Idea for you, if it's not your cup of tea, please feel free to skip!
Fatgum's s/o doesn't feel like they're enough for them. Their quirk isn't strong enough, they keep messing up, they even feel like they're not satisfying either of them in the bedroom. So they ask to end the relationship, what do you think would happen?
fatgum comfort 🥢🍱
fatgum/ taishiro toyomitsu x gn!partner!reader
contents: wc552, comfort, gender neutral reader, all fluff no smut
an: I like the idea that fatgum is a super supportive partner and that man is soooo finnneeee. I should write for him more🥲
When you approach him, asking him to talk, he's a little nervous, but he plays it cool.
You rattle off your concerns.
You don't think your quirk is strong enough to be comparable to him. You don't think you're good enough for him, always messing things up. You feel like he deserves better, and you can't shake that self doubt.
Not to mention in the bedroom, you're insecure that you're not satisfying him, and it's led to you being less sexually active with him than you would be if you weren't so insecure. You feel like he deserves better there, too.
You unload all of these concerns onto him, and end it with ‘and that's why I'm breaking up with you, Taishiro.’
He's completely shocked for a moment, trying to process everything. His yellow eyes soften, like a confused puppy dog.
Breaking up.
Those words are like knives to his chest.
“Wait, let me get this straight. So, it's not that you don't want to be with me?” He asks, trying to piece it all together.
It's not that you don't care about him, it's not that the love has died. It's that you're trying to decide what's best for him, and for some reason you think that doesn't include you.
“You just deserve better.” You reply.
“So, you're saying you think I deserve better, so you're giving up on the love we've built?” He says, searching your face for answers.
He sees the insecurity, and he knows he needs to stop this before it gets worse. He can't let you turn away from your relationship because you think he deserves better. All he wants is you.
“That's not how this works, baby. We don't just quit on each other when it gets rough.” He says, reaching for your hand tentatively.
You don't want to reply, so he doesn't hear the way your voice might shake.
“You're my partner. We're in this together. Even when you feel like you're not enough.” He reassures.
He tries to kiss your forehead, testing if you allow him.
“Please don't run from me. Don't give up the will to fight for us. I love you. Everything about you. From your mistakes, to your success. I love the way you talk, the way you look, every single touch you've ever given me. Frankly I wonder if I'm enough for you some days.” He says, eyes softening as he talks to you, running a nervous hand through his blonde hair.
“You're Fatgum, you rescue countless people.” You reply.
“And you're who I choose to come home to. My person.” He replies, final. “I spend half my days as a hero being a human shield. Why wouldn't I protect the person I love?”
Finally, you let out a sigh and he pulls you into a hug.
No running.
Not when he's right here to love you through every single insecurity you face.
“Now let's go get something to eat, yeah?” He says, kissing the side of your head.
“You're always hungry.” You say with a soft laugh, and he smiles.
“Hey, I lost a pound due to stress just now. Don't scare me like that again.” He scolds playfully, and you nod.
At least you know he won't go down without a fight, (but Fatgum never does.)
I have carried this idea with me for a while. This features a single Mom! Reader, so if kids aren't your thing, you don't have to read it. Pure Fluff. Tagging @missalienqueen @bbglay @pixiesavvy @itsyoursunshinebabe @marti-mp4
“UP! UP!” Chubby arms reach for him and huge eyes twinkle up at him over a row of missing teeth.
“Oh?” Toyomitsu reaches down and picks the little girl up. “Who are you?”
“Etsuko.” She tells him proudly, trying to reach for the zipper of his costume.
“Hi, Etsuko. Where is your mommy?”
“Dead.”
He stills. Oh.
“Etsuko?!” A woman in a business suit rushes around the corner, spots the little girl and halts. “You can’t just run off!”
It’s only then that you notice him - not that he’s trying to hide in his big form.
“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fatgum, Sir! I was just showing Etsuko the on-site childcare when she ran off! Please, let me take her, I don’t know why she bothered you.”
“Big!” Etsuko explains simply. “I can see the world!”
“Yes, you do!” Toyomitsu bounces her once, twice and revels in her giggles. “And don’t worry, it happens.” He transfers the little girl to your arms, watches with fondness as she immediately snuggles into your side. “Your…?”
“Niece, Sir. She’s my niece. I just… uh, I just transferred this week and this is all pretty new for us, but I promise we’ll be totally professional from now on.”
“Oh, please don’t.” He laughs, waving his hand, “That’d be boring, right?”
You look a little dumbfounded. It’s pretty, he notices, when your features soften. When you’re not constantly focused on looking all-serious.
“Boss?” A voice asks from the other end of the hallway. He turns to see Kirishima, all dressed up in his costume and eager to get going. Toyomitsu nods and turns back to you.
“I guess I’ll see you around. And Etsuko,” he boops her nose, “Keep smiling, okay?”
-
“Mr. Fatgum, Sir?” Toyomitsu looks up from his Desk and the assortment of food spread across its expanse.
You’re dressed in a different suit this time, the dull grey color of it making you look like a banker coming to collect his soul. He shivers.
“I have the analysis. Do you want to go over it now or later?”
“If you don’t mind me eating while you talk, we can go over it now.”
You nod and slip into the chair on the other side of his desk.
You’re a professional, he can tell. You stick out of their agency like a sore-thumb, but you’re probably also the voice of reason they need the most.
Yes, he’s on Number 58, but he’s also too slack with his employees. Lord knows there are many things he could improve.
You show him charts and numbers, studies and graphs. You’re smart, he can tell, to the point that he can’t help but interrupt you.
“Did you just do that calculation in your head?”
“Oh… oh yeah, it’s my… it’s my Quirk.” You explain, seemingly embarrassed by it. “I’ve got a computer for a brain, basically.”
“That’s cool.”
You shrug. Your eyes flicker to the Takoyaki. He pushes them towards you, silently offering them.
“Oh, no, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands but he shakes his head. “Take one. Tell me about yourself for a bit, will you? You transferred here from Endeavours Agency, right?”
“Yes.” You nod, still eyeing the Takoyaki. He picks one up and hands it to you, watching the emotions flicker over your face. Eventually, you pop it into your mouth and chew and he’s lucky to have been watching because happiness flickers over your face like a shooting star over the night sky.
“Another?” Toyomitsu hands you another one. It doesn’t take long for the dish to vanish.
You must have been hungry, or maybe it’s just your favorite dish, but the food has softened your features, blurred the harsh lines that you draw yourself in.
“My sister died unexpectedly. I don’t know who Etsuko’s father is, but my parents died when I was a teen and I’m the only one she has left. I did love working for Endeavour, I really did, but it’s no place for a single mother. I heard you offered on-site childcare, so I applied.”
“And what do you think of us so far?”
“Well,” you reach for your tablet again, but he stops you.
“Without the numbers, please?”
You hesitate for a second. “It’s… it’s warm, I guess. Everyone’s really nice here and no one minds when Etsuko runs off yet again, coming to find me in my office. I know it’s my job to look for opportunities to improve your brand and your agency, but I am constantly at odds.”
“Why is that?”
“If you could have an Agency like Endeavour, would you do it if it meant giving up all the things that make you special?”
He considers it. If there’s no on-site childcare at Endeavour’s, and he’d have to give this one up, quite a few of his employees would fall away. Like Kuno-kun, who brings in his daughter and his wife’s homemade baking. Or Noda-san, who knits scarfs for everyone in the winter and who’s using the child-care for her grandsons.
There’d be no longer the laughter of children heard in the hallways, no more drawings handed over at the end of a semester.
“No, I don’t think I’d want to give that up. At least not all of it. But we could find a compromise, I guess. Make the best of what we are. If that means we’ll stay at Nr. 58, I’m fine with that. Being a Hero doesn’t mean to have the highest rank, but to save the most people, right?”
Surprise flickers over your face.
It’s gone as fast as it came but he likes to believe that he made an impact on you.
-
“How are you all doing today?”
Almost fifteen children surround him. The older ones are holding back in favor of the younger ones, he can tell, but they’re all so eager to tell him about their adventures.
“One after the other, okay?” Toyomitsu settles on a nearby chair. “But first we have to ask: who’s our newest member?”
Etsuko steps forward. Her hair is pulled up into little pigtails and she looks adorable.
“Hi, Etsuko. Do you want to sit on my lap today? You have to be careful though, because if you lean too much into me, I might suck you in.”
Her eyes widen, but the kids around her giggle. “Do it!” They tell her. “It’s so much fun.”
So she does, giggling almost hysterically as the fat absorption kicks in. Only her head’s left out, her pigtails whipping around as she shakes her head, giggling.
“If you want out, all you have to do is tell me, okay? No kicking.”
She nods.
At the end of this month's visit to the children, he leaves with a hand full of drawings and one sucker, tucked into his hand by one of the older children.
Toyomitsu’s almost down the hallway when he feels someone tugging at his legs. He turns to see Etsuko toddling after him. She reaches for him.
“Up?” She asks and he can’t say no to her big eyes and her small pout.
If he walks around the agency for a bit with her sitting on his shoulder instead of directly taking her back, that’s his secret and his secret alone.
-
Months pass.
Toyomitsu implements the first of your proposals. His ranking moves, slowly at first, until he finds himself at Nr. 35.
Etsuko has begun sneaking into his office once a week, handing him a drawing or a slice of fruit, left over from her lunch. Sometimes he lets her sit on his lap, listening to her talk about her day.
Certainly, you must know about it. How else could she bring in expensive chocolates one day and have your handwriting on her drawing the next, clearly pointing out that the yellow blob is him?
He’s been thinking a lot about you lately.
More than he should about one of his employees.
But he likes the way you talk, all serious one second, rattling down numbers and statistics, until he makes a joke and you can’t stop giggling, your voice suddenly smooth and soft.
He likes the way you look in the early mornings when Etsuko’s done her best to make you late, when your hair’s not done up perfectly and you’re missing your usual makeup. Or when you’d been with her for lunch and no one’s told you yet that there’s a sticky handprint on your blouse or your skirt is wrinkled, no doubt from Etsuko pulling on it.
You love your niece and he loves to see all signs of it, like an imprint you cannot wipe away.
So far, you haven’t shown any signs of interest in him.
You’ve started calling him by his last name, though, foregoing the “Sir” for most of the time.
But that doesn’t mean that you’d consider a date with him, right?
Or is he starting to get delusional?
-
“What do you think, Daddy?” Toyomitsu freezes.
Etsuko’s sitting on his lap, fingertip moving over one of her drawings as she explains.
It had been a perfectly fine moment up until now.
“What did you just call me?”
“Daddy!” She looks up at him, grinning so wide it must hurt her face. “Because you’re my Daddy.”
“I… well…” He struggles. He doesn’t know what to say. “Etsuko, you cannot call me that.”
“Eh? Why?” She pulls at his shirt. “Are you not my Daddy?”
“No, Etsuko. I’m not your Daddy. I like you a lot and I want to be your friend, but I’m not your Daddy.”
Her eyes start to water and he can feel himself panicking. He’s normally not that bad with kids, but this… this is just catching him on the wrong foot at the wrong time.
“Look,” he tries to explain. “It’s like with your Aunty, right? She loves you a lot, but she’s not your Mommy.”
“But you’re my Daddy!” Etsuko’s hands are balled into fists now. “Mommy said that Daddy was big and butiful and nice! You are my Daddy.”
“Oh, Etsuko.” Toyomitsu pulls her in, realizing her mistake. She’s crying into his shirt now, her tears more fueled by confusion and anger than real sadness. He lets her cry it out before he picks her up.
“I think we need to talk to your Aunty for a moment about this, okay?”
-
He hadn’t thought your face could turn any more serious, but he’d been mistaken.
There’s no softness left in your features as he explains. Etsuko’s sitting on your lap now, face snuggled into your blazer. He’s pretty sure that’s going to leave stains, but he’s also sure he shouldn’t point it out right now.
“I didn’t know,” you say. And “I’m sorry she bothered you this much.” And “I will make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
At some point he realizes that you’re no longer listening to him, ears closed off from his explanations. He can do nothing but leave you, wondering if he’s just ruined everything that could have possibly been.
-
For the following week, he gets no visits from Etsuko.
Toyomitsu does not dare to visit her in childcare either, unsure of what you want.
But he’s got an appointment with you on Thursday that he puts all his hopes on.
When you come in he can tell that you must have spent an extra minute preparing yourself beforehand, because there is no hair out of place and you’re wearing lipgloss like battle armor.
He feels wholly unprepared for this fight, even less so after losing a quarter of his body fat in yesterday’s fight.
But the sight of him, so much smaller and thinner than you’ve gotten to know him, seems to soften the resolve in your eyes.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“If you refer to my body, I will be. I have to eat a lot in the next few days to get back to my usual form, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If you refer to something else… No, I’m not okay with how this played out.
“About that…” You gingerly sink into your chair, hands folded over your lap. You’re not looking at him. “I did some more research. I should have done that ages ago. I… I’ve found Etsuko’s father.”
His heart beats painfully.
“Who is it?”
“His name’s Kan Sekijiro. I don’t know if you know hi-”
“Vlad King?”
“Ah, yes. So you know him?”
“I know of him. One of his students interned here. He’s… did you contact him?”
“Not yet.” You purse your lips. Considering that all Etsuko knew about her father… I am sorry that she got you confused. I know this is highly unprofessional and-”
“I don’t care.”
You still. Your eyes flicker over to him.
“Look,” he leans forward, can’t help it. He needs you to understand this. “This isn’t just Etsuko’s doing alone. I like spending time with her. I could have stopped anytime, bring her back every time she came over to my office. I didn’t put a stop on it and maybe I should have, but I…”
“What?”
“I have to preface this by saying that I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or… or put you in a tight spot because I’m your employer, but-”
“Spit it out.” Your words are harsh and rushed and he can tell you regret them the second they leave your mouth. But you’re right. He’s stalling.
“I am interested in you.”
Your jaw slackens, your features soften with that well-known dumbfoundedness.
As you bury your face in your hands, he can feel his heart sink. Fighting criminals is so much easier than facing rejection.
“Are you okay?” He asks when your face doesn’t come back up. You nod into your hands.
“Are you sure? You’re not looking too good there.”
“It feels like my Quirk is overloading. I am…”
“Overthinking? I am familiar with that. Not that I suffer from it, but you’ve met Suneater, I guess.” He tries to joke, make light of the situation. It’s what makes you finally lift your head.
“If you’re serious,” you bite through your teeth, “About this. About… Etsuko and me. I… I’d take you out to dinner.”
Toyomitsu blinks. He’s expected everything but that.
“Are you serious?” He asks and you groan.
“No, I mean yes. But… you know how much I eat, right?”
You huff, looking away. He’s not the worlds expert in flirting, but you do look kinda flustered.
“I might have looked up All-You-Can-Eat-Restaurants ever since I’ve gotten to know you,” you mumble and the pout on your lips looks eerily like Etsuko’s.
-
“I’m home!” Toyomitsu calls out from the Genkan.
To his surprise, no tiny feet come running. When he peeks around the corner he finds you curled up on the Couch, an open book next to you on the floor. You must have fallen asleep reading.
“Hey,” he cards a hand through your hair to wake you gently. “Shouldn’t Sekijiro be back before dinner?”
“What?” You try to wipe the sleep from your eyes while snuggling into him. “Oh, no, he called before I took a nap. He’s bringing her back after Dinner. Apparently, they’re making pancakes.”
“Ah, did you tell him to bring leftovers?” He jokes, chuckling when you nod earnestly.
.
Life is good.
He’s got a wife and a daughter and his daughter’s father has turned into a good friend.
He’s got a job he enjoys, a Quirk he can rely on and so far he’s been able to stay himself.
There’s not much he’d wish for nowadays.
Well, except maybe some more food.
.
You’re still on the Couch when he walks into the kitchen, fully intending to make Dinner as soon as he’s gotten a little snack from the fridge.
But inside the fridge is a huge box. He furrows his brows and pulls it out. He recognizes the branding, but you only buy a cake at this bakery for important dates, like your wedding anniversary or Etsuko’s first day in kindergarten.
“Baby, did I miss an event?” He asks, flipping open the lid.
“Why do you ask?”
“There’s a cake in the fri-”
“Don’t open it!” You yell, rushing over. But the lid’s already open. The buttercream frosting is light blue and the icing a dark blue. Big, bold letters write out “World’s best Dad!”
“This is nice,” he says as you reach him, clearly out of breath and a little haggard. “But you didn’t have to buy an expensive cake to let me know. Not that I mind. Or is it for Sekijiro?”
“Ah,” your face is doing some weird contortions.
His eyes flicker back to the icing and something in his head clicks at the color.
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."
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.
Insight: Relationship is implied, flashback, Fatgum giving reader a piggy back ride, Fatgum has a surprise for reader, she/her pronouns, names{honeybun, darling, baby, sweetheart}, fluff, etc. Lmk if I missed anything. Might be small mistakes hidden within but those will get fixed.
A/N: It has been a long time since I wrote pure fluff and I think that helps me from getting burned out. Like it's a nice reset in a way. To my precious mootie we talked about this a very long time ago and I thought I would get to it sooner I'm sorry 😖 this is so late. I hope you see it!!! Everyone please enjoy and I love yall💜.
Word Count:~1.9k+
Years have flown by since you began dating Fatgum. It was a roller coaster ride for sure, but it worked out in the end. Right now, you were cleaning up the house before he gets home. As you were dusting off the shelf you looked at the picture of when you and Fatgum first met. The first time you two met was at a baking contest held by the city. He was one of the judges and you couldn’t help but become starstruck when he came to your table. You remember that day like it was yesterday.
~Flashback~
You just finished setting up your booth for the contest and you were so excited but nervous at the same time. There were more than a dozen people competing and more that were there just for fun. You took baking as a hobby, but you thought you could make it living from it one day. As you were getting your dessert off the ice from a cooler you bought this morning someone walked up to your booth. You heard when they said something as you were getting the rest of your samples from the cooler.
“So, what do you have here? It looks amazing.” You turned around and your jaw dropped. Standing in front of you was none other than Fatgum with three other judges. You were starting to get starstruck as you laid the other plates of dessert on the table. “These look really delicious. I can’t help but drool at the sight.”
You giggled as you gave him a sample of the square cut dessert. “It’s banana pudding cheesecake squares. Made them last night and had them chill until the contest started. I hope you all enjoy” You gave the other judges a sample and they took a bite. All the judges looked to have a tear in their eyes, and they were moaning as they chewed.
Fatgum took the whole square in one bite, and he started to smile as he looked at you. “Say now that was amazing. So sweet, creamy, and cool. Perfect for this heat.” “I agree it’s pretty hot out here” you snickered. Fatgum looked at you and he couldn’t help but get butterflies when he heard you laugh. He also couldn’t help seeing your beautiful melanin skin shine in the sunlight. You stopped giggling and looked at him which made him blush.
“Well, I uh I guess I better get going. You know being the judge and all.” He was stumbling over his words as you noticed he started sweating. “Yeah of course I understand. “Oh, and here is a bottled water to help keep you cool” You opened the other cooler and pulled out four bottles of water for him and the other judges. He smiled as you grabbed the water out of your hand but when your hand touched his he began to blush even more. You were getting flustered as well as you pulled your hand slowly away and smiled.
“Thanks, I guess I’ll see you when the contest is over yeah.” You shook your head as you pulled at the bottom of your shirt. “Yeah I’ll see you then.” You waved at him as he walked the other way. He waved back but not without bumping into another booth that was a game booth. He apologized to the person as he picked up a little bear plushie that fell to the ground.
He picked it up and brushed the dirt and grass off it’s back. Looking at it and then back at you he walked back towards you. You looked at him puzzled. “Here a little something from me to you. You already won in my opinion.” You reached out to grab it and you held it in your hands. “You know there are a whole lot of people you have to judge so don’t make your decision yet. Though I do appreciate what you said so thank you.”
You smiled as you looked at Fatgum who was smiling too. “Don’t mention it. I got to go now but please save me a few of those little squares until I come back.” The other judges were already at the next contestant booth, and he was falling behind. “I will.” He smiled as he quickly walked to the next booth.
~Flashback Over~
You giggled as you picked up the little bear and cleaned the dust of it before putting it back. That was a very special day for you. You won first place in the contest and the best part was the prize was enough money to get your own bakery business off the ground.
While you were preparing to get your brand together he was there whenever he wasn’t on patrol. From picking the brand name and colors to the different desserts you planned on putting on the menu.
Most of the time it didn’t last long when you would fall asleep at your computer with papers scattered across the dining table. He’s already in his pjs also ready for bed but you seem to beat him to it. He just chuckled as he gently picked you up in his arms.
You would squirm a little, but you would settle into his arms right away. “Time to get some rest honeybun” he whispers. He kissed the crown of your forehead, and you would put a small smile on your face.
After getting you settled into bed he would go back and save everything you have done so far and turn your laptop off. Fatgum also organizes all your paperwork even though it would get disorganized again the next day. After countless nights within a few months, you had your place up and running. Everything was a hit from day one.
You were able to find and hire the most reliable and loving people to help you run the establishment and everything was smooth sailing from there. All in all, you and Fatgum were getting closer and closer every single day. Right now, you were helping the staff clean up the place for the night despite them telling you they got it. You listened and decided to head inside your office.
Before you could sit in your chair your cell phone started to ring. When you picked it up it was your one and only Fatgum. “Hi Fatgum” you answered excitedly. “Hey darling I have something special planned for us tonight. I’ll pick you up from the shop in a few minutes, so I need you to be ready.” You smiled as you quickly began to grab your stuff. “Okay I’ll be ready when you get here. Do I need to bring anything?”
You heard him hum on the other end to make it sound like he is thinking. “You think you could bring those squares that I love?” You giggled as you tossed you bag on your shoulder. “Of course, besides I was going to bring them anyway.” “Mmmm you know me better than anybody else. See ya in a few minutes. Okay honeybun.” “Okay.” You ended the call as you went into the kitchen.
Luckily you made a batch for yourself to take home because sometime Fatgum craves a little dessert when he gets home sometimes. Just as you were walking out Fatgum was already standing at the entrance holding a bouquet of flowers. “Aww Fatgum you shouldn’t have.” He grabbed the container of sugary goodies and handed you the flowers. Before you were dragged out of the shop you heard your assistant manager.
“Don’t worry we’ll hold down the fort here. You go have fun.” They winked at you before Fatgum began to slowly drag you towards the door. Once out the door you and Fatgum began to walk down the sidewalk. “So, what’s the special surprise?” He didn’t look at you as a smirk form across his face. “Oh, you’ll see don’t worry about it.”
You poked out your lip and puffed out your cheeks which Fatgum finds cute. The night sky was so pretty with sparkling dots in the sky. As you got closer to the end of the sidewalk Fatgum pointed directly across the street. “Does that place seem familiar to you?” he questioned.
You looked across the street and sure enough you recognized it. “Fatgum that was the first place we met. Wow it looks so different now.” You saw there were more trees there and it wasn’t as vacant as it was years back.
“Yup now come on that’s just part of it.” You didn’t expect Fatgum to bend down and pick you up to put you over his shoulders. You giggled as he walked towards the entrance into the park. As you got under the trees you could see the moon shine through the trees which made it look enchanting.
You reached up and grabbed a flower off handing tree branch and put it inside your bouquet. You weren’t paying attention when Fatgum came to a halt. “We are here.” When you looked forward you gasped softly as you saw a huge picnic blanket sprawled out on the ground with a mini table, two plates, two glasses, two pillows and a basket.
The spot was being lit up by more moonlight which made it so beautiful. “Fatgum why did you do this?” He helped you slide off your shoulders as you walked closer to the blanket. “Why shouldn’t I? You work very hard, and my baby does deserve a reward for her hard work.” He came behind you to kiss you on the cheek as he helped you sit down on the pillow.
As the night went on you and Fatgum had dinner he made and a nice drink of wine. “Fatgum this is amazing. I can’t thank you enough. The dinner, the atmosphere and especially the dinner you made I don’t know what to say.” You were on the verge of tears as you fanned your eyes. “Aww sweetheart don’t cry.” He moved everything out of the way and pulled you close to him as he was leaning on a big tree trunk.
You just smiled and cuddled him as he scooped you up in his arms. “You know you are the love of my life right?” “Of course, I do, and you are the love of my life.” You gave him a quick peck but then it turned into a passionate kiss. When you pulled away Fatgum could see your eyes sparkle in the moonlight. “Wow you are so beautiful.” You began to smile again but then you felt him put you down onto the blanket.
“I have something to ask you and I have been waiting a long time to ask you.” You were a little confused but then you watched him as he got on one knee in front of you and pulled something out of his pocket. Now small tears began to form on the edge of your eyes. “Y/N L/N will you do me the honor of becoming the love of my life forever.”
You didn’t spare another second as you jumped onto him. “Yes! Yes! I do!” you squealed loudly. He could help but laugh as you were hugging him. You pulled away and you opened the box to see the ring shining gorgeously from the moon. You gasped at how stunning it is. Fatgum grabbed the ring from the little black box and then your hand. You watched as he slid it on, and you could feel the tears falling down your cheek.
Once the ring was on you admired how it looked on your finger and it fit like a glove. You began to smiled and laugh as Fatgum wiped away your tears. He grabbed your face and caressed your cheek. “I love you honeybun.” You leaned in and kissed him again and then you hugged him. “I love you too.”
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.
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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.
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.
