#fatgum fluff

[tired-teacher-blog]

Strawberry and Cream

Characters : Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ FoodPlay/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Tummy Bulge/ Size Difference/ Creampie/ One Shot.

Summary : A little fun surprise for your man after a long day's work proved to be pleasurable for both of you.

Notes : I cannot believe I haven't written anything in almost a month! But glad to be making a comeback with a little something for one of my favorite pro heroes on his birthday!

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "Sir, is everything okay? I was saying that we'll handle it from here, you have done a remarkable job so leave the rest to us."

_ "Oh right! I'll be off then, good night." the hero responds awkwardly before waving at the officer who is already escorting the bloodied criminal to the police car.

It was just another day's work, peaceful, uneventful, and -frankly- almost boring if not for that petty thief pulling out a gun on a poor cashier who was just doing his job and minding his own business.

It was supposed to be a typical evening of him patrolling the streets and keeping the peace like he always does, but his mind is now whirling out of control thanks to that text you sent him moments ago.

He checks his phone once again, tilting his head to the side and biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the words on the screen.

"How about a tasty treat? I'll be a good girl and wait patiently for you to come home."

He scrolls down carefully to feast his eyes on the attached picture of you holding a can of whipped cream and a small plate of strawberries, while wearing one of his large tank tops that accentuated your cleavage beautifully as it barely hung on your smaller body.

It's enticing, you're enticing, being carelessly provocative to this sweet man despite knowing your effect on him is unfair, but he loves it.

He loves this side of you, the flirty playful one that gives him a chance to spoil you like he wishes to do, since feeling your stimulated body under the tips of his fingers and hearing your melodic whimpers as you reach a blissful release, have always been his true reward..

His smile widens as he finally reaches home, he opens the door hurriedly and examins the hallway with a feverish haste while calling out for you, "sweetheart I'm here! Where are you?"

_ "Welcome home Taishiro!" and there you are, a gleam in your eye as you jump in his ample chest for the usual warm hug that never fails to bring cheerful giggles out of you, "how was work this evening?"

Your teasing continues as you purposely ignore the throbbing stiffness in his pants to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose instead.

_ "Don't be mean!" his whine is muffled against your neck, picking you up with ease and marching straight to your bedroom, "I want my treat now."

You cling to him with a squeal leaving your throat, your heartbeat quickens and heat rises in your loins as you brace yourself for what's awaiting.

You sink into the soft bed where he places you gently, pulling him down with you and claiming his lips in the process. He kisses you hungrily while his big warm hands sneak under your shirt to hike the garment up and off of you, "oh, so this is the only thing you're wearing? I like that." he whispers sweetly while caressing your writhing body, swallowing greedily as you're left fully exposed to his flaming eyes.

He's careful not to crush you under his weight, but you're too aroused to care as you keep tugging at him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

His lips travel the expanse of your neck and chest, teeth nibbling on your heated skin as he growls impatiently the lower he moves.

From the corner of his eye, he notices the can of whipped cream and the delicious looking strawberries placed on the nightstand awaiting, a discovery that makes his cock twitch and mouth salivate in anticipation.

He leans back, an angelic smile brightening his face as he proceeds to remove his attire, gaze never leaving your flushed skin while stripping off every single article separating him from your restless frame, "I'm getting really hungry sweet face." he beams delightfully, nudging your legs further apart before picking up the can of whipped cream to squirt some into his mouth and lean in to share it with you.

The sweetness tantalizing your taste buds is intoxicating as he deepens the kiss, and a string of the melted treat dribbles down your chin in a voluptuous display.

_ "This isn't going to be enough for me." he whispers softly as he moves away from your glistening lips, taking a moment to relish your needy whimpers and greedy clutches begging for him to be closer.

_ "Taishiro!" your breath hitches and eyes widen when the cool snowy delight suddenly hits your perky teats as he covers the plumpness of your breasts, licking his lips and humming gleefully at the delicious view before him.

He dives in at once to devour your luscious mounds, running his tongue along your sweetened skin and sucking on the hard nipples like a starved puppy.

You dig your nails into his fleshy arms and arch off the bed as his mouth moves lower and lower, the stickiness on his lips smearing over your tummy to leave a lingering tacky feeling behind.

His tongue dips in your belly button teasingly, twirling around the twitching cranny while his hands caress your sides.

_ "Yummy," his chuckle resonates across the spacious room as he eyes you lovingly, arm reaching out to grab one of the forgotten strawberries before crashing it between his teeth, "it's good, but it would taste even better mixed with your juices."

His forwardness causes the brightest blush to appear on your cheeks and an electrifying warmth to spread throughout your whole body, it's amazing really— always has been, how his shameless words never cease to defy the innocent expression that's constantly present upon his features.

He picks up another fresh strawberry, running his tongue over the firm piece of fruit while guarding the same doting gaze as before, his other hand brushes gently against your waist and moves down to ghost over your fluttering cunt.

_ "Taishiro wait! What are you.." and a sudden moan cuts you off as it rips past your throat when he abruptly inserts a thick digit into your sensitive core.

_ "Relax gorgeous, this is going to be fun."

Your eyes— blurry and unfocused, follow the gleaming red as it joins the finger thrusting slowly within you, tipping your head back when the grainy fruit rubs on your slippery clit.

This foreign sensation is too stimulating to resist, kindling a raw thrill that invades your veins and pushes you closer to a certain high.

_ "See? I knew you'd like it." he smiles brightly as he utters, retrieving the coated strawberry to admire before popping it into his mouth and devouring it greedily.

_ "No! Why did you stop?" you whine and thrash in an almost comical way of protesting, you were on the verge of climaxing a moment ago, but his friskiness delayed your wish.

_ "Don't worry honey, this is far from over, the night is still young after all."

A wild tremble shakes you whole as he groans his words, and remnants of the sweetness he shared with you moments ago go down your throat as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are fixed on his raging cock, craving it sheathed within you instead of his teasing finger, but knowing all too well that you'll have to wait a bit longer for it to happen.

He picks up the can of cream again, shaking it lightly while offering you a suggestive smirk before pulling out his finger and spurting some over your cunt, an action that causes your thighs to tense up and a gasp to leave your throat when he swiftly positions your legs over his shoulders to engulf your pussy into his greedy maw.

He hums with bliss as his fat tongue laps up the thick melting sugariness and traces every dip and every angle with incredible care, one of his big hands darts out to encircle his veiny length while the other is reaching out to caress your contracting tummy.

His name moves past your lips in a broken whine, and your fingers thread through his soft golden hair as he delves deeper into your heat.

His strokes quicken around his shaft and his jiggly hips thrust erratically against the mattress, he's enjoying himself immensely, hearing your erotic whimpers and feeling your stimulated body under his brute strength are driving him closer to orgasming.

_ "Taishiro, not too deep please!" you yelp a plea as his tongue rams you faster, knowing all too well that you will not last much longer if this continues.

_ "I can't help it honey, you're too yummy for me to stop." he murmurs playfully, indulging in the sweetness exuding from you as he flicks his tongue up and down on your pulsating clit.

Your grip on his hair tightens and your blurry eyes squeeze shut as his words vibrate against you.

It's hard to hold on any longer and he knows it, he knows you well, understands your needs and desires and happily fulfills them each and every time, "I'm cumming! Taishiro don't stop!" and hearing you utter these words is music to his ears.

He does as instructed, ravishing you fervidly until you're spasming with intense pleasure that messes with you whole, and only halting when you finally fall limp underneath his persistence while pulling on his locks feebly.

Gasps for air, followed by satisfied sighs leave your throat and fill the already warm space surrounding you. Your eyes are finally focused and ears have stopped ringing just in time to hear him speak, "thank you for the delicious meal love, are you feeling alright?"

He sits up as he speaks, licking his lips and swallowing your essence with a content hmm before lowering your legs gently. His sweet smile is brightening his face again as he reaches out for another strawberry to pop into his mouth while awaiting your response.

_ "Kiss me Tai.." you're in a haze still, have barely comprehended his question while your eyes are fixed on the vibrant red disappearing behind his teeth.

He chuckles lively, running a tender touch along your sides and wrapping his plush arms around your waist before pulling you flush to his snuggly chest, "anything for you princess."

Remnants of the distinguished taste carried by your lover spread through your warm tongue as your lips mold sloppily together, addicting, intoxicating, an unusual mixture of fruit freshness and sultry slick.

His large hands ground your incredibly smaller body on top of him, holding and swaying you effortlessly like a ragdoll.

His long beefy cock rests proudly on your tummy, rubbing against you in a show of how deep he'll be sheathed inside you a moment later.

Your lonely cunt squeezes around nothing as warmth starts polling in the pit of your stomach again, your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders and arms, while your hips thrust lightly against him in a futile endeavour to feel him nearer.

_ "So you're ready for me babe?" his lips leave yours and slide down your chin, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses along the way and savoring the sweetness upon your skin.

_ "Yes Tai, please don't make me wait any longer." you whimper shamelessly, squeaky voice quivering and hot breath fanning over his face as it leaves you.

He smirks amusingly while helping you up on shaky knees and aligning his enormous shaft with your tiny expectant hole before lowering you on himself carefully.

_ "Fuck! I'm barely in and I'm already losing my mind," he hisses eagerly, almost painfully as your sopping walls squeeze him hard, "relax gorgeous, let's do it slowly."

It's taking everything in him not to plunge you roughly on his dick, but you're eager for more, you want him deep into your core where he belongs, if only he would allow you to take him all in already.

_ "Taishiro, I don't want it slow, please.." you claw at the large hands cradling your butt cheeks, rolling your hips impatiently while whimpering each word.

_ "As you wish princess."

Your eyes pop out of your head and your breath gets caught in your throat as he plants you mercilessly on his penis, the smooth head kissing your cervix with one single thrust before retrieving to the tip as he easily picks you up again.

His husky growls are mixed with your broken moans as he slams into your heat repeatedly, setting an unforgiving pace like you've requested.

_ "Would you look at that, I can clearly see myself moving inside you babe, can you feel me? Right here." his warm palm covers the bulge peering under your flesh, while the other engulfs your bum more securely to bounce you harder on the shaft reaching your gut.

_ "I can.. I can feel you so.. so deep inside." you place a shaky hand on top of his own as words leave your mouth in a slur, the thrilling sensation of his veiny cock rubbing against your insides is heavenly, a sensation that's building up gradually in every fiber of your being.

_ "You're so warm and tight, I want to fill you with everything I've got." he latches on to your neck as he groans, sucking on the soft skin right below your ear.

You can tell he's nearing his own release from the throbbing stiffness grazing your walls erratically, "do it Tai, cum inside me." you're close as well, striving to reach a blissful high together with him.

His long thick fingers slide down your belly and attain your tender clit, caressing the delicate cherry slowly while his thrusts maintain the same momentum.

A sudden gasp escapes you at the added stimulus, and a mumble of unintelligible utterances flow past your lips as the second wave of heat washes over your body and provokes an uncontrollable tremble that shakes you like a measly leaf in his titanic hold.

_ "That's it, that's my girl.. ah fuck! I'm cumming too.." the sound of his voice is rough, and his lunges are somehow harder and deeper than before.

You melt in his big chest and give in to the exhilarating sensation of being filled with his creamy seed, sloshing noises echo off the walls as he thrusts the overflowing semen back into your overstimulated core before finally coming to a halt with his cock still buried deep within you, "that.. was fun.." his eyes follow the half empty can of cream and the couple of strawberries left on the plate, while an innocent chuckle follows his words and a gentle kiss is placed on top of your head as you both strive to catch your breaths, "are you feeling well sweetheart?"

_ "Hmm yeah.. I'm tired though.. and sleepy." your eyes are slowly closing, and your body is already melting against his own.

You wish you could stay that way forever, in his affectionate embrace, safe, protected, and loved.

_ "You don't need to lift a finger gorgeous, I'll take care of everything."

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[succubus-nini]

I want Fatgum to rail me into immobilization and then take care of me then proceed to praise me on how well I did and how beautiful I am.

I want Dabi to fuck me so hard against the wall the wall has imprints of how hard my body collided with the wall and degrade me the whole way through, then kiss my cheek and say I was a good slut for him then leave.

#dabi x reader #boku no hero #bnha imagine #dabi mha #touya #touya smut #bnha dabi #todoroki toya #mha fatgum #bnha fatgum #fatgum smut #fatgum fluff #dabi smut #dabi simp #fatgum and dabi brainrot #mha #bnha

[honeesucker]

Heart-Shaped Castella

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) x Fem!Reader | NSFW 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5,466

Content Warnings: a single-use of a food word in lieu of a curse word, absolute cavity-inducing softness, size difference / size kink, reader has a molecular quirk that allows her to stretch doughs... and other things, Fatgum is a little obsessive but in a sweet new crush kind of way, descriptions of villain attack, brief mention of blood (dried) and injuries (minor), p in v sex, pussy eating, aftercare softness.

*For @frostthecupcake​ ‘s RomCom collab! 💐

Click here for the rest of the collab! ♡

The gentle breeze that drifted in through the open transom windows of your bakery helped to alleviate the humid warmth from your ovens and sent a delicious waft of your freshly baked pastries out onto the street. You had your headphones in, not worried about customers walking in this late as it was past your operating hours, and you were just catching up on baking for the next day so you could sleep in a little more. You were dancing, the gentle sway of your hips gliding you around the kitchen as you put on oven mitts and took some fresh, sweet seasonal-flavored breads from the oven before sliding them onto a cooling rack before turning back to a new icing recipe you were monitoring. Outside on the street, Fatgum was making his way back to the agency to wrap up some reports from an earlier incident, having already sent his sidekicks home to rest. The sweetest scent hit him like a bullet train and brought him to a dead stop in the center of the sidewalk as hie eyes scanned around him. He had walked this road many times before, in fact this was his most used route back to the agency, and back to his home because of how many restaurants and shops line the streets... and he can’t remember ever smelling something like this.  

Fatgum’s eyes scanned around the familiar line of street vendors, open shops, restaurants and other assortment of buzzing businesses until his eyes caught sight of something he had never had the chance to catch open. A bakery, Flake & Crumble, had always been closed when he was walking to the agency in the morning hours, and closed when he was trudging home or back to the agency into the late night... this was like a golden opportunity shining brightly in his face, and wafting into his nose. He made his way to the tall glass doors before pushing one open with a melodic ding! before noticing no one was around, no one at the counter to greet customers, and no... customers? Fatgum felt a little out of place, wondering if the shop was truly open like it seemed before the sound of gentle hums and someone singing pieces of a song from the back.

Curiosity piqued, Fatgum followed the sound of the humming. His steps cautious as he navigated through the neatly organized bakery, careful in his current form not to carelessly knock anything over in the tight spaces. As he rounded the corner into the back, the sweet aroma enveloped him, intensifying with each passing moment. He couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling his mouth water with the scent of the delectable treats wafting from the back.

As he neared the source of the humming, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of you, dancing and swaying to the music playing in your headphones. The sight was both unexpected and delightful, your movements exuding a joy and passion for your craft that was infectious, as you took trays from the oven to a cooling rack, from a rack to a counter where you were putting them on display trays... Fatgum found himself captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from you lost in your own little world, you continued to dance, your graceful motions mirroring the rhythm of the music.  

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Fatgum cleared his throat, his voice breaking the mostly silent atmosphere. "Um, excuse me?" he called out, a hint of hesitancy in his voice as he tried not to startle you. Unfortunately, you were easily startled... screaming out as you turned and glanced up at Fatgum.

“Oh, for crusts sake!” Your heartbeat was hammering in your chest as your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the unexpected visitor. A smile graced your lips as you removed your headphones, the soft beats of the music now louder through your headphones. "Fatgum! Wow... ah, I'm sorry, we're closed for the day," you explained, a touch of regret in your voice. "But if you'd like, I can save you some goodies for tomorrow."

Fatgum chuckled, his soft laughter filling the air. "Actually, I was hoping to try something right now. The aroma drew me in from the street and I’m never by here when you’re open," he confessed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you surveyed the array of freshly baked treats. "Well, since you've stumbled upon my secret late-night baking session, how about I make an exception and offer you a taste of something special? You are my favorite hero, and I did leave the door unlocked..."

The anticipation on Fatgum's face was palpable as he nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement, accompanied by a soft blush on his cheeks at you calling him your favorite hero. You swiftly moved to the counter, retrieving a tray as you filled it with an assortment of pastries. Each treat looked like a work of art, their colors and textures enticing him without even taking a bite. Placing the tray between you, you explained each delicacy, sharing their unique flavors and ingredients. As Fatgum took his first bite, a look of pure bliss washed over his face. The combination of flavors exploded in his mouth, a symphony of sweetness and indulgence unlike anything he had ever experienced before, he felt his energy explode in a way it never had with other foods he consumed.

For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this cozy bakery. Fatgum savored each bite, relishing in the care and expertise that went into creating each mouthwatering creation, and with every bite, a sense of warmth and connection grew between you... and as the last crumbs were devoured Fatgum let out a satisfied sigh, his hunger satisfied. He couldn't help but smile at you, gratitude radiating from his kind gaze.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "This was more than I could have imagined. You truly have a gift."

You returned his smile, a twinkle of pride in your eyes. "It's my pleasure. Sharing my passion with others is the best part of what I do... and even more unexpectedly when I get to share it with you – I never imagined I’d have the chance."  

The two of you shared a moment of quiet appreciation, the sound of soft music still playing in the background. It was a serendipitous encounter, a bright spark of a connection formed over pastries and something more.  

Days turned into weeks in the blink of an eye since that fateful nighttime encounter at your bakery. Fatgum found himself drawn back to the warmth and comfort of Flake & Crumble, not just for the mouthwatering pastries, but also for the inexplicable comfort he had found in you. With each visit, conversations grew longer and more intimate. Fatgum discovered your passion for baking went beyond the delicious treats you created; you often donated a lot of product to nearby shelters, you had charity days where all the money your bakery made would go to a chosen charity of the week... you heart was as big as your industrial-sized mixer, and it endeared him to you... and in return, you found solace in his presence, his jovial nature bringing a sense of ease and laughter to your days you never knew you were needing. It was a surreal experience, having your number one hero visiting you nearly daily but as time passed you grew more and more comfortable around him, he was just so easy to open up to, and be around.

On a particularly busy day, as you rushed around the bakery attending to customers and ensuring every order was prepared to perfection, Fatgum watched you with admiration. The way you effortlessly multitasked, your dedication evident in every meticulous detail, made him appreciate your talents even more... you were the one solely making the baked goods, and working the shop... you didn’t employ anyone – having stated one night that it was your labor of love and you had a hard time letting go of control when it came to the shop.

Finally, when the stream of customers began to dwindle, Fatgum took a deep breath, gathering his courage. Today was the day he would take the leap and ask you on a date, hoping that the connection he felt was reciprocated. With a warm smile, he approached the counter where you stood, a gentle flush gracing his cheeks. "Hey, (Name)," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

You turned to face him, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "Hey Fatgum, what’s up... need another round of sweet breads?"

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me sometime. You know, like a date?"

Your eyes widened, momentarily caught off guard by his request. However, the surprise quickly transformed into a soft, genuine smile. "I'd love to," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity as you averted your gaze from him, a red-hot blush creeping upon your face.  

"Really? That's great! How about we go out for dinner tomorrow? My treat." His excitement was palpable as relief washed over him; a weight lifted from his shoulders.

You nodded, a playful glimmer in your eyes. "Sounds wonderful. I'll be looking forward to it."

As the evening settled in, the two of you exchanged contact information, eagerly making plans for the following day. The anticipation and excitement filled the air, as Fatgum left your bakery with the melodic chime of your door, waving back at you with his signature grin from beyond the painted glass.

The next evening, Fatgum arrived at your doorstep, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Dressed in a clean, crisp outfit, not totally dissimilar to his hero costume, but more muted in shades of black and grey... an attempt to be casual despite his stature. He beamed with joy as you opened the door, a radiant smile adorning your face as you happily accepted the bouquet, inviting him in for a drink as you put the flowers in a beautiful clear vase before heading out together.

The date was filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and shared moments of connection over a delicious meal. You discovered more about each other's hopes, dreams, and passions. Time seemed to melt away as the evening unfolded, leaving the two of you lost in each other's company, and as the night ended, Fatgum walked you back to your apartment, a soft breeze rustling through the trees. The moonlight cast a gentle glow, enveloping you both in a quiet intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on you. "I had an amazing time tonight," he confessed, his voice filled with nervous sincerity. "And I hope we can do it again soon."

A blush spread across your cheeks as you looked up at him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and affection. "I had a wonderful time too, Fatgum," you replied softly. "I would love to see you again." You paused, considering your words. “For another date, outside of the bakery.”

“Taishiro,” Fatgum said softly, looking down at you with a soft expression.

“Hm?” You glanced up again, Fatgum backlit by the moonlight making him even more handsome in your eyes as the night enveloped you both.  

“Taishiro,” Fatgum repeated, smiling gently. “You can call me by my name, if you’d like to... Taishiro.”

With a shy smile you reached out, gently taking his large hand in yours... the warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, your imagination running wild with the thoughts of where else his hands could go on your body... but instead you swallowed hard despite your mouth drying out, nervous, as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Goodnight, Taishiro,” you murmured softly, and Fatgum couldn’t stop the blush on his cheeks, and if anyone asked it would be from the three glasses of wine he had at dinner. “Thank you for a most wonderful first date,” you leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as you turned and walked inside your apartment building... leaving a stunned Fatgum on the sidewalk, reaching up to touch where your lips had been with a dreamy sigh.

A week after your first date an unexpected thing happened, although within regular society Pro Heroes existed for one reason: to fight evil, to ward off villains... so not all that surprising when a group of villains attacked causing immeasurable damage to the city, and particularly the street your bakery was on. 

Villains, you thought as you lay beneath a piece of large steel rafter, what a bunch of assholes.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. He had heard of the attack, had been dispatched in helping aide the other Pro Heroes on scene to wrap up the fight and evacuate citizens... Fatgum immediately recognizing the epicenter of the attack was in the district your bakery sat in the dead center of. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened, and the uncertainty of what he was to face when he found you... if he found you.

Rescue and recovery efforts had just begun, still in the planning and dispatching stages and as he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response as he bulldozed his way through the wreckage to the back of the bakery, ensuring no other civilians were injured in the building as well.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from the back. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive as he rushed over, his eyes widened with concern as he found you pinned beneath a steel beam, a stream of dried blood tracking down your face as you cradled your arm, your features etched with pain.

Fatgum's heart pounded with worry as he hurriedly made his way to your bakery. His mind raced with fear and concern, dreading what he might find upon his arrival. The usual pleasant anticipation of seeing you had been replaced with a sense of dread, fueled by the realization that something terrible had happened.

As he turned the corner, his worst fears were confirmed. The once welcoming facade of Flake & Crumble now bore the scars of a violent encounter. Broken glass and scattered debris littered the entrance, and the interior was in disarray. Panic seized his chest as he called out your name, desperately hoping for a response.

His heart sank when he heard a faint groan coming from behind the counter. Without a second thought, Fatgum rushed forward, his instincts as a hero kicking into overdrive. His eyes widened with concern as he found you cradling your arm, your face etched with pain.

"(Name)! Are you alright?" Fatgum exclaimed, kneeling beside you and lifting the metal beam off of your body.

You winced, but managed a weak smile. "I'm... I'm okay, Fatgum. Just a few minor injuries... my quirk keeps me flexible enough to manage this kind of thing, to be honest."

His heart swelled with relief at your words, though the sight of your pain tore at him. "We need to get you to a hospital," he insisted, gently supporting you as you attempted to stand.

You shook your head, stubborn determination flashing in your eyes. "No, Fatgum. The bakery... It needs to be taken care of first. We can worry about me later."

“Like Hell we can!” Fatgum shouted, his worry and the ball of anxiety that formed in him on his way over coming to a head as he exploded, tears welling up in, and falling from his eyes. “At least get checked out by the medics at the triage tent.” Seeing his grief at your current state, you didn’t want to be stubborn and argue, simply nodding and allowing him to carefully lead you over to the triage tent, where a medic with a healing quirk looked you over and assessed minimal damage, performing a quick heal that took care of the more major scrapes and bruises, and the laceration to your head. Despite your anxiety surrounding your bakery, Fatgum did his best to offer support and comfort in the form of physical touch, and encouraging words. They worked for the most part, but he noticed the deep, sad frown on your face as you looked at the decimated store front of Flake & Crumble.

Weeks passed as the restoration efforts continued, and through it all, Fatgum remained a constant presence in your life. He supported you emotionally, ensuring that you felt safe and cared for during the process of rebuilding. After a lot of hard work from you, and surprising, heartwarming efforts by the surrounding community, the bakery stood stronger than ever, a symbol of resilience.  

As the last piece of expertly painted glass was installed Fatgum gently took your hand in his, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and affection. "We made it through, (Name)," he said softly. "And I promise, I'll always be here to protect you." Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude and love as you leaned up on the stool you were standing on, gently cradling his large face in your hands as you placed a sweet, passionate kiss to his lips. Fatgum didn’t react at first, being taken by complete surprise until his brain stopped misfiring long enough to wrap his arms around your body, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss, minutes passing until the desperate need for air forced you two apart, your foreheads pressing against each other as your eyes remained closed, basking in the intimacy of the afterglow. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Fatgum looked at you with a mix of nervousness and affection. His eyes held a silent question, a desire to take the next step in your relationship after the shared moment with you.

"(Name), there's something I've been wanting to ask you," Fatgum began, his voice filled with tenderness. "Would you... would you like to come over to my place? I'd love to spend more time with you, just the two of us... if it’s not too forward."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took his hand in yours. "I'd love to, Taishiro,” you murmured, pressing another soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. His face lit up with joy, and he helped you wrap up the final touches on the bakery, locking up for the night; finally leading you to his apartment, a cozy space that reflected his big, warm personality. As you entered, you couldn't help but notice the comfortable and inviting atmosphere, adorned with plush furniture and soft lighting, and the heavenly smell of various snacks, and foods you hadn’t ever seen before... did he have foreign snacks imported? You couldn’t help the smile as you slipped out of your shoes, allowing Fatgum to lead you into his space as he picked you up and sat you down on the countertop in his kitchen as he made a quick phone call, ordering enough food to feed a small army as he grinned at you, walking in close to cage you between his body and the countertop. His large hands coming up to rest on the plushness of your hips as you felt his fingers squeeze and knead at the soft skin, a small gasp leaving your mouth as your lips parted at the sensations, Fatgum taking that moment to seal a kiss against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth and filling you up in an unexpected way... but for such a large man, this size different wasn’t a surprise. He finally pulled away, both of you left panting as a needy look adored your sweet face, shooting a jolt of desire straight to Fatgum’s cock as he looked down at you, admiring the beauty of the moment.

His gaze met yours, seeking permission and reassurance. In that silent exchange, you both recognized the deepening connection that had blossomed between you... but before he could act on any further desire, as the warmth of your intimate moment lingered, a gentle rumble broke the tranquility of the room. Both you and Fatgum couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected interruption, your stomachs growling in unison.

A playful smile tugging at your lips. "I guess it's time to take a break from the romance and satisfy a different hunger." Reluctantly disentangling yourselves, you both moved from the kitchen and made your way to the living room, you sitting on the plush couch just as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the food. Fatgum rushed to open it, returning with bags filled with a delicious-smelling array of food. The two of you set the food out on the coffee table, creating a makeshift feast that showcased an array of mouthwatering dishes as Fatgum smiled at you.  

“Dig in!” He said happily. In between mouthfuls, you and Fatgum continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company in a different, yet equally fulfilling way. The initial passion might have been momentarily set aside, but the connection between you remained strong, fostering a deep sense of closeness. As the last morsel was devoured and satisfied sighs escaped your lips, Fatgum leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. "You know, (Name), even takeaway can't compare to the sweetness of being with you," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection, a playful smile on his face at the cheesy thing he said.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude. "And being with you feels like home," you replied softly, your heart swelling with new love as Fatgum stared wide-eyed at you, for a moment it didn’t even seem like he was breathing as he pulled you into his arms, squeezing gently as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. With a renewed sense of appreciation for each other you both cleared the table before returning to the couch. Fatgum pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled him as best as you could, his sheer size dwarfing you and causing you to blush with the sight of him... he was so gentle, so tender and loving for someone so intimidating in his size. Fatgum’s hands settled back on your hips, one hand reaching up to pull you back into a hungry kiss. Your lips parted for him with a sigh as his tongue explored your mouth once more, one hand anchored to the plush of your hip as the other began a slow ascent beneath your shirt, coming to rest a large hand over your chest as he pulled away to look at you, his eyes asking a silent question as you nodded... reaching back behind you to further the night as you unclasped your bra and let the material drop to the floor as you then pulled your sweater above your head, your top half now bared to Fatgum’s hungry eyes.  

“Wow,” he breathed, both hands now reaching up to knead and massage your chest, enjoying the needy little breathy sounds he pulled from you as he pinched your nipples with moderate strength. He lifted you up a little in his arms, leaning forward to take each breast in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and nipping gently at each of your nipples as he assaulted you with hungry licks, gentle bites and new sensations you didn’t think chest stimulation would give you... but he was giving them to you. After a moment Fatgum helped you strip from your bottoms, too, before lifting you up as you gave a small, surprised scream before he threw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your exposed pussy to him as he leaned forward, his large hands gripping your hips as he gave an experimental lick, your body jolting with the sensation as his warm tongue completely covered you. Fatgum was a man who could ear, clearly, by his stature and the functionality of his quirk – there was no question... and with the masterful way he speared you on his tongue, the large appendage acting almost as a cock, warm, thick and wet as it wriggled and licked each hidden crevice inside of you, there was truly no question of his skills. Your mind went black as the pleasure overtook your body, the unexpected way he managed to use his size to utilize his tongue in a way no other man could had your body jolting up, grabbing onto him as you shook and convulsed on him, his tongue still fully seated inside of you as he pulled back slowly, drinking the sweet cum that you gave him... his retreat sending shudders through your body as your mind buzzed with the white noise of post mind-blowing orgasm.

He carefully lowered your body from his shoulders, opting to carry you bridal style as he walked you both into his bedroom. Fatgum set your nude body atop the plush comforter on his mega-sized bed, sinking into the softness as you licked your lips, watching as Fatgum slowly undid his jacket, revealing a t-shirt beneath, slowly slipping out of it as he revealed rippling muscle covered in layers of fat, an expanse of new and faded stretchmarks, proof of his body expanding and shrinking as it does, his strong arms flexing as he reaches down to slip out of his pants... left in nothing but black boxer briefs as your eyes goes wide as saucers at the sight of his half-hard bulge already being larger than any monster-sized toy you’ve seen online while shopping for yourself. Fatgum blushed under your intense scrutiny, before you smiled up at him, a genuine, loving smile.

“Y-You’re so...” you couldn’t find the words as you licked your lips again, staring across the expanse of his large body. “You’re so beautiful, Fatgum, so handsome... just... so damn big.” You breathed out, motioning for him to come to you as you slipped off the bed, standing up now as you touched all over his body, admiring the scars, curves, plush fat and muscle as he allowed you to grab and grope however, and wherever you please. “Gorgeous...” you breathed again, and this time Fatgum leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, the taste of your cum still on his tongue as he devoured you, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he sat you down on the bed, with him still standing his pelvis was at the perfect height for him to just... slip in. “Underwear, off, please.” You managed out, leaning back to toy with your clit as your wet, welcoming pussy called to him. He slipped from his boxer briefs, revealing a monster cock and a worried look on his face as you stared up at him.

“S-Should we even try? I don’t want to hurt you...” Fatgum said softly, a sad dejected tone to his voice. You shook your head slowly, smiling up at him.

“Remember when I told you about my quirk?” Fatgum nodded, briefly remembering when you mentioned it to him. “I can stretch, Taishiro... any part of my body.” He felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water on him, his eyes going wide as his brain misfired... you can stretch? He will... he will fit with no issues? He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe his luck in running into you, falling for you... and the universe giving him this gift of you two being able to fit each other perfectly. “Now please fuck me.”  

You didn’t have to tell him twice, with a few pumps to his length, he lined himself up with you, still filled with nervous energy as he pressed forward into you and while the stretch was tight and pleasant, and the look on your face was pure, unfiltered bliss... Fatgum could feel the way you gave way to him, feel the way be bottomed out and see the way he made your belly bulge up.

“Oh my god,” he breathed under his breath, reveling in a sensation he had never been able to experience before, the warm, wet tightness of your pussy convulsing around him as his balls rested heavy against your ass was something else... something he could never dream to imagine, fisting his hand or the custom-ordered cock sleeve did not compared to this feeling. Fatgum pulled almost all the way out, just the spongy head of his cock left inside to stretch you as he slammed his hips back up into you, a high-pitched scream of pleasure leaving your throat as you looked up at him, eyelashes already clumping together with tears from the sheer fullness he left you with. Fatgum couldn’t hold himself back, using your hips as leverage as he simultaneously slammed his cock forward and pulled your body to him until he was bullying his cock against your cervix in a mix of pleasure and pain, the overstimulation and his relentless thrusting leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock, a mixture of your cum, his spit and pre-cum... Fatgum bit hit bottom lip as he groaned, unable to deal in the pleasure your body was bringing him, your sweet saccharine cries as he pummeled into you until your body was shaking with another release, your walls clamping down around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm. It wasn’t long after, with how tightly your cunt squeezed around his cock that his hips were stuttering and he was unloading a truly enormous release inside of you, the sticky white seeping out of your hole as he drug his cock in and out of you at a slower pace, until he fully softened in you, his cockhead releasing with a wet click as he nearly fell back onto the floor from the exhaustion and bliss. Fatgum lifting up your limp body, holding you close to him as he led you both to his shower, allowing the water to heat up and steam the bathroom as he stepped into the wide shower, practically a room of its own with large benches built in as he set you down under one of the many streams coming from multiple angles. He held lather a mild, sweet soap on your skin as you started to smell his familiar scent, your body relaxing into his touch as he took care to clean you up, even having you pee in the shower to prevent a UTI, cleaning you up again afterward... he took a moment away from you to wash himself, before turning off the water after a nice forty minutes together beneath the hot streams. He towel-dried your hair, and body, along with his as he walked you both back to his bed, stripping the top comforter that was stained and sticky, the musky scent of sex clinging to it as he went into his closet and pulled out a clean smelling, equally plush duvet. He settled into bed and pulled you close against him, murmuring sweet words into your hair as he held you close, stroking your body and kissing the top of your head. He offered you water, which you drank quickly as he smiled down at you, whispering thank you’s and words of his adoration as you settled against him, your eyes closing as you began to sink into a dreamless sleep, exhausting taking you with it.  

“When you wake up, I’m going to ask you to be my girlfriend officially,” Fatgum whispered softly, stroking the hair out of your face.

“Just marry me,” you yawned, the whisper leaving Fatgum frozen to his spot as he wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, wasn’t even sure if you were fully awake enough to realize what you said... but he vowed that come the first light of the morning he would definitely bring it up again.

It wasn’t hard for him, already picturing your guys’ life together.

#rom-com collab 💐 #Honee.collabs #BNHA #MHA #BNHA Fatgum #MHA FatGum #MHA Toyomitsu Taishiro #BNHA Toyomitsu Taishiro #MHA Smut #MHA Fluff #BNHA Smut #BNHA Fluff #Toyomitsu Taishiro smut #Fatgum smut #Toyomitsu Taishiro fluff #Fatgum fluff

[shockinglysubmissive]

My stomach is on fire and I can't keep anything down, so here is something I just wrote to comfort myself in my time of need.

Taishiro Toyomitsu x GN!Reader Fluff

You were doing your best to put on a brave face, but your stomach really hurt and you didn't want to be brave anymore. The smell of the food being cooked in the kitchen made your sickness even worse. Throwing a blanket over your head to muffle the normally delicious scent of your favorite meal, you say a silent prayer that the water you've been sipping stays down.

"Sugar! Want to come help me set the- oh... My love... What's wrong?" You hear heavy footsteps scurry to the kitchen, turning the stove off before stopping in front of you. Hearing the groan, and feeling his large presence in front of you, you peek out from behind the blanket. His soft body has taken a seat on the floor in front of you, not wanting to invade your space on the couch. "Talk to me sugar. What's going on?" His normally wide smile is replaced with a look of concern.

"My tummy hurts. It hurts really bad." You speak in a small voice, feeling so childish for causing all this worry for something so trivial. "It burns so bad from my stomach to my throat." You swallow back the whine desperate to escape your throat.

Without another word, his large frame is standing again, lifting your body against his soft fat. "Why didn't you say something earlier? Oh my love." He runs his hand down your back as he carries you to your room. Getting you settled on the bed, he leaves the room, returning with water and strong medicine to settle your stomach. "Take this. It will help." One large hand lifts your body to guide the glass of water to your lips before placing the pill in your hand.

You swallow it down, and while you know it will take a bit of time to work, you swear you start feeling better already. Just having his undivided attention and warm hands close to you makes some of the pain ease. "Will you stay with me? Maybe rub my stomach a little?" You give him pleading eyes, not having the energy to grab onto him.

Sensing how sick you are feeling, he would be a monster to deny you such a simple request. Lifting you up again, he takes your place on the bed, letting you rest on the fat of his stomach. Your knees instinctively tuck up slightly to curl your body in on itself.

"if you want me to rub where it hurts, you can't curl up like this, sugar." He gives a playful lecture, placing his huge hand over where it hurts. The weight brings you comfort like a weighted blanket, but when he slowly rubs circles, you could start purring like a cat. His fat is the most comfortable place to rest your head, and his clothing has a comforting smell of his body wash and your favorite food. The burning feeling persists, but it seems less scary with your big strong hero taking good care of you.

#fatgum #fatgum fluff #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #Taishiro Toyomitsu fluff #mha #mha fluff #bnha #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[domxmarvel]

If that's what you want 

Masterlist

Order:1

large milk tea with pudding flavor and popping boba and for dessert s'mores

Fatgum x Female!Reader-Birthday 

You woke up to your boyfriend who was running his fingers through your hair with a smile on his face.

"Happy birthday,darling" 

"Good morning"

"Come on,I made breakfast" You just clung onto him instead,he just picked you up while you were still wrapped in a blanket. You could already smell the pancakes the second you made it out of your room. It took you an embarrassingly long time for you to notice that he was in his skinny form,but you just blame that on being sleepy. You had barely opened your eyes the whole way to the living room so all you heard was his voice until now. "Come on,eat up, we have a long day ahead of us" He held up the fork for you to take a bite. 

"Can't we just stay on the couch and cuddle all day"

"If that's what you want"

"So,cake in bed?"

"Absolutely not" 

#fatgum x reader #fatgum #fatgum fluff #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fluff #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha fluff #mhs #mha fatgum

[thefataxi]

Fatgum Headcanons

- He would never judge your appearance, especially body size

- He makes a great breakfast and can do that pancake flip thing without a spatula

- He would carry you to bed after you fall asleep on the couch

- He stands in the back at concerts so he doesn’t block anyone’s view

- He would pick you up from school or work and carry your book bag

- He holds all the shopping bags and brings groceries inside in one trip

- You would always fly first class

- He can’t ride rollercoasters but loves taking you to amusement parks so you can ride them and he can wave from the side

- He gets a little anxious petting animals because he worries he’ll accidentally be too rough

- He remembers your favorite sweets and picks them up on his way home from work

- He requests you wear matching pajamas for Christmas

- He would find out you like playing Stardew Valley and then secretly learn to play on his own so he can ask to join a co-op with you

- He sends a daily check-in text to you, Red Riot, and Suneater

#mha fatgum #fatgum #mha headcanons #mha #fatgum fluff #fatgum headcanons

[jinchuls-moved]

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙳 ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

╰┈➤ fatgum x fem!reader

On one of the happiest days of your life you look back at how you got there—how he turned from just a customer to the love of your life.

a series of fics documenting a perfect timeline — selfship coded, self indulgent, fluff — watch out for the contents of each fic

divider by @/benkeibear

𝘈𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

a new customer finds his way to your hidden little bakery; it’s not just the novelty decorations he finds adorable

???

from familiar face to friend, your newest regular makes his mark amongst you and your employees

???

far too oblivious to notice it at all, his question seems out of the blue but that doesn’t mean the prospect of a date is unwanted

???

a blooming relationship, a whirlwind romance and a night you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

???

the news is impossible too look away from, to unhear, to take your eyes off of. you shouldn’t worry, he’s more than capable but what if?

???

time passes, love grows and he’s got one more surprise left for you.

???

nothing is more comfortable than the feeling of him beside you, arms around you and the security if his warmth

???

the day you’ve been eagerly waiting for arrives, you’re nervous, excited and ecstatic as everyone shares their congratulations—the day is planned to a T except for the surprise you have waiting for him this time.

#𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 ༉‧₊˚. #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum fluff #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader

[dreamersville]

FATGUM head cannons

an? i wrote this so long ago i just wanna clear my drafts out😭😭 soo sorry if its bad but you could always send me a request 💜.

- because hes my fav and i love him so much i just wanna tackle his 7 foot ass and love him for the rest of his life... ANYWAYSSSSS 

- this man is known by name (and sometimes order) by every restuarnt in a 10 mile radius of his agency. and i knwo your probably like “he a pro hero ofc they know his name” no. his given name and the first time it happen he was shocked 

- sings in the shower, off key, loud and proud, just straight butchering all and every song in his playlist. 

- his home is custom bulit to him. everything is like 2 feet taller than it would be for somebosy in averge height. somebody (me) said it reminds them of jack and the bean stalk and he doubled over laughing

- kiri and tamaki come over to watch cooking show because one he wouldnt be able to fit as comfortably at their dorms, and two because he got a big ass tv and watching on his tv is so much better, and he got snacks out the ass.  im talking pantry overflowing, with everything. tama used to the system but kiri swears he could get lost in it

- im sorry but, he can only cook stroke inducing food. which makes sense for quirk and what not but dont eat it unless you trying to put yourself in an early in a early grave. smothered everything, if its baked, best believe it was fired first. cheesy everythinggggg like omg, i still love him tho

- his favorite food shows be the baking shows, especially Cupcake Wars. he gets up-fucking-set if his favortite contestant loses or gets kicked off before the finalem hes gonna be talking about it for the rest of the week about how unfair it was and the judges didnt know what they were talking about because how could they not win. 

- relationships hcs or what not

- ahhhhhhh love language is most definitely acts of service and quality time. he livesss for when he got a second to just hold you, or be in your presence. it just so calming to him, the acts of service parts is bringing you food to try. ooo when he went on a mission outside of Esuha City he sends you a selfie with  e v e r y new food/ drink he tries on his mission. so expect a lot of of pictures and sometimes videos from him

- top tier cuddles in that giantic ass bed. and he has a weighted blanket with a big ass fan AND black out curtains ????? need i say more

- drags you down into his baking show addiction, but yall always tend to go for the rivals. so yall make bets on who’s gonna last longer. right now you’re winning 7 - 6 

- but you watch Extreme Cake Makers and write down recpies you wanna try and little things the contestant did so you could test it out. so you have notes deicted to ths and you sometimes go back and rewatch episodes to catch small stuff that you missed. he lovess when you get like this all nerdy and focused, it soo cute ugh. 

- likes to take you through the city at night because its look pretty at night when its lit up. you take a lot of pictures of bridges and in front of different signs and stuff

- omg, if you just so happen to walk past the shower whiles he in there singing his heart out, he’s gonna stop singing and say “take it away babe”. 

- a sucker for your southern nicknames. all the sugar, sweetness, bubs/bubba, honey. say anyyy of these and this man is at your feetready to do anything and everything just to hear you call him that again

- baby be feening for thanksgiving and christmas to come around. first time he was on a long mission, was gone for a week and came back on thanksgiving eve to see that you were cooking up a feast, he was so happy he cried.

ik the ending seems kind meh .. but then again this been sitting in my drafts

#fatgum x black reader #fatgum #mha fatgum #bnha fatgum #headcanon #aka the loml #fatgum fluff #.mha sleep talks 💤

[tired-teacher-blog]

⚠️ // mentions of self-harm, suicide etc

I know this is a little weird maybe but it’s been an awful week, can you do a bnha boys + reacting and consoling their girlfriend who just relapse into self-harm (it can be in any form you feel most comfortable to) some of them could already know about her tendencies but others just found out idk, you can also do it only for one of them that’s fine for me. If you don’t feel like it please ignore this I know it’s a sensitive topic and I don’t wanna upset you never!! I love you my baby - 🏹

My sweet Bow Anon, I hope you're feeling better honey. Please come and talk to me whenever you feel the need to. I'm always here for you. In the meantime have this small gift. I love you so much.

This is a sensitive topic but I had fun working on it, it was strangely soothing so thank you for requesting it.

Title : The abyss

Characters : Shouto/ Shinsou/ Bakugo/ Taishiro/ fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort

Trigger warning : Self harm!!!!

Please do not read if you're a minor

I cannot stress this enough but this is not for the faint of heart!! Please consider this before reading

Masterlist

Shouto :

It hurt, of course it did it always had, but that was the point right? Why else would you heat up the knife and press it to that annoying little unmarked spot in your inner thigh?

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat down on the kitchen floor, but you were still not done yet. You didn't want it to fade quickly this time, you didn't deserve that luxury.

You looked up to the ceiling, biting the inside of your cheek so you wouldn't scream, when suddenly the burning stopped and an annoyingly soothing coolness replaced it.

You looked down to find your boyfriend kneeling in front of you, knife in one hand while gently placing the other over your burnt skin and carefully activating his quirk.

The look on his face said it all. His usual calm and relaxed expressions were taken over by a pained one.

You've been doing good for a while, that's what he thought, but in reality you had been stifling your pain and urges deep within yourself until you finally burst that evening.

When did he get home anyway? Apparently you had been absorbed into your "task" that you hadn't noticed anything else around you.

He threw the knife away and cupped your cheek, eyes searching yours for an answer.

But what answer was he expecting? What were you supposed to say?

You felt horrible, and that's the only thing you were certain of.

The look he had on his face tortured you. He was hurt, worried, scared even, and it's all because of you..

The look he had on his face reminded you of the first time he saw your self inflicted burn marks.

The look he had on his face brought back the memory of the promise you once made, the promise to never hurt yourself again, but at the time, you only gave him your word because you hated the look he had on his face. It's a full circle, and now you're back exactly where you didn't want to be.

_ "Shouto.."

_ "Are you okay? Let's take you to the hospital first, we'll talk later." He could finally find his words.

_ "No need, I'm fine." You didn't even deserve to be treated, that's what you kept thinking.

_ "Don't argue with me, we're going." It might've sounded like he was mad at you but truth be told, he was just worried. "Sweetheart, it'll be fine trust me." He knew he had to reassure you and pull you back to him because at that point you were lost..

Your tears suddenly stopped, and a gleam of hope appeared in your eyes instead.

You hugged him tightly and allowed him to carry you outside. This time you will take his hand and never let go again.

_ "I love you y/n, and we'll get through this together."

Shinsou :

You were doing it again. You knew it was bad, and you knew you could die but at that moment none of it mattered, not even him.

All you wanted was a minute of peace, a good night sleep, accomplishing a task without spiraling out of control.

You winced as the needle finally pricked your skin for the first time in months, and you regretted it as soon as it did.

_ "What am I doing?" Your trembling voice spoke to no one in particular before your tears followed suit.

Fortunately, not a drop of that intoxicating liquid left the syringe as you immediately pulled it out of you and threw it away.

You dropped to your knees sobbing and whimpering and calling his name, but he wasn't home yet, he didn't know what was happening.

You reached out a shaky hand and grabbed your phone dialing your boyfriend's number.

_ "Hi babe, I'm on my way home I'll be there in a couple of minutes." But you didn't answer, and all he could hear was sniffling and more whimpering.

_ "Stay with me y/n don't hang up the phone, I'm almost there." His tone changed as he knew instantly what was happening, he feared the worst since you almost lost your life last time.

You did as asked and held the phone to your ear, but still said nothing. Your tears kept flowing and you could tell he was rushing to get to you by the heavy breathing from his side.

It couldn't have taken him more than a few minutes before he burst through the door and straight to your side.

_ "Babe look at me! Do you recognize me? Show me your arm! Fuck I need to call an ambulance first!" He was panicking and the idea of possibly losing you fogged up his brain.

_ "No, I didn't do it.. I almost did.. but I stopped last second.. I'm sorry, I'm always causing trouble." You struggled to speak between your sobs but you're grateful you did, as your words cooled him down a little.

He turned around to where you had tossed the syringe earlier and sure enough, it was unused.

_ "Hey look at me love." He gently lifted your head up and kissed your cheek, "You're strong, you're amazing I mean look at you! You could've easily done it but you didn't, I'm proud of you so thank you for stopping."

You couldn't believe your ears, he wasn't mad or disappointed, he was actually pleased with you.

_ "But Hitoshi how can you say that? Look what I've almost done!"

_ "Almost, but you didn't and you want to know why? It's because deep down you don't want to go back to that road. That's why I'm proud of you, and that's why I'll walk hand in hand with you until you're completely over it."

You couldn't stop your tears after that, but it was fine, you were finally happy to know that you're on the right way.. and with the right person.

Bakugo :

_ "What's that?" He asked as he noticed the new bandaid on your wrist.

_ "Oh nothing! I just broke a glass yesterday and injured myself while cleaning the mess." You nervously responded and instinctively hid your hand behind your back.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew what it was, he'd seen it before.

Only.. he thought it was over already, he thought you were finally doing better.

He gently took your hand in his and traced the covered area before speaking:

_ "Tell me the truth, you promised you'd always tell me the truth."

You flinched realizing that lying would get you nowhere. He didn't deserve that from you, he was the one who pulled you out of the abyss the first time and you promised you'd always go back to him.

But there you were, relapsing and lying about it.

_ "It's useless.. I really tried but I'm too weak." Shame and regret washed over you and again, you felt worthless.

You braced yourself expecting him to get up and leave, or even get mad and start yelling at you. But what he did next left you wide eyed and speechless.

He lifted your wrist and gently kissed your covered wound, his lips lingered there for a minute and it looked like he was struggling to find the right words.

Tears started forming in your eyes and you blinked them away.

_ "Katsuki.." That was all you could utter without sobbing, and it was as if hearing his own name snapped him back to reality and he could finally speak again.

_ "Y/n, it's alright I'm not mad." He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Listen to me, you're stronger than you believe, it's fine to lose track sometimes, it happens to the best of us, but don't keep it in." His fingers caressed your cheeks as he gently wiped your tears away. "Trust me, talk to me I'll always listen. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear but you're not just hurting yourself, you're hurting me too, you're killing me." His words came out strangled as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay. And he was right, those were the last words you wanted to hear but he had to say them and you needed to know what your actions were causing you both. You clung to him desperately and apologized repeatedly.

_ "Forgive me Katsuki I'm begging you, I'll do better and I'll never keep anything from you anymore.. please believe me." His words were a wake up call, and you wanted him to realize that you will never give up easily, that you'll try your best.

_ "I believe you honey, and I'll be right by your side the whole way." He pulled you impossibly close to himself and you were grateful to finally hear him sigh in relief.

It will be hard, that much is true, but you're not alone anymore.

Fatgum :

It's itchy, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the itchiness never goes away.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror watching your scarred arms and tracing them with your fingertips.

You tried to stop, truly, and for a little while you managed to control yourself, but it was hard to carry on. The itchiness is the worst, and all you wanted to do was make it go away.

You picked up the knife again and ran the cold metal along your arms, it felt good -horrible as that might sound- the anticipation of what was coming sent shivers down your spine. For a moment, just a single moment you get to feel better, to breathe freely before going back to hating yourself and regretting the whole thing. But you needed that moment, you craved it.

_ "Y/n baby is everything okay? You've been there for long." The all too familiar voice of your worried boyfriend came from the other side of the door.

He knows you, knows your struggles, your pain, and everything you do to chase them away. And that's why he keeps an eye on you at all times.

_ "I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed the blade within your skin.

_ "Please open the door for me, I'm begging you." His voice was calm, but he was desperate.

You never responded after that, you smiled watching the red liquid running down your arm and into the sink.

All of a sudden, the door flew open as your boyfriend easily broke in, snatching the knife from your trembling hand and throwing it away.

And before you could turn around to face him, he picked you up in his arms and ran out straight to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed and proceeded to treat your injury while murmuring reassuring words. Thankfully he got to you in time as it was just a shallow cut.

_ "It's gonna be okay, I got you." He was frightened, you could tell, and as much as he tried to hide it, he simply couldn't.

He never blamed you for any of it, never left your side or even thought to do it.

_ "I'm sorry Taishiro.. I tried to stop but.." you were cut off by your own strangled sobs.

_ "It's okay, you'll be okay I promise."

He finished treating you quickly and pulled you on his lap, allowing you to cry to your heart's content. He traced your back and kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he hoped you would feel safer.

_ "I love you, and I will never leave your side so please let me in, talk to me whenever you feel the urge to cut yourself. Don't be afraid, there is nothing we can't overcome together." He whispered against your temple and you nodded.

You will try your hardest, if not for yourself than at least for him. He deserves that much.

_ "I promise I will."

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[succubus-nini]

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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[xgummibearx]

Officer Toyomitsu x Reader

(I learned that in vigilantes All Might inspired Taishiro to become a full fledged hero and he was basically the in hero working at the police station before opening the Fat office so I was mistaken in some of my info but...I really like the idea of him having started out as just an officer before becoming a hero so I'm gonna combine the vigilante canon with my own headcanons for this!)

You as the reader are in a hostage situation, and Taishiro knows that he can step in and end this but he is told to stand down. Can he save you at the last possible minute?

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There were spilled coffees and discarded snacks all over the floor. She kept her gaze lowered, knees gripped tight against her chest. The convenience store was dead, quiet except for the quietest whimpers and shudders of those around them. There was a group, all sitting together behind the shop counter. A hand slammed on the counter, a masked figure growling under his breath. "Silence!" He demanded, the phone was starting to ring. "Hello?" His voice was so calm, it made her blood run cold. "Oh, have you met my demands yet?" He hissed. She could just barely make out the voice on the other line.

"You are surrounded, we advise that you stand down now...those people are not your enemy, let them go and come quietly." The voice was insistent. "We can help you, we will protect you from the media, just please let them go!" The villain laughed, cursing under his breath. He sounded impressed.

"You've got guts I'll give you that." He was chuckling. "But, let the media see! What? You don't want them seeing the cowards that are protecting the world? YOU KNOW MY TERMS!" He roared, "I want ten thousand dollars cash and a truck, no police escort necessary of course." He added, sounding like he was proposing a casual business deal. "and I know where you guys put those tracking things so don't try anything funny." He added. "If I don't see that truck parked outside by nightfall I'll start painting the windows of this place red...one, by, one..." He hissed, hanging up.

Officer Toyomitsu cursed as the phone slammed in his ear. "Sir! He's really serious about this, how should we move forward?" His boss Officer Gi Masayoshi removed his hat. Running his hands along his balding head.

"I'm thinking...we may not have any other option but to meet his demands, I'm sure we can still try to bug the truck and we'll have officers stationed at every city exit!..." He looked at the disapproving stare at Taishiro's face. "Tai, you know there's no other choice! We can't risk sending in troops, he's a maniac! If we do this we can at least get the hostages home to their families!" Taishiro stood, Gi was already knowing what he was going to say.

"Sir, I've been training for this! I know that there's a back entrance that would allow for easy access, it would be an easy take down!" He insisted, a fire in his eyes. Gi shook his head.

"Taishiro, you aren't licensed for hero work..” He sighed, approaching him with a gentle hand. “Legally...you cannot use your quirk unless shots are fired or worse, and I don’t want it to come to that.” He looked furious. “Stupid policies...” He muttered. 

"Yes sir..." Tai sat down with a furrowed brow. He hated this, this was the very reason he had joined the police force. "My quirk is too weak to be a real hero.." He thought, looking towards the store with worry. He couldn’t believe they were conceding to the terms of a monster like that. 

The hours passed and they did as requested. The hardest part was the tracker. They had to overlook all the places they were trained to hide it, and instead sewed it inside the seat and sealed it away so perfectly no one would ever know. At least they hoped. Taishiro watched from behind the police barricades, orange lights illuminating the parking lot as the officers drove the large black truck in front of the store before quickly moving back to the police lines. “Where are you...” Taishiro muttered, his eyes fixed on the storefront. The windows were covered by store shelves and newspapers, he couldn’t see anything going on inside.  Tensions were high, the hostages hardly dared to breathe as the man hung up the phone and then walked up and down the line of victims, who quickly lowered their gaze. Their eyes were all transfixed on the gun that rested lazily on his hip, the barrel glinting in the light outside. (x) looked up slowly, realizing that she was  staring at his boots. As soon as their eyes met a hand gripped her hoodie. “You’ll do.” He had a tight grip on (x)’s arm as she was dragged along with him outside. The cool night air hit their faces as she looked around wildly, screaming as a gun was suddenly pressed to the side of her head. “NO ONE MOVE!”  Taishiro grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on the masked figure then moved to the terrified woman. He looked towards Gi desperately, his hands twitching as Gi shook his head with a warning glance. Tai growled a little under his breath in annoyance, staring down the man as he slowly made his way around to get to the driver’s side. He was smiling as he opened the door slowly, “thank you all so much for your cooperation.” He suddenly tightened his grip, making her cry out. “I still don’t want you getting any ideas of following me...so why don’t little missy here and I go for a spin?” He sharply turned around, tossing the young woman into the truck and hopping in as he slammed the door shut. It only took seconds for him to start speeding away. 

“CHIEF!!” Taishiro roared, his eyes pleading. Gi looked at Tai for a moment then roared to the rest of his men as paramedic filed into the convenience store. 

“All units after that vehicle! I want an APB on a black ram pickup truck, and?” He turned to look at Toyomitsu with a firm nod. “All officers with legally registered quirks entered in our system do have permission to use them if necessary.” Taishiro nodded then took off at a run after the vehicle. His at would give him the stamina he needed. This was after all, the only thing his fat was good for right? Just to be burned off over and over, what use did it have? He could already see the truck in his sights, as he dashed between vehicles that he towered over easily. The Taxi, that was nickname in the precinct. He could chase down just about anyone without tiring out, and would bring them back sticking out of him like a Katamari Damacy. Taishiro leaped onto the back of the pickup truck, his eyes burning. 

(X) was shaking still staring down the barrel of the gun as her captor drove with one hand. “Don’t worry doll...” He turned his face for a second, a grin that could only have been the devil himself. “They’ll find your corpse for mom and dad on the edge of town...” Tears rolled down her face when something heavy suddenly made the back of the truck dip a little. They both jolted, (x) pressed her back to the door shaking under tha angry gaze of the brute behind the wheel as he cursed under his breath. As if this were somehow her fault. “Maybe I shouldn’t of taken the broad...” He grumbled, freezing as a pair of yellow eyes met his in the rearview mirror. Taishiro with one single punch smashed the back window as he shouted at the man behind the wheel. 

“POLICE! PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY!” He ordered, glaring at him with the force of a thousand suns. They could hear more police sirens in the distance, how were they on to him? The truck was bugged, it had to be. Taishiro roared once more into the vehicle, his anger even making (x) shiver. “Would you rather contend with me, or the pro heroes waiting for you at every exit of this city!?” The gun fell from the crook’s hand as he sat trembling. The truck was starting to slow down. “If you’re scared of me, imagine how much worse it will be if you keep this up!” He hissed, “You know you’re in luck! I know for a fact that All Might is on call today.”Taishiro added, reaching in carefully as he slowly pulled. 

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH FATSO!” He roared, grabbing for the gun but Taishiro had guessed his thinking.The guy was panicked, quickly removing his seatbelt and trying to make a break for it. Taishiro grit his teeth and launched himself from the truck, immediately in pursuit. Taishiro froze as the gun was fired but to his amazement, he hardly even felt a push in the force from the bullets. Rather, the force seemed to sink into him, right into his body fat. Taishiro sprang up, surrounded by golden light as he leaped towards him and punched him in the gut. He was immediately out of commission and his squadron had just pulled over. He could hear Gi’s voice as he watched the crook get cuffed, as he looked up towards the car he could see (x) wrapped in a blanket, being lead towards a police car for evaluation. 

It felt like hours, answering the same questions over and over as paramedics as well as his fellow officers looked at him with confusion. He looked down at himself with embarassment. All his fat had burned off, leaving him looking like a deflated balloon. His smooth soft belly and smaller build was awkward, hardly legend. He had graduated from Shiketsu, but had chosen to go for a policework intership. Many of his teacher evaluations after having failed the hero license test in his first year, had stated he didn’t have the “build” for a hero. He lowered his head with a sigh. It was true, one punch and he was just a useless pic of flab. He could hear the door open but he didn’t bother looking up. He could tell someone was speaking but couldn’t make out the words until he felt a sharp slap on his back. 

“Excellent work young man!” Taishiro snapped back into reality, and his eyes widened.

 “A-All Might?” He stammered. There he was, standing right in front of him. All Might laughed loudly, patting his shoulder again. 

“Yes, I am here! It’s a good thing you were as well, amazing work! According to witness statements you handled this case with a level of effectiveness and professionalism that even most of us pros fail to accomplish!” He grinned. “Minimal damage, followed every officer quirk use protocol, and acted only in self defense while prioritizing the safety of the hostage. You relied on words, not force.” Taishiro lowered his face. 

“Thank you but really I was only doing as told, I am sure any other officer would have done the same.” All might leaned against the wall. 

“Not every officer or pro hero for that matter can take an entire magazine of bullets and still stand.” He gave Taishirio a wink. “You know, there are public hero license examinations test coming up, and you do qualify for it with your schooling.” He slid a clipboard with a form on it towards him. “This world needs heroes like you Taishiro...it’s heroes with humility, and passion for justice that truly make a difference.” He gave Taishiro a salute then made his way towards the door. “Thank about it...” With that he was gone. 

A few weeks later Taishiro slowly walked towards the desk, his paper work was all filled out, and he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He suddenly froze, as he went to give his form to the woman behind the desk. She looked familiar, and his eyes flashed back to that day. (x) was right there, behind the desk, taking the applications. He cleared his throat, handing the form. (x) didn’t seem to recognize him, she looked up with a warm smile, looking over the form then handing him a large sticker with his examination number and blank space. He was staring at her, confused as she looked over the paper. “You didn’t write a hero name?” She asked looking up. His heart was pounding, staring into her eyes. 

“N-no...no was I supposed to?” He asked. She shrugged, with a gentle smile. 

“It is recommended, this could be your debut.” She added. “You gotta make a good impression.” He nodded slowly, tapping his fingers together. “What’s your quirk?” She asked. “Maybe that will give you an idea.” He sighed, chuckling a little. 

“Well...I mean, I’m fat and...stuff kinda sticks to me?” He pulled some lint off his tanktop. “I...can absorb energy and people?” She laughed softly. Making him feel even stupider by the minute. 

“That sounds really cool.” He looked up, surprised. She waved her hands. “I’m serious! Look...I work with agencies, assigning work to heroes based on quirk types and...I think yours sounds really unique.” He stared for a moment, his face going a little pink as she looked at her notepad. “So...your power is based on your Body mass...but BMI would be very insensitive and not to mention take away from everything else you can do...” She thought out loud. “I’ve got it!” 9X) grinned, turning around. “Fat-Gum!” She exclaimed, then turned immediately red. “no...no that sounds dumb doesn’t it?” He laughed, grinning ear to ear. 

“No...I like it.” He took up the form, and wrote “The BMI hero, Fatgum.” On the top then proceeded to write it on his welcome sticker as well. “Mind helping me get this on my back?” He asked. (X) Nodded, placing it on his back before giving him a thumbs up. 

“You’ve got this!” He nodded, smiling softly. 

“Thank you...you know, maybe if well...things go well, I’ll see you around.” She laughed, her eyes sparkling. 

“A sweetheart like you? They’ll love you Fatgum.” 

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[shortsnackattack]

The Baker's Daughter

MHA Fantasy AU Fatgum (Tai/Taishiro) x you (femreader) --injury to recovery, mostly fluff

Summary: Fantasy AU. You’ve grown up in a quaint hamlet and unbeknownst to you, caught the eye of a monster hunter. What happens when the man who’d been secretly pining for you ends up bloody and broken outside your family’s bakery?

Tw: some cursing, blood, injury, recovery, scarring, pregnancy, child nursing

Due to the trigger warning and content, 18+MDNI please!

You’ve grown up between the stacks of flour, the powdered sugar clinging to your cheeks and apron. By now you know your father’s recipes by heart and have started to put your own spin on them, adding raisins or nuts, mixing cinnamon or nutmeg. Through the years you’ve found that the little niche of the world that used to chafe, that seemed so small, has started to fit like a glove. Maybe you didn’t need adventure out there in the great wide world, maybe the small difference you made here was enough to satisfy that desire for something. Your desires, sunning themselves like Sunday housecats, lie dormant. The steady business, the comfort of living with your family, and watching your friends as they likewise flourished, it all added up to a contentment you found unexpectedly satisfying.

In fact it was this simplicity, this small pastural slice of domesticity that drew him to you and your family’s shop.

Tai had seen you out and about fetching water, delivering loaves and cakes to customers at home, but he’d never managed to talk to you. His work, far more brutal and isolating than he’d care to admit, only brought him through the town once every couple months. As time passed, Taishiro started to wonder about you, make up fake stories about your life, imagining what your day to day looked like, wondering if you had siblings or pets or a lover. That last part always stuck awkwardly in his throat.

Knowing full well a man in his line of work could never provide a stable home for another, he’d never even taken the first step to get to know you, but as the months dragged on to years and he never saw you with a wedding band or the tell-tale sign of a bump, he wondered why someone hadn’t snatched you up yet.

Enough, Taishiro chastised himself. He’d thought of you enough. And like that Tai purposely avoided the town for months, knowing that one day he would return and he would see that golden band or that baby bump and it would hurt him more than any monster he’d faced.

It wasn’t until one fateful night that your paths would finally cross.

For days he’d hunted monsters, trying to clear out a small pack of them along the eastern ridge when the town that had hired him held more surprises than just a monster problem. It was also home to a man who wanted him dead for reasons muddied by time and rumor, changing the story beyond a recognizable shape.

The stark fact, however, is that Taishiro found himself running through the forest in the black of night, with nothing put a sliver of a moon and the sound of arrows at his back. The pain of being shot was easily overpowered by the fear that he’d not be able to get away, so he followed a bend, waited for the sound of his pursuers to continue ahead before he quickly deviated to the left and kept walking until he found himself in the town he’d sworn he’d never return to.

Damn it all, if he’s going to break one of the promises he’d made to himself, he might as well break another.

That’s how Taishiro found himself in the alleyway behind your family’s bakery, half conscious and clutching at his side where he could still feel the blood pooling too fast, no sign of it coagulating in his current state. If he didn’t get help soon he’d surely bleed out, but as Taishiro leaned his head back against the wall of your family’s bakery, he allowed himself a small smile. At least his last thoughts would be of you and the smell of freshly baked bread.

Or maybe oblivion had to wait for another day.

When Taishiro came to, he noticed that he was laying flat on his back, the mattress beneath him more comfortable than the ground he usually slept on. With consciousness, however, came the shooting pain through his side and he gingerly put a hand to feel it only to come into contact with a hefty bandage over the wound.

The room itself wasn’t large, but with only one window allowing weak light to enter, it was impossible to know what time of day it was. The sound of shuffling drew his attention to the door and when it swung open he thought his heart had stopped completely. It was you, the girl from the bakery, the one who he’d fantasized about so much you were practically a walking myth. Tai’s traitorous eyes shamefully bounced to where your left hand carried a pitcher of water, looking for the wedding band that would tell him what he’d always feared, but it was still empty and a sick twist of pleasure cut through his gut.

Upon noticing that he was awake, you came straight over and took stock of his condition. You looked into his eyes and felt his pulse before giving him a cup of water to drink.

He quickly downed two, and after thanking you his breath caught slightly before he gave you his name. You gave him yours in turn and your name, fresh upon his ears, demanded to be tasted by his mouth. Taishiro said it lowly, but you must have heard him because you gave him an inquisitive look and a small smile.

Between your eyes and your smile, Tai thought he actually had died out there in that alley, but the sharp pain in his side reminded him that he was still very much alive and still very much injured. Noticing the pain that shot across his features as he adjusted his position on the cot, you helped him right himself before gingerly opening the bandage to examine the wound. You waved away his concerns and promised that the doctor would return after a while to check in on him again. With a final promise that you would return with some soup and bread, he was once more left alone to contemplate his current situation.

Damn it all to hell. Truly, is this the punishment the universe saw fit to give him? You, always there, always smelling like bread and sugar, and always so damnably nice? It was maddening to see you every day, to see your smile, you feel your hands checking his forehead and cheeks for any sign of fever, to feel you gently prod at the wound to make sure the stiches were holding and not becoming infected.

You spoke low in his presence, as though speaking too loudly would startle him out of recovery. Even when he tried to detain you with questions you would simply smile and promise him “later, later, I must return to the shop” and then later when you did return, with a tray laden with that night’s dinner still hot and fragrant, you simply watched him eat and told him small snippets of what he wanted to know. The most pressing questions always beyond his reach, beyond what would be polite to ask.

Frustrated and painfully aware that if he didn’t leave your care soon he might never want to leave your side, Taishiro asked you what your husband thought of you taking care of a strange man. You simply smiled, and said that if you had a husband then perhaps you’d be better equipped to answer.

Taishiro did something then that surprised himself more than it surprised you, and your eyes were wide enough to indicate your shock: he grabbed your wrist, lightly, but firm enough that you wouldn’t mistake his actions. Anchored to the spot, you looked to his eyes with questions and a wariness he’d never seen flit across your features. But when he finally worked up the courage to ask why you were unmarried, his tongue failed him, instead asking you when he would be well enough to be released.

Your features softened at that and told him that within a few weeks he should be healthy enough to move around freely and go about his business.

Weeks? He wouldn’t make it. Every day his notice of the way your skirts swished across the floor increased, every day the smell of baked goods that never seemed to leave your hair enticed him to lean closer. One day you brought a basin of water to help him bathe and he thought he would die on the spot, gruffly assuring you that after you cleaned his back he could manage the rest. When on the following day you brought him a small cake that had broken in the oven, and he tasted the heavenly mix of spices and sugar that always seemed to cling to your hair, he thought he truly would go mad with desire.

The following night you joined him for dinner instead of just bringing his portion and when a bit of wine caught at the corner of your mouth Tai’s hand unconsciously reached out to brush it away with his thumb. His thumb lingered over your mouth a moment or two longer than strictly necessary before he withdrew his hand and brought his thumb to his own mouth, licking the wine from it. Stifling a groan, he watched as a flash of hunger crossed your vision before you gulped and murmured out a small thank you.

So then, you weren’t immune to him, either. The thought pleased him to no end.

After that day Taishiro would make up some reason to touch you. These reasons, though on the surface seemed innocent enough, did little to stop the wicked imaginings that thinned his willpower. The feel of your hands as you helped him sit up and stand practically seared his skin. When Taishiro started walking again, perhaps he didn’t have to lean so close on you, but feeling how his arm enclosed your shoulders was more satisfying than the small sweets you brought him after the shop closed for the day. Nothing came close, however, to the feeling of when you would brush his hair for him, the feeling of the brush against his scalp and your soft hands in his hair. If he were a cat he’d purr at the sensation that trickled down his spine.

His palms itched to have you within their grasp, but he balled his hands into fists, reminding himself that after he was recovered there was no future for the two of you. Things couldn’t even go back to the way they were—not properly at least.

Now instead of the fantasies, Tai had the reality, or a taste of it at least. Instead of wondering what you do all day he knew your routine.

He knew that you had a soft spot for animals, and that you often snuck small treats into your pockets for the children in the square. He knew that you like your green dress with the small daisies at the hemline, and that your favorite soap has a hint of lavender. Your hands aren’t soft in the way a fine lady’s are, but compared to his that have seen forests and weapons and fear, they might as well be. Taishiro has memorized the faint scar on your forehead and the way you laugh is different when you’re startled into it.

How can he return to the fantasy when the real thing is so much sweeter? How can he return to a fantasy when he knows that with a simple look he can make your cheeks turn pink, that you sometimes sneak glances at him across the room when you think he’s not looking? How can he turn his back on the knowledge that you also share some sort of affection for him?

As Taishiro’s wound healed and the scabbing started giving way to scar tissue, he knew that he was running out of the borrowed time the universe had given him. He refused to try and seduce you, that would only hurt you once he’d eventually leave, but as the days dragged on he found it harder and harder to say goodbye.

One day Tai felt well enough to go for a walk by himself outside, pleased by the feeling of the soft summer air on his face and the sunshine on his back. He walked a few blocks in no particular direction, noticing how the town hadn’t changed much in the months he’d purposefully stayed away. Knowing that you’d be in a safe, stable place pleased him.

Upon his return to the bakery however, he discovered you sitting on his cot, your back to the doorway so all he could see was the light shaking of your shoulders.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come back?” he asked, his own voice deep with emotion.

When you turned, that emotion broke open further, pushing him to cross the distance between you with a few sure strides and to take you into his arms as he sat beside you on the cot.

You laughed a bit, feeling foolish that he should see you like this, but his hand dragging over the back of your head gave you a reassurance you hadn’t realized you needed. He drew back far enough to wipe your tears away with his thumbs before cupping your cheeks between his hands. He felt it, the way the earth had shifted with you there beside him. He could feel the divide in his heart mending itself back together and he did the only thing his poor broken heart had ever wanted to do and kissed you. It was gentle, a kiss full of promise and yet restrained. He drew back, slightly overwhelmed, but it was you, pulling him back to your lips that fully sunk him. He deepened the kiss, shifting his hands from your cheeks to your hair, allowing one to tangle into your roots and another to plant itself between your shoulder blades.

When the two of you drew apart this time, his thoughts were of nothing but warmth, his body leaning forward, honing in on the way your breath gently panted against his own lips. His body, moving of its own accord leaned in again, shaping and reshaping your lips, hungrily devouring them as his hands itched to pull you even closer against him. It was only through his own willpower, something that had deserted him long enough to kiss your lips into their current swollen and perfect state, that stopped him from pressing further.

Taishiro simply reached up to his hair and grabbed the leather cord binding it back, allowing his unruly hair to fall. This time when he took your wrist he held it gently and wrapped the leather cord around it. Tying it off he then kissed your skin just below it and looked up into your eyes. Smiling at what he found there, he gently cupped your cheek and kissed you once more, a silent promise between the both of you.

-Several Years Later-

Watching you has always been one of Tai’s favorite things to do, but now, watching the sway of your hips and the way you deftly maneuver around the bakery despite the growing bump has become second nature. He could spend hours watching you talk to customers, brushing the flour off your hands onto your apron, giving them that winning smile that had won him over so long ago.

Assimilating into a more peaceful life, a thought that had once given him an itch that he couldn’t escape, was now a balm to his battered heart. Waking up to the sound of your child nursing from you as the three of you lay in bed shot so much love through him that he was briefly overwhelmed. Catching sight of his face you smiled gently, guessing at what had brought such emotion to the fierce man you’d met bleeding out behind your family’s bakery.

He fondly brushed his lips over the infant’s head before lowering to give another kiss to the bump that had started to make itself more pronounced with each passing day. Rubbing a hand over the bump he hummed in contentment before glancing at the light that was starting to spill into your bedroom. The cottage was small but cozy, a small haven for your family to grow.

Satisfied that he still had time before the two of you would be expected to head into the bakery, he shifted to put and arm over you without disturbing the infant still happily nursing.

This was it. This was the Elysium he’d denied himself for so long, afraid he’d never see it, afraid he’d never be worthy of it.

But the day grew lighter, the baby was fed, and he was home.

Thank you for reading!!

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[toorussoulmate]

Getting flowers for the first time

“I’ve never gotten flowers before." You shrug unbothered. You don’t know how you and your boyfriend got on the topic, but you were on it now, “Wait, seriously? No one has ever given you flowers?” He looked surprised; it was cute. You nod your head. “Yeah, is it really that crazy?” You chuckle, and so does he. The topic of conversation changes, but your boyfriend couldn’t stop thinking about how you’ve never been given flowers before.

A couple weeks later, you invited him over to your house to hang out and watch a movie. You get the text saying he is outside, and head to open your front door. He is standing with a smile on his face and one of his hands behind his back. “I got you something,” he smiles and reveals what’s behind his back: a bouquet of flowers with pink roses and lilies and white alstroemerias all wrapped in brown wrapping paper and a pink ribbon tied into a bow. “Now you’ve gotten flowers," he grins as he hands you the bouquet. You look at the bouquet in your hands and then back to your boyfriend and smile widely. “This is so sweet, thank you.” You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Come, help me put them in a vase.” You smile and gesture for him to come inside your house. “Okay,” he says, smiling and gives you a quick kiss. “Your reaction was cute. I’m definitely getting you more flowers.”

Sugawara, Daichi, Tanaka, Oikawa, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kita, Itadori, Gojo, Nanami, Fatgum, Deku, your fav!

a/n: Hopefully I’ll be posting more stuff soon :)

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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

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