Tamaki has had bad luck in the dating world. His two relationships crashed and burned. At this point, his hopes aren't high: he thinks he'll probably die alone, but he wants to get laid.
It helps that he's a /little/ drunk when he fills in the profile. Otherwise, he might not have dared to take that picture of his abs in front of the nearest mirror. But the app wants even /more/ pictures, and he's not quite drunk enough to start a whole photoshoot. So+
he adds a few pictures of his gallery: two landscape pictures, his favorite dish and his dog. He sets up his profile and goes to make himself another drink, sure that he'll have to wait a little.
And waiting he does. There's a lot of people, but he finds himself+
dismissing them for one reason or another. This one has a scary scowl, and that one mentions they have a lot of friends and he'll probably make Tamaki feel pathetic for his own small number of them-
He's more than a little drunk, but his anxiety doesn't feel any+
less intrusive. He thinks everyone will reject him, or think he's weird, or that they'll think the picture of his abdomen is fake unless he sends them more, and then their interactions will become an endless stream of lewds. He doesn't look built with his clothes on. His ex+
once said it was like someone had copied and pasted his face in the wrong body, like some weird magazine collage.
Remembering that should make him glad he's /not/ dating the asshole anymore, but it just makes him feel more miserable. He was an asshole that+
wanted him; willing to put up with all his oddities. He wasn't that great himself, and Tamaki still wasn't able to keep him.
He has no hope of keeping anyone else.
In the end, he finds himself chatting with three people. The guy with the legendary scowl, because he looked like+
he'd grasp the concept of /only/ wanting to get laid. The guy with too many teeth, who could probably do better than Tamaki, really, but had a really disastrous typo in his profile, and he sounded far too nice for Tamaki to feel good not telling him. And a fake account.
Tamaki guesses it's technically not catfish if he can tell the account is fake from the get-go. Mirio Togata is his favorite actor, and posters of him have been his masturbation material for as long as he can remember. So he recognizes the pictures immediately: a magazine cover+
released four months ago, for a special summer number; and some pictures from his social media. Mirio Togata in a pool, with the sun over him and that huge bright grin that warmed your heart through the screen. The person even included a picture of the actor's cat.
It's not the kind of pictures you'd get in a quick Go//ogle search. Which is the reason why Tamaki swipes right: maybe, and just /maybe/ he's in the presence of another fanboy.
Yes, he just wanted to get laid and everything, but Mirio Togata's fanbase is- well, not exactly+
sparse, but not exactly the kind that makes it easy to have a conversation. Tamaki loves the guy's body as much as the next person, but he also believes he's a skilled actor: he's followed his evolution for years, and feels an odd sense of pride for his accomplishments. And+
it's hard to have any conversation past a few phrases with anyone thinking he's just a cute face with nice abs.
The pictures the fake account chose give him a /little/ hope. There isn't a single shirtless picture; even with the pool, they chose one that focuses+
on his face, not on his body. They even included a picture of his cat, and Tamaki knows you'd have to be a true fan to know the man's cat.
He was trying to decide what to ask first when the guy messaged him. He didn't ask Tamaki's credit card information, or his immediate+
location or whether he had any family heirlooms or whatever scammers ask when they want to steal from you. He actually asked about his dog, and Tamaki was always happy to talk about Lemillion.
>>Lemillion? like the movie?
>>U a fan?
The message makes Tamaki roll his eyes.
<<I'm /his/ fan, yeah.
<<But you're not him.
He gets no answer for a while, and then a bunch of laughing emojis and a 'That's a new one' followed by even more laughing faces.
<<Has anyone believed you so far?
<<A famous actor using some shady dating app??
>>It's not /shady/
>>this is my third dating app
>>least shady of all 😂
<<Still
<<He wouldn't need one
<<He could get anyone he wanted
<<just asking
>>maybe he's busy?
>>His career takes a lot of time
>>And maybe he's a really good friend
>>So people always want to stay+
friends
>>Not date him
Tamaki laughs.
<<Nice try
<<He looks like he'd make a good friend
<<But you're not him
<<Sorry you got friendzoned
He gets another onslaught of laughing emojis.
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In time, Tamaki stops using the dating app. There were, predictably,+
a bunch of assholes there, and decent people with better prospects than him. Tamaki ended up playing matchmaker for Bakugo (nasty scowl) and Kirishima (red hair and too many teeth). So, instead of getting laid, he got other two friends he could be the third wheel of. Just his+
luck.
Maybe he should just drop the dating market altogether. Clearly, he's not built for it.
>>mb you're just going for the wrong people?
>>Ur a cool guy
>>They're dumb if they don't see it
The compliment makes Tamaki smile.
For the first few weeks, he was really guarded+
talking to this guy. But little by little, his wariness started to melt. After all, he doesn't have the kind of money that would justify someone investing this much time talking to him. There must be easier targets for this scam; more credulous targets that don't happen to be a+
walking encyclopedia on the actor he's trying to impersonate. As time moves, he starts to think maybe the guy (at least he thinks it's a guy) is just bored. Maybe he needs someone to chat with between one crime and the next. Or maybe he's not a scammer, but just some person so+
deep into inanity even Tamaki is fun to talk to.
At first, they talk about their pets. Even if this guy is not Mirio Togata, he owns a cat of the same breed, and he loves to talk about her. He feels guilty about leaving her alone so often, so Tamaki suggests him+
to get a second cat, so they can keep each other company. A week later, he receives a picture of a slick black cat, with huge yellow eyes.
>>Suneater says hi!
<<Why that name?
>>It's nice, huh?
>>It's my favorite restaurant
Tamaki frowns, and then smiles.
>>you know that's a hole in your story, right?
>>Mirio Togata has never set foot on that place
<<🤣🤣🤣🤣
<<Nope, I'm pretty sure it's my favorite place
>>Right
>>I /work/ there
>>I've never seen him
>>Maybe he goes in disguise
>>So his manager can't see him breaking his diet
<<Fun story, but that doesn't happen
>>I'd know
> >Are you a waiter?
<<No
<<I work in the kitchen
> >Maybe that's why you haven't seen me
> >I don't eat in the kitchen
Tamaki chuckles.
<<Fair
<<Still don't believe you
┐( ̄ヘ ̄)┌
<<But smart
The one awful thing about fucking Fatgum is that you can't bite him.
It kind of sucks, but it's true: whenever Tamaki tries to give him a bite, his teeth sink in his fat, like pretty much any other sharp object. Even when he tries with+
all his might, he can't. And it drives him absolutely insane.
Kirishima and Tetsu say they don't mind it, but Tamaki can hardly measure himself with them: they haven't been here as long as he has. They haven't gone through the frustration, the /helplessness/ of wanting to mark+
him, just a little, and finding it impossible.
It's silly. Tamaki doesn't own Fat: no one can, and it's not like any of them /want to/. /Especially/ not Tamaki, with Mirio, and their entangle of a relationship where he can't tell where one finishes and the other ends.
Mirko taunting Fatgum as she gets ready to peg him. The BMI hero is on all fours, naked, skin flushed from embarrassment as Rumi plays with his ass. She sinks her fingers in his hole, licking her lips, and then kneads the skin of his ass: it's not every day, she+
mutters, that she finds a man thicker than her to fuck.
Her strap is thick and long; way thicker than her fingers. It's also bright orange, and Toyomitsu didn't know why until she asks, dead serious, if he wants her carrot.
Fatgum starts laughing, but the sound becomes a rough+
grunt when that thick head finds his rim, entering him. Rumi takes him slow at first, enjoying the way he stops talking; the way he grunts and clenches his fists and takes her.
Then, she starts moving. Rumi fucks him relentlessly, making him scream. He's so big she can't kiss+
#EndHawks, first date
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I think one of my favorite things about Hawks (at least the way I see him) is that he looks relaxed, right? Chill guy? /Let's-wait-and-see/ guy? But he isn't.
Man is a micro-manager. He would never, heaven forbid, /tell/ someone what to do, but+
he'll pull at the strings in any way he can to ensure the outcome will be what /he/ wants.
It's a survival ability. When he was with the commission, it was about survival: as a tool, he couldn't have wishes, and voicing them out would have been admitting that he was defective.
So he learned to find his way around restrictions; to convince others that they wanted what he wanted.
So, when it's time for his date with Enji, micro-managing birb plans absolutely everything out almost obsessively: he researches the restaurant and the meals and makes sure+
Fatgum bench pressing Mirko. Just- this huge beast of a man mounting her. He feels heavy on top of her, so much she almost can't breathe. When she is on top, she goes fast. When he is on top, he fucks her slow. As if he wanted to torture her: she can feel every inch+
of that massive cock ripping her insides.
It feels like it takes forever. Her orgasm builds up and she's screaming, first taunting him, but Fatgum never takes the bait. He keeps his pace steady but brutal, plays with her breasts, his hands so massive he can massage them both+
with one, while his other hand holds her hips in place.
She hates him while it happens, but the pay off is fucking worth it: she comes with her whole body, toes curling and body shaking and growls breaking her throat. She's pretty sure she kicks, too, but her leg rarely does+
Tamaki jolts, his hands clinging to this guy's shoulders to steady himself. They break the kiss with a wet 'pop.' The sound reminds Tamaki of the champagne- he /probably/ shouldn't+
shouldn't have mixed that with beer. And he definitely shouldn't have mixed the two together with sake. He's way drunker than he thought. The room wavers when he moves, and he has to cling to the guy's shoulders to try and stay in two feet.
The guy he was kissing (Dai? Tai?) doesn't seem to mind. His body is a tad lankier than Tamaki would've liked, but he still feels solid, with big hands that close on Tamaki's ass. Kissing him was good, too: a little too wet, but hot. His breath tastes of+
Mirio has a knack for voyeurism. He likes the idea if being watched. Whenever Tamaki is inside him, he likes to close his eyes and imagine a crowd watching him. He imagines the hundreds, maybe thousands of hands flying off to+
so many strangers' pants: hundreds or thousands of people jerking off to /him/.
At a point, Tamaki starts watching conferences. Mirio has no idea why he wants to hear people talk about science stuff when they're not at school, but it works wonders for his kink. Whenever Tamaki+
plays those, he locks himself off in the nearest bathroom to jerk off, imagining himself in the middle of a lecture, naked, his boyfriend's hand lazily curled around his cock to distract him, almost nonchalantly, as if he was an annoying pet asking for attention. He always+