#ch: taishiro

[hanasnx]

i’m so very proud to present the brand new nominee for the bison cock category:

taishiro toyomitsu!!!!!

he’s alongside hak on this one, which is a very rare feat indeed! let’s all congratulate him

[mamayan]

Just thoughts I need to let out or I’ll die

NSFW ⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

Okay but Taishiro… ＿|￣|○ …♡ ♡ ♡

Hear me out please!

Your sweet pro hero comes home after a long hard day of catching bad guys, being used as a human shield, dealin’ with sharp little gremlins Eijirio *cough* Tetsutetsu that are all fired up to fight the bad guys but end up getting themselves beat up.

FatGum is tired. He’s hungry. He’s a little deflated and in need of some serious lovin’… that’s where you come in.

As he walks through the front door, having long gone over his usual hour of returning home, you see the state he’s in. He tries to put on that sweet smile but he’s fooling no one.

You’re starting the recharge process immediately.

Food is already still warm and ready to be plated for him to eat. You’re ushering him to his special seat (since he’s broken many chairs in search of this one which holds him perfectly). Giving him the generous portions he loves. He’s 10% right now.

Then you’re running him a bath, throwing in the epsom salt, setting the humidifier and essential oils to his favorite setting and scent. He’s hitting about 25%.

Then while he’s bathing, you enter, surprising the hero in his gigantic custom tub. You’re only wearing a small towel as you pad over the tiles to him, sitting on a stool to help reach and wash his hair!♡ He’s being given the best scalp massage, your fingers working magic down to his neck and even his jaw where he hadn’t noticed he’d been tense. Those hero grins will do that. Your sweet hero is rising to about 40%. He finally feels clean and more relaxed already.

You’d washed the bedding today anyway, so Tai is just so happy to slip into a clean warm bed as you dry his hair. You’re both in PJs, a good amount of snacks in arms reach as the Tv plays Tai’s favorite crime fighting investigation show (come at me, he’d definitely be a nerd for something like Criminal Minds). Your man is pushing around 60% now.

That’s when you move his snacks out of the way to straddle him. Right over his cock still safely tucked in his sweats. He’d be a bit surprised but happy to support your hips to keep you stead on top of him. He’d quickly grow hard underneath you as you whisper praises and love to him, all while dragging your hands down his torso and to his draw string. “I’m so proud of you gummy, my hero being so wonderful and amazing, I just want to spoil you ♡” “You’ve been working so hard Tai, I haven’t had any chance to love on you recently.” “Let me make you feel good.” He’ll be flushed and heavy lidded if you say the last line. His heavy cock pressed to you as you grind down on him. 70% here, he’s awake now.

Pull his pants down and reveal his thick veiny cock. His precum already dotting the reddened tip. He’ll visibly shiver when you wrap both hands around him and give a few gentle squeezes and pumps. “Fuck, look at ya suga’, fuck, so good…” he can’t help it when he moans long and loud as you wrap your lips around the head and suck. He’ll accidentally buck up a little too, sinking into your wet hot mouth and nearly losing his mind right there. Even though his dick is well above the average, you’ve perfected the best method to take him without feeling overwhelmed. Relaxing your jaw, you take a little more of him, before dropping one hand to his balls.

He really does lose it now. He’s super sensitive there, and your hands and mouth drive him straight into an orgasm.

You’re struggling to swallow, the enormous amount of cum spilling out your mouth and down to your chest while Tai watches the erotic display and trying to catch his breath. He’s a bit drained physically from the intense orgasm, but overall he’s at 99% now in terms of mood.

He’s dragging you into his arms and up his chest, dragging your bottoms off in favor of letting you straddle his face.

Then he’s devouring you. He’s licking all over, and inside, and leaving you a whiny shaking mess as he consumes his favorite dessert. When you’ve sufficiently soaked his face and chest with your cum, he’ll finally take you both into the bathroom to get cleaned up again… except this time it seems to be you getting pampered.

The BMI hero is now at 100%

[koushirouizumi]

Digimon Adventure: R E P E A T? [Taichi/Koushiro / Taishiro] (Fic)

Title: REPEAT?_ Chapter Title: Don’t Type: Fanfic (Ficlets) Chapters: 40/?? Fandom: Digimon Adventure (Franchise) Canon Point{s}: Adventure~02 through to some certain post-02 Canon Point{s}, it varies by timeline! {The main one, however, might be mid-Tri, pre-BNM’s exact ending} (Other future/later timelines+AUs may still include BNM’s ending; as this series was originally written before Bokura no Mirai aired!) [This one’s specific timeline AU is during Adventure Episode #30.] Rating: {M/M} R18+ (Ch. 2, some implied elsewhere), PG-13(+) (overall) Characters/Pairing: Koushiro x Taichi (KouTai) / Taichi x Koushiro (Taishiro[u]), this chapter: Yamato Ishida, implied background YamaTaikou / (mutually unrequited?) Yama->TaiKou (Yamato x Taichi x Koushiro as a {background Implied} Poly-ship) Verse(s): post-Repeat verse [my fic verse] {Note: A.M.Vs Route [many made since this part] depicts parallel timelines, invoving both canon!Taishiro and AU!Taishiro{s}, told in A.M.V form!}; Adventure-verse!Taichi (“Original!Taichi”) timeline AU Focus {Main} Fic Summary:  “Taichi wasn’t sure what he was expecting. …He just knew it wasn’t… this…” Notes: (Taishiro timeloops AU based on this a.m.v and fic outline in half-written form?) / advised to read the “main” portion of the initial fic first, as this basically spoils most of the story (up to about Ch./Part 22!) /  you could probably also read up to about Ch. 11? Maaaaybe just Ch. 3? Then this one can be read as a standalone? Maybe it could be read as a standalone overall (+ after watching the specific A.M.V linked above...??) (the end implies things though that connects to other later parts/AUs....) Warnings: (for initial chapters) mentions of / implied character death, injuries, etc. (it gets better??) (for this part: A N G S T ) + referenced death / injuries / blood ... ... ... (it doesn’t go on for a long time though?? ?) (read to the end) (for those who’ve read the fic or up to Ch. 3 OR watched the A.M.V: “the bridge” and The Aftermath of It) {Taichi has More Than a BIT of Self-sacrificial Tendencies going On; Please Take Caution if you decide to read!} Word Count: 230 (on AO3) {Chapter} Summary:   Taichi's -- screaming. Sobbing -- -- A hand grabs at his arm. " TAICHI !! " (  " D O N ' T "  ) READ: AO3

[kimunkur]

merry christmas to @takoyakitime​ !! i was your @fyeahbnha​ secret santa. i hope you like your gift 😊

[shysheeperz]

[rosiebrie]

Fatgum in chapter 271

(The way he carries the students reminds me of a mama kangaroo with her joeys 😭😭😭 I love him)

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Those Shoes (Ch.3)

Song Inspired: I Want You by Savage Garden

Notes: @youtubequeens Hope you stay hydrated and have a lovely time! <3 Here’s this bit for now :3

Warnings: Creepy people, not getting the hint that a person’s uncomfortable, unwanted flirting, and talk about emotions bc honestly what are they?

He smiled as Eijirou took a bite of his onigiri, Tamaki sighed softly at his younger brother, as said boy had specks of sticky rice on his face.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the boys were home from school, and Taishiro was enjoying his day off.  

“Did ya have a good day at work, Papa?” The ruby-eyed boy inquired, and Tai smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Ya bet I did, kiddo.”

 He didn’t tell his boys what he had exactly did for a living, but he promised himself that he would, in the future. So far, all they knew is that he was a professional dancer.

“Dancing must be hard.” Tamaki broke the silence after chewing on his scrambled egg, and his father laughed.

“Nah. It takes a lotta practice. Did you boys had fun at yer day at school?” He pondered, sipping from his cup of coffee.

“Yeah! There was a nice new boy who was shy! There were some mean kids, but I protected him!” Eijirou rambled excitedly. Taishiro chuckled, and then looked at Tamaki.

“Mirio fell in a puddle. Face first. I had to take him to the nurse.” He shrugged, yet Taishiro didn’t miss the soft glint that speckled in his eyes. He smiled.

“That kid’s pretty resilient, huh? Anyways, eat yer breakfast, then we’ll head out to the park, alright?”

………………

It was a pretty November day. Skeleton trees hovered beneath the rich blue sky as your shoes crunched up against the fallen colorful leaves. Although it hasn’t been a week, yet, you were slowly re-adapting to your hostess job, and nit and tucking the dancer’s clothes.

You were surprised on how many had requested your services, staying absolutely still as you kept a cool facade, keeping the pointed needle from digging into skin as you measured, cut, and sewed loose fabric. You believed in your abilities, yet it felt as if it didn’t matter.

You weren’t good at holding the obvious flirty conversations that somehow were being thrown at you out of nowhere. They would giggle, and you had to still your hand so that you couldn’t accidentally jab their shaking bodies, whilst trying to be polite.

Where did the sudden interest come from? You wondered. Your mother, undoubtedly, was on high alert as she noticed it, too. The flirting, joking, the inquiring questions. Luckily, the fitting room had a camera, and thankfully, your patients had known it too, so they were extra careful in not doing anything that was against the regulations. Your mother was watching, you all knew.

Speaking of which, she did not try to make things better. She would wink, or make subtle little jokes, as she explained that it was good for business. You couldn’t help but press your mouth in a firm line.

You worked so hard, finding the perfect materials, ignoring your own discomfort as you bit the bullet and tried to focus on making the outfit snug and resilient, while the owners ignored your tense shoulders and set jaw. You were appalled, as they used alluring honeyed words, directed your attention to a “loose” fabric between their thighs, and so on.

You, feeling a surge of retaliation, growled out that it would cost extra for you to fix certain areas, and preferred that the outfit was on a mannequin, instead.

Your spitfire attitude had certainly weeded out a few of the unwanted customers, but, gained some more who thought it was a challenge. You didn’t miss the look of sheer pride from your mother, however, as she sported a wicked grin.

“That’ll teach them. Might make your blond a little less jealous.” She winked, and you paled in question. He was jealous? Of what? You were only doing your job, charging the dancers a certain amount, and giving your mother, your boss, a small part of the revenue as she requested. Although a thorn in your side, she was also a beautiful rose, and you knew that she was helping you in her own way, thus, opening your eyes more to the situation.

It didn’t take you long to realize, that yes, he was jealous, and you were too busy to acknowledge the possibility, until your mother had to basically tell you. So, you took your time to observe your surroundings.

Daggers for a stare had met each and everyone of the customers who had followed you into the fitting room, you’ve seen. While hosting, you started to take breaks to watch him, much to the oddly placed chagrin in the other dancers. His style was a little different, more suave and seductive, rather than downright dirty. Back against the pole, he slid up slowly as he jutted out his chin, staring at you through blond lashes while sucking suggestively at one of his suckers, hardly minding the crowd as he gave you a show that was basically personal.  

He was addictive, you couldn’t help but think. His outfits, dances, and downright attitude made the other’s shadow in comparison.

 It brought you back to the present. Your feet shuffled against the dirt as you pushed yourself on the swing, breathing out huffs of warm air that meshed with the chilly atmosphere.

 He didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable, either. He did make a request, to tuck in a few strings into his nurse outfit, you remembered it so clearly. He had strutted into your office around the right time, white fishnet stockings and heels blended in nicely with the light aqua blue fabric that left very little to the imagination.

“Jus’ some strings near the neck, Sugar. Might even give ya a sucker if ya behave.” He winked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how corny it was, earning a smug smile and tinted cheeks. Although a little flirty, he stood perfectly still as you fixed the frayed mess that was near his clavicle, feeling his warmth resonate around you as you couldn’t help but seep it in. You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything about it. How you could feel a thundering, fast-paced heartbeat underneath your fingertips, despite his cocky facade, your face blushing immensely, or how the atmosphere seemed as if it might just break from underneath the metaphorical weight between the two of you.

However, true to his word, he began letting out pieces of information.

“We actually go to the same college.”

 You stopped to stare at him with full surprise.

“What? Really?”

“Well, ya graduated before I did, but I live near the campus. I��kinda saw ya every day. Not as a stalker!” He rushed before you could think of anything.

“-as in, my road to the school kinda passes your road, and I couldn’t help but not look away when ya were…ya know…It’s a very connected town, so I’ve seen ya…around.”

Then it hit you.

“Ah, so you must’ve seen me doing volunteer work?” You murmured, and he nodded.

“Well, yeah. You’re a familiar face. Couldn’t really ignore ya, ‘specially when you’re bein’ so wonderful half the damned time. Ya don’t know me, and I know it might be a lil’ creepy, but I promise ya that I don’t mean to be.” He babbled, face tinting a little more pink, and your ears burned from the forward acknowledged statement.  

So he noticed your volunteer work, and where you lived, and yet you didn’t really see him creeping around the bushes, or any tall figure of his build stalking around, for instance.

“So…is this why you have a sudden interest?” You asked, and you heard him swallow thickly.

“Pretty much. Doesn’t help that you’re kinda allurin’. Like a magnet.” He finished lamely, eyes shifting as he bit his bottom lip, and you couldn’t believe the shy signals that he was giving off as your own cheeks burned.

“Ah. Um…yeah.” You couldn’t help but say, and he snorted. You jutted your chin up and was about to give him a piece of your mind.

“We’re both kinda terrible at this. Anyways, that’s what I wanted to tell ya. Been seein’ ya around and makin’ the world a better place, an’ so I couldn’t help but like ya.” He waved off your short-lived glare as your expression softened.

“I don’t understand? You’re shy but not?” You questioned, nipping the small extra thread that you’ve already tucked in.

He shrugged.

“Emotions are emotions. Ya do things to me that I can’t explain, and I make ya into a flustered mess, and vice versa. I was at first too fuckin’ scared to really say or do anything, because the last thing I wanna be, is to be a creepy stalker in yer eyes.”

“I think I understand. As I don’t believe that you are a stalker…um…how do you? How did you-”

“Body language is a dead giveaway. Studyin’ to be a therapist. Plus, it’s relievin’ to get another validation that ya don’t find me creepy. ‘Specially after hearin’ my story.” He grinned, and your shoulders relaxed as you finished up your work.

“Ah, all done?” He pouted, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You have another appointments, as well as my number.” You reasoned, and his eyes lit up.

“So, I could call ya?” He asked hopefully, and you found yourself nodding before you could comprehend what he said.

“Awesome. I’ll see ya around, Chickadee.” He hummed, digging into his wallet as he paid you upfront, letting his hand brush against yours, and yet you didn’t mind. All too fleeting, he sauntered away, but not before giving you a final look.

“The ball is in yer hands, in whichever ya want this to be. Although, I gotta up my game, if I wanna keep the competition at bay.” He winked, and then turned to leave the room. The wheels in your head had seemed to stop, before whirling again with realization.

So, he was aware of it all? The flirting and unwanted attention that you were gaining? As if he had to compete against anybody, you couldn’t help but think.

He wasn’t like the other “suitors” who were more aggressive and rude, you couldn’t help but think, your chest fluttering at the idea of him being your partner.

It’s been three days after that. You did shoot him a text, and almost immediately, he responded. He was forward with his interest, and you were still in a bit of confusion, why he, still a stranger, had decided to pursue you so quickly. You couldn’t help but think that the stars must have aligned in the both of your favor, or that it must have been fate, for you couldn’t help but start to like him, as well.

His forward approach, his respectful nature, the duality of his emotions, on how he could be so forward, and yet somehow kind of shy, he hunted at a distance, not too close or disrupting your boundaries, while never failing to look for you, or put on a show.

An excited voice rambled you out of your thoughts, a very, familiar excited voice, and your attention snapped towards the direction at the upcoming person, or people.

……………………………….

He sucked. He was a sucker, and he let his emotions get the best of him. Why did he have to spill out everything? Now she knew that he was an eager fool, and he didn’t mention the most important part; his two boys. Although not biologically his, blood didn’t matter, they were his sons.  

Of course, while in his interest in pursuing, he was so caught up with classes, dancing, and raising his kids, a lot of things had passed his mind. He remembered laying in the darkness of his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling as his heart clenched.

What if she was only attracted to his dancing? The two of them had never made plans to meet outside of work, and if they did, would she be turned off by his more shy attitude? His more softer, meeker side? Unwanted thoughts swirled within his head.

He was making a mistake, he was putting too much time into a woman who he barely knew, and if she did like him, would she like his boys? They would always be his first and top priority, he could never lower their needs before a potential future partner.

Growling, he picked up his phone, searching for her contact. He began typing, and re-typing as he made sure that the sentence sounded perfect.

Me: I know it’s late, but do ya wanna go to the park, tomorrow around 9 am?

He bit his lip and pressed send. It’ll just be a hang out, he told himself. He’ll bring his sons, and if she reacted negatively, he would stop cold. Maybe move to another club. It was his fault for not mentioning that he had kids, and he didn’t blame her for not wanting to deal with him for not telling her in the first place. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions, and children might not be her priority, and he could respect that. The fated ding of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.

Chickadee: Sure. It’s supposed to be chilly, tomorrow, so wear something warm.

His cheeks felt like fire as his heart warmed up from the thoughtfulness. A chuckle escaped his throat. Even while texting, she still used proper grammar, and he couldn’t help but find that adorable. He kind of hoped that she wouldn’t be upset that he had kids, and he wouldn’t force her into anything that she didn’t want, if he did break it to her that he wanted to see her as a partner.

He was a dumb mess, he told himself. However, he wouldn’t mind to have her as a good friend, if anything else. He couldn’t help but like her, and she had a blunt, straight to the point attitude mixed in with that sweetness.

……………….

    “-lunch lady?!” A voice gasped in shock, the three familiar figures caught your full attention. Time stood still as you recognized the two small boys instantly, and behind them, stood none other than Taishiro. Surprise had hit you, but you couldn’t help but feel joy as little arms wrapped around your leg as you stopped the swing, seeing Eijirou glanced up at you with a toothy smile and bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile, pinching his cheeks a little as he giggled.  

“Hey, um, small world?” Taishiro asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“I volunteered at the orphanage a while back. That’s amazing, I’m so glad to you two, again.” You explained, looking at the boys.

“It’s good to see you, as well.” Tamaki said softly, and you smiled at the slightly older boy who gripped Taishiro’s jacket.  

“Oh, that’s pretty neat. Ya were in dietary?” He asked, sitting down on the swing next to you, Tamaki following closely. You looked down a bit shyly.

“Um, yeah. They were kind of short staffed, that year, and I was a pretty familiar face, so they asked, and I said yes.” You rambled, and he chuckled.

“You’re right about the pretty part.” He winked, and you huffed out a surprised laugh.

“Do you ever not flirt?” You inquired, and he grinned.

“I don’t flirt as much as ya think. Anyways, I wanted to know, if ya like to hang out with us, for the day?” He murmured softly at the end, and you felt yourself smile a little.

“I’d like to. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the boys. Although I missed the children, I couldn’t really stay, had college to go through, you know? It’s good that they’ve been adopted.” You rambled, watching Tamaki push Eijirou gently on the swing next to yours, the shyest of smiles graced the raven-hair’s features as the two were basically in their own little world.

“When I first came to this town, I didn’t really have anybody. So I took some time to think it over, and decided to adopt. They’ve been the light of my life for three years, now. Can’t imagine bein’ without ‘em.” He said softly, and you felt a burst of warmth envelop you.

“It’s good that they have a good dad. Do they know of your-?” You let the sentence hang, and he shook his head.

“Later. I doubt that they’ll judge, but I don’t want ‘em to know, just yet.”

It surprised you on how easy it was to make small talk, each of you opening up a little bit more. You fixed Tamaki’s coat, brushing the hair out of his eyes slightly when Taishiro had offered the group to get hot chocolate from the coffee shop that was near, chuckling as Eijirou’s eyes widened with pure glee.

Tamaki gripped your hand, Eijirou gripped Taishiro’s, and Taishiro held your free hand as the four of you crossed the street, and you couldn’t help but feel warmth at the domesticated atmosphere within your little group.

You wouldn’t mind if these sudden feelings stayed a little while longer.

[skuag]

Digimon Adventure 2020 - Ch. 3

Some comments under the cut!

Why are Yamato and Taichi ON Omegamon? Can’t they see it’s very dangerous??? They’re barely even holding him! I’m sure he would be able to fight better without these kids on him...

OMG the Taishiro friendship IS EVERYTHING! That scene in the elevator!! And then they hang out together the whole day!!

Miko LOVES Hikari he/she rans to her as soon as she arrives I’M HERE FOR THIS CAT!

Yamato lives in Shimane?!!!? This is SO BEAUTIFUL is he living with Kinu?? Where is Hiroaki?? I need more!!!

Apparently the summer camp only lasts for a day. And Sora is introduced to Koushirou!!! 

It seems that Sora is very popular and Koushirou is a little fan haha. They are the cutest I LOVE this friendship. So happy to see them meet each other!!

And the scene with Taichi hugging him omg

Sora’s eyes are kind of brown here, I liked her red eyes. And her outfit is a mess... I’m sorry to say I don’t like anything about her new design WHY TOEI SHE IS MY FAVORITE?! 

Sora and Taichi know each other.

[the-angriestpineapple]

brewed & beards - ch 7

Kirishima is making friends! He is happy and sad about this.

Chapter Seven - Sparring

Kiri was serious when he’d told Professor Taishiro that he was gonna throw himself into being a better student. He studied more, took ample notes in class, and threw himself enthusiastically into his wrestling practices. Tetsu was still the only guy in his weight class, so he was the only guy he was going rounds with. This wasn’t a problem until Tetsu attempted some weird new sidestep takedown and promptly twisted his ankle during their first matchup. Mirio carted him off to the school nurse with Tetsu screaming that he was fine, he could keep fighting, Mirio happily carrying the grey-haired man out the door.

“Just work on some cardio or something for now, I’ll be back!” Tetsu could still be heard yelling down the hall.

Kiri had shrugged and scanned the gym, his eyes landing on the punching bag. He remembered how Bakugou had intended to use it but wrestled him instead that first day, so he thought it might be a good replacement for his training with Tetsu. He rolled his shoulders and headed over to the bag, practicing jabs and hooks while his teammates wrestled on the mat a few feet away.

Mirio came back late, looking a little worse for the wear. Tetsu was very unhappy that he’d have to sit out practice for a week, and Mirio gave Kiri an apologetic look. “I’ll be happy to go some rounds with you despite not being in the same weight class for the week, but we’ll pick that up next time since practice is almost over.”

“No problem. I’ll probably just continue what I was doing for a while here, if that’s okay.” Kirishima gave Mirio a bright smile, hoping to convey to his captain that he was perfectly fine with the turn of events. He was honestly honored that Mirio was willing to step into the ring with him in order to ensure he was ready for their competitions. Mirio gave him a thumbs up and went around to each of the sparring pairs, watching them for a few moments before telling them to hit the showers. Kiri went a few more rounds with the punching bag until his teammates cleared out, calling farewells to him. Mirio was the last out of the gym, reminding him to not stay too late.

The gym was blessedly silent and empty of anyone else. Kiri stretched out his arms and decided to wrap up soon, but he wanted to do some bench presses first. He knew it was probably not the wisest choice to do so without a spotter, but he wasn’t stupid. He put only a little more than half of what he knew he could press on the bar before wriggling his way underneath it on the bench. He closed his eyes as he did his initial lift, and pumped the barbell slowly a few times. Just as he was angling to get it back onto the rack a voice spoke up.

“Shitty Hair, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Kirishima’s heart flipped and he looked up above his head where Bakugou was standing behind the rack, hands in his pockets, scowling.

“Uh, lifting?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “No shit. But without a spotter? You work at a gym and you’re gonna be a personal trainer, you should know better.” Kiri’s eyes widened. Did Mina tell him that? Maybe Uraraka did? He watched as Bakugou looked over the weight amount on the bar. “This is all you’re lifting?”

Kirishima blushed lightly. “Well yeah, because like you said, I didn’t have a spotter…” His voice trailed off as Bakugou turned and stalked over to the rack of weights, selecting a heavy circle and bringing it back over to Kiri’s bench.

“If you’re gonna do a workout, then do it.” He slid the new weight onto the bar, immediately going back to retrieve a twin and balance out the other side. Kiri looked at the additional weight and reached up, pulling the barbell from the rack and starting to pump it up and down. Bakugou lurked above his head, Kiri trying not to think of how perfectly crotch high his head was. Not right now Kirishima, focus…

���Uraraka showed me the plan you made her. It’s good.” His voice was so quiet Kiri almost didn’t hear him. “Thanks.”

“No… problem.” He huffed out the words between breaths, putting the bar back up for a moment to rest. “It’s what I want to do for a living, and I love doing it.” He glanced up at the blonde, who was looking at the weights on the barbell. Still scowling. Kiri shifted a little on the bench, and decided to ask a question that he’d been thinking about since that first wrestling practice.

“So… you’re really great in the ring, man. Why do you keep turning down Mirio?” Kiri reached up again, his fingers flexing around the bar.

“Tch. I don’t want to wrestle. I prefer boxing. But there’s no boxing team here at the school.” Bakugou’s eyes move from the weights to Kiri’s arms as the red-haired man lifts the bar into the air once again. “…You put up a good fight though. I’d be willing to go rounds with you again. If you need the practice.”

Kiri almost dropped the weights, and might have crushed his face had Bakugou not caught the bar.

“The fuck, Shitty Hair? What did I say about needing a spotter?” He scowled at Kiri as he maneuvered the bar back onto the rack.

Kiri chuckled nervously. “Sorry, sorry, I guess my arm… twitched, or something.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it. Bakugou squinted at him.

“Then I guess you’re done for now. Though I don’t know if I should trust you spotting me, after that.” The blonde moved over to the next rack, starting to put weights on it. “Can I trust you, Kirishima?”

Kiri’s heart stopped in his chest. He used his real name, and he’d asked so casually. Kiri didn’t answer right away, silent long enough for Bakugou to look back at him in annoyance. “Yeah. Yeah Bakugou, you can trust me.” He fixed the blonde with a smile. Bakugou rolled his eyes again and resumed putting weights on the bar.

“Good. Clear off your rack and wipe it down, then get over here.”

Kirishima did so, and spent the next hour watching Bakugou’s veins bulge out of his arms as he bench pressed more than Kiri himself had just been doing. Now I’m friends with both of them, I think… Kiri thought to himself. Bakugou let out a grunt as he dropped the bar back on the rack. That’s… that’s great. That’s totally fine. Bakugou stretched, his arms coming up on either side of Kiri’s legs, and he grinned up at the redhead.

“That’s how you do it, Shitty Hair.”

This is totally not going to be a problem at all.

[izzyizumi]

                                 “ Did you find the ‘ ANSWERS ’ ”                                       “ You were looking for ? ”                                                   - “ ??? ”

                                         “ DON’T   YOU   FIND                         SUCH AN     extraordinary     SCHOOL LIFE                                                      FUN ? ”

                         - “ The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya ”           ( originating inspired quote / inspirations, source of above gifs )

                “ Did you find the ‘ ANSWERS ’ you were looking for ? ”

                                           “ I DON’T K N O W . ”                                                       “ YES ”

DIGIMON ADVENTURES/TRI ~ Epilogue Challenge + HEADCANONS DAY #9 - C O - E X I S T A N C E ( + A bit of a personal note ... )

gifs by @izzyizumi , { DO NOT REPOST } { DO NOT REMOVE CAPTION } { usage of gifs may be allowed if permission is asked / or if credit is given. However, read my about & FAQ pages first. Please do not use / ask if you match anything in my “Do Not Interact” section. }

{ Additional note: this post/fanworks series is mainly intended TAICHI x KOUSHIRO [Taishiro], please remember + respect this when interacting please tag only as “Taishiro” for ship, thank you! }

                                         “I DON’T KNOW”                                  “ Perhaps I was never KNOWLEDGEABLE at all. ”                 - Izumi Koushiro, Digimon Adventure - Repeatverse

                                          Maybe this is a

                                                 DREAM.                   An endless dream in a world of ... nothingness                                          but   some of those                                         s t r a n g e    o n e s                                                     FIGHT                                           with everything they                                                       HAVE

                                     even  when  they're  LOSING                                                HAVE    LOST                                                  ... it's almost                                                         FUN

                                            PROVE ME WRONG.

                                            R E P E A T ?_ N/Y?_

                                            - “ HOMEOSTASIS ” ,                     Digimon Adventure - REPEATverse Fic Ch. 13

( I couldn’t think of anything specific to do for this day’s prompt, so, compiles a bunch of AUs verses Aesthetic-like gifs with implied headcanons ) [ and also, a ficverse!Homeostasis quote featuring my “writing” / inspirations ]

( note: if you don’t want to bother with fic/my writing, you may prefer trying the AMVs verse [ it has cool music ?!...] ! )

[ + once upon a time, Oct. 25th, 2017, one day after my birthday. yes, I made a Taishiro Fan-soundtrack using THIS particular track as inspiration, remembered a certain other favorite series of mine had a ton of cool/actually fitting-for-the-themes/plot music, realized “ HEY I MAYBE CAN ACTUALLY MAKE AN AMV TO THAT SONG ”, and things kind of ... uh ... spiraled as I came up with too many AUs to list + EPILOGUE-ERA AUs / HEADCANONS ESPECIALLY INCLUDED ]

... And, you know, I don’t regret that I’ve worked on this 30k+ WORDS/AMVs. Even if only got a couple reviews initially, (I know, my writing is poor) [ there’s reasons for that that would be way too time-consuming to explain ] I met some amazingly kind fans via it I’ve received other nice comments since, too, honestly, after all the hard work/time I poured into those self-indulgent AMVs, I can only say to those who encouraged, supported, and chatted with me, ( me, a person with autism + severe anxiety who was terrified of posting anything with my deeper thoughts, ) those who gave it a chance, thank you so much. I’m genuinely SO HAPPY if my writing/fanworks could help ANYONE. to be honest I wrote more like 50k+ total words including extra shortfic bits but I got cold feet about posting the rest of them for now, I’m sorry... maybe someday I’ll post them to a more private/personal space where I can actually control (again) who follows me & interacts & follows my rules because ... yeah, some other people didn’t do this

there were numerous times I nearly gave up contributing Adventure contents including right away, from the very beginning, especially after seeing / continuing to see all the anti Adventure/Tri/canon Adv!Chosen hate/over excessive criticisms, and ... I’m glad I didn’t

[ note: commenting/tagging respecfully/positively is ok ! ] { DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST / MY FANWORKS IF YOU ARE LGBTQIAPN+phobic in ANY WAY } [ Inlcudes: biphobic, panphobic, queerphobic, mspecphobic, aphobic/acephobic/arophobic, enbyphobic, exorsexist, anti-polyamorous, Exclusionists, TERFs / transmeds / truscum / “radfems” and the like, “Anti-Mogai”, “Mogai-critical”, “” Gender-critical ”” etc. ] { DO NOT TAG THIS POST AS ANYTHING LIKE “Q-SLUR”, “Q-WORD”, “DISCOURSE” ETC. PLEASE ONLY TAG “QUEER”. } [ Please read my “about” and “FAQ” pages for more on who I won’t interact with/promote. ] { IF I NOTICE OTHERWISE, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. DON’T DO IT. } ( Just don’t do it I’m SO TIRED of having to add these PSAs. )

[16kamaru]

Characters: - Midoriya Izuku | Deku - Togata Mirio | Lemillion - Amajiki Tamaki | Suneater - Uraraka Ochako | Uravity - Kesagiri Man - Hado Nejire | Nejire-chan - Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead - Taishiro Toyomitsu | Fat Gum - Kirishima Eijirou | Red Riot - Asui Tsuyu | Froppy Manga: Boku no Hero Academia, ch.137 Manga creator: Horikoshi Kohei Used: dip pen, black ink, watercolors

My first big project!! I decided, I wanted to make a bigger version of this, like a big poster, on my wall. And I'm kind of happy with how it came out. Obviously, I messed up a lot. I didn't follow my base lines properly, sometimes scratch my paper too much, I happened to spill the ink all over my workplace (luckily not on my drawing), and so on.

There's a lot of error and now I'm thinking about redoing this whole thing in a better way. But overall, I had a lot of fun while drawing this. Even recorded a few videos on TikTok (too bad I'm not getting any views, literally). So, I can't wait till I start my next drawing. It's so calming and relaxing. Especially, when it involve Midoriya's hair!!

[hanasnx]

taishiro's beefy arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his broad, sweat-slicked chest as he used your pliant body like a personal fleshlight. his hips pistoned relentlessly, the thick, bulbous head of his cock dragging deliciously against your tender walls. a groan rumbled in his throat, his grip tightening as he chased his own pleasure. the obscene sounds of your sodden pussy squelching around him mingled with the creaking of the bed. you were tight as shit—so sweet to give up your pussy for a day so he could work off the stress, the built up adrenaline he had from fighting villains almost everyday.

taishiro's piggy eyes were half-lidded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he ruthlessly pounded into you. sweat beaded on his flushed skin, dripping down to mingle with the mess between your thighs. "uungh, yo— you gonna be a good girl and take this fat cock f’me?” he asked, voice thin and strained, sounding almost as if he was gonna sob form how good your pussy felt. “yeah, yeah you will, always was good at that. always s’good at sucking me in, a-and tightening around—fuuck— won’t let this pussy go, swear, just gotta milk my cock, make me feel good. ‘thas it baby, fuck.. thank you.” - 🧃

( capitalizing off u saying he uses u as a fleshlight 🙂‍↕️🙏 and this is me coming out to say tai is definitely a yapper in bed!! u can’t shut that man up!! )

ngl juicy you left me speechless with this one. i would periodically come back to look at it, as i often do with your messages, and marvel at it in my inbox while i gatekept it

like if i were to quote my fave bits, i'd just be quoting the whole thing basically like i loved how punctual you were with it when i mentioned taishiro. the dialogue especially was so perfect, could hear his voice and i was melting into the floor. he's a yapper by god he's a yapper

godd juicy you're so good to me. do you have a writing blog or what bcos drop the @. believe me it kills me to share you but its time i stopped hiding u from the world in the safety of my inbox

[hanasnx]

i miss him

[hanasnx]

me when i remember taishiro toyomitsu

[hanasnx]

body swap au with me and tai where i just jack myself off over and over again

[hanasnx]

-ˏ͛ ꒷꒰ boku no hero academia ⿻ m.list ꒷ˏ͛-

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"Grenadier bracers on my wrist, I'm about to pull the pin / Come at me with all your might or I'ma melt off all your skin." — Kamil. (2018). Bakugo.

彡 ch: katsuki bakugou 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ "don't bury thoughts..."

smut ¡! ❞

✩ "double bubble..."

other ¡! ❞

✩ chicken shop date

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: taishiro toyomitsu 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ prompts

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | FAQ