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I love Ritsu Kageyama he is my wife
Funny enough, I never drew or finished reference sheets for RitsuSho and TeruMob. Mostly because I don't believe that Teru can have just one look, his iconic fashion sense haunts me in my sleep /pos. The same goes to Mob. And for Ritsu and Shou… They are iconic, I just always remember how they look like.
This was drawn in November 2022 just for the sake of comparison, here's more recent Ritsu and Shou drawings. Shou is from an unfinished December piece, and Ritsu is drawn 20 days later.
This is still from November, both Kageyama brothers look a lot differently than something I would draw today.
Okay, anyway, time for the funnies.
I was obsessed with Shou for a time, autism served. Okay, back to the funnies. I made a Spotify playlist for him, I could post it with my other three playlists if someone's interested. (There's ageswap Mob, Teru and ironically TouRei. Bro I have zero idea how I got into TouRei myself frfr)
Honestly, I don't want to talk about Shou`s backstory because it's too heavy for a silly little Tumblr post. I ultimately decided to not talk about it here and keep it short without any upsetting detail. If anyone curious and would be interested I could talk about it in full later, my ask box is always open for questions. The gist of it is that Shou wasn't present most of Toichiro's childhood for the reasons outside his control, Toichiro's mother wasn't the best to put it politely, so his perception of himself is really warped. That led to the creation of Ultimate 5 and “Claw”. Because of Toichiro, Serizawa and Reigen going to the same school, World Domination Arc was started because of Reigen. Then Toichiro started destroying the school Ritsu (if you couldn't tell by his clothes he's a math teacher in Salt middle school) got involved and because of that both Shigeo and Shou too. After the World Domination arc, Shou becomes Toichiros new legal guardian and Toichiro himself is homeschooled.
The amount of lore for this one joke picture is ridiculous. But Shou and Teru friendship is what I need, it's what I breathe. I love them.
Oh, right, I forgor that I mostly labeled these things in Ukrainian. So Ritsu says “FUUUCK” but spelled in Ukrainian, then there's “Smoking Kills” and “He ran with them once and that was enough” Shou, Shigeo, Teru, Onigiwara and Gouda run in the morning together.
That's just Halloween in Ukrainian. Shou served, I mean they all did, I really love them all. I forgot to mention in my previous ageswap post, but Mogami is still alive… He is still alive. Also, I love to think that Wawa is a Miku fan, he just seems like one, right?
I'm not happy with how Teru turned out, I'm neutral about Shigeo, but Shou. He was made for 2000 mom look, oh my god. They're so silly.
I think this is a good place to end it on a positive note. I drew this exactly on his birthday, but I intended to finish it later. Not only that, but I also drew something for Toichiros birthday, but that even less finished. Really like how this came out.
Thank you for reading!
Apollo... save me apollo....
just a little andrew
I did It!! Ahahahahahjsjx I made the most sassy, dramatic and evil Starscream animatic imaginable >:D
Music: Hell to your doorstep - vocal cover by Caleb Hyles
“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”
ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep
ok i’m back in my hawks stan era again
Linhardt did everything Felix couldn’t do.
Boku no Hero Academia || Hawks (Keigo Takami) Episode 154
touya my baby they could never make me hate you
inspired by the dog teeth series by @hella1975
The only way a bisexual house episode would happen is house makes a weirdly specific and knowledgeable joke about gay sex and Wilson asks if that’s true/how he knows that and house goes “from fucking men”. Wilson’s initial reaction is a bit weird so he spends the rest of the episode trying to show how good of an ally he is by trying to support house’s bisexuality by “checking out” men with house like he would with women but it’s just weird. House wants to see how far Wilson will go with his allyship and it gets to the point where house brings Wilson to a gay strip club, where Wilson is extremely uncomfortable. They get back to house’s place and house finally tells Wilson he’s just fucking with him, Wilson doesn’t need to do all that weird shit, just treat him like he normally does. Wilson actually takes it to heart and asks what kind of men house is into and house answers by describing Wilson exactly. Wilson low key freaks but then he realizes house is fucking with him and he’s like “oh you’re messing with me” and house is like “fucking obviously. I like twinks with big butts, why do you think I hired Chase?” Wilson turns to his drink on the table and laughs, camera shows house looking lovingly at Wilson, end of episode
♡ Kissed By The Baddest Villain ♡
Link To Masterlist
WC: ~3,000
CW: dirty talk, fingering, teasing, fem dom, explicit sexual content. Proof read but no beta.
Chapter 6: I Want You To Want Me
The days that follow are filled with random acts of villainy. You're aware that you were technically paid upfront, but man, this is really cutting into your teasing time.
Ah.
Teasing time.
The random minutes of the day, or hours if you're so lucky, where you really crack down on how much you can provoke the guys before they finally do something about it. You like to be as subtle as you possibly can. Go without a bra in a white t-shirt and see who speaks up. "Forget" your clothes and walk out from your shower with just a towel on. Then there's always the classic route of making direct eye contact while you eat anything that could even resemble a phallic shape. You never do it at the same time or on the same days. It has to be spread out so that nobody can quite pin down when it's going to happen. After all, one of the best parts is the unexpected nature of teasing time.
Today specifically seems like a good day to go ahead and cultivate your newfound skill. You've been in your room most of the day so far, mostly talking to your parents on the phone, assuring them that you're doing alright. Dad's being pretty uptight. The great Knight Terror, a man who can (and does) create nightmarish hallucinations and inflict them upon others, is worried that you're not getting enough sleep. There are just too many layers of irony to peel back.
This helps you decide to venture out into the rest of the hideout for some much needed stress relief, in search of something--or someone--to take your mind off of everything else. But no such luck. You haven't been particularly active today, so the others have all secluded themselves for a lazy day of their own. You can hear music thrumming down the hall from Toga's room, broken up by chatter and the clicking of keyboards from Tomura's, he and Shuuichi complaining loudly about their hits not landing.
Which is fine.
Totally fine.
You're used to being coddled by your parents, so there's a stab of unhealthy regret cutting into your chest for not rounding everyone up when you had the chance. But it'll be fine. There are other ways to relieve stress that don't require tapdancing on the last remaining nerves of the League Of Villain cuties.
So you now find yourself troubleshooting your weakest ability: baking. Having never been particularly talented in this area, you decided to use this time to figure out what the hell you're doing wrong when your pastries turn out... the way that they do. Although you're very aware that these cookies will probably end up less chocolate chip and more heinous shit, you gather the ingredients, mix them in a large glass bowl, then sit on the minimal counter space while you wait for the oven to preheat. You kick your feet as they dangle, humming a song to yourself that you've had stuck in your head.
That's around the time when Twice walks in for a glass of water. Twice, who is the only one of them who hasn't been receptive really at all to any of your teasing. If you wear a white t-shirt with no bra, he only looks at your face. If you come out with just a towel on, he's immediately tearing his eyes away and ignoring the situation. If you make eye contact while practically deep throating a whole-ass banana two inches away from his face, he just smiles and grabs his own damn banana. You think you're going to have to be more direct with him or else he's just not going to take the bait, which kind of goes against the grain of what teasing is at its core. It's frustrating, but at the end of the day, you're willing to give up the subtlety in favor of how badly you want him.
He's wearing a blue t-shirt and baggy gray sweatpants along with his mask tonight. You have yet to see his face, still, even after a couple months now of having been part of the league. It isn't lost on you that this is for good reason, but it does often give you pause. What does he look like under there?
You know he has a great body, you've seen it clear as day through his skintight costume. Jin is absolutely built, the way his muscles tense when he strikes a pose giving you butterflies in your belly. He's also very sweet. He was the first of the guys to come talk to you on the day you had arrived, and not a minute has gone by that he hasn't shown you kindness. There are so many attractive qualities about him that it hardly matters what his face is like behind the mask, but curiosity is a hell of a drug.
"You're baking cookies at eleven am?" He asks you in a chesty gravel, "There's never a bad time for cookies,"
His voice. Ugh. There's something about it that sets every hair on your body to stand on end.
"Yeah, I like to practice the things I'm bad at when people are less likely to be around for it," your admittance causes a blush to dust across your cheeks.
He can feel himself getting hot and flustered. You're so fucking cute like this.
Twice chuckles under his breath, "Well don't let me bother you, I'm just here for a glass of water. So outta the way!"
You look him up and down as he runs the tap, admiring his forearms, how they tense when he fists his glass. He allows for the slightest glimpse of the lower half of his face when he pulls his mask up for a drink, small rivets of water spilling at the corners of his mouth to wet his chin. From what you can tell, he's a little scruffy, stubble lining his angular jaw. This is short-lived, though, the mask soon to be returned over his face entirely.
"Hey, Jin?"
"Mm?"
"I was just wondering.. am I allowed to see what your face looks like?"
The inquiry takes him by surprise. You can tell that he's struggling somewhat to determine his best course of action. Truth be told, while he would normally be apprehensive to remove the mask so he doesn't spiral, this time, it's mostly because he doesn't want you to be disappointed with what you see. He isn't what he would consider to be conventionally attractive. Definitely not as good looking as you.
He rubs at the back of his neck in a bashful display that's quite unlike the Twice you've come to know, eyes fixed at the linoleum, and you think for a moment that he's about to refuse your request. Not a word is spoken when he removes his mask, a head of straw-colored hair revealed beneath it. A scar runs lengthwise down the center of his forehead, one which you assume is from his incident, a line that diverges between two hooded, gray eyes.
You giggle nervously, a bad habit that appears to have him feeling self-conscious with the way he rubs at his upper arm, "Sorry, I just--" you catch your lower lip between your teeth, "You're really cute,"
His eyes widen for a brief moment before they settle back into a flattened affect.
"Don't make fun of me, Yumemi," he tells you with pink cheeks.
"I'm not. I really like your hair, I didn't think you'd be blonde. And you've got bedroom eyes,"
Bedroom eyes.
Were you coming on to him?
There's no goddamn way.
Each corner of your mouth nudges into a playful grin, the glint in your gaze prickling his skin with goosebumps, and you lean forward to close the space that rests betwixt you both.
"W-why are you laughing then?"
"Because I'm nervous over what I'm about to do,"
Anticipation blooms within him.
"What..." he swallows thickly, the realization settling into his bones that, yes, this is actually happening, "What are you about to do?"
With your body buzzing and full of adrenaline, you spread your legs, the skirt you're wearing folding in the open space that separates your knees, and he releases an audible gasp when you do so.
"Ask you to touch me," you tell him in a voice that's barely above a whisper.
He stumbles towards you, attempting not to gnash his teeth over this opportunity, fighting each and every urge to nip at the exposed flesh of your thighs. His callouses drag over the contours of your body, hands slow yet hungry, relishing in the way that you shiver at his touch which ghosts along your pretty waist.
"Like that?" His brows tilt, knitting at the center, a shake in his voice that threatens to break him apart.
You nod your head as he allows his fingertips to sink into the swell of your hips, and you spread yourself wider, tipping your pelvis, encouraging him to travel further down. He curses quietly to himself, and then rests a palm atop each of your knees, pulse thundering, hormones flitting through his veins. He needs a second to breathe.
But only a second.
Jin massages your thighs, greedy hands working up until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He stops to examine your reaction. You're so beautiful that it hurts to look at you. Has his legs about to give out underneath him.
"K-keep going," you beg in a voice that's half a moan.
You sound so needy for him.
And the way you're looking at him right now all but confirms that thought. Your eyes are burning with a desire that rivals his own, the lust which you offer him delicious and saccharine, pouring from your lips like honey.
"That's all you wanted?" He taunts, but it's breathless and weak.
You grab his shoulders to pull him into a kiss, jerking him closer to you, and he grunts against your lips as the tent in his pants is pressed to your leg.
"Touch me more," your purr is muffled into his mouth.
He pinches his eyes shut tight, seconds from tearing the clothes from your body and bending you over this counter so he can fuck you properly. However, he's a man who values respect above all else, and you'd asked him to touch you--only to touch you. A searing hand travels to the aching at your center, softly rubbing along your damp panties in languid strokes, laving across your clothed cunt. Your breath hitches at the contact, writhing as though you're trying to tie yourself into a knot. He steadies you with his other hand firm against the small of your back.
When you part for air, your lips are kiss-stung, eyes heavily lidded, chest heaving. He presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your neck as he pulls your panties to the side, circling your clit with his index finger before delving it into your pussy all the way down to the knuckle. Your whine comes out as little more than a breathy squeak when he kneads inside of you, prodding to find the spot that will make you cry.
"You're so wet," he breathes hazily, as if in disbelief.
You nod your head, "Been wanting you to touch me like this for a while,"
Fuck, that's hot.
"Shoulda said something sooner, princess. I would've satisfied you a long time ago," the confidence in his tone is a hard difference from how blissed-out he sounded not thirty seconds prior. You wonder if sex is something both parts of him can agree on.
The boastful tone soon gives way to whines and whimpers that are near pitiful. He can't remember the last time he did this, and a large part of him hopes he isn't too rusty. But there's another portion that's too caught up in the moment to care about finesse. Your hand tangles into his hair, tugging at it roughly, a not-so-gentle indicator of how good he's making you feel, just the reminder that he needed to focus on your pleasure instead of the chaos in his head. He presses his thumb to your apex, rubbing circles into the little bud that causes you to throb around his finger.
"There?" His question vibrates against the column of your throat, "You like it right there?"
"Right there. Fuck, feels so good," you mewl, high and soft, words enmeshing with the tepid air.
With a shaky groan, he raptly watches the wiggle of your hips as he curls his finger, then dips another inside of you, eager to see you unravel, the lewd sounds you're making over his ministrations pushing him to madness. You can feel him pulsing through his pants, even moreso when he looks down to see his digits returning slicker than before, your arousal clinging to him and making a mess on the countertop.
"Want you to cum for me," he grits, the words skittering out of him like electricity.
The way that you're tightening around him says that you're not too far from this. Fuck, he's so hard. He doesn't think he's ever been this turned on in his entire life. You're so hot like this, your skin all flushed and dewy, eyes pleading with him to give you the ecstacy you so crave. As embarrassing as it is to admit to himself, he's getting close with the way he's grinding against your outer thigh. The friction is just enough to keep him right on that precipice, and the moans he's pulling from you have his cock throbbing mercilessly.
A desperate groan wracks out of him as you dip below his waistband to take the length of him into your hand, shameless and highly strung, eyes widening when you swipe your thumb across his slit. You collect the bead of precum that was dripping from him, then lick it from the pad of your thumb, melting over how his voice breaks as he watches. You wet your palm with your tongue and return it to his twitching cock.
"Fuck fuck fuck," he whimpers, pressing more firmly into your clit, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum,"
You lift your shirt to reveal the expanse of your stomach, "Good. Cum on me,"
"Oh my god, keep going. Keep--uhnn--stop! No, don't stop, don't fucking stop, don't listen to that," the words come out between his panting.
He grips the counter with his free hand, knuckles blanching, holding on for dear life as he bucks into the silk of your palm. You glide your hand up and down his shaft, the way his face twists up when you run your fingers across a sensitive spot winding the coil within you so impossibly tight that it's about to snap entirely. You've become so wet that his thumb slips over your clit, slick arousal gushing, the velvet of your walls squeezing him with every word he babbles into your ear.
You want dirty talk?
He'll fucking give it to you.
"Next time I'm licking your pussy. Bet your clit tastes like candy. Goddamn, you're driving me so crazy, I swear," Jin lifts your shirt so he can play with your nipples, tweaking them as he continues, "Been wanting to make this pussy cum since I first laid eyes on you. Shit, you're getting so tight--ah--you are so fucking close. Mmff. That feels good, doesn't it?" he rasps, and that's all it takes to send you pulsing around him, fist tightening in his hair, "Yeah. That's it, cum all over my fingers, princess,"
Your moan breaks off into a cry, sharp and keening, pleasure bursting through you in a burning and intense unfurling that shocks through your limbs.
"Fuck, Jin! Ahh-aahh, you make me feel so good!" you cry out as he fucks you through your orgasm.
"Oh fuck, that's it, I-I can't. Gonna cum. I'm--ah--gonna cum, gonna cum, gon--ngh, c-cumming," a heady moan juts from his throat as he tumbles headlong into pleasure, his cock pulsing in your hand as you guide him to spill his hot release onto your abdomen.
He wriggles at the sight, bucking his hips, thrusting to glide through your fingers that work him so sweetly, painting your skin pearly white. Tired and damp with sweat, he drops over you, trembling and muttering little nothings into the warmth of your neck.
"Would you ever want to have sex with me?"
Jin snaps his head up in attention, nearly manic when he nods his head and cages you in with his strong arms.
Hook, meet line.
"Yes--yes, just, gimme like two minutes and I can--"
You slide off of the counter, patting the side of his face on your way down.
"Then we totally will sometime," you clean him off of your stomach with a napkin as you speak, "But these cookies won't make themselves,"
He blinks several times in succession, then splashes his face with cold water before pulling his mask back on.
And there it is.
Sinker.
He helps you portion dough out onto a baking sheet, watches you dance around the kitchen in your socks as you sing into a spoon, imagines what it feels like to breathe in the salt of your skin as he takes you, as he cradles your face in his hands.
Yeah.
He should be easier to tease from now on.
“i want them to look at you” SHUT UP
The love I have for this Thurvishar guy is too much to handle.
a thread of jungkook looking like the bestest bf in the world to redeem myself of my mistakes alright get rekt my jk babies
EVEN MORE SERO HEADCANONS
but this time it's him as ur boyfriend !!
mmm oki rule number one abt sero is he is so lazy. i really can't see him going on any big fancy dates because as he says "it's sooo much money and work :((" i mean he's got a point. SO most of y'all's dates are very chill; beach day, study dates, he also has a weird fascination with sea animals, so he'll take you to the aquarium quite often. but it's not the boring ones, the one he takes you to has those open pet exhibit for sting rays and turtles. it's actually really fun. he's also rlly sleepy so alot of dates end or start with him coming back to ur room to just sleep. like you think y'all are going back to your/his room to do a little kissy but he just passes out😐
in addition to being a sleeper, he's also an eater (😐) so if you have food in the fridge you're saving FOR U, you better drill it into his head that it's YOURS otherwise he will eat it and not feel bad abt it (he's awful i swear)
OMG ALSO he likes to bring you to the skate park with him. it doesn't matter if you can't skate, he just likes you to watch him plus it's funny when he absolutely eats shit on the pavement cause he messed up one of this tricks. but I feel like he's a natural at almost everything he does. So it's very rare for him to mess up but when it does happen, it's hilarious
he's definitely an extrovert but he isn't overly clingy all the time. if you're introverted he totally understands you needing some time to yourself. but if you're an extrovert like him, he is glued to ur side.
he always makes sure to plan his outfits around whatever you're wearing. he loves the aesthetic couples on Pinterest that have matching outfits and matching aesthetics, so even if your aesthetic is different than his, he'll still try to find something in his closet that kinda goes with urs so you guys look like a couple in public.
it took a while for him to introduce you to his friends, not because he's embarrassed of you or anything like that he just feels really inferior to them. In his eyes he feels like the plain or lesser than of the group so he's scared that after you meet them you'll leave him for one of them. he doesn't feel like this all the time but sometimes the thought will just creep into his mind. Which is really totally stupid but it's his brain not mine :( (actually it kinda is my brain... bc i'm making the hc but wtv. anything i say is canon anyways )
<i wrote this a while ago and thought i posted it but if i didn't !!! 🤨🤨>
He really deserves to be remembered, loved and cared for.
jason todd returns to gotham city full of fire and biblical vengeance but it's not the same place he remembers.
there's a plaque on the park bench right outside of the public library that wasn't there before. it reads "in memory of jason todd-wayne: a son who is loved as much as he loved books". the wood of the bench is weathered, but the brass of the plaque still shines.
nostalgia drives jason todd to visit his favourite gargoyle, worn and familiar. what is strange are the flowers left there. little robin figurines and keychains. we remember you, the city whispers.
curiosity drives jason todd to look up the newest robin, only to be redirected to a digital memorial himself. gothamites offering up the worst moments of their lives that were just another tuesday to jason. how grateful they are to him. how sad they are that he is gone. how much they love the second robin that flew high for them.
jason todd is a son of gotham, and as much as he might forget it in the heat haze of anger, she remembers him.
in my house we love and support Lawrence sorry but i make the rules
who tf hid this from me
Steve Harrington aka protective older brother and/or mama bear ↳ requested by anonymous + bonus
