Kanna

IDK IF ANYONE’S EVER LOOKED AT THE OFFICIAL DMMD ART BOOKS LATELY BUT CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT CLEAR’S PART IN IT FOR A SECOND?

LIKE FOr one thing beta Clear is hot as fuck in dem glasses holy shit I’d tap that mm-hmm

bUT THEN

flirting

Oh god i feel you dude. I’d kill to have a Josuke to cuddle when it’s that time of month.

Polpol

You smile as you feel the soft knead of hands on your back. Polnareff is always very attentive when it comes to you - especially if you’re in pain or feeling icky.

“How are you feeling, amore?” His voice is tender, as if he’s afraid speaking any louder will make your discomfort worse.

“Pretty shit, but that feels nice, please don’t stop,” you beg as you feel him hesitate in his massage. He chuckles softly, continuing to work your muscles gently as he pulls you a bit closer to press a kiss to your cheek. You turn to return the kiss, but you’re interrupted by a wave of sudden nausea at the movement. You turn away, coughing, before giving your boyfriend an apologetic smile.

“Humph, I hate it for you, love” he whines, pressing his nose against your cheek.

“Me too, trust me. Can you hand me that heating pad?” You ask, pointing towards your secondary savior (Pol obviously being the first). He obliges, plugging it in and getting you settled before he begins to chew his lip in thought. Normally you’d scold him for the bad habit, but you feel sapped of energy just from the little effort it took to readjust with the heating pad.

“You want some tea? Coffee? Ice cream?” He starts to list endless comfort foods and to be honest, none of them appeal to you. At least, not nearly as much as the idea of having him snuggled up close under your blanket, whispering sweet nothings as you both drift in and out of sleep.

Polnareff recognizes that pout on your face near immediately. He cuts off his list and grins widely. He plops down gently beside you, taking up his normal position of big spoon. “You’re so needy,” he teases, earning a grunt from you.

“I think I’ve earned the right to be, all things considered,” you whine. He agrees, nuzzling closer as he breathes in the scent of you. You sigh contentedly, despite the cramps. Nothing could be all bad with your big, goofball around.

Joot

Jotaro is not the most attentive and doting of boyfriends, but he does try occasionally. Especially on days like these when he can read the pain in your eyes. It’s a sensation he’s all too familiar with and he’s willing to act a little out of character in order to protect his loved one from having to experience pain.

You can’t help but give a little pained smile as he walks from room to room gathering things for your comfort and convenience. He’s a bit of an overachiever when it comes to caring for you.

“Here’s you’re heating pad, some hot tea - mint to settle your stomach - and some crackers in case you need something light to eat,” he drifts off as he tries to think if he’s forgotten anything. He seems to give up, turning to you to get your input.

You smile, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as he gives you the slightest hint of a smile. You still feel your heart stop as he stoops to place a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his laptop and settling in to work by your side so he can keep an eye on you.

Jonathan

Jonathan is a meticulous, if nervous, ball of energy while caring for you. He makes sure everything is perfect, worried that even the slightest spike in temperature might make you feel worse.

The downside to this is he can be a bit overbearing and nitpicky - You find yourself reminding him that you will tell him if you need anything quite a few times.

KUJO JOTARO

Being Jotaro’s lover isn’t the easiest thing to be, but once you get used to him, and he manages to chill out and open himself to you, it will actually be really nice.

But of course, he will mask his smile or blush by tipping his hat, looking away and saying his infamous catch phrase.

YARE YARE DAZE

Of course, you knew it from when he’d say it around people who pissed him off, but with you, it’s mostly playful.

You didn’t even realise how long you started hanging out with him, but unbeknownst to you, you picked up random traits from him and you do them without even wanting to.

At first, there were smaller things, like getting the courage to speak up on someone’s bullshit that was affecting you, wearing longer coats to give you a cooler effect, or smirking in confidence more often.

But there was THIS one thing that drew his attention one day when you were incredibly pissed off at someone and you said his catch phrase with so much ease, sass and just the right amount of emotions…It was so natural that it shocked him.

When you’re done with your little problem, he will flick your forehead playfully, telling you that the phrase is copyrighted and he wants author’s rights.

Either that, or wear one of his cool hats and do the hat tipping as well, otherwise it wouldn’t have the same effect.

—DIO BRANDO

You had no idea WHY or HOW did you get this stupid habit, but whenever something went wrong, you’d curse JoJo.

You don’t even KNOW a JoJo, but you cursed him anyway, since cursing God for your misfortune was too overrated and boring.

Dio was pretty shocked to hear you say his arch enemy’s name with such bitterness and anger, but when he realised it was nothing personal, he just laughed to himself and watched you come up with very inventive curses.

And if that wasn’t enough, he one day saw you jolting to your feet from the sofa where you were doing some work, and the satisfactory grin you had while letting out a pretty shrill and dragged WRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY was something he’d want to use as his phone notification sound because it made him laugh so much.

He has no idea how you managed to pick up these silly habits of his without even realising, but he gets a great laugh out of it regardless.

Even better, if you do those things in front of people he knows, it will make it obvious that you are his and his alone and that nobody will ever be able to get you.

So.. This morning, I presume because of the final episode of season 4 airing, I’ve been seeing a lot of hate being thrown around directed at Endeavor. I’m not in any place to try and convince any of you to not hate him, I think it’s pretty justified why most do, but I don’t— So, I’m gonna go on a lil rant and explain my analysis of why I like and sympathize with Todoroki Enji as a character.

If you care to read, please do with an open mind! I know topics related to abuse can be sensitive, so there’s my trigger warning. Also, manga spoiler alert! I’ll also come out and say that I had an extremely abusive childhood myself, both physically and mentally with ridiculously complicated family dynamics. I’ll leave it at that.

UMMM. HOW DARE YOU?! How am I supposed to get stuff done when you have me thinking of him @animewh0re ?! lsajfsd;fsj And I made him a Villain BECAUSE I CAN!

I was not planning on making this spicy BUT SHIT. Still a quickie though! Hope you guys enjoy!

Tags: Captive, Yandere, Cockwarming, bondage

NSFT!!!

Yandere!Villain!Aizawa x Genderneutral!Reader

You didn’t ever think that you would end up becoming a captive to Eraserhead, a vicious, notorious villain that terrorized the streets. And one that you managed to garner the attention of. One that you were now seated in his lap, bound tightly in his capture weapon as he sifted through Netflix to find something to watching. The bindings were tight and chaffing, causing you to squirm in a vain attempt to get more comfortable. Aizawa hissed in response.

“You better stop struggling in my lap like that, Kitten. You’ll start something you don’t want me to finish.”

A squeak escaped you when cool teeth nipped at the skin of your neck and a hand groped at your ass. You could feel the stubble on his chin rasping against your neck, sending a shudder rolling through you. Heart fluttering like a caged bird in your chest, you tried your best to still in his lap, muscles aching from the bindings.

“I’ll sit still!” 

“Are you sure you can?” he chuckled as he lifted his head to nibble on your ear, “This won’t be too much for you?”

You jerked when Eraserhead suddenly squeezed your ass again, hot breath pooling on your skin. His hands were tracing maddening lines along your skin and it sent you wriggling once more, arousal flooding your system.

“As I thought, you can’t sit still like a good pet. I think I need to punish you…”

“W-Wait! I can-mmmph!”

His capture weapon had snaked up to wrap tightly around your mouth, muffling your protests as he knotted the binding off. The sight had him groaning in your ear and slipping a hand down between your legs. A muffled moan escaped you as his clever fingers worked your sex, drawing out your feelings of arousal.

“Talking is a privilege.” He growled out to you, “Now be a good pet and warm my cock.”

The villain slipped you off his lap and yanked down his pants and boxers, his erections springing free. Aizawa was rough when he ripped off your pants and underwear before grabbing you by the waist and lowering you onto his length. Your eyes rolled in your head, clenching tightly around him in response before you were brought back to lay against his chest.

It was gonna be a little while longer until I got this out but an incredibly talented friend came forward and drew me the most wonderful fan-art for this story. It seriously blew me away to the point where I couldn’t focus on any of my other WIPs! I’ve actually included the art further down so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Please go and show some love to the artist @workofann​!

I also need to give another massive thank you to @leeswritingworld​, once again this girl has helped me sort my life out when it comes to the mess of ideas I have in my head for this fic and she helped me add some cute little bits in. I love you!

I hope you guys enjoy this.

Part One. Part Two.

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 4232.

“Morning, Princess.”

Your eyes squinted against the bright light of your cell phone screen, trying to make out the rest of the message you’d received. Your chest was already fluttering at the realisation that it had been from ‘Katsuki’ on his private number. You tried to push the thought out of your mind of how many women actually had this number, trying to focus on the fact he’d told you that you were the only one as you blinked away sleep.

It had been a few weeks since you’d started talking to Ground Zero privately, thousands of messages and calls exchanged daily. You’d learned so much about him in such a short amount of time, the connection was stronger than you’d ever felt between anyone else. Each time you entered one of his regular streams you’d always feel like he was looking for your name in a sea of people, searching for the one person he cared about watching more than anyone else.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” You smiled at the message, rereading it before scrolling down further, a picture peeking out from the bottom of your screen as your breath hitched in your throat.

Time to send in this old ass edit I made

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