Jump Festa 2025 - Stage Illustration

Pro-hero Dynamight who loves having his pretty little partner working for his agency.

He gets the biggest kick out of flustering you too, ignoring your weak protests when he comes up behind you in the copy room, pressing soft open mouthed kisses to your neck as he presses you into the counter

All he does is chuckle when you whine about someone possibly seeing, his breath warm against your skin. “What’s the point of owning the building if I can’t love on you anytime I want?”

The League Morning Wakeup headcanons.

Dabi (Todoroki Toya)

He Isn't a morning person. Hell, he doesn't seem like a person who likes to be woken up at all. Since he takes so many painkillers the guy sleeps a lot and can be found passed out almost anywhere, he sits down. So mostly likely he would get fucking angry, this would involve him yelling for a few minutes till he got a cigarette. He knows better than to burn things with his quirk now.

Himiko Toga

She is a morning girly. Definitely, because she was used to going to school and most likely gets up early and helps Kurogiri make the rest of the league food. I don't see her getting upset unless you wake her up in the middle of the night. Then she is going to either cut you or bite your hand.

Shigaraki Tomura

He isn't a morning person. Because most of the time he is staying up till 5am playing video games. Most likely when he is woken up before he decides to get up. He is dusting something. Either it is the person or something close to them to scare them. The first thing he is doing in the morning is downing at least 2 cans of mountain dew or a big cup of coffee.

Kurogiri

Doesn't really care when he wakes up since he is a nomu. He probably doesn't need as much sleep as a normal human. The first thing he is doing is making food for everyone. Then he is cleaning and deals with waking up Shigaraki. Since he is almost the only person besides Dabi who can come out unharmed.

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi)

He is a morning person. Up before everyone, because he enjoys laying out in the morning sun to sunbathe. He wouldn't get upset being woken up early. That is unless it is winter and then he never wants to leave his bed because he is warm.

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

He would be a any time-of-day person. Just as long as he gets at least 8 hours of sleep. You know this man enjoys his beauty rest. He most likely would get up around 9 to 10 am.

Even if he is woken up too early, He wouldn't be upset and would just go for a cup of coffee.

Magne

She would be a morning girl. Get up with Toga and help her get ready. They both enjoy breading one another's hair and I could so see her taking care of Toga like she is her daughter. First thing she does is get coffee before she is off to put on her makeup and get ready for the day.

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

He would most likely wake up whenever. He deals with a lot of the outside stuff since no one knows his face. Therefore, I could see him having a job to earn money so the League can get food and other things they need. Spit him being how he is. I can see him being one of the League members that use an alarm and gets up at a normal time.

I want to draw more of samurai aizawa now 🥴 the ronin vibe suits him

Pining - Part 2 : John - (2023)

Pining [pɪnɪŋ] :  to feel very sad because one wants (something) or because one is not with (someone). To suffer a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart.

“I think I heard noises upstairs. No, I’m not ‘imagining things’, dear. THEY ARE TALKING! AT LAST!!”

- Mrs. Hudson, crying of joy, certainly.

CLICK HERE FOR "PART ONE : SHERLOCK"

A big thank you to @vegetadaily for taking care of the beta in both posts. 💗

he’s not as bad as you might think (he’s worse)

𝓓𝓪𝔂 8 - A Concept Of Desire || Khonshu x fem!reader

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Summary: In the wake of centuries of longing, Khonshu realizes that the girl who works with his avatar, Jake Lockley, is responsible for rekindling his hidden desires.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, hair pulling)

Word count: 1757

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Hair Pulling orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

The concept of desire was defined as a psychological force that ultimately fabricates a need, a craving, or lust, most commonly and aptly associated with a sexual longing.

Khonshu's situation was no different. He could say with great certainty that nearly all males have experienced this torment. The unbridled desire for sexual pleasure ran through his veins. A burning sensation in Khonshu's stomach, a reminder of the hunger he could not satiate, the thirst he could not quench. Khosnhu sometimes felt woeful - he always thought he was above the basic human instincts, the primal needs that people eagerly sought. Yet there he was, engrossed in his own desires, centuries old longings still unfulfilled.

As you walked into the bar each week to meet Jake Lockley, 8 pm - his nostrils flared, his pulse soared - physiological reminders of Khonshu's desires and cacoethes.

This week was no different, Khonshu was at the bar, invisible to all but Jake. The week was like all others that came before, that evening was no different; but when you and Jake locked eyes like you did those many moons ago, the fire in Khonshu resurged - he was never to have you as you were just a mortal being, but he couldn't deny his inner desires, burning himself like a blazing fire, his imagination running wild as his glance moved along the curves of your figure.

You were a smaller woman, you were perhaps 160 centimeters tall, but the heels you wore were so deceptive - and Khonshu realized with astonishment that he was quite attracted to women of smaller stature.

The shoes paired perfectly with your seductive black, garter leg wraps. The tight leg straps highlighted your healthy skin, your perfectly toned legs flowed into a stunning red-velvet corset-dress that hugged your bust and curves perfectly. He looked up at your matte, red lips; your smoky eyeshadow highlighted your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, which transported him to a place of ecstasy, a realm of euphoria. In a way, it was as if you had fallen from heavens and reminded mere mortals what it would be like to be sculpted by the Gods. Beauty is, and forever will be in the eye of the beholder, Khonshu reminded himself.

Khonshu knew that lust could last for months, years, even centuries. In spite of this, his passion seemed to have been brewing for only a few weeks, five, maybe six - when his mind was torturing him, he lost track of time. Despite not brewing for that long, his concoction of lust was explosive and effervescent. 

Thoughts of the good, the bad, and the naughty whirred through Khonshu's mind as a sense of controlled panic overcame him as he finally locked onto a more clear-cut image in his own subconscious and plunged into his own imagination as he remained trancened by your hypnotic gaze.

If Khonshu were mortal, he would love nothing more than to sink his inquisitive fingers, adventurous tongue, and plump lips between your legs.

With his venous and vascular hands, Khonshu would stroke one of your breasts, kissing the trail from your navel to your abdomen. Besides twirling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he would wrap his lips around your other nipple, flick it, and swirl your areola clockwise with his tongue. After incorporating some teeth, Khonshu will continue ascending towards your neck. Your hair would be brushed aside in a loving and caring manner. Khonshu would nibble on your earlobes while moaning and whispering in your ear; sweet nothings and dirty talks echoing in your ear canal.

Taking another deep breath, Khonshu reabsorbed himself into his vivid imagination once more after a brief lapse in concentration as he listened to your conversation with Lockley about yet another target. The god was thinking about the morning after.

It would be heaven spooning you. His cock would be squeezed between your legs tightly due to its stiffness and fatness. 

You would send shivers down his spine as you scratched his abdomen with your velvet, red, and freshly manicured nails. During the time that his lips would feel comfortable on yours, the veiny ridges on his cock would stimulate your pussy, allowing your tight, little, sweet-nectar slit to do its job and coat his hardened shaft with your slick wetness. Khonshu would gently pull back your hair, a good clump in his tight fisted hands; he would tug at it harder and harder if you didn't protest. The stout lips of his mouth would trace the back and side of your neck as he kissed you, once again whispering sweet nothings and dirty teases - what he was going to do to you, how he was going to enjoy you and your gorgeous body.

Khonshu would detach his hips from you after a while to angle his body to tease the slit with his swollen cock, already glistening in his pre-cum. In slow motion, his digits would explore every curve around your waist, rubbing your clit occasionally as well. "Do you think you deserve this?" Khonshu would whisper softly into your ear. Determined to get as deep as possible, he would pick up your smaller frame and throw you passionately onto the bed again. While your legs rested over Khonshu's broad shoulders, he would kiss down the inside of your thighs. His one hand would be placed at the base of his shaft, angled downward to push his cock inside you slowly, while his other hand would be placed on your clit to rub it gently.

He would push deeply into your pussy, then trace his fingers up your neck, wrapping them around it possessively, before leaning forward to change the angle of penetration and pushing even harder. He would reach up and grab a handful of your hair. By wrapping it around his hand and holding your hips in the other, he would drive his dick into your waiting pussy. After pulling out his shaft, he would slap it on your pussy lips, which would elicit a grunt from your parted lips. A delicious, wet echo would emanate from Khonshu's hefty cock in harmony with your beautiful slit.

Khonshu would then turn you over and push you to your knees. Pushing your head into a pillow, you would try to muffle the whimper of pleasure as he again slipped his length into you. Khonshu would lean forward to yank his arm around your waist, to play with your nipples, as his torso rested on your arched back. In the process, he would grab your hair and pull it tightly into a ponytail, causing you to roll your eyes while a moan escaped your lips as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Khonshu would pull your hair harder the harder he thrust. You would try to escape the position for a pleasure so primal and intense would overwhelm your body, setting a knot in your abdomen that was so tight it was only a matter of time before it snapped. You would be drawn to Khonshu by his hand in your hair, hardly tugging. “And where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” He would groan angrily. “Better be a good girl and stick your ass more to me, otherwise I’ll have to rip your hair off.”

His lower torso would smash into your magnificent arse as he grasped your hip tightly with one hand. He would use his hands not only to compliment each thrust and pull you in deeper, but also to create red handprints on your ass. Khonshu would pull at your hair and spank your ass occasionally. Whenever you tried to lay your chest on the bed, he would tug on your ponytail, urging you back into a position that would allow him to penetrate deeper into your pussy. 

The urge to release his load would tighten his balls and make his cock twitch.

Your moans would become louder. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" You would plead.

Having no choice but to obey his desires, the dam would be broken and his cum would be released; his seed filling your pussy, dripping from your body when he pulled his cock out.

After the intercourse, Khonshu would cuddle your face against his chest.

Khonshu's reverie was interrupted by Jake's thick accent, "Khonshu? Are you even listening?"

The Egyptian God of the Moon tilted his skull head slightly, looking at Lockley. "Could you please rephrase that, Jake?"

As Jake frowned, he put his hand on his gear lever as the idiot driving in front abruptly braked. “Por Dios, ¿y ahora qué te pasa?”

Despite not even intending to reply to Jake, Khonshu asked simply, "What was your question again?"

After Jake parked the limo in front of his apartment, he turned off the engine and placed his arm around the headrest of Khonshu's seat. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Y/N stayed here for a day or two. Since we're working together on that guy, it would be easier, you know, ol' bird."

Khonshu poked Jake with his beak on the shoulder. “You can trust me when I say I have no objection to Y/N visiting us, my friend. She might stay as long as she needs to."

The frown on Jake's face deepened; he could not persuade Khonshu to let him bring a girl into the apartment for a date or just a friendly meeting. The situation is dangerous, more for her than for us, Khonshu would argue. Jake pulled the keys out of the ignition switch, asking, "Since when are you so willing to let extraños into nuestro apartamento?"

Khonshu shrugged his shoulders in response, exiting the car quickly. "If we want to deliver the vengeance soon, we've got a lot of planning to do."Jake watched the tall, lanky figure enter the apartment and disappear into the darkness. A smile spread across Lockley's face. In spite of being Khonshu's avatar and not much else, he knew things. It was little known to Khonshu that Jake was able to sense god's true, hidden feelings, especially those that were so intense. The smirk on Jake's lips did not fade as he stepped out of the limo to join Khonshu. In order to complete the job, Jake was willing to do whatever it took to lure you into his apartment. In addition to planning, this was also a way of releasing Jake’s own male greed. Perhaps Khonshu would also be able to make use of his hidden lust.

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🩵Soft!Dabi🩵

💙Soft!Dabi whose convinced your hands are made of magic. The man melts when you touch him and it doesn't even have to be sexual. Just your skin on his, no matter when or why, sets him ablaze in a whole new way.

💙Soft!Dabi who lays his head in your lap when it's just the two of you and it's been a hard day. He loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp soothingly as he vents. You never dismiss his worries or concerns, just listen, talk to him and comfort him as no one else would or could and he appreciates you so much for it.

💙Soft!Dabi who doesn't bother to hide the barely audible whines that escape him as you tend to his sore muscles after a fight. He doesn't even have to ask, never has. You just seemed to know what he needed and it's become a ritual. Soon enough, those magic hands of yours are rubbing away the worries of the day, week, fuck, maybe even the month. He returns the favor too, of course, but he doubts he's quite as amazing as he believes you are.

💙Soft!Dabi who can't sleep if you aren't right next to him. Whether it be cuddled up against his chest with your head tucked under his chin or the little spoon, your back flush against his chest as he holds you close. As long as you're there, pressed up against him, he's happy and able to sleep peacefully.

💙Soft!Dabi who almost cries the first time you cook him something homemade. It's a simple meal, but it's the best thing he's eaten in months and you've cooked it just for him. Dabi never understood the saying 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach' until now, with a full belly a single drop of red running down his cheek.

💙Soft!Dabi who acts offended when you catch him attempting to not so discreetly steal kitty food from local pet stores. After some prodding, it turns out he uses it to feed the strays that hang out by the back of the hideout. He claims it's to stop the meowing and begging, but you know better. The way his lips quirk slightly upwards when he sees them eating, the names he's given them all and the way they react when they see him? It all gives him away and your heart swells, because you know how truly caring he is deep down and how lucky you are to see this side of him.

💙Soft!Dabi who isn't a virgin when you finally have sex, but makes love for the very first time with you. Rather than quick and straight to the point, like he'd always been in the past, he's tender and attentive with you. He takes time to run his hands over every inch of your body, appreciating every curve, dimple, birthmark, scar etc. He loves every bit of you and makes sure you know it.

💙Soft!Dabi whose enters you slowly, making sure not to hurt you and allowing you the time to feel every bit of him before moving. His thrusts are slower and more passionate, hitting just the right spots, over and over again. He wants more than anything to show you how much you mean to him, in every way possible. Judging by the way he has you sobbing his name, he feels like he's succeeded.

💙Soft!Dabi who tends to your wounds when you get hurt in a fight. He acts angry that you'd gotten injured, showing nothing but frustration on the outside, but the way his brow furrows and his lip quivers lets you know how concerned he truly is. Even more so, when he's done patching you up and simply presses his forehead against yours, quietly holding eye contact for a few moments before smiling reassuringly and pressing a tender kiss between your brows.

💙Soft!Dabi who holds your hand at every chance he gets. It starts with just pinky fingers laced together, but he'll soon maneuver his hand and start stroking his thumb across your palm in slow circles. Before you know it, his large, scarred and calloused hand is wrapped around yours fully, occasionally lifting it to his lips so he can place a butterfly kiss on your knuckles and send you a cheeky smile.

💙Soft!Dabi who never would've considered himself 'soft' until he met you and got to feel what it was to love and to be be loved so wholeheartedly. Loved without any expectations or reservations. You didn't ask for him to change, you accepted him for how he was, past, present, future plans, scars, demons, all of it. He didn't mind being soft for that, for you... only you.