#NO

[just-a-joey]

Have this ITrapped doodle while I work on the animatic

Saw this headcanon that his coat is actual fox fur and that’s cruel and expensive enough to really suit him.

I also headcanon that he has a lot of money, but he knows that it’ll run out eventually, so that’s why he took a chance with Chance (I’m funny)

Also toying with the idea that he grew up dirt poor as a kid, making him resentful of people who were born into it, or making him grow up middle class, and always feel like he never had enough, or making him born rich and he just never wanted to work but he had to find a way to keep up his life style

[la-plum-sefue1]

if y'all ever get byler doubt, js remember @taeiris got their byler fanart taken down from insta by netflix once for "spoilers" (i think it was for spoilers or something something copyright?)

[616ioi]

I think Nagumo's nipples are very sensitive to the touch, he loves having his nipples sucked, licked and pinched on.

❛ #QUAFF! SAKAMOTO DAYS.

────────── heartily drinking everything he can give .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. nagumo yoichi x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, brief drug usage, m!lactation, nipple play, twt link, drabble. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. an enigmatic character who's really powerful and has a sensitive body??? yesyesyesyesyes.

This feels like a fever dream, nagumo thinks, there's no way this is real.

There's no way the medication actually worked. It was simply an inside joke between the two of you. Where you'd pinch and flick at his pink nipples when he misbehaved as you mocked him enough to get him hard — 'I should milk you from here instead, don't you think?'

Uhm, don't even put that thought into his head, please. It's too late now. He took metformin + hormones imbalance + stress = a potentially life-threatening complication, but like, when wasn't he in that situation?

It's your birthday, and you're drunk off him. It's all worth it when he corners you in at your party, teasingly. This is all just a ploy. It's so obviously a stratagem, but you want him just as badly, so it doesn't matter.

Your leg slots perfectly between his, warm hands gripping his sturdy thighs, pulling him closer to you. His breath hits your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as he pushes his wet tongue to yours.

The white collar button-up hugs him loosely, yet your imagination runs wild at the thought of making a mess out of him and forcing him back into the crowded party with his cum dripping down his abs.

You pull away from his mouth, smirking when he chases after your lips, puckering them into a pout. Your hands loosen his tie, but you don't remove it, then your fingers struggle with his buttons before ultimately ripping it down with a somewhat harsh rip, buttons flying.

"Haha, so eager, ung-" the fabric brushes up against him. was that a whine? "It was my favorite shirt..."

You lean forward, nose nuzzling underneath his jaw with affection. He leans into the touch, hips stuttering against your thigh, "Sorry."

Your hands roam around his thin waist, the pads of your finger trailing your name across his body. Marking him. And when you get closer and closer to his chest, his back arches into you before he flinches violently.

"Hm?" You pull away at the sudden movement, eyes scanning his wide-eyed expression, pink dusting his cheeks. He's always had a sensitive chest, but this reaction is new. It intrigues you enough to fully push his shirt away from his chest.

Your lips part at the sight as your breath catches in your throat.

His nipples are swollen. A harsh pink and swollen. There's a certain redness to it. It contrasts so beautifully against the hardness of his muscular chest.

"Look at you..." You mumble under your breath, voice hoarse. Nagumo laughs breathlessly, and he takes your hands, forcing them from his waist to his chest, biting his lip to muffle a needy moan. Your pointer finger tentatively taps at the tender bud, swallowing thickly at his shuddering gasp. "This f'me, yoichi?"

Your hands assess him, fingers pinching and rubbing at the fat of his chest. Absentmindedly toying with him in the process.

You take notice of his areola protruding from the skin away from his chest's normal curve. After hours, days, and months of toying with him, you can recognize that these must hurt.

Your thumb fondles with the chub, humming with enjoyment.

"Ah, hah, yeah.." Nagumo slurs out, head falling onto your shoulder, trying to hide his face from you. He's slightly embarrassed, more than he expected to be. Though it doesn't last for long because you lurch forward, the wet muscle of your tongue gently swirling around the areola. "O-ohh fu-mmngfff! Wai- hold on.."

You open your mouth wide enough to take it all, slurping at him with the tenderness of a machine gun. Nagumo withers uncontrollably, his clothed boner rubbing on your thigh. He doesn't stop you when you press him closer to you, chest leaning further into your warm mouth.

You're eating him up.

Your hand works at the other nipple, constantly pinching with your nail. Nagumo's gasping for air, mouth falling into an 'o' shape as his eyes squeeze tightly. He's actually seeing colors. "[Name], ahh! that's too h-harsh.."

"You show up here like this, now of all times? Oh, yoichi, you're soo cute." Nagumo grunts, a tattooed hand flying to shut the shaky cry that vomits its way out of him.

Wait, he thinks, something is leaking!

You exhale in surprise, eyes widening when something warm hits your maw, mouth naturally swallowing all the shot down your throat.

Sweet...

Your eyes flicker to his face. He looks just as surprised as you, his black eyes nearly rolling back into his head. He grits his teeth, breathing harshly through his nostrils.

"Uhnnn, that- again." He drops his hands, clinging onto the tie that fell over your face, "pretty please. I-I'll do anything, again- ngh!!"

Your lips latch onto the other side, smearing your milk covered tongue to the bud, breathing harshly against it, then nibbling down for more creamy colored liquid to squrt out.

And nagumo's reaction is always surprised. The tremor of his hands, the ecstasy in his blown pupils, the spasms his whole body experienced.

He didn't think it would actually work.

[witless-winion1]

It’s insane to me that Hermes never actually says “darling” in the entirety of EPIC

[lucy-frostblade]

gotch father talking about his sons really giving this energy

[saturleez]

This is for the three of you who said you wanted to hear abt my Bakugo/Momo bestfriendisms (more art + headcanons below)

Beware, it’s a long post

I think the main reason they first start talking is because Aizawa puts them together for an assignment hoping that Momo will chill Bkg out. Instead of her taking the lead, though, Bakugo comes up with the strategy while Momo refines it into something useful. They make a deadly team because of her sharp mind and his out of the box (frankly, insane) ideas. Momo feels drawn to the type of confidence Bakugo has. Unlike Todoroki, who (even tho they’re friends) intimidates her, she feeds off of Bk’s energy. In turn, he respects her level head and smarts that even he can’t deny.

They bond over lots of the quieter aspects of Bakugo’s personality like self care and cooking. One of the only times Bakugo has ever stayed up past 9:30 is because he and Momo were so deep in conversation that he lost track of time. Adding onto that, I think Bakugo feels safer to have deep conversations with Momo because he’s not afraid of her holding him on a pedestal, but also not afraid of her looking down on him. He doesn’t feel threatened by her talents, nor does he feel like she can’t keep up with him.

I think he’d be protective of her, but not in a damsel in distress type of way, he just can’t stand to see people putting her down, and he knows she won’t stand up for herself.

Also any physical affection like side hugs n whatever is strictly post-war imo. I don’t think Bkg’s in a place to be like that toward anyone until after that arc.

Thank u for coming to my ted talk

[https-tempted]

my ability to read the room is why I be at home

[archaospetryx]

THEY CHANGED FERA HARLEY SAWYER DESIGN TO THIS

They

What

[maro0on]

hey writers! so i HATE THIS

what the HELL NO BURN IT

BURN IT I TELL THEE

[king-of-eclipse]

Damn they really meant it when they said 'no happy endings in sight for us' huh

[gif-tasm]

[whatdoessunshinetastelike]

[luckypunklemonade]

Mitch “arguing with me is pointless; the grass is blue as long as it pisses you off” Rapp

[rafaelmartinez67]

Los 13 No.

[galapagas]

TLDR : s1 was a bit rushed too, but since it was narratively coherent, it didn't produce a mess like s2

Example: Romance in s1 is kind of rushed, I must admit.

Mel goes from "I'm bored of being the richest person in Piltover, I need a new toy, like that Man of Progress" to "I actually care about Jayce" way too fast. Same with Jayce returning her feelings. But you know what ? It can be forgiven, because it still makes perfect sense from a narrative perspective : Mel embodies Jayce's political corruption. Jayce gives Mel the strength to oppose her mother. So, despite being rushed, it does not ruin the story, because the plot knows where it wants to go, and perfectly drives forward their character arcs.

Same with S1 CaitVi. It happened way too fast, but it was still coherent with what the writer wanted to tell : Caitlyn had to learn that her privileged life blinded her to the realities of Zaun. Her relationship with Vi was supposed to embody the hope for reconciliation between Piltover and Zaun, as S1 CaitVi was about the possibility of reconciliation through acknowledgment of the wrongs of Piltover and conscious decision by the younger generation to not generalize entire groups of people.

On the other hand, S2 is rushed, but it is in no way comparable to S1 because there is no proper plot nor character development nor narrative coherence.