “Can you do that for me, baby doll? Can you cum all over my thigh like a good girl?” His teeth nip at your earlobe as his cock glides across your swollen clit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. “Like my good little dancer?” he whispers.

“Yes!” you cry out, your pretty voice bouncing off of the walls. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy! ‘M gonna cum!” You begin to babble as your release gets closer, your hips moving on their own. His one hand finds one of your breasts to play with, fondling it under your bra cup while he watches your ass grind down into his cock. “Me too,” he groans. “You’re just too much for me.”

And you are. The softness and thickness of your body, the heat radiating off of your soaked pussy, and the way your thighs tremble against his finally takes him over the edge. “Take it!” he growls. “Take all of this cum, baby doll! My pretty lil’ dancer…” You whine in response as your orgasm takes over, making you shake and shudder against him.

When you both cum, you cum hard. Loud moans of your release fill the room as you gush in your thong and Taishiro sprays his cum all over your pussy and thighs, creating one creamy mess. You continue to grind against his softening cock despite how much he moans and shudders at the feeling. “S-slow down please!” he begs. “S-So sensitive!” Relentless tingles course through his body as his orgasm rolls on, shocking him to his core.

You laugh at his whimpers, poking your bottom lip out at him. “Sorry,” you giggle. “Hearing those moans are just so hot.” With a soft moan, you rise off of him, revealing how much he actually came. “Wow,” you laugh, shocked. “That’s a lot of cum, baby boy.”

And how! His nut coats his thighs and pudgy stomach as well as your thighs, thong, and bra, dripping off of your skin. “Oh, no, your outfit!” he gasps, mortified. “I’m so, so sorry! Can I pay for dry cleaning? How much is it? I’ll give you the money on top of your pay for the dance.”

You begin to laugh at his panic, the sound like music to him. “Taishiro, it’s fine,” you say through a fit of giggles. “I can just wipe it off.” You walk over to the mini-bar and bend down, giving him a good view of your ass. You then retrieve some baby wipes from a drawer and hand him some to clean up with. Relief floods him when you wipe your cum off of your underwear and skin, nothing staining.

“See?” you hum. “All clean.” You give him a smile that eases his nerves and fills with him a calm sensation despite what just transpired between you. A comfortable silence fills the air as you both dress yourselves, the sinful act of what you just did hidden. You then turn to him, pressing your hands against his chest. “Did you enjoy your gift?” you purr.

His cock twitches at the memory of your thighs and wet cunt. “Immensely,” he sighs. “That was…amazing.” He puts his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. ”You were amazing.”

He wants more of you. Much, much more.

You lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his in a nuzzle that gives him tingles all over. “I’d wanna stay and snuggle, but I’ve gotta get back to work,” you sigh, sounding disappointed. You aren’t the only one. He really doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you. He’s never felt so free with a woman before, especially one that embraces his fat form.

You look up at him, almost bashful and shy now. “I wanna see you again though. I’m sure as a pro, you’ve got your busy schedule or anything, but if you ever find yourself here again or–“

“Yes!” he practically shouts. He then retracts, blushing despite bursting with joy. “Yeah,” he calmly says. “I wanna see you again too.” He pulls away from you slightly, playfully teasing you. “But I think I’d need your number for that,” he chuckles. He eyes your phone across the room on the couch.

You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully ticking your nail against your chin. “I don’t know,” you hum. “Do snuggles come with that?” For some reason, his cock twitches even more at the idea of cuddling with you. He smiles down at you, his hand gliding down to cup your ass. “Of course, darlin’. Don't you know I’m a seasoned snuggle professional?”

You then smile brightly, giving him the impression that this is what you wanted to hear. After he slides his phone out and you put your number in for him, you stand up on your tip toes and press a sticky kiss to his cheek, signaling your departure. “Well, I’ve gotta get changed,” you announce. He releases you and watches you walk to the door, hating to see you go but loving to watch you leave.

You turn to him before you open the door, a sexy smirk playing on your lips. “I’ll be seein’ you, birthday boy. And you’d better call me.” Taishiro smirks back at you, shoving his hands in his pockets as if that will hide his excitement. “I can try to work around my busy schedule for that.”

You giggle at his playfulness and your hand goes for the doorknob. But you never reach for it. It pauses in mid-air as you gasp thoughtfully to yourself. “Oh, and I almost forgot!” You turn and skip back over to him, the cutest smile on your face as you do.

Before he can take a breath, you’re grasping him and pressing your lips against his, promising more endless nights of this as his mouth glides against yours. Slowly, you pull away and smile at your glittery gloss now all over his mouth. “Happy birthday,” you whisper.

Taishiro heart pounds against his chest as a smile crosses his lips too. His hand then reaches down into his pocket where he slips out a $100, crisp and clean. He slides it into your bra strap, emitting a bellied laugh from you. “Thanks for the gift,” he chuckles.

THE END.

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tsukimefuku · 2 days

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• SHOTA AIZAWA (ERASER HEAD)

Sunset (fluff): you and Aizawa chat briefly before an important day.

• TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU (FATGUM)

Soon.

• KAINA TSUTSUMI (LADY NAGANT)

Soon.

• KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS)

Soon.

• TOSHINORI YAGI (ALLMIGHT)

Soon.

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succubus-nini · 2 years

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My darling Bakerᰔᩚ

Fatgum x Black!Reader

When Fat gum first met you, he was hooked. But you were stubborn, as a black person is, So he just wins you over, step by step.

Quirk: Ivy. You are practically Ivy from Marvel, Only if you overuse your quirk, you will very well die because the plant quirk makes you pretty immune to shit. So when you do get sick, HELLA Fatal🥰

Y/N was a owner of the Bakery downtown, "The Blooming Garden" . The bakery was your dream since you were little, as you weren't exactly(allowed/ didn't want to/ wasn't qualified ect. ) to be a hero.

You loved your bakery. It was your pride, your livelihood. You couldn't imagine being without your bakery because of a villain. It was too horrible for you to imagine.

The first time you met Fat gum was when he was in his slim form and needed to refill. Fatgun was around 5'11 or 6'0, you couldn't tell.

Now in his normal form, he's a solid 8'2. But you've never seen Fatgum, nor his slim form. So you, the innocent baker, though he was just a new customer.

"Wow.. I didn't expect a actual garden..-" He said, genuinely impressed at the flowers and vines that gave the place a cozy meadow vibe. Taishiro would look at the baker who was kneading some dough and his heart skipped a beat.

Why were you so perfect? The way the afternoon sun hit your dark skin and how your hair swayed with each movement of your hands, he thought he had died and went to heaven.

It took you a minute to notice the tall man. Once you did you smiled warmly at him and stopped what you were doing. "Welcome to my Bakery! What is on your cravings list Today dear?"

Oh sweet cinnamon rolls you done got this man way to deep

His face flushed a bright pink and he smiled nervously. "Ah- Well I'm new around here so, Can I get one of everything?" He asked, taking notice your taken aback expression.

Not once did ANYBODY say they wanted one of everything. That's damn near 150 dollars. You raised a eyebrow and huffed.

"Listen, I get you are new to this bakery, but I don't do things like that unle-" You paused as he got out cash money. So he was serious??

"How much would that be?" He asked, smiling at you with that bright aura of his. It was obvious he didn't hear what you were just saying as he was absorbed into his own world.

"... 150.00-" Y/N sighed in defeat, going behind the counter and putting one of every baked sweet you had in their assortment boxes, then proceeding to hand him the bag after ringing up the items.

The hero smiled even brighter at how you had given up on denying him and just snickered at how adorable your pout was. "Cute.." He mumbled before turning to walk out the door.

"Bye hun, See you soon." Taishiro said, eating a blueberry muffin as the door jingled at his exit.

A hour later you were closing up shop when you remembered him. "Seriously, Is he ok.." You muttered.

After closing the bakery you couldn't help but feel a bit more uneasy at how dark it was.

"Is it seriously 7:00?" Y/N questioned she made her way back to her house. Now you weren't dumb or oblivious, so you noticed it quickly when you felt the eyes of a unknown person on you after walking past a alleyway.

You especially knew it was on you went past the police station and the feeling you were being watched dismissed only after you past said police station.

Eventually you paused and turned around, dropping your bag with a clenched fist next to you and staring into the darkness that you just left. You opened your mouth and intensified your stare.

Being the one person who has actively planned out a death but never went through with it you just stood there. The offender took a step towards you and you instantly lifted your hand. He raised an eyebrow as you opened your mouth to speak.

"Alright you disgusting stalker weirdo come on over so I can knock some sense into you.." Y/n said through gritted teeth as she rolled her sleeves up and prepared herself for a fight.

The person stepped into view and smiled. "Why there's no need to be violent baby, we can talk this out at my place with a bottle of wine, what do you say?" This guy was a new female offender, as he was now known for stalking women before convincing them to go with him, then he'd kill them.

"Touch me and you lose your ability to tell you mouth from your ass." You said, Your hair now covering your eye as the guy ran and laid a nasty finger on your shoulder.

The next morning you were at the bakery, making some cinnamon rolls that was called in, along with some beef teriyaki, when Fatgum in his fat form and his work study students walked in. The red-haired one looked around in awe at how nature themed the place was. The purple haired one with his hood up just stayed hidden behind Fatgum.

You didn't know any of them. You remembered faces, and Fatgum seemed similar to the guy who came in yesterday, the jackets were the same. As you finished frosting the cinnamon rolls, you heard the red one say how Manly your bakery was. It made you snicker at how honest he sounded.

"Why thank you, built it myself and nearly died." You said as the red one's eyes widened. You took notice of all three's shocked expression as some other customers walked in with gifts. You were quite confused, it wasn't (birthday) yet, was it??

Just as you doubted, it was your birthday. These people were your friends from high school, and some recent friends who frequent your café. They all focused on you, not even sparing The three a word other than "Excuse me." or "Morning." before smothering you in endless love and support.

You got them to settle down just enough to apologize to Fatgum, Kirishima and Amajiki. "I deeply apologize about this. I don't know why but around these parts of town my birthday has become some time of celebration."

You said before packing up the large cinnamon rolls and the beef teriyaki. "And it's on the house." After handing the two boxes to Fatgum everyone walked out the bakery and gave you enough space to close it early for the day.

"Oh yeah, Y/N you have a stain that looks like blood on your bag." One of your friends said and you deadpanned you slowly turned to them with murder in your eyes. "I killed someone before opening the bakery." You said, making it unable for everyone else to tell if you were serious or not.

"I'm joking!" You said, flicking their nose. "It's ketchup from the spaghetti I had last night." Y/n laughed and her friends laughed. "You are a dark person." Your male friend said before both of your friends walked you away to you're favorite hangout spot, leaving Fatgum and his students standing at the bakery.

A/n- This is gonna be a part one and I'll work on the dabi part two when I wake up tomorrow. Love y'all <3

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the-piantist · 1 year

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|Sweet Tooth| Taishiro Toyomitsu

He stood on the street corner, his hands pressed flat against the window's glass, his eyes wandering longingly along the length of the display before him.

Strawberries were ribboned in a glaze of rich chocolate stripes, handcrafted, flaky truffles, and gourmet chocolate bars neatly arranged in a beautiful basket, nestled between parchment paper. Soft caramels and creamy orange candies, decorated with intricate designs, practically beckoned for a taste.

As some would agree, Taishiro Toyomitsu was incredibly well-known for having an insatiable sweet tooth.

A basket of brownie brittle squares caught his attention, and he knelt for a closer look, his face mere inches from the enticing sight before him.

Suddenly, a rush of brilliant pastel colors flooded his vision as a tray of French macarons was placed before him. Startled, Taishiro reared backward, nearly tripping over his own feet as he straightened up. His attention quickly snapped at the sudden intrusion, only to be met with a pair of brilliant eyes that rivaled only the smile directed his way.

He could feel the tips of his ears beginning to burn with embarrassment as he smiled back, his hand coming behind his neck in an effort to hide his awkward demeanor.

Taishiro was indeed known for having an insatiable sweet tooth, and that fact was never more evident than when he met the woman before him, whose laughter she barely contained. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short Prompts are fun to write! And today, we've started with FatGum! <3 Praise Jesus! If you liked the read and would like to show some support, here is my Ko-fi :3 conhttps://ko-fi.com/lyrique Thank you and God bless!

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newtthetranswriter · 1 year

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Word count: 1703

Paring: Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fatgum) x Transmasculine non-binary reader

Summary: Being transgender and working with idiots can be really hard, but luckily you have the softest boyfriend ever.

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, talk of binding, people being dicks, mentions of food, let me know if i missed anything that should be a warning.

A/n: So little background, one this takes place shortly after the Shie Hassakai raid, so Taishiro is in slim form. Two I wrote this because recently at work I’ve been having a lot of trouble with people misgendering me even after having conversations with management about my identity. It's getting better but still feeling kinda shitty. Anyway, enjoy this comfort fic and let me know if you like it. Also, requests are open just check my rules and character list and feel free to ask for anything.

Today was by far one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I just wanted to go to bed and not get up for anything. I spent the entire day at work being misgendered by coworkers, and customers, this really did a number on my gender dysphoria and self esteem. Every Time I was called ma'am, or heard someone refer to me as her or she I felt like all of the work I have done to pass as masculine was for nothing. I know I shouldn’t let these things get to me because people can be dicks but it still really hurts, especially when I've told coworkers multiple times that my pronouns are they/them or he/him, and they keep ignoring my wishes.

My only relief is when I get to go home to my lovely partner Taishiro Toyomitsu. We’ve been together for the past couple of years and he has been supportive the entire time. He has been with me since before I started transitioning and didn’t even bat an eye when I finally came out and decided to transition. Tai always knows what to say when I’m having a bad day, and supports me in every way that he can. I don’t know where I would be If I didn’t have him.

That’s why I was so relieved to arrive home to find him relaxing on the couch with take out from our favorite restaurant down the road. It’s like he knows when I’m having an off day before we even talk. I took my shoes and coat off, setting them by the door before plopping down on the couch leaning on his shoulder. While I enjoy the warm cuddles I get from him when he’s in his fat form, I enjoy being able to lean on his shoulder without struggle.

“Hey dumpling, you want to talk about it, or just eat dinner?” Tai asked as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

“Food first, I just want to relax with you.” I was not ready to talk about my struggles of the day yet. He just nodded and reached for a take out container with teriyaki salmon and noodles, handing it to me with a pair of chopsticks. I gladly accepted it, ready to enjoy a meal with Tai.

Before we could get too far into eating, Taishiro sat up from his current box of rice with a look of reliastion on his face. “You didn’t take off your binder.” He turned to me. I turned away slightly because I know what he was gonna say, sure he’s right I just can’t handle that right now. “Hey, I know you don’t want to, because of whatever happened today. But it’s for your own safety, I don’t want you hurting from wearing it too much. Tell you what, if you go take it off now you can wear one of my hoodies, and while you’re doing that I will put on How to Train Your Dragon cause I know it’s one of your favorites.” Tai encouraged me to go take off the constricting fabric.

I nodded begrudgingly, before getting off the couch to find the giant hoodie I had claimed as my dysphoria hoodie. It took me a minute to get my binder off and get the hoodie on, making sure to stretch out my shoulders and cough to help expand my lungs after 8 hours of compression on my chest. Once I felt somewhat comfortable, I made my way back out to the living room. “Happy now?” I said as I watched my boyfriend finish what I assume is his third box of rice judging by the empty containers stacked at the end of the coffee table. He looked up at me with rice stuck to the outside of his mouth, he smiled at me and nodded. I sat down next to him picking my food back up and playing the movie.

After about three hours, an entire table’s worth of food, and two How to train Your Dragon movies later, I was faced with a discussion I still didn’t want to have. “You should really talk about what happened at work. I know you don’t like talking about your struggles, but you can’t bottle it up all the time, dumpling.” Tai said, pulling me into his side.

I nodded but took a minute to respond. “It’s just so difficult. I work so hard to look the way I want to and people just ignore it. They just assume because I have a higher pitch voice that obviously I’m a chick. I just wish people would take in more than one feature of a person before making assumptions, or ask before calling people something.” I began ranting, and like every other time I’ve needed to vent Taishiro just listened, rubbing my back. “I hate that I’ve explicitly told people ‘hey I’m non-binary and prefer these pronouns’ and they straight up ignore it. If I didn’t need this job I would probably quit. And I know what you’re gonna say, yes technically we could comfortably live off your salary as a pro, but I can’t sit around all day. I need to do something and not be cooped up all the time. I just wish there was a way to get people to pull their heads out of their asses and be respectful.” It felt nice to get that off my chest, I truly did like working and being out of the house, but dealing with assholes is so draining.

Taishiro didn’t immediately respond knowing that it was necessary and just pulled me closer. It may not have been long since he used up his fat stores but I could tell he was steadily building it back. He was becoming less lean and softer. I was always in awe of how much he changed because of his quirk, it honestly made me slightly jealous and that thought led me into another rant. “Uhg, I'm so jealous of you sometimes you know. You have such an amazing quirk, you get to save people and they respect you no matter what. They don’t look at you and assume you’re lazy because of your fat form, they don’t treat you differently when you expel the energy from your body and become skinny. No matter what to people you are the BMI hero Fatgum. But when people look at me, I’m just some chick trying to pretend to be a guy. If only I had a quirk that let me change how I looked, I would be able to look how I want when I want and I wouldn’t have to wait ages to get approved for surgeries to make me feel comfortable in my own body. Hell if I even just had a quirk people would probably respect me more.” I finish slightly out of breath.

I heard a sigh from above me and looked up at Taishiro. “Don’t say that. People respect you plenty. Plus you’re perfect the way you are. You are so much braver than most of the pro heroes I’ve worked with. You face the world everyday with a smile on your face even when you feel less than perfect. You treat everyone with respect even when they don’t really deserve it. And yes people will look at me no matter what and see Fatgum the BMI hero, but only you look at me and see Taishiro. You’re the only one who knows how frustrating it is for me to find clothes because of my size, or how tired I get after using up all my fat. You are the only person I want to see when I’m eating a grocery store worth of food in one sitting because it’s not a pretty site and I know you won’t judge me. The people love Fatgum because he can save them and not break a sweat, they love that in dire situations he goes from an 8 foot ball to a 6 foot lean attractive person. Being able to change how you look can be great but it can also be a pain. I wouldn’t want you to change the way you look just so other people stop being dicks. If you want to change the way you look, do it because that's what you want. And I’ve told you before I’ll pay for anything you want, if you’re tired of waiting for approval for top surgery I’ll gladly pay for it. If you want to quit your job because people are assholes, quit your job.” He went on his own rant trying to get his point across. “ And before you say it, if you quit your job you can come be my assistant at the agency, help me with paperwork and talk with Amajiki and Eijiro cause I know how much you care for those two.” He added on. We had talked about it before and I had always turned down the offer, but with how stressful my current job is it would be nice to work with people who actually respect and care about me.

“Okay, I guess I’ll come work with you. It has been a while since I talked with the boys. I’ll put in my two weeks tomorrow.” He gave me his signature smile finally glad that after years of trying to get me to work with him I agreed. “Also thank you for listening and cheering me up. I love you so much Tai. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up to head to the bedroom for the night.

Before I could get too far he pulled me back down to the couch, giving me a kiss on the lips. “I love you too, Y/n. I truly am proud of you, whenever you need to talk I’m always here for you.” Tai said before letting me up and following me to bed.\

There may be bad days where it feels like nothing is going right but at least I know I have the most supportive boyfriend ever to help me through it.

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pagsys-writings · 8 months

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90. Break

“I need… a break.” Koushirou gasped between breaths. It was too hot for this. Sweat was dripping into uncomfortable places. His t-shirt clung to his body and did nothing to alleviate the heat stroke he was no doubt going to end up with. The muscles in his legs wobbled and he feared his face was about to meet the concrete. “How’d you… convince… me to… do this?”

Taichi, in all his athletic glory, had the nerve to turn around — jogging backwards so he could easily talk to Koushirou. “Hey, you were the one who said he was stuck on his project,” Taichi replied with a smile, “and exercise is a great way to boost brain functioning.”

Well, yes, he knew that — logically. Except he thought Taichi had something like yoga in mind or a leisurely walk. Koushirou still didn’t know how he ended up running of all things. “I… hate you,” he grumbled. It was the simplest thing he could say that somewhat relayed his frustrations. His lungs burned too much to utter anything else. Except his words only managed to make Taichi grin wider and for Koushirou to frown as sweat dripped into his eyes.

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froggie-bolt · 5 months

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Sooo here’s the next comic for side B!!

I’m so excited to finally have this comic done, I’ve been super busy as of late.

I’m going to go through each part I have posted so far and start linking them today, so hopefully I can get that done fast :)

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon takari #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #v tamer au #digimon au #taishiro fic

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xgummibearx · 2 years

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Fatgum x (F) Reader

Snowday

Trigger Warnings: Canadian winter.

Author’s Note: So...fair warning, I do apologize but this is based on winter conditions in Canada and not Japan. Purely cause I just have no idea how winter works anywhere else in the world, other than Canada. Except of course the coldest places on earth that make my hometown look like a hayride in a handbasket.

(DW I give you full permission to mock how weak I am to heat okay? I can barely handle +25C)

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She could see her breath rise towards the ceiling as she packed away her laptop and piles of paperwork. It had been hours since their district lost power, and from the sound of things that would be the case until well past nightfall. As if on cue she heard a familiar voice over the loud speaker of the Fat office. “Due to this power outage and what appears to be worsening weather conditions, we advise all staff to start making their way home as soon as possible! Any heroes scheduled for night patrol are advised to equip their winter gear.” (X) pulled on her jacket, looking out the window. Only the street lights were on, stop lights glowing against the falling snow that was coming down so heavily it looked like a wall. She sighed, making her way towards Fatgum’s office. “hello miss (x)!” She turned to see Red Riot, chipper as ever. “Fatgum asked me to come in to cover for Tamaki tonight, he caught a cold.” She smiled, brandishing a tote bag.

“Well in that case I need you to bring this to him!” She rummaged around in the bag, producing a long red and black scarf, as well as a purple and white hat. “Your scarf as requested, and here is Tamaki’s hat! Oversized to fit his ears of course.” Kirishima put on the scarf, grinning ear to ear.

“Thank you so much! This is perfect, and I am sure that Tamaki will love this!” He walked alongside her as she made her way to Fatgum’s office, passing by heroes as they prepared to face the cold.

Taishiro hung up his sweater to opt for his winter design. Thankfully his winter costume wasn’t too different. Heavier lined boots, and a thicker jacket that could definitely be used as a one person tent. He turned as his door opened, his face lighting up. “Hey! You’re heading home?” He asked (X), walking over to give her a small kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, I’m glad you guys aren’t on the late shift! I’ll see you nine right?” She asked, reaching up to hold his soft face. Taishiro nodded, looking over to Kirishima.

“Oh? What’s that you got there?” He was smiling, the scarf almost hiding his face.

“(x) made me this! She made Tamaki a hat as well!” He hung his school bag on the coat rack, putting the hat inside to take to Tamaki tomorrow. Taishiro slowly peeked inside (x’s) bag, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. (x) smirked gently waving him away before revealing a bright yellow scarf and orange hat with a matching yellow pompom.

“You think I could forget you?” She asked with a wink, wrapping the soft thick scarf around his neck and placing the hat atop his head. (x) couldn’t help but giggle. “You look so cute!” He smirked leaning down.

“Well, if any criminals out there compliment your craftsmanship I’ll be sure to let you know.” He gave her another kiss, she could feel his smile and burning cheeks from his warm costume. “Thank you honey I love them.”

(x) fastenend her seatbelt, slowly pulling out from the parking lot of the Fat Agency. Huge snowflakes lazily fell from the sky. She drove slowly, looking out the road carefully. There was already over a foot of snow on the ground, piles of snow bulldozed and freezing over into small icy mountains of sludge as she drove past. She had the key to Fatgum’s condo, the doorknob almost took two hands to turn as she entered. (X) immediately set to work, turning on the heater and electric fireplace to make everything was cozy. Honestly she was just thankful that the power outage hadn't hit this part of the city yet.

There was already an assortment of Christmas lights stretched throughout the livingroom, making everything look soft under their warm glow. “Okay..” She muttered, tying on an apron and setting to work. Hot beef soup with warm steamed dumplings, steamed greens, and she had just put some fresh gingerbread cookies in the oven as the door opened.

Taishiro was shivering, covered head to toe in snow. There hadn’t been much crime, not even a purse snatcher. It was far too cold, (x) could hear the wind howling outside. The snow blew into the entryway as he shut the door. “It’s terrible outside, and according to the news it’s going to get worse.” Taishiro sighed. He looked exhausted. “I hate winter...” He grumbled, the sludge, the ice. It was miserable. (X) wiped her hands and walked over, taking his coat and boots. His face was bright red, and he was still shivering. His new hat and scarf were soaked along with his hair.

“Oh honey...” She sighed, holding his cold cheeks. “Dinner is not quite ready, you should go have a hot bath then we can eat okay?” He closed his eyes, kissing her palms as he deeply inhaled.

“It smells wonderful.” Taishiro smiled, as (X) reached up to kiss him. He went down the hall,soaking into the nice warm water as the wind outside grew stronger. By the time they sat down to eat, the snow outside was piling. Slowly covering entryways, and piling dangerously over black ice; making the roads completely undriveable.

Tai finished what had to have been his sixth steamed bun, a smile on his soft face. “This is delicious, and you know what I think would be the perfect finish?” (X) Looked up, popping the last bite of her bun into her mouth.

“What would that be Tai?” She asked, he winked as he started gathering their bowls and plates.

“I can’t surprise you? Now why don’t you go rest in the livingroom and rest? I can fill the dishwasher.” He kissed her cheek, “you worked so hard, let me take care of it.” She smiled, kissing him softly.

“Thank you Tai.” She went to his room first, slipping on some warm pyjama pants and a soft yellow hoodie from Tai’s closet. She inhaled deeply, pressing the soft fabric to her nose. She was thankful it wasn’t one of his work hoodies, they were made with a material that wasn’t as soft. A sweet smell wafted into her nose as she walked down the hall, it mingled with the remaining scent of the homemade gingerbread. Taishiro was holding two huge mugs, covered in an ungodly amount of whipped cream. He handed (x) a cup that had sprinkles all over the top for good measure.

“Surprise!” He grinned, offering (x) a wink. “I thought some homemade hot coco would really hit the spot with those cookies you made.” She giggled, reaching up to touch his face. Some crumbs fell to the floor as his cheeks turned red.

“Helped yourself did we?” She asked, making his cheeks go red.

“Well...I didn’t eat all of them.” He muttered, handing her the plate. (X) chuckled, there was about a half dozen left...out of the two dozen she had made.

“I’ll make some more another night.” She offered, kissing him gently as she took the plate and made her way to the livingroom.

“I don’t deserve you (x).” He sighed dramatically, snickering at her as she shook her head at the half empty plate. It was the perfect night, as (x) finished her hot cocoa. Her face gently rested on Taishiro as he wrapped an arm around her. It didn’t take long for (X) to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. She wrapped both her arms sleepily around his neck as he picked her up and carried her to bed. They had a long day tomorrow. Patrol was going to be rough with all the snow they were getting. As she lay, her face cuddled into his soft chest, and his strong hands gently holding her as close to him as possible, (x) listened to the wind outside. Just hearing it was enough to make her shiver. She nuzzled in closer to Taishiro, falling back asleep in no time.

Fatgum woke first, the morning grey from the heavy clouds, he slowly got up, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek after making sure the blankets were pulled up over (x). He stood, narrowing his eyes. “It’s cold...” He thought, pulling on a spare sweater to turn up the heat on the thermostat. As he reached for the hall light however, it didn’t work. “Well that would explain why the heating’s out...” He muttered, sighing as he went to check outside. Taishiro was shocked when he was barely able to open the door. The snow piled high outside on his front porch made it a challenge, and from the looks of things the snow was still going. Taishiro grumbled, shutting the door behind him.”I hate winter...” He muttered, checking his phone. According to emergeny alerts, the power would be back on within the next couple hours but the entire city was going to be under lockdown likely for the next couple days. Fatgum’s ears perked up at the thought. “Hmm...a couple days?” He thought. “(X) and I...stuck here with nowhere to go, no paperwork to fill out, no criminals to cuff...” He turned it over in his head a few times then smiled, making his way back to bed. He was grinning from ear to ear as he slipped back under the warm covers, pulling (x) closer with a deep breath as he felt her pressed so close to him. Looking down at her face as he softly caressed her cheek before kissing her forehead. “Maybe I do like winter after all...” He thought, before drifting back to sleep.

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angst-king · 4 months

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Love Beyond Mortality CHp7

(Filthy Pride pt2) (CW mention of drowning & blood nothing crazy) It didn’t take long for Izuku to get to the forest. He didn’t know if the flags would be in colored order, but he kept himself wary of surroundings not only for the flags. He knew this forest was filled with more than just ordinary plants. Causing one another bodily harm or killing was not off the table and he was a walking target for those who survived the sandworms. He was going to have to watch his back more than he’d like.

There was something strange about this forest, he knew he wouldn’t be alone but he did not expect to feel a surge of energy running through him. He could not identify what it was but it gave him extra speed and agility. Looking around he saw one of the flags tied to a branch high up in a large tree. Going up to the tree he put on his gloves and got to climbing. The higher he climbed the farther it seemed to get, as if this tree was getting taller! He looked down he did make it a few feet off the ground but no closer to the flag. He sat himself on a sturdy branch to evaluate this, if this tree was truly growing while he climbed it, then climbing would be useless…maybe he could chop it down? Pulling out his sword he threw it at the branch and it snagged the flag on the way down. He slid down the tree grabbed his sword and the flag, and stashed it in his bag. Just as he grabbed it he heard a scream in the distance, he was pretty deep in the forest and the sounds of hissing alarmed him! He knew to keep it moving, even if he wanted to help it’d be best to get out of there.

He got a red and orange flag, the red was in the tree while the orange one had been found in a bush which he almost mistook for a flower. Now he was making his way to the lagoon! He had never been to the lagoon but he knew there was a deity as well as a few creatures who inhabited the waters. Sheathing his sword back into its holder he made sure to put the flags into a nice hidden place.

Arriving at the lagoon he was already getting shoved out of the way by other competitors who dove into the water. So he went around up towards a large pirate ship, he found a latter, and climbed up aboard where a group of pirates were tending to the upper deck. He figured it’d be best to ask than just go snooping around the place.

“Um excuse me!” He waved as he settled himself, a few from the group paused their work.

“Ey there’s a kid up here!” “Ah what’s he want?” “Don’t know” Izuku politely walked up to them and pardoned himself for interrupting.

“Sorry for interrupting your work but, I’m a part of the Capture the Flag group. Have you guys seen any small flags that may be of any sorted rainbow color?” A man with a broom raised his hand.

“Oh yeah, I saw a yellow one up in the crow’s nest” Izuku looked up at the crow's nest of the ship and nodded.

“Thanks, is it alright if I go up and get it? Also if ya see any other could ya let me know, I didn’t wanna just go digging around your ship without asking”

“Yeah go right on a head kid, and no worries, you’re a kind one so it's fine, we’ll keep an eye out.” Izuku got to climbing up the crow's nest and got the flag. He took a moment to look out below and saw something he never thought he’d see. A bunch of tentacles writhing and whirling out of the water. Izuku saw a few people get thrown out of the water, he had a feeling he was gonna have to go down there eventually. He had to figure out what was there before he stepped foot in the water. Sliding his way back down a crew member told him the captain wanted to talk with him. Izuku was a little surprised by this, but he wasn’t going to pass it up, if the rumors were true, he’d be meeting the god of the sea!

Stepping onto the deck a cabin door opened and a large man dressed in pirate-like attire and blond hair came out.

“Ah, you’re the young mortal who’s looking for flags right?” Asked the captain, Izuku nodded and introduced himself, the captain smiled and returned the introduction.

“Nice to meet you Izuku, I’m Captain Taishiro god of the sea, welcome to my ship.” “Nice to meet you as well, why did you want to see me, sir?” Izuku asked sheepishly, Taishirou answered him while guiding him to the front of the ship.

“I like meeting those who board, it's just courtesy, and I like to help who I can. And I hear you’re one of the contenders.” Izuku nodded in understanding, he could sense Taishirou’s energy. The captain smelled of the ocean breeze but it wasn’t overly salty like he expected, there was a floral scent that muddled it out. His energy was gentle and warm as if he was trying to reassure the boy he would keep him safe. Izuku looked out to the edge and out at the water—the sounds of laughter and screaming intermixed some playful some out of terror. Merfolk splashed around and sprayed water at the other mortals trying to escape.

“As you can see this lagoon is home to many creatures that I am fond of, they are my people. The tentacles coming out of them are from my son, a Kraken.” A kraken! Izuku had heard many things about Kraken, how they could be very conniving and cruel. It could tear ships into pieces and cause tsunamis.

“He has your flags hidden though you won't have to worry much about him, he’s very shy and anxious. It's the merfolk and nymphs you’ll have to get past first, they’re just as protective of their home. If they let you through, my son will most likely help you.” That was good to know at least, now he just had to figure out how he’d do that. With a thanks Izuku made it down to the shore, he knew everyone else was just diving in without even asking or trying to kill each other so he thankfully wouldn’t be bothered by them.

Then it struck him, merfolk and nymphs loved to trade, it was how they got goods amongst each other. He just had to find something that he had on him that he could trade. Fishing through his pockets he found a dagger, this immediately caught the eyes of a few merfolk. They swam up to him splashing their tails for his attention. Izuku smiled and knelt to them.

“Hi, if you let me into your waters or maybe help me find some flags, you guys can have this.” He offered, the mermaids grinned widely and nodded parting themselves and waving him in. Izuku stripped off his boots, and gloves and waded in. The water was very warm and grew deeper and deeper almost up to his hips! As other creatures saw him, the pod who let him in kept them at bay relaying their trade. He could understand their wariness and made sure not to seem threatening. They led him out to where the lagoon connected with the ocean. The tentacles were still roaming around making strong waves as they slapped and crashed into the waters. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to get much done by surface swimming, might as well take a look down there! Taking in a gulp of air, he dove down. It was shallow enough for the light to reach the depths showing a sunken ship with tentacle wriggling through it.

Swimming down to the shipwreck, Izuku did his best to dodge the tentacles while he looked around. Weaving over and under, slipping through cracks, the sunlight didn’t reach the inside disaster. So he almost screamed when he was face to face with the Kraken. The beast let out a scream and scrambled before Izuku could even get a clear look. Izuku could feel himself running out of air and clasped his hands together making an air pocket inside. Holding it over his nose and mouth so he could breathe for a bit. It was a trick he had taught himself when he was learning how to swim. Once he got a new set of air in his lungs he continued down, this time following the bunches of tentacles. Pushing through doors, barrels, and rotten wooden planks until he finally reached a cabin and saw the Kraken with his very eyes. An older boy with indigo-colored hair matching his tentacles was hiding, using his tentacles to push Midoriya away. Izuku could now see what the captain meant by his son being shy though he did expect someone a bit more….monsterous…. This boy looked almost human if you didn’t see the lower half of his body!

Izuku held up his hands defensively, he couldn’t talk underwater so he had to rely on charades. He grabbed one of the flags he had gained in the forest and showed it to the other and then pointed to him with a curious expression. The Kraken nodded and was about to say some when the loud rustling of things inside the ship came. Izuku turned around to see a group of competitors bustling in shoving through the wreckage. Izuku swam backward towards the Kraken who looked petrified. Izuku noticed one of them had a spear and made haste to push the mythic out of the way when the weapon was launched. The competitors rushed over to grab their flags and swam away.

“Thanks for saving me” Spoke the Kraken shyly, Izuku gave a small smile before checking to see if there were any flags left. Much to his disappointment, there wasn’t and he was running out of air. Using his trick didn’t always work, he didn’t want to use it more than once, and with all the wreckage now blocking their path he wouldn’t be able to get out without using it a third time. His lungs were beginning to hurt, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he had to get out of there! The sea monster noticed Izuku’s panic and seemed to understand. Without wasting a second the Kraken grabbed him and swam up to the top of the shipwreck after smashing through with his tentacles. The higher up they went the blacking Izuku’s vision was becoming due to lack of oxygen. Just in time, they broke the surface, gasping and sputtering for air Izuku felt relief when air filled his lungs and not water.

While he hacked and coughed the Kraken brought him to the lagoon where the two competitors were.

“Hey, watch this” Izuku replied with a breathless ‘huh?’ and looked around. Four large tentacles raised from the water high into the air and came down with a crash. Sending almost 20-foot waves the competitor’s way knocking them down and pulling them into the ocean. When he slammed down against the water again he grabbed onto the two and yanked them through the waters and over to them face down not letting them up for air! Izuku was rather surprised by the being’s gesture and even more so when he handed him a yellow and green flag.

“Here, as a thanks for saving me.” Izuku gratefully took the flags and made his way back to the mermaids. One of them flailed their arms for his attention, Izuku thought it was just because they were excited he was back and they could have the dagger he promised which he fished out for them as he trekked over. Though much to his surprise a little mermaid swam up to him holding a blue flag.

“I found this on a dead human, is this what you’re looking for?” Izuku nodded and handed them the dagger just as promised. Well, now he only needed two more flags. With one last thank you, he put his boots and gloves back on, left the lagoon, and ran back to the Colosseum. The sun was halfway around, he was making good timing!

Coming back to the arena it was no surprise that the place was a mess of bodies, someone had taken down a few sand worms thankfully but not all. He wondered where these flags could be, this place didn’t exactly have the best place to hide things but was also so widespread! There was still a considerable amount of people left. Izuku had been fortunate to not need to harm anyone to get what he wanted once this started and he hoped he wouldn’t have to.

He stood on the steps of the Colosseum to get a better look around and in the middle of a sand pit was a sandworm holding onto a flag. He thought if he was quick enough he could get down there before anyone else had noticed. Making a run for it as soon as he thought no one was looking Izuku drew his sword and slashed the worm’s tendril and reached to get the flag. Until it was snatched out of his hands!

“No fucking way am I letting you win this, you freak!” Growled one of Izuku’s classmates, said classmate kicked him square in the chest knocking the wind out of him. Izuku was sent flying backward clutching his chest, he didn’t stay down though. He staggered to his feet as a sudden rage began to fill him. He sighed and whispered a quick prayer.

“To the deity who passed this pendant to my father, wish me luck!” Izuku adjusted his grip on his sword and charged while letting out what could be described as a war cry. He saw red!

“I have been treated like nothing but trash, dirt beneath your shoes for far too fucking long and I’m not letting you take this from me! No, I won't fucking allow it!” He tackled the student to the ground, straddling his waist and locking his legs with a sadistic glint as he raised his sword above his head.

“NEVER AGAIN!” He plunge the sword into the person’s chest with a strength he didn’t even know he had! In and out in and out until the body stopped moving and dropped the flag. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw others approaching sneakily. Pocketing the flag and drawing his sword from the limp body he pointed its bloody tip out towards the group.

“Who fucking wants to test me!?”

Up in the stands, this sudden change in behavior caught Katsuki’s eye as well as Allmights

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