#taishiro toyomitsu prompt

[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

[the-piantist]

|Sweet Tooth| Taishiro Toyomitsu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ko-fanatic]

Perfection (Chapter two: Routine)

Rating: Teen and above Pairing: DabiHawks Characters: Touya Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Jin Bubaigawara, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum), Mirio Togata Content warnings: Eating disorders, abuse by authority figures and parents, depersonalisation/dissociation/derealisation, intent to self harm/self-harm thoughts, vomit, codependency, mentions of extreme child neglect, mentions of growing up in poverty, and suicidal thoughts Summary: Keigo has to miss their study session because of extra hockey practice, Touya spirals. AO3 LINK Part one

Touya had once been told by a psychiatrist that routines were very important. They kept the mind focussed and clear of the daily noise, made it easier to keep healthy habits, and generally improved mental health. Touya’s still not so certain about that last part, considering… everything. He can keep a routine, lives by it, but that psychiatrist was hardly the top of his profession, and had left Touya to burn alone about two months after that conversation.

Of course - he’s Touya, after all.

He wakes up at half five every morning - even on the weekends. He takes his meds, brushes his teeth, and pulls on his exercise gear, and from there is his morning run, his stretches, and (if he can fit it in) some minor barre practice. Then, a shower before he dresses for school, and he leaves with his breakfast in hand.

He used to jog to school and change there, but the bus is more convenient when it comes to actually eating his breakfast, and ballet dancers don’t actually starve themselves.

It’s stupid to do so.

Really.

Still, even as he maps it all out in his head as he brushes his teeth, staring into the mirror with vacant gaze, he can’t help but feel… empty. He knows this inside and out, has been following the exact same routine for a year now, and always thrived off the predictability of it all. Touya likes knowing what needs to happen in a day. But lately, it’s felt almost claustrophobic.

He thinks of Tomura and Shuichi, and the text he still hasn’t sent. Maybe, after practice, he could call them and have the two idiots on speaker as he goes through homework. He also has his habit tracker, as he didn’t do it the night before, thanks to the bone-deep exhaustion he felt. He… missed them.

He talks to Shoto, he talks to Natsuo. He can occasionally convince himself to exchange empty smalltalk with their mother, and Fuyumi will attempt to cajole him into conversation with her, too. He makes a point of not talking to their father.

He talks to his teacher.

He talks to Keigo. That’s where he should focus. Keigo is not his dysfunctional family, or his Засранец of a teacher. Keigo is special, and interesting, and ignites something in him which had fizzled out before they met.

So why are those feelings coming back? If he’s still talking to Keigo, then why does he still feel…

Alone.

He spits. He looks up to the mirror and prods at the dark skin under his eyes, like he had the night before. He doesn’t just feel tired, he looks it, too. He’s just staring, minty foam at the corner of his slackened lips and his dead eyes. It’s uncomfortable, so he turns away.

He has a run to get on with, after all. And stretches. And a shower. And…

---

“Whoa, kid, sit down!”

That’s how Jin greeted him, the moment Touya set foot in the school kitchen. The older man had stubbed out the cigarette that he definitely wasn’t allowed to be smoking inside, looking over him as if Touya would collapse at any moment.

Slightly dizzy or not, Touya wasn’t going to be “doted on” like that so early in the morning.

“I’m just tired!” He snapped, waving Jin’s concerned hands away, because he felt fine, “I came to give you my diet plan for the week, ‘cause I forgot yesterday.”

Jin still looks wary, hovering over his shoulders like a pesky gnat around dog shit, but he takes the paper with minimal prompting. He looks it over, whistles lowly, but makes no comment other than that.

About the food, anyway.

“Magne’s not seen you in a while,” Jin hums, looking over at him in a way that Touya just knows is Jin’s attempt at being subtle, “Neither has Atsuhiro.”

“I’m just…” Touya trails off, not really knowing what to say. It’s not like he doesn’t want to see them, but training’s been tough and he’d been in rehearsal after rehearsal until just recently, and he was playing the Prince in the last recital he did and he wanted to be the villain but he’s always the handsome prince with the pretty girl -

“In one of your moods?”

“What?!” He bit, baring his teeth a little more than he meant to - than what was really warranted.

“You get into these moods where all you do is ballet and homework, and the only people who can hold half a conversation with you are Takami and Sho-kun,” Jin shrugged, face neutral, “It’s cool! Just a part of being friends with ya.”

Part of Touya wanted to ask, if he was so antisocial, why they still hung out with him. A convenient choice? A near bottomless wallet for pizza and snacks? Call him an emo, but he didn’t get why the others bothered with company that just… wasn’t that great.

He’d blow them off constantly, only to worry that he wasn’t a good friend, but would ultimately not make any move to change his behaviour for the better.

Isn’t that just like someone else you know?

“Seems you’re getting out of it, though!” Jin enthused, earning a questioning tilt of the head, “If you were in it deep, you wouldn’t care.”

Touya hummed, not really giving an affirmative or negative, but storing that away for later. Just to ruminate on.

To hate himself just a bit more for, maybe.

---

Touya stretched out his knees, hips and ankles as he waited outside of what the students creatively nicknamed “the new wing”. He stretched his arms above his head and popped his back. He debated doing something a little more strenuous - like a kneeling quad stretch or front splits - to burn off some of the strange energy thrumming through his muscles.

He decided against it, eyes peeled and scanning the buses that came and went with eerie attention. He’s been told he doesn’t blink enough. Holds his eyes open kind of wide, too, which looks kind of deranged with the blue of his irises. Still, he does it anyway.

He sees a small cluster look directly at him, give him a strange look, and then go back to whispering conspiratorially amongst themselves as they scurry off to classes. Whatever. He’s used to being the “weird kid” - comes part and parcel with being autistic.

Someone - he doesn’t remember who - once asked if he had a personality disorder. He can’t remember if it was actually a good natured question or not, can’t remember his response to it, even. A snapshot of a moment that just kind of sticks in your brain.

Now he’s older, he thinks he may, but doesn’t feel like unpacking that any time soon. Fuyumi mentioned BPD to him once, but he’s pretty sure it was projection or something - it’s not like she doesn’t fit the criteria herself.

He’s spiralling.

He itched at his right arm, probably a bit harder than he should, but spotting a particular bus pull up was like all the oxygen suddenly returned to his personal space. The beat up thing was nothing spectacular, dents in the side and obvious rust on the back wheel rim. Still, he waited for it every day because -

“Touya!”

Keigo alighted, saw him in a couple of seconds, and beamed oh so brightly. And that made the waiting worth it. One day, maybe, this would be the point where Touya would rush forward and they’d do something gross and sappy, like kiss where everyone could see them. Or he’d die alone.

… Jesus.

“Hi, Kei,” Was all Touya said when Keigo was once again at his side. Like it was nothing, really. Like he hadn’t been slowly suffocating ever since bidding him goodbye yesterday and now he could breathe again.

Like they were friends, he guessed.

But still, despite his messy thoughts, he and Keigo continued on as usual. Keigo complained that, by the time he’d gotten back, the fried chicken place he liked to frequent had closed for some emergency or other and so he’d had nothing to “tide him over” until dinner. Touya had a couple of low-fat greek yoghurts for breakfast, and tried not to show how hungry the mere idea of eating between meals made him.

But the soothing balm of Keigo’s presence was soon over as they reached the corridor where Keigo’s first class of the day was held.

“Oh, um, while I remember…” Keigo began, fidgeting with the zip of his hoodie, “I have to cancel our study session tonight.”

The air drew thin, and Touya was apparently quiet for too long, as his best friend rushed to continue.

“Toyomitsu-sensei wanted to go over some more plays, as the national semi-finals are approaching, and I’m a pretty important player, so… y’know…” Keigo finished lamely, but it gave Touya time to scrape himself together.

“Of course, Kei,” Touya nodded, “We can always study tomorrow.”

---

Touya Todoroki was obsessive and clingy.

It was something he was well aware of, a foible he’d had come back to bite him multiple times, and he refused to be ignorant of it. But still. When things like this happened, despite it being nothing, really, it burned. The fire stocked inside of him and scorched all the way up as he breathed. It charred his lungs and throat and teeth. It turned him into a blackened husk from the inside out.

Which is why he skipped the first class of the day, to wait out the blistering feeling in the bathroom. He wasn’t really crying , per say, but there was dampness on his eyes and the back of his hand, his cheeks now catching fire and flaming red.

It all came back to fire.

His lighter was heavy in his hand, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from it. He’d hastily unbuttoned the cuff of his right shirtsleeve and hitched it up as soon as he’d entered the stall. In preparation for this.

He’d never realised he’d hit this point, self harming in the bathroom stall at school. He did carry his lighter everywhere, sure, but he’d never actually crossed that boundary before. Not over… whatever he was doing this for.

Perhaps that was what he’d truly froze over. The fact it was here, and because… What? His best friend couldn’t hang out with him? What a pathetic joke. What a manipulative piece of shit, wanting to hurt himself because Keigo had extra practice. What if he knew? What if he found out?

Touya doesn’t explain these thought processes - to anyone, really - because he knows how they sound. Does the intention to manipulate when doing these things make all the difference, or is he still a terrible person?

If he texted Keigo, saying that he was thinking about burning himself because he wanted to go to practice instead of doing homework with him, he knows Keigo would drop those plans instantly.

He’s aware he’s a hypocrite. Still, the thought is like swallowing glass. He can’t stand the fact that Keigo tries so hard to fit into what he considers the “perfect friend” to Touya, that he’ll actively twist and turn his behaviours and desires to suit his idea of what Touya wants, until the game of telephone becomes so murmured that neither of them can tell which party wanted what. Keigo actively goes out of his way to acquiesce, and Touya will think it’s fine until it isn’t.

This is a time he told you what he wants, don’t ruin it for him.

The thing is that he hates Keigo doing that, but half the time, Keigo doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. Part of him is terrified, terrified that one time he won’t realise and he’ll push it too far, but it will still be all his fault -

The fire is coming up.

The lighter drops to the floor as Touya flings himself over the toilet seat, coughing up a meagre mouthful of watery puke. He realised with delayed reaction that he was sweating like a pig, gasping like he’d just sprinted a marathon, and despite the charr in his chest and guts, his extremities were ice cold.

“Fuck…” He gasped, nose wrinkling at the awful smell of stomach acid and congealed yoghurt, “… Fuck…”

---

He didn’t end up burning himself in the school bathroom, did end up going to Geography.

For however much it sucked, throwing up low-fat yoghurt in the middle of a panic attack, it did snap him out of the actual urge to self harm. You win some, you lose some - he guessed. It’s not like he was planning to camp out in the bathroom indefinitely, either, so he just gave the halfhearted excuse of stomach troubles and let the less mature classmates giggle about that amongst themselves.

The lagging is back, worse than the night before. It takes him a couple of tries to grip the back of his chair and pull it out from the desk. He’s unsteady as he takes a seat. He fumbles his pen as he tries to ready it for notetaking.

He panics less when he realises he can barely work out what the teacher’s saying, garbled syllables jumping and mixing into their own jumbled language. He can’t fix it, not unless he takes the lighter out of his bag again and actually do it this time, but he won’t.

The moment’s passed.

He leans his head on his hand, looking vaguely in the direction of the teacher. He might be drooling, like last night, but he’s not really aware enough to truly tell or control it if he is. It’s like his vision is hazy around the edges, going out of focus, but there’s no lightheadedness - or, not like he would be if he was going to pass out.

Times like this, he wishes that someone else were here with him. Someone who got it. Sure, Tomura is younger than him, but as the only other person Touya knew who also experienced… this… He found himself sorely missing Tomura’s company in that moment.

Not that he deserved it.

“You get into these moods where all you do is ballet and homework, and the only people who can hold half a conversation with you are Takami and Sho-kun. It’s cool! Just a part of being friends with ya.”

“Hey, we gonna see you this month or should we give Dabi another bullshit sidequest while you prance around?”

“Communication is a two way street, Touya-kun, please remember that.”

He gags quietly, managing to bring a hand up to his mouth to hide it. It’s not like there’s really anything to retch up after his previous episode, anyway.

He irritates people, he understands that. He also understands he should be the one to reach out. But what’s the acceptable limit? How many times can he reach out before it comes off as cloying?

How come he can only seem to make himself reach out for Shoto and Keigo? Why does he push everyone else away?

He gets no work done during that class.

---

“Focus, Touya!”

The bark from his teacher wasn’t unexpected in the slightest, more expected with everything running through his head. It’s all a garbled mess of Keigo, his friends, his obvious flaws, Keigo, Shoto, his dad, and Keigo. His brain feels crammed full of crap, and the gears and cogs rusting away as he goes for another half-hearted tour en l'air.

“You’re better than this!”

He isn’t.

He comes to the end of the variation, mouth set in a grim line as he turns his hazy gaze to the teacher. Waiting for her reproach. He doesn’t think he can stand Siegfried today. Not that he can stand him most days, despite favourable reviews. He needs something to dig his teeth into, and a stupid prince isn’t that.

However, now drenched in cold sweat, practice is over. His teacher mumbles a few things in Russian - not complimentary - as she goes about collecting her bag and shoes as always. Sometimes, Touya thinks he could mistake her for a clockwork doll, going about things in such a practised, predictable way. Today, he’s thankful for it.

Until she paused at the door frame, just for a second.

“If you’re looking for praise,” She begins, tone like the mere thought of something like complimenting her pupil is so unbearably arduous, “I can’t do it for today’s dancing. A disgrace to the dancer you’ve become. But, your silhouette is… improving.”

With that backhanded compliment, she was gone.

“I can see your lunch.”

Touya shook the ghost of that conversation from his head as he nearly sprinted to his bag, kicking off his soft shoes violently and swearing as they shot out too far. He scrambled for a good couple of minutes, shoving his shoes in his bag and cramming his boots over his tights. He didn’t bother to change, in far too much of a rush as he shouldered his bag and all but ran from the studio.

See, Keigo couldn’t come to him, due to practice. Touya, with today’s revelation and Magne’s words of advice ringing in his ears for several hours on end, realised something exceedingly simple:

If someone can’t come to you, you can go to them.

Hence, sprinting down corridor after corridor like a madman, harshly shouldering both doors and people alike out of the way. Winding in and out of the sea of released students, something hot and bitter clawing at his throat and constricting his chest, he panted like a dog. Sweating like a pig, too, but he couldn’t care less.

A few students might have cussed him out as he whipped in and out of their way, pushing through in some cases, but he didn’t hear them. What would usually spark his temper and have him respond with various swears or a simple middle finger was covered by the same sentiment, over and over and over again.

An endless loop of Keigo roaring in his ears.

The ice rink the school had for such sports was only a five minute walk away from the ballet studio, but every second took hours to tick by. It made Touya gag a little, whether from the exertion or just lack of Keigo, he wasn’t sure. Tears brimmed in his eyes, and he cursed himself as he roughly wiped them away, still darting down the halls like his life depended on it.

In the here and now, Touya felt like it did.

One more set of double doors, no more breaths until he made it through. The oxygen was gone, all used up, and he needed to reach it or he may just fall and never get up again -

A loud bang, the doors thrown wide from momentum, swallowed up by yells and scuffle. There he was. Touya took in a deep, gasping breath as he watched Keigo “Hawks” Takami slam another boy - twice his size - into the side of the rink before snatching away the puck and making what was probably the fastest turn Touya had ever seen - on or off the ice, in or out of ballet studio.

He was there, blood down his jersey but there, and enjoying his game. Away from Touya, but safe and happy.

Touya really hated himself for getting worked up. He thanked himself for coming in when he did.

“Nice work, guys! Come on, someone take that puck from Hawks, now!” Coach Toyomitsu cheered, and he was both everything Touya expected, but also not at the same time.

Touya had known that Keigo was a star hockey player, of course. Whilst they didn’t talk about the sport itself often, Keigo did mention his teammates and his coach. They were a big part of his life. Also, Touya would have to blind, deaf or dimwitted not to notice the talk around school.

Keigo was handsome, charming and intelligent. The only thing against him was his choice in company. Of course, seemingly everyone in school couldn’t keep their nose out of his business, vying for any lick of attention from him and, really, wasn’t Touya the same?

Watching him down there, flying around the ice with such focus and determination, was beautiful. This was Keigo in his element. He never looked so breathless and ferocious with him. Why would he be? It wasn’t like homework could replace this.

The air was getting thin.

He was about to turn around. Before Keigo could see him. Before he could make an ass out of himself for just turning up with no invitation in smelly, sweaty ballet clothes. But he was stopped by an all too enthusiastic voice, belonging to an all too enthusiastic man, who was currently taking the steps two at a time to approach him. Not that it seemed hard for the man before him.

“Hello, fresh face!” Coach Toyomitsu grinned widely, “Always nice to see new people. Interested in joining, lad? I’m afraid, if you want to watch, it is kind of a closed practice, so…”

Keigo had mentioned the man was tall, but with the birdbrain only reaching 5’4”, his definition of “tall” was anyone who’d managed to eek over 5’8”. No, Coach Toyomitsu was tall. In fact, Coach Toyomitsu could quite easily be described as massive.

The guy would be head and shoulders over his behemoth of a father, and that wasn’t all. He had wide, broad shoulders that made looking passed him extremely difficult, and a gut that stood so proudly that it’d probably make his instructor either pass out from shock or burst a blood vessel in her brain. If her comments on his silhouette were any basis on something like that, at least.

The nastier part of Touya, the one that sounds just a little too much like the Russian demon, murmured his own disapproval.

This guy is an athlete? Really? What a joke…

But he stomped it down. This was a kind man, a man Keigo respected for his talent and accomplishments as much as his manner. Besides, while he certainly had some “padding”, as Keigo had referred to it before, it didn’t take much to notice the sheer girth of his arms and legs.

He wasn’t particularly toned, but it was obvious that the chub on his frame covered a lot of muscle, also. To be fair, if Touya were to play a contact sport like Hockey and saw someone of Coach Toyomitsu’s stature coming towards him, he’d probably book it in the other direction.

Thank God for Keigo’s innate ability to stop awkward silences.

“Touya!” The other boy cheered, grinning that sunshine grin that twisted Touya’s stomach and turned his insides to jelly, voice slightly distorted from the red mouth guard he was wearing, “Coach, he’s my friend! Can he watch?”

Touya swallowed. In, out. In, out.

“Oh! You must be Todoroki-kun!” Coach Toyomitsu enthused, and Touya was… really kind of shocked that the man apparently knew who he was just from Keigo saying he was a friend.

Which meant Keigo talked to these people - about him. That was a comforting thought, if he was honest.

“Hey, Hawks’ ballerina boy!”

The boy who yelled was big too, tall and broad, grinning so wide that he could see a missing tooth from where he was standing. He had blood down the front of his jersey as well, more than Keigo. He was energetically waving, nearly bouncing on his skates, and Touya couldn’t help but think of Jin in all his enthusiastic, puppy-like energy.

“I know guys, very exciting to finally see Hawks’ friend, but we have semi-finals coming up!” Coach Toyomitsu interrupted, met with a chorus of groans from Keigo’s teammates, but they did get back into practice without argument, “Todoroki-kun, why don’t you come sit up here with me?”

“NO ONE MOVE!!” The puppy-ish blonde yelled suddenly.

Everyone seemed to startle, turning to him and stilling like a herd of deer. Even Touya stopped with wide eyes, watching as the boy continued to scan the ice in front of him. He straightened slowly, looking almost sheepish as he explained.

“… I lost my tooth…”

The team groaned, various shouts of “AGAIN?!?” and “I’ll superglue it inta ya head this time!” rang out, but they did all dutifully start looking for the… lost tooth. It didn’t take too long, with everyone on the team scouring the rink, at least.

Once found - by a muscular girl with silver hair - Coach Toyomitsu took the tooth by the crown, got the guy who lost it to come over to him and open his mouth, and shoved the tooth back into the socket.

Touya swallowed hard against the sickness he felt at that, but couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene. The kid - Mirio, apparently, from Toyomitsu’s chastisement - bit down on a handkerchief the instructor had given him, and exited the ice rink to go call his parents to take him for the emergency dental work he needed.

“Now, guys, how many times has Mirio had a tooth knocked out of his head this season?” The coach asked.

“Nine times,” Was parroted back to him.

“And what lesson can we take away from this… again?”

“Always wear a mouthguard.”

“Exactly! Now, after that find and seek break, let’s get going!”

Practice went smoothly after that, it seemed. Touya didn’t really know anything about hockey, but Toyomitsu was beaming throughout, offering advice and encouragement, and the team seemed pretty good. Not that he was really focusing on the team, with Keigo right there , so close to him.

He kept watching as Keigo - Hawks - scored goals, flew so gracefully over the ice, shouldered and shoved people out of the way. It was mesmerising, and Touya could barely even pay attention to Toyomitsu’s small talk. Keigo was so supremely talented.

And he chooses to waste his time with you… What a shame.

Touya gritted his teeth against the thought.

---

They walked home together, after practice had finished and Keigo had changed out of his sweaty, bloodied jersey. The t-shirt he’d chosen that day was… eye searing, looked out of place with the black jeans and clashed with the neon green accents on his trainers. Red laces on those abominations, too.

Keigo could never really dress himself, Touya had found over the months their friendship had bloomed. It was always maximalist, but not in a way that was either fashionable or remotely stylish. It was patterns on conflicting patterns, highly saturated colours, cuts and fits which were odd and didn’t look close to normal together.

It was loud, and bright, and textured. Touya would hate it, but for some sappy, godforsaken reason, he found it endearing. It was so wonderfully, beautifully, uniquely Keigo. He never saw anyone else dressed like him, even if a couple of the guys from school had attempted to imitate him at one time. Like Keigo was popular because of that.

They’d not succeeded.

“It’s nice,” Touya began, changing the rambling subjects they’d been going through at a steady pace, “That you have so many friends on your team.”

“We’re not friends.”

A chill went through Touya, as the previously bright atmosphere dimmed with his single comment. Keigo’s assertion wasn’t just hitting the brakes on his train of thought - it was like putting a penny on the tracks and watching the whole thing derail. It was quick, and blunt, and Touya couldn’t help but feel he’d blundered into something too sharp.

“Touya… You know you’re the only friend I’ve ever had, right?” Keigo asked, his face a mix of emotions Touya couldn’t begin to decipher. Like he thought Touya had said something so unfathomably stupid, like he felt so awkward about his assertion, like he was embarrassed.

“But, you guys -”

“They don’t sit with me at lunch, we don’t text or call each other,” Keigo continued, scratching at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, “The only thing we have in common is hockey. We’re friendly, but we aren’t really friends, y’know?”

He… couldn’t say he did. Touya will admit to his simplistic, black and white view of certain things. He thought that was really all that was needed for a friendship - a commonality and friendliness. He feels that, sometimes, the boundaries between friend, acquaintance, classmate, and whoever the hell knows what else, are intangible and hard to distinguish. He’s never really known when people cross the boundaries. He’s never known when other people consider him one or the other.

It confuses him. So, he’d never particularly bothered. Not that he had time, balancing ballet with meeting his father’s crushing expectations of him - to prove he can, not because he cares what that asshole thinks. That was, until the League of Weirdos seemed to gather around him and pull him into their craziness. Next thing he knew, he was playing DnD, and laughing so hard he nearly gave himself a coughing fit.

He should really text them when he gets home.

“I suppose I just… Kind of assumed,” Touya admitted, before Keigo’s specific wording fully clicked, “Wait, what do you mean, I’m the only friend you’ve ever had? What about middle school? Elementary?”

“Well, I was the only good player on my middle school team… Breeds a lot of resentment. My coach didn’t help with that, if I’m honest. He used to address everyone else as ‘kid that’s not Keigo’,” Keigo shrugged, as casual as could be, “In elementary… Well, who wants to be friends with the stinking, poor kid who has fleas?”

Keigo laughed, high and a bit jarring, in that way he did when he was trying to make something infinitely not funny seem it. “I mean, not nits or lice, fleas. Nits prefer clean hair, fleas couldn’t give a shit.”

It was times like this, when Keigo talked a little more about himself before his scholarship, that Touya felt like they’d grown up in different worlds.

He might’ve gotten the shit kicked out of him more than once. There might be a layer of white paint covering up the bloodstain on the living room ceiling that wouldn’t come out, no matter how much his mother scrubbed at it. He might’ve played whipping boy to his baby brother multiple times, drawing his father’s misplaced ire away and towards himself.

But he’d never gone hungry. He was always clean, and had shoes and clothes that were comfortable and fit him. His hair had never had a single matt, and he’d never had fleas. He’d never had flies lay eggs in one of his wounds, hatching to an infestation of maggots. The courts hadn’t taken away his mother and father, shoving him into a system far too overtaxed to care for him, until he fought to emancipate himself at sixteen.

Words could not describe how in awe Touya was of Keigo’s strength. Of his will to survive, and then thrive.

“No, I… I think I would’ve wanted to be,” Touya hesitantly divulged, focusing on keeping his breathing even as he indulged every thought he’d even considered telling Keigo before, “You’re too… amazing for me to not talk to, for such a bullshit reason. You make everyday worth it. You’re so fucking clever, and talking to you, about everything, is - sometimes I think it’s literally the only reason I’m still sane. You’re emotionally intelligent, too, something I could never be. I get angry and spit, you see things from… Every fucking side and take every one into account. You’re talented and steadfast and, fuck, I had a panic -”

He cut himself off, biting down on his tongue. Fuck, he can’t say that. He can’t just tell Keigo he had a panic attack. He’ll never want to blow him off again, and that’s not fair. That’s being selfish and manipulative and just like his damn dad -

“You know I love you, Touya - even if you make me angry-”

“You had a panic attack? When? Why?” Keigo filled in, Touya shaking his head as the memory of his father’s words garbled and faded away. Stay. In. The. Present. Keigo looked so worried.

“It’s not a big deal, I just…” Touya began, then stopped. He opened his mouth once, twice, three times, all without making a sound. He had to get this perfect, had to make Keigo understand that it really wasn’t a big deal, that he was overreacting, all without Keigo realising that he was too over-dramatic to put up with.

“I just always want you around me,” He summed up, simply, “I feel - wrong - when you aren’t there. Like, everything good is gone and I can’t make myself keep going. I count down until I can see you again.”

I want to claw my skin off when you’re gone.

I can’t breathe unless you’re with me.

Never leave me.

Never leave me.

Love me.

Love me.

LOVE ME, PLEASE, JUST KEEP LOOKING AT ME!

“Touya…”

Keigo stopped, and Touya did too. There was a silence, a meeting of eyes, and a welling of dread in his chest. A hand on his forearm, gently stroking up and up until it was on his cheek, thumb brushing against the bruised skin under his eyes.

If you leave me, I’ll kill myself.

Keigo kissed him.

[hydrangeyes]

Christmas Cookies

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Prompt 1: Doing some Christmas baking, Male reader who loves to bake and has a quirk that helps them measure anything (they work in fashion), hinted distant family: Closed, Fatgum|Taishiro Toyomitsu

I like the thought that Taishiro can cook but has zero patience to bake lol, so his s/o does the baking

edit: hinted smut at the end

*does a little tumblr dance*

Fatgum|Taishiro Toyomitsu (My beloved <3)

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Sugar, check

Butter, check

Uhhhhhh.. Y/n stops mid reading as he tries to think over what exactly he was missing.

Everything seemed to be here. Everything he needed to make chewy sugar cookies and then some- “OH!!” Y/n shouts as it clicks, quickly putting down the unstirred bowl of raw cookie dough.

 He was forgetting molasses.

See this year, Y/n was planning to make not just gingerbread cookies but also a gingerbread house! After all it was a family tradition he enjoyed and well….It would also be his and Taishiro’s 2 year anniversary as a couple. Y/n felt his cheeks warm up at the pleasant memories and what it meant to make and decorate a gingerbread house together meant to him.

As in his family when single couples made one it showed that they were serious, a show of what could be their future together. It was silly and honestly a dated tradition. But if there was one thing he looked fondly on, it was helping his dad make one for his mother and getting the chance to make a mini dog house to match. 

Half the time both of them burnt the cookie sheet and his mom would come rushing in thinking they set something on fire.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Y/n grabbed his phone and checked the time. Most stores were closing around this time and Taishiro should be coming home in 5 minutes. 

Maybe if he could make it if he ran out now. With that plane y/n was just about to shrug on his coat and shoes when the sound of  Taishiro opening the door echoed from down the hall.

“y/n! I got your text but uh..I didn’t exactly know which king of molasses to get?”

 Taishiro calls out mumbling the last part as he makes his way further into the apartment getting hit with the smell of warm vanilla. Y/n perks and rushes to him for a hug which taishiro gladly gave with one arm. “Tai-kun you are a lifesaver! Also welcome home~” y/n sighs out

Chuckling taishiro shuffled you both further into the living room, y/n finally letting go after calming down. He loves that taishiro has that effect on him. Y/n takes the back peeking into it seeing multiple bottles of molasses. Thinking that you’re well distracted sorting through those, Taishiro creeps into the kitchen following his nose.

Taishiro took in the sort of mess that was the kitchen. Y/n wasn’t the type to just leave a mess while he was cooking, so what was there was just extra dough and used equipment on standby.  Glancing back seeing his little chef heading his way still going through the bag, taishiro quickly snags a bit of the already mixed cookie dough.

“Ah! Taishiro Toyomitsu! Get out of here if you’re gonna snack on raw cookie dough!” Y/n huffs putting the bag on the counter to go and nudge him out. This man. “Waaah but Y/n it’s not like I’ll get sick from a little~” Taishiro whines playfully while watching you like a sad puppy.  Y/n sniffs unmoved, after all this isn’t the first time he did this.

“Sweetheart this batch is for your ducklings. I have something else for us.” he explains after a few more minutes of hearing Taishiro whine as you stir and shape the cookies. Taishiro shrinks and moves to wrap his arms around him laying his head on top of y/n. “Heh , off you’re still sweaty from work.” y/n mumbles half serious, didn’t really mind.

“Oh yeah? You didn’t have too but I’m sure the boys will love it…”

Y/n nudges the now empty bowl into the since and turns around to give him a kiss. “Mm of course I do. But for us, I’m thinking of a gingerbread house?” Y/n asks, picking at Taishiro’s shirt unsure. Taishiro thinks for a second, remembering a long while back y/n mentioning this to him. He blushes at the thought of his sweetheart willing to do this with him.

Quickly Taishiro lifts y/n up and onto the counter “stay right here.” He says quickly putting the cookies into the preheated oven and swiftly coming back to you. Making himself home between y/n’s legs, who chuckles sliding his arms over his shoulders. “Mm happy that I asked?~”

Taishiro nods nuzzling y/n neck and placing soft kisses there tugging the ends of his shirt. “I just love when you want to share these types of things with me. Gets me all warm and needy.”

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I love him. Anyway, I’m so hyped for christmas (quarantine really got me hopefully only another month) and this one was definitely self indulgent to kick off this whole holiday prompt thing.

I should say most will be unedited, just to keep it chill. so sorry for any mistakes lol

Edit: Lmao can you tell when in this timeline I made this?

[sweetsreverie]

sweet tooth

25 days of christmas prompts 2020

day 8: baking christmas goods

pairing: taishiro toyomitsu/fatgum x reader

length: 676

✧ main masterlist ✧

As the holidays drew near, Taishiro was growing more excited about the food most of all. You were always baking cookies and pies around the holidays, not to mention other savory dishes you would serve at dinner. He wasn’t much help in the kitchen, but he’s always enthusiastic about eating your food afterward.

“Taishiro, I was thinking about making some cookies and other stuff tonight. Do you wanna help me out?” You ask him, and his eyes widen while he looks up at you and nods quickly.

“I- sure! You know I can’t really cook- But I’ll help you however I can,” He says with that cute smile of his, and you nod before you stand up and head to the kitchen.

You open the recipe box you keep on the counter, flipping through the cards and picking out a few cookie recipes and some recipes for different kinds of fudge.

“Alright, take your pick,” You say to him with a smile, and he grins from ear to ear and comes over, looking through the recipe cards you had laid out for him to look at.

“Hmm… All of these look so good- Why don’t we make them all?” He asks, only half-joking about that. You laugh lightly, and you shake your head while grinning up at him.

“Hell no, you can pick one of each of these, babe,” You say while he huffs like a child who didn’t get their way. He picks out your recipe for sugar cookies, along with a recipe for peanut butter and chocolate layered fudge. That was always his favorite.

You task him with getting out the ingredients and some other supplies while you wash your hands and put an apron on, and he quickly sets the ingredients out on the counter before grabbing a cookie sheet, mixing bowls, and some other tools you asked him to get.

You decide to play some Christmas music on the speaker you keep in the kitchen, because having some music on made it a lot more fun for you. Taishiro is on standby, mostly just watching you do your thing. He would rather stand to the side and wait for you to ask for his help rather than him standing in your way when you don’t need him. So while he waits, he munches on some semi-sweet chocolate chips he had gotten out of the pantry.

“Okay here- try this,” You tell him and hold up a spoon that has some cookie dough on it, and he takes it and eats it eagerly before he grins.

“It’s perfect,” He tells you with a nod before you get back to work. He cleans the dishes as you go, and although he isn’t very much help in the kitchen when it comes to actually cooking, he’s always willing to clean up since you do most of the cooking yourself.

He camps near the oven and watches the cookies bake while you prepare the fudge, and it doesn’t take very long for the smell of warm cookies to fill the kitchen. 

“Mm, it smells so good in here- I just wanna eat them as soon as they come out of the oven!” Taishiro says with a smile, and you laugh lightly while putting the fudge in the glass dish it would be served in.

“Once they cool you can have as many of them as you want, babe,” You tell him with a smile.

Once the cookies are taken out of the oven a little bit later, Taishiro only waits a few minutes before he breaks one in half and stuffs both halves into his mouth.

You cross your arms over your chest and grin while you watch him eat the cookie, and clearly he isn’t fazed by the fact that they’re super hot due to just coming out of the oven.

“They’re perfect,” He mumbles with his mouth full, grinning at you. You smile and plant a kiss on his cheek then wipe a crumb from his chin before moving to clean up the kitchen.

[samanthaa-leanne]

Hey so I am new to the whole request and I was wondering if you could do a colour prompt withthe colour plum and with the character fatgum from my hero academia?

This is my first prompt with fatgum so I hope you like it!

Warnings: Miscarriage

Plum with fatgum: A bad memory that makes them cry

Today was one of the worst days of both yours and your husbands lives. When you got home from work all you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry. Instead you made dinner and waited for your husband to get home. 

You looked down at your stomach and before you could stop yourself you started to rub it, missing what was once there.

Taishiro walked into the door catching you in the act. He quietly walked over to you and put his hand on top of yours, kissing your cheek as his eyes filled with tears.

“I can’t believe today would have been our little girl’s birthday.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’m so sorry Taishiro. This is all my fault.” You cried as you sank to the floor, the tears overwhelming you.

“Oh baby. It’s not your fault, these things just happen. It’s nobody's fault.” He said as he held you close to his chest.

You couldn’t contain the tears that fell. Your body shaking with how hard you were crying. You ended up spending the remainder of the night in your husbands arms, you both crying over the loss of your child.

[mandokarla-mavrok]

Imagine being reborn as Toga’s older sibling with a similar quirk but all you need is a visual on the person to transform instead of blood

Ngl I’d start a Hero/Villain Thirst Trap “TikTok” or Only Fans account or whatever equivalent there is for them in mha

just to f@€k with everyone

[asmallnerd]

UHM DOODLE ANGST PROMPTS

Hhhhhh fatgum on da brain and thinking about the idea of heros never marrying

How about,, 13 for fatgum uwu if you feel like it of course bby

13: “I can’t live without you. Don’t go. Please.”

Ori I am so sorry

(Tw Blood!)

Context: Taishiro never planned on marrying. He never considered it safe for heroes to get into this sort of relationship. And even less safe for their partners. When his partner inevitably gets caught in the crossfire and ends up fatally injured, he comes to regret never really making clear just how much he wants to spend his his life with them.

[sugoi-writes]

Hello! I've been admiring your work for a while, I'm a big fan of your Fatgum headcanons! If you feel like writing anymore, may I request headcanons of Fatgum with a sweet and kind fem SO who's quirk allows her to grow plants to massive sizes using her voice? I like to think she could grow huge fruits to decorate special desserts for him! Again, only write if you'd like to, and only if it interests you!

The cavities I am getting from this post is insane hsiushoush I would love to do a little dabble<3 <3 <3 

Scenario (?): Trying to play matchmaker, another Pro Hero or even Kirishima mentions/introduces you to FG, knowing that he would love to exploit the free food. But the first meeting yields a quick partnership... and so much more! (TLDR; Fatgum meeting you for the first time!)

H/R- Hero Name

Fatgum would wander over to your facility, and be in awe. Your office, detached from the rest of the building, is actually a greenhouse! You spend most of your time in their, cultivating rare or powerful fruits that could be utilized for Pros and Support Heroes. Each fruit would be lovingly named and labeled. As Fatgum is given a tour, he finds fruits that enhance your strength 10 fold, vegetables that allow you to breathe under water for an hour, or fruit with advanced healing properties. Fatgum comes to find out that you actually have plans to open your own plant and farm, with hopes to produce more plants that can be best used for good!

As Fatgum wanders around, impressed with your work, he asks how your quirk works. Before long, he hears a soft, bubbly melody. He immediately looks in your direction, and sees you standing before a patch of ube/purple yams. As you continue to hum to them, the yams continue to increase in size, becoming larger than your forearm! Once you have stopped humming, they’re roughly the size of your calf! You go to inspect one, turning it over before nodding to yourself. You’d definitely be taking this one home tonight! This was one of the biggest you’ve made before! 

As you turn around with the large crop in your arms, you’re startled as Taishiro stares back at you, a surprised look on his face,” O-Oh, I’m sorry-- you’re H/N, right?”

You could only do so much, but you gently nod back to him versus a full bow. Struggling to carry your large yam, you smile back,” Ahh, yes!! I-I’m so sorry--” You quickly try to set the yam down, without dropping it,” F-Fatgum, right? I was told you would be visiting today, but-- well, I guess I got carried away again~” As you laughed, the yams behind you started growing again, making you panic,” Ahh! No, shh shh! No more growing, or you might explode!” you whine, as if your plants could comprehend your commands. You sigh in relief as they do stop, turning back towards Fatgum. You remove your sunhat, shaking out your flattened, slightly sweaty hair.

“I’m (Y/N)... it’s nice to meet you, sir,” you say softly, extending a hand out to him. Fatgum, surprised by your gesture, smiles back to you, taking your hand into his. He marvels at how small they are compared to his own, and can feel the slight callouses that have formed... more than likely from years of preening, plucking roots, and other gardening shenanigans.

“Oh no! It’s an honor to meet you, actually! After seeing all of this today, I’m itchin’ to work with you!” he beams, a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he struggles to shake your hand without flushing. When the two of you end your handshake, you look surprised, tilting your head,” Working together, with me? The crops? Oh-- right! You’re the BMI Hero, after all!” you beam back, chuckling. “Well, I certainly have a lot of crops that are being harvested currently, or in process of being tested... If you’re ever on this side of town, I would love to have a Pro Hero to test them out with,” you pipe up, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. 

Fatgum puts his hands on his hips, humming in agreement” No worries! I can always make time to help a fellow hero, especially if I get to eat even more on the job! Say, you got any strawberries?” He leans down, still smiling enthusiastically,” I’m pretty partial to strawberry shortcake, myself~” 

You chuckle once more, finding his new found eagerness to be endearing... and a little cute!

“I’m pretty decent at baking... so I could probably pull something off like that. But keep in mind, my strawberries are used as strength boosters. So I’m gonna have to have you put to the test.” 

Fatgum shrugs, unfazed by the promise of work or combat,” If I get at some good food? I’m willing to do whatever you need me to. Especially if that helps ya make more!” 

You couldn’t help but fluster at his kind words, extending your hand out to him again,” ...so... it’s a deal, then?” 

Fatgum nods, grasping your hand with both of his. He shakes it gingerly, a motivated look plastered on his face,” Of course! It’s’a pleasure working with you!” 

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

can somebody please make baymax!fatgum, tadashi!amajiki and hiro!kirishima art pleease i'll trade you a fic for it

[ryujin-zanba]

today is spinner’s birthday AND fatgum’s???? good god i gotta write something ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[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

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✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: taishiro toyomitsu 「 � 」

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✩ nametag ✩ prompts

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | FAQ

[totallynotart]

BNHA Inktober 2018-

Day 4: Favorite Pro Hero

It’s Fat Gum! For @perdizzion ‘s Inktober Prompt List :)

Cleaner version now attached! :)

[bokunoheroaheadcanons]

H and J for our soft gummy bear boy Fatgum?

H - Hugging you

Hugging Taishiro is like hugging a large teddy bear. You often find yourself being entrapped in his arms which elicits chuckles as he’s watching you squirming in resistance or you’re just sticking to his body, but regardless of is happening, he gives the greatest hugs in the world that makes you feel really fuzzy inside.

J - Joking with you

Your days will never be boring with Taishiro joking and acting like a likable nuisance with you. The way he could get you to laugh/giggle constantly at his comical jests are always satisfying to hear to the ears and it tends to brighten him up to see you smiling, giving him the power to proceed through days now. He guarantees that you won’t ever be disappointed on gloomy days.

[rurushoodiegrins]

"Hold up! - Just- What are you actually doing? It's 2 AM!" Fatgum to Ruru~

Keep your workaholic girlfriend in check! All-nighters are unhealthy, even if you DID use part of the time exercising!

[bunny-jpeg]

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hey everyone, your favourite floppy eared writer here! i’ve finally come up with a list of what i’m willing to writing to prompt people to send me ideas (yay!). 

currently i’m open to writing for haikyuu, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, and some k-pop. basically this blog is a read at your own risk, read what you like or maybe try something new and always remember, read the tags. 

listed below are the characters/people i’ll write for! the ones in italics i’m especially interested in writing.

haikyuu: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yu nishinoya, ryūnosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukshima, tadashi yamaguchi, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke, toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentaro kyotani, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, takanobu aone, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendo, kiyoomi sakusa, shinsuke kita, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shugo meian, keishin ukai

demon slayer: giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima

my hero academia: keigo takami (hawks), enji todoroki (endeavor), dabi, shota aizawa (eraserhead), toshinori yagi (all might), taishiro toyomitsu (fat gum), hizashi yamada (present mic)

chainsaw man: aki hayakawa, captain kishibe 

jujustu kaisen: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna

others: hatake kakashi (naruto), roronoa zoro (one piece), kojiro nanjo/joe (sk8)

k-pop: kim seok-jin (jin), min yoongi (suga),jung ho-seok (j-hope), kim namjoon (rm), park jimin (jimin), kim taehyung (v), jeon jungkook (jungkook), lee hoseok (wonho)

i am open to writing smut, fluff, angst, combinations of them. long fics, short fics. i try to focus on one character/person per post, but i am willing to make the same idea work for multiple characters/people. i specialize in daddy kink though, so i will write all the daddy kink you’d ever want. all i ask is nothing with minors, for example all the haikyuu characters are aged up to their present selves, roughly in their mid twenties. 

i write male, female, gender neutral readers, along with readers of colour and plus size readers! i also do polyam relationships. i’m flexible with what you, the reader, want to see. 

so please, send me ideas! i’d love to hear from you so i can write and post more!

that’s all from your local rabbit, i’ll see you in the inbox and on my next post! be safe and stay sexy.

xoxo, bunny

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