#[ i wanted to keep it loose so i'm not fiddling with it and trying to make it perfect lol ]

[buttercup-art]

the finished product!

[mintmatcha]

so part of the reason he doesn't remember her is because it was such a shitty time at home and he was shutting down he's not just a fuckboy he's a TRAUMATISED fuckboy

If you were smart, you would have cleaned the place of every trace of you, but instead, you're forced to watch him pad through your belongings. Sero, the Sero, dreamboat Sero, is walking his fingers across the shelves in your living room, inspecting the rowing of manga. Sometimes, he hums, like he recognizes something. Other times, he stops on the figurines and pretends to shake their tiny hands in a horribly charming manner.

There's been boys in your apartment before. Well, a boy.

This is different. Sero is different.

He keeps looking back at you with these eyes, these damn eyes that you just can't resist, gently lidded with a smile that feels like it's just for you-

Liking him is stupid. You know that. Boys like him date pretty girls, thin girls, normal girls, better girls-

You adjust your clothes, pulling at the hem until you hear a definite pop. It's the exact outfit you saw on a pretty girl on tiktok, bought with three weeks of allowance, but it feel wrong and cheap against your skin. Wool over a wolf's body, poorly trying to disguise you as something you aren't.

Sero is effortlessly cool. His clothes are loose in they way that still makes him look lean and put together and purposely mismatched. Even his socks are different colors, one white, one black-

"You have a fun place, Cram School." Sero gives you a big smile. He calls you affectionately, since he claims to miss you when you're there. "You really like magical girls, don't you?"

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt more, tugging at the loose threads.

"...Yeah."

He waits a bit to see if you've got more to say, then turns back to your things. He's always attentive with you, even when Kirishima's other friends aren't.

"You totally wanted to be a hero as a kid, didn't you?" His teasing is light and your chest feels the same. "Like this guy?"

Technically, the figure he picks up isn't a hero, but you don't point that out. His warmth is melting you and you swear every atom in your body is slowly buzzing faster and faster.

"No, my quirk isn't good. I could never be a hero. I just..." You trip over your words because you know it's pathetic to admit. You adjust your glasses as you speak, sliding them up and down nervously. "They're sweet, and, and friendly. D-don't you ever wish you could transform into someone else for a little bit?"

There's another pause and you're forced to look directly at him. Your glasses slide down on their own.

"That was so cringe," you whisper.

His shrugs with one shoulder, scuffing his socks against the carpet. "Yeah. I do. Sometimes."

Sero sniffs, then hooks a thumb towards the television. "Do you wanna watch one?"

"A-a show?" you scoff at yourself. "You don't have to do that."

"You're so mean to yourself, Cram School. " Sero laughs. "I want to."

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He asks questions the first episode. Good ones too. He posts to a character and whispers that it must be your favorite, since he saw the posters of her. Heat from his breath tickles your neck and that helium feeling in your chest just gets tighter.

The third episode, he slings and arm around your shoulders. You had been frozen tall, knees together with hands tucked into your lap, but then he drew you in, right into his collarbone. His elbows are sharp, but you don't mind. Not at all.

You debate touching him back, but your hands stay locked on the hem of your shirt.

When the credits roll, he turns to look at you, face so close to the side of yours that you can feel his nose bump against the wire frame of your glasses.

"Hey."

He whispers it as his hand finds your thigh.

"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

He waits a minute, held by your indecisiveness. His skin is acne bitten under his bangs, the pad of fat under his eyes puffs when he smiles.

This isn't a cruel joke, is it? Or some dream you'll wake up from? This is real, painfully real, something that no one can take away from you-

"Okay?"

No one will ever believe that you have a boy in your apartment, one that wants to kiss you despite the glasses and everything else undesirable about you.

Sero whispers you name. Not Cram School, but your name.

You gather up the willpower to squeak out an: "Okay."

And then he does. Lips are dryer than you thought they'd be, but the gentle pull of skin against skin enough to steal your breath away. His own breath quivers with a sigh; he must be able to tell it's your first time, because he goes purposefully slow, moving his mouth slightly more and more open until you match his movements.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, it tastes like the peach tea he's left on your countertops.

For once, you don't want to be anyone else.

[morelikeravenbore]

Sebastian Sallow, the yapper.

And other such headcanons.

I woke up this morning with the most pressing desire to word vomit some random Sebastian headcanons. These are all based on my fic How to Make a Villain but I've used "you" in place of Aurélie's name for delulu's sake. 

I literally haven't proof read this so. 

*chucks*

✨ He's enchanted every single pocket in every item of clothing he owns and keeps EVERYTHING in them. Books, sweets, potions, wiggenwalds, quills, parchment, plants, rocks, a snitch, notebooks, food. Good luck doing his laundry or trying to find ANYTHING he needs. 

✨ Hoards sentimental items the way a magpie hoards shiny things. Yes, that twig you fiddled with during your first conversation is INCREDIBLY important to him and he'll never ever get rid of it. 

✨ He interrupts a lot but it's only because his brain whizzes at a zillion miles an hour. 

✨ Can't sit still.

✨ Definitely has adhd. 

✨ Constantly snacks on sweets (which he keeps in his enchanted pockets, usually loose because he lost the box.) His favourite is Every Flavour Beans, he'll scarf them down by the handful and isn't put off by the disgusting combination of flavours. In fact, he the worse the flavour combo, the funnier he thinks it is. Do not accept any sweets he offers you because who knows how long they've been in his pockets. 

✨ His innate optimism is what keeps him toeing the line between light and dark but is ultimately what saves him. 

✨ Can always make you laugh even during the most stressful times. 

✨ He needs some ONE to fight for rather than some THING. Hes incredibly goal oriented but as long as it centres around his loved one/s. Will fight harder for you than he will for himself. 

✨ Is overly physically affectionate and will never ever stop touching you, hugging you, smooching you, playing with your hair, poking your face, lifting you up, dragging you around by the wrist, sleeping on top of you, pinching you, tickling you. 

✨ Sleeps like 3 hours a night, somehow manages to function.

✨ HIGHLY intelligent, like I'm talking gifted kid level kinda smart.

✨ But also highly impulsive which explains his whole "genius who does a lot of dumb shit" thing. 

✨ On account of his childhood trauma, he will literally BEG you to marry him but will take a bloody ridiculously long time to decide to have kids.

✨ Speaking of marriage, his love for you runs DEEP but he's about as romantic as a slug so expect his proposal to burst outta him on a whim.

✨ He won't hesitate to defend you, threaten for you, commit Muggle violence for you, duel for you, but he treats you soooo gently. 

✨ Certified yapper. Sometimes he'll wake you up in the middle of the night to yap. Sometimes he'll want to show you how high he can karate kick for like fifteen minutes straight.

✨ He hates cutting his hair and usually grows it out all wild and unruly until you can't take it any more and force a haircut on him.

[therantsofawriterrr]

buckys first time since the 40s? smut with reader, he cums embarrassingly fast and reader has to console him and she tells him she thought it was hot….

Ok so my first smut req. Thanks anon. Y'all know the drill, 18+ only, MDNI pls. Smut and warnings under the cut. If you don't like this stuff, just don't read it, thanks.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it, ya filthy animals), creampie, mentions of fingering, dirty talk and dumbification if you squint, tell me in the comments if i missed anything

A/N: First time writing smut, sorry for any tense mistakes. I get confused with those. Also, this ain't proofread, so pardon any mistakes.

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Ok so, in my mind, Bucky's kinda composed about it at first. Y'all have been dating for a long time and you both are finally ready to go to the next base.

But as soon as he sees you in your underwear, your breaths getting deeper and heavier as you see him in his, he feels himself get so hard so fast, his mind finally picking up the fact that he hadn't gotten laid since the 40s.

His body already had the memo, begging for a release, making him want to just sink into you and let himself loose.

Even as he got you naked, laying down on top of you, holding himself up, he tries to keep himself in line. Even as he sinks his fingers into you, whispering praises into your ear, he feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers. His voice is breathy and needy, not that you noticed, your mind flooded with pleasure.

"So pretty for me, baby."

"Just like that, doll, be loud, no need to hide those noises, yeah? It's just us."

"Good God, you're heavenly. So tight and so wet. It's all for me, isn't it?"

And when he finally sinks into you, he still keeps himself composed. Inch by inch, he works through it, as his mind goes blank every time he gets deeper. When he's finally in, though, he couldn't help but rut into you. He didn't start thrusting just yet, waiting for your permission.

You'd moan and whine for him to move properly, to fuck you properly and he would. He'd be long gone as he'd pound into you, groaning into your neck and marking the pretty skin. He'd lavish your nipples with attention as he'd try to hold back, to not flood your insides with his cum.

But finally, he was a man who hadn't had a proper release for more than a hundred years. In a few thrusts, he ended up, arching his back, groaning as he came, as spurts after spurts of cum filled you up.

He'd keep his face buried in your neck as you both panted. Too embarrassed to even look at you. He couldn't even wait for you to finish.

"Bucky," you'd whisper, kissing the side of his forehead. "Baby, it's alright."

"I'm sorry, doll," he' say, his voice muffled. "I couldn't hold back. I should've but-'

"No, hey, listen to me," you'd say, urging him to look at you. "It's fine. I understand. And to be honest..."

His eyes would light up with curiosity as he'd see you blush, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair sticking to your cheek. "What, baby? Tell me."

"It was kinda hot," you'd murmur, your hand fiddling with the dog tags hanging around his neck. "Like, really hot."

Immediately, a smug grin would appear, his prior embarrassment and guilt being washed away. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," You'd whisper. "It's hot knowing that I did that to you."

"Hmm, baby," he'd say, bringing his mouth to your ear, starting to thrust into you again. "You have no idea what you do to me."

And he'd stare at your face as it twisted in pleasure, this time hell-bent on making you clench around him like a vice before he gives you another load.

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[heeliopheelia]

"mind saying that again?" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by @icydawon ♡

warnings: suggestive towards the end!!

a/n: okay look idk what the fuck possessed me to end this drabble on such note but i couldn't help it 🤷‍♀️ i planned to keep it completely pg13 but my weakness for affection starved men took over again...

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With a giggle, you fiddle with the cool ring decorating his middle finger. You're too flustered to meet your boyfriend's gaze, and good for you because if you had, you'd probably end up burning in place at the softness twinkling in Heeseung's eyes as he looked at you.

His thumb rubs the skin of your hand gently before the two of you come to a halt in front of the bricked building of your apartment block.

"Well, text me when you get home, okay?" You ask, finally letting go of his hand and trying not to shiver at the sudden coolness of the crisp fall air hitting your warmed up palm. You tilt your head up to meet his pretty smile. "I won't fall asleep unless I'm sure you made it without getting yourself kidnapped. You're too pretty to walk alone at such hour, you know?"

He lets you pinch his cheek softly before he captures it in his own and moves it to his mouth to brush his lips over your knuckles.

"I'll make sure to do so. Wouldn't want my princess to lose her beauty sleep because of me, would I?"

You raise on your toes to press one last kiss to his cheek. "See you later. Love you."

Your whole world seems to come to a stop as you watch Heeseung's eyes widen with surprise. You suck in a sharp breath, realizing that you mindlessly blurted out the words that have been sitting heavily on your tongue for the past couple months.

Instantly flushing one more time this night, you raise your hand up and try to tuck the hair that the wind's carelessly messed up behind your burning ear.

"I- Uhm, yeah. You know," you stumble out, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

With his thumb and pointer finger, he lifts your chin up and holds it still as he watches the bashful expression blossoming on your face. He hums, eyes glistening at your state and he feels his heart swelling with adoration.

"Mind saying that again, love?"

"I love you too," he says with an uncontained grin. "Damn, you beat me to it. Wanted to be the first one to say it to you."

His voice only makes you weaker in the knees and you hate yourself for responding so eagerly to each and every word of his even after nearly a year of dating.

Feeling your face heating up and betraying you mercilessly, you slither out of his grasp and throw yourself on his body in an attempt to hide your flustered self. Burying your face in his chest, you can feel it vibrating with laughter as he wraps his arms around you loosely and presses his lips to the crown of your head.

"Shut up," you mumble into his chest but tighten your grip on his nonetheless.

"Oh, come on. Say it again, angel," he teases giddily, cold hands slipping underneath your jacket and hitching your sweater up, causing a rush of shivers to run down your spine as his fingers touch your warm skin. "Don't be mean, I've waited so long to hear it from you."

You scoff and pull away from him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, really? How long?"

"So fucking long it's actually pathetic," he admits and pulls you close by your waist again.

You smile up at him, hand reaching up to cradle his cheek as you raise to your toes and lean up. "Well, if that's the case then I guess it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you on your toes for any longer," you whisper, mouth brushing against his as you press butterfly kisses one after another on his pink lips. "I love you, Heeseung."

And he fucking melts. He squeezes your middle as he ducks down and quickly captures your lips in a full kiss. You gasp in surprise at your boyfriend's sudden rush of eager affection and try to keep up with his greedy mouth.

"Say it again," he whispers into the kiss, hands coming up to cup your face and angle it better for him to suck your bottom lip absolutely maniacally. You're barely present, mind far away in the clouds as he repeats his words with a sudden neediness. "Say it."

And you do, tangling your fingers in his thick hair. "I love you."

"Again."

"Heeseung!" You gasp into his mouth, head dizzy from the lack of air in your lungs.

"C'mon, baby. It's just three words, you can do it."

"I love you."

And with a whine strangled in his throat, he pushes you backwards until you're leaned against the front door of your apartment block, shaky hands raking your pockets in a search for the keys.

"I love you too. More than anything else."

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[notyourhetloki]

neighbor's hospitality (old man!Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)

Reader: she/her (fem!Reader)

/NSFW Logan Howlett x Reader/

Summary: The plan was simple: you would bake some cookies, take them to your new neighbor's door, knock, and welcome them kindly. But that would be proven to be quite more complicated than expected.

A/N: I'm back again at my bullshit guyss hope you like this one! I'm down bad for old man Logan oof

Tags: smut, mdni, old man!Logan, age gap (reader's an adult), pervy!Logan, naive!Reader, piv sex, unprotected sex, petnames (kid, bub, sweetie, baby), Logan calls himself ‘old man’, a bit of crying but it's from pleasure.

Word Count: 1737

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The plan was simple: you would bake some cookies, take them to your new neighbor's door, knock, and welcome them kindly. But that would be proven to be quite more complicated than expected.

See, you weren't prepared for the hunk of a man that answered the door. He was shirtless, wearing only a loose pair of grey sweatpants. His salt-and-pepper beard told you he was much older, and his charming glasses only aggravated his age.

"Hm, can I help you?" The man seemed slightly irritated, but his expression turned more curious after he gave you a good up-and-down look.

You were wearing a cute light sundress, the hem resting just above your knees. You felt his eyes roam your skin as you stuttered to speak.

"H-Hi, neighbor! I-I wanted to bring this welcome gift, I baked them this morning..." You looked down at the plate of cookies you were carrying, feeling shy at the sight of the man's nakedness.

"Oh. Thanks, kid." He took the plate from your hands gently, his fingers brushing yours as he did so. "They smell delicious... what's your name?"

You looked up again to meet his eyes (which was proven to be quite difficult) and answered with a sweet voice. "What about yours, mister?"

"Call me Logan." Extending his arm for a handshake, he took your hand and squeezed lightly. Electricity ran through your body at the more direct touch, and you couldn't help but notice a smug smile on his face.

"Why don't you come in, bub? Make this old man some company, hm?" Logan's voice was hoarse, deep, and full of something that sent shivers down your spine... mischief, maybe?

"Oh, sure!" You caught yourself saying without much thinking.

He stepped aside and you entered his apartment. It was still quite empty, besides not having many boxes left. You followed him into the kitchen where he laid your plate on the balcony, grabbed one of the cookies and ate it. Logan hummed in approval, looking at you as you smiled in pride.

"Fuck, these are good." He said reaching for another one. "Almost as sweet as that smile of yours."

Blushing at his comment, you fiddled with the hem of your dress in nervousness. Your heart hammered in your chest because, in reality, the situation you were in was just too crazy. You were in a hot stranger's house who was currently semi-nude and flirting with you, apart from the fact he was much older... it all should scream 'danger', but you couldn't pull away from the delicious taboo.

Unbeknownst to you, Logan could hear your altered heartbeats (he might be older, but his heightened senses still worked wonders). You were so innocent and young, two things he was not... it captivated him, your beauty, your smell, everything. He felt like a perverted old man for doing what he planned on doing, but he couldn't help it... he had to at least try.

"Want one?" Logan approached you while holding a cookie. Before you could take it from him, he brought it to your lips. "Open." He softly demanded.

You were enthralled, not able to keep your eyes away from his as you slowly opened your mouth. He then gently placed the small cookie on your tongue, watching as you chewed and swallowed. "Good girl."

The pet name immediately sent wetness down your panties, the ache in your core growing with each passing moment. Logan knew all of that, he could smell it on you... so he continued.

His big hand caressed the side of your face as he examined your features, your eyes, your lips... you looked frightened but you were turned on, an interesting mixture of emotions.

"Are you scared?" he whispered as his other hand softly grazed your arm. He looked for any sign of discomfort but was met with bright, wondering eyes.

You swallowed dry before answering a faint "No." It was partially true, though you wanted to act confident and not completely naive in front of him.

Logan let out a faint but deep chuckle that warmed your whole body with tingles. "Attagirl." Again, the way he called you made your body react, closing your eyes briefly and parting your mouth while trying to maintain composure.

"Fuck, look at you..." The older man said while running a thumb over your lower lip. "Wish I could have this sweet little thing all for myself."

You gasped as you realized there were no longer doubts of his intentions... and yet, you were completely at his mercy. Being desired by Logan ignited something in you, a fire you didn't know you had... and only he could appease it.

That's when you felt it, his lips hovering over yours in a tentative kiss. You leaned in, closing the minuscule gap between you. Seeing your eagerness, Logan lost all the remaining self-control he had.

His hand moved from your face to your waist and pulled you even closer, meanwhile, you finally let your own hands run through the hair on his chest.

The kiss soon deepened and turned sloppy, tongues dancing in tandem as one of his hands traveled up your dress and squeezed the soft skin of your ass. You moaned against his mouth and that made him growl, pulling you even closer so you were fully pressed against him.

You blushed even harder when you felt his erection pushing against your hip, yet you couldn't help but smooth your hand over it, gaining a full groan from him.

"You wanna kill this old man, huh?" Logan interrupted the kiss to tease you, his hands roaming all over your body. "Wanna see what you do to me, kid?"

You nodded enthusiastically, making him laugh. "Alright, alright..." He said as he lowered his pants, revealing his hard cock.

He was... huge to say the least. Long and thick, you had never seen something quite like that before. "Holy shit..." Escaped your lips as you began to stroke him, a bit of precum already dripping from his tip onto your fingers.

"Hah... that's it, doll." Logan praised but wanted things to move a little faster, so he decided to be bold. "Tell me, sweetie... you're wet for me, aren't you?"

You looked at him in the eyes after staring at his dick for a while, nodding your head again and humming in response.

"Let me take a look..." His hands traveled up your dress again and lowered your soaked panties down your thighs, letting them fall to the ground. You gasped as he slid two fingers across your entrance, gathering some slick. Logan then brought his fingers to eye level, examining. "Good fucking girl..." The man said before sucking on his digits, humming in approval while tasting you. "Tastes so good..."

Feeling hot all over, you let yourself be turned around by him. Your hands supported you on the balcony while his chest pressed against your back, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Be still, baby girl. Gonna make ya feel good."

Logan squeezed your ass again before you felt his tip entering you, slowly spreading your pussy with his girth. Only then did you realize how inconsequential you were being... having sex with a stranger without a condom? That was insane... but gosh, it just felt so right for some reason.

"Such a pretty cunt, all wet just for me..." You could feel Logan's breathing on the crook of your neck as he deepened himself completely in you, grunting your name while giving wet kisses to your skin.

You moaned when he began to move his hips, first out then in again, a pace so slow it tortured you, but you knew he didn't want to hurt you... for now. "L-Logan, ah! Feel so good... hmm."

"Yeah? Want me to go faster, hm?" He bit your shoulder lightly as you nodded your head and said: "Yes, please..."

"My girl is so polite..." Your girl... you wish you could be his girl forever. You wouldn't mind taking care of him while being used whenever he pleased... that sounded like a good routine, actually.

Logan grabbed your waist with much force before finally fucking into you, a now merciless pace that took all air away from your lungs. You couldn't help but moan loudly, not being able to form coherent words or even thoughts.

"That's it, sing for me, sweetie." The obscene slapping sounds your bodies made filled the empty apartment alongside your moans, and an occasional grunt from the older man. "Fuck, you're delicious."

It all felt so good, the feeling of Logan around and inside you, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust of his hips and drawing you closer and closer to your apex... but you couldn't formulate any of that, too dumb from all the feelings.

As if he could read your mind, Logan began to speak in your ear. "You're gonna cum for me, kid? Cum around my cock?"

You began to cry from pleasure, tears falling down your cheeks as you finally were able to say a few words. "Yes! I-I'm gonna...ah!"

Your orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure running through your body as you squeezed around his girth, milking him in the process.

He couldn't stop himself from cumming as well, feeling you pulsating around him was enough to bring him to the edge. Logan came with a deep groan, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist as he shot his load deep inside you.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths while Logan kissed the hickeys he had left.

He then slowly got himself out of you, watching as his cum dripped from your pussy down your thighs. He made a mental note to never forget that sight.

"You ok, bub?" Logan said while turning you around to face him, your face fucked out and wet from tears.

"Oh, yeah... more than ok." You managed to speak after a while, smiling at the man you had just met. Logan caressed your hair and face before kissing you again, this time gently.

His beard scratched your chin in a lovely way, you wish you could kiss him all the time... you would make that your goal.

"Stay for lunch, hm? I'mma cook something for ya." Logan smiled as you nodded, the two of you exploring your bodies with your hands. "Good, let's get us cleaned up first."

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[dovveri]

kidnapping 101

synopsis: who dared kidnap you? you were the mafia boss of your city who the hell had the audacity to pull a move this big?

warnings: guns, kidnapping, swearing, mafia stuff yk but like its comedic? so its not srs or angsty

w/c: 2.6k

a/n: put off posting this bcs i wanted to add more plot more word count but then that anon said they dont read long fics anyway so i cbb. it's implied momo x reader but it can also just be everyone friends yay

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you had a straw bag pulled over your head and felt hands shoving you into a hard wooden chair, hands tied behind your back. you huff, unbelieving of the situation you've found yourself in, but try to keep yourself collected enough to assess the situation and to not let your attackers know they had caught you by surprise.

you doubt anyone could guess you were a mafia boss in your day life. you were just another university student after all. funnily enough, university students were also your main customer base, they needed cheap, accessible drugs, and you provided. though they never dealt with you personally, you were worth much more than rookie errand runs and simple intimidation.

so how the fuck did these people find out who you were?

you were captured coming out of the university library, you weren't even up to anything illegal today. you just wanted to get away from all the responsibilities underground and actually get some study done for once. you didn't get to catch a glimpse of your assailants before you were drugged and fell unconscious.

you strain your ears, trying to hear the muffled whispering going on.

"-what? what do we do now?"

"how am i supposed to know?!."

"i don't know you're smarter than me!"

"ugh oh my god i can't believe nayeon put us up to this. did we really just drug someone?! wait fuck- look she's waking up-"

the bag is pulled off your head and you snarl unceremoniously, blinking to adjust to the dim light in the room, quickly surveying your surroundings and tugging on your restraints to check on them.

huh. they were only loosely tied up, you could get out of these easily.

you squint at the two girls in the room, they had to be around your age, but you had never seen them before. they weren't on any of your watchlists and you'd know if they belonged to rival mafia gangs.

"who are you?" you demand, voice authoritative and loud, forcing them to shrink back into one another, unsure of what to do.

"w-who are you?!" one of them squeaks out.

you blink.

"you two drugged and kidnapped someone you didn't know?"

they exchange glances, before looking back at you, "well... when you put it like that..."

"momo!"

"what?! she's right sana! what are we doing?!"

"i don't know!"

"neither do i!"

you watch them bicker, fiddling with your restraints and slowly undoing them without catching their attention.

"okay that's enough. who asked you to capture me?"

their faces whip back to yours, one of them, momo, speaks up again. "um... i'm pretty sure we're not meant to tell you that."

"nayeon right?"

she gasps, "are you a mind-reader?!"

you scoff, "i heard you talking when i was waking up."

momo mutters to herself, blushing for having thought otherwise.

"who is nayeon?"

sana speaks up this time, "our friend."

"and your friend asked you to... kidnap me for what reason?"

"erm..." they look at each other again, silently communicating and nervously flitting their eyes around the room, "we're not entirely sure."

"are you two her slaves or something?"

"what?! no!"

"then why are you doing whatever she asks?"

"because she's our friend!"

"right... slaves."

they frown at each other, unsure of themselves.

"so you both don't know who i am?"

"no. should we?"

you're interrupted then, the door to the room opening loudly and another woman striding in.

she pauses when she sees you, blinking slowly, and then she turns on her heel, eyes ablaze and in panic.

"guys who the fuck is this?!"

"how are we supposed to know?! you asked us to kidnap them!"

"what the fuck?! i didn't ask for you to kidnap anyone! i asked for you to steal the answers to the exam next week!"

"no you didn't!"

"yes i did!"

"that's not what you said momo!" sana turns to momo, pointing a finger at her accusingly.

"wha- nayeon you told me you needed to interrogate the person who wrote the exam!"

"that was a joke momo i didn't mean literally!"

"you need to specifiy!"

"what?! why would you think i meant kidnap them?! that's not normal!"

"i thought you were doing it for the thrill or something!"

"sana! why didn't you stop her?!"

sana shrinks, hiding behind momo, "i dunno you've asked us to do some pretty weird stuff before nayeon... it wasn't that out of line."

"what!? like what?!"

"don't put me on the spot! i can't think of anything right now! like- like- like that time you asked us to set off fireworks and we ended up setting the school on fire!"

"that wasn't- you weren't meant to build a bonfire in the middle of an empty classroom! of course the fire would catch!"

"that was my idea...." momo pouts, looking adorably embarrassed.

nayeon sighs, turning back to you, "i'm sorry for all this. this has been a major misunderstanding. are you- do you want us to do anything for you? you won't take this to the police or anything right..?"

you chuckle, the situation absurd to you, how two girls managed to kidnap the most powerful mafia boss in the city by accident.

your thoughts are interrupted by hushed bickering behind nayeon.

"what are we gonna do about the drugs?"

"i don't know give them back to the person that gave them to you."

"they looked scary though..."

"momo why did you accept drugs from a random person anyway?"

"we needed a sedative to kidnap them!"

"you did what?!" nayeon flips around again, eyes comically wide.

momo flinches, backing up into sana who yelps when the other girl steps on her foot in haste, "erm- we- uh..."

"you drugged them?!"

"well-"

nayeon's flipping around to you again, going as far as to bow down and get on her knees, putting her forehead to the floor and apologising profusely, "i'm so sorry! i'll take responsibility for their actions please don't take this the wrong way we really didn't mean to and this has all just been a big misunderstanding-"

you can't help but burst into laughter, shoulders sagging in relief now that you realise you're not in any real danger and your identity was still safe.

they look between each other a little confused, still concerned you were going to turn them in or ask them to do something for you that would be less than ideal. you think it's very cute honestly, you were always surrounded by too-serious mafia security and people asking you what to do, it was refreshing to be around people who knew how to let loose a little. money was important to you as a mafia boss, but you wished your organisation knew how to have relax a little more, the bad guys were always meant to be more lively after all.

"sorry- this is just quite funny, i don't think i've laughed like that in a long time."

they exchange nervous glances again, keeping their distance. you stand, having undone your restraints long ago, stretching a little with a curious glint in your eyes.

sana and momo gape at you, "h-how did you- were you always- didn't we tie you up?"

you shrug, shaking your hands loose for effect, "they weren't hard to undo."

"o-oh... wait who are you again?"

you stretch out a hand to the three of them, "l/n y/n. nice to meet you all. and you can relax, i won't be pressing any charges. you're safe."

"r-right..." nayeon comes forward and shakes your hand gingerly, letting it go as soon as she could and shrinking back next to the other two.

you raise an eyebrow, "so where'd you get such a strong sedative momo? it's alright if i use your names right?"

"y-yes of course." nayeon responds for her, but momo looks back at you, thinking before she replies.

"erm... well i was kinda just asking around outside the campus bar- obviously i didn't say we were going to use it to kidnap you, i just thought uni students might have some sort of access to like party drugs or whatever. i didn't realise it was going to knock you out like that-"

"and who gave you this drug?"

"erm... he was one of the older students i think... the most notable thing about him was his hair. he had big orange hair, curly, it made him kinda look like a clown."

your eyebrows crease together in a frown, so that's why the drug had worked so well. it was one of your own. you were only asking momo to see if there was suddenly new competition around campus for your drug business, but it seemed kim heechul, one of your drug pushers, had made moves of his own.

"what did he say to you?"

"he just told me what kind of drug it was. he didn't even ask me to pay actually- that was the main reason i took it. he just said if i was looking to have a good time this would be the perfect drug for it."

your mind works quickly, piecing the pieces together, anger bubbling up inside you at the realisation of one of your employee's actions.

"a-are... are you okay y/n?" momo looks concerned, stepping forward hesitantly.

you purse your lips, "i'm sorry momo. i just need to make sure... you didn't take any of this drug for yourself did you?"

she frowns, "no. why are you asking?"

you breathe a sigh of relief, "that's good. you three may not know this, but the drug you used to sedate me was mine. i kind of... control the drug market at our uni. i probably should've said that in my introduction to you all. i'm a mafia boss. it's also why i'd never go to the police and turn you in, that'd probably be exactly what they wanted... me to waltz right into a police station where they could hold me indefinitely."

they stare at you in shock, slowly coming to their senses.

"wait so... why would you tell us this? are you not afraid we'll turn you in?"

you laugh, "no. because we're at what you'd call an impasse. you turn me in and i turn you in. so the best solution for both of us is to do neither."

"oh..."

"anyway, i'm sorry you had to go through that momo. the ass that gave you those drugs has already been on a short leash. he probably intended for you to take the drugs and to take advantage of you while you were out. i may run one of the biggest crime organisations in the city but i still have morals. i mean- don't get me wrong i can see why he'd want you you're drop-dead gorgeous but if it were me, i'd just ask you out like any other normal person."

they stare at you while you ramble, still trying to process all the information they were learning, and trying to match their stereotype of a mafia boss in their heads to the girl their age dressed in an oversized hoodie and fluffy pyjama pants in front of them.

momo squeaks, "o-oh!"

"-like you're kind of adorable and really you're just my type which also grosses me out because why do i have the same type as that clown kim heechul- like you don't gross me out sorry i didn't mean for it to sound like that although i think it's quite well established by now that i think you're really attractive so it's definitely not you and kim heechul is definitely getting shot and-"

"woah! woah woah slow down i don't think anyone needs to get shot- um and it's okay you don't need to apologise- i probably should've known better than to take free drugs from a random person on the street..."

you frown, "don't say that. why don't you come under me? i wouldn't want anyone taking advantage of you like that again. and you won't have to worry about stupid stuff like whether or not it's your fault for being adorably innocent, you'll have my full protection."

momo blinks, looking at sana and nayeon for help.

you misunderstand, thinking she's worried about her friends, "your friends can join too. it's decent money, and i won't make any of you do anything you're not comfortable with. i get it y'know? i'm only able to pay for college because i do this, and i'm good at making other people do the dirty work. dangle some drugs and money and people will do anything for you."

nayeon lets out a sound of disbelief, "...this is a joke right? like surely this is a joke. sana pinch me."

sana does exactly that, but nayeon yelps, "not that hard!"

"you asked me to pinch you!"

"yeah pinch me not crab claw me!"

"i just got my nails done it's not my fault!"

before you can laugh at their antiques the door behind them slams open, people rushing in with guns pointed. there's a few screams before hands are clamped over mouths and you feel yourself be surrounded.

you react instantly when you see one of the intruders grab momo by the neck, pointing a gun at her head. you lurch forward, pushing past the people surrounding you, knocking the gun out of their hand and hitting the back of it into the person's head, rendering them unconscious with the force of your blow.

you quickly check on momo, helping her up and inspecting her neck, fingers tingling from where your skin meets.

"boss- what- are you okay?"

"shut up! i was fine! god can't i have a single day to myself without you numbskulls barging in?" you bark with your fingers still daintily checking momo's neck for any marks.

"you- you were kidnapped boss we were just-"

"i'm fine now aren't i? i can take care of myself. i don't need you all watching my every move! i'd like to have some privacy to myself every now and then." you turn back to the bodyguards looking awkward and shuffling around in their bulky protective wear and guns.

"y-yes boss. sorry boss."

"wait for me outside." you sigh, flicking your wrist in annoyance, "and find kim heechul. i need to have a word with him." you add as an afterthought.

they shuffle out the door they came through, mumbling apologies and tripping over themselves. you roll your eyes, refocusing back on the other women in the room.

"i'm sorry about that. are you guys okay?"

they stare at you, faces tinged with red, nayeon speaks up first. "so you weren't joking..."

you shake your head, "and i'm serious about coming under me too. i'm kinda afraid to say it but if word gets out that i was kidnapped, some of my rivals might go out looking for you three and try to recruit you for themselves. they'll treat you a lot worse than i will. and they generally won't take no for an answer..."

"but you'll take no for an answer?" sana chirps in.

"like i said- i don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to."

nayeon and sana look between them, but momo shrugs, smiling up at you, "i'm in. i like you. you're funny."

you grin at her, justifying the immediate connection you felt with her just by being able to anticipate the kind of person she was.

"well if momo's in i'm in." sana agrees happily, slinging an arm around momo.

they look towards nayeon who rolls her eyes and groans, "someone has to make sure the two of you don't kidnap the wrong person again right?"

they all break into laughter and you join them, feeling like you had people you could almost call friends for the first time since you'd started your mafia business.

[unspeakable-imagination]

We Don't Have to Dance |Part two| Worst Logan

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Cw: accidental, anxiety induced self harm, poor mental health. Soulmate AU! mentions of Althea's drug use, kinda short.

It was another day and you were once again poking around with your breakfast on your plate, fiddling with the fork. Colossus, Elle, and Yukio had already finished, leaving you behind. You were too deep into thought to even try to break out of your trance. You spent the whole time thinking about the logan you'd seen yesterday. Everybody knew about how your late husband ended up rescuing his daughter, and ended up losing his life In the process. You were distraught over the revelation that his daughter was the same woman you'd seen with this new Logan. This soulmate that seemed to have found his way back to you.

You knew it wasn't the same man. Biologically, sure. In every sense, technically. But not emotionally. Not truly. This wasn't the Logan that you'd spent so many years with. This certainly wasn't the Logan that married you. This man hardly knew you, or so you thought. Your gaze had drifted to the name scrolled along your forearm and you grew restless. It became itchy and you grew disturbed, stuck in your mind as you stared. Gingerly reaching your other hand to scratch at the words, the sensation didn't Seem to stop. Your ears rang as you tried scratching harder and harder, desperately trying to rip the tainted skin from your arm. Tight silver hands grasped your wrists and quickly separated your now bloody nails from bloodied words and you felt wet drip down your cheek.

“No,” you cried. “No it hurts, he's gone-No, he's gone,” you thrashed in Colossus’s hands, not hearing the words he was grumbling. You tried ripping your hands from his grasp but stilled when you felt a canceling collar snap around your neck.

The world changed and you slumped, staring ahead of you, finally processing the words that you were hearing.

“If your mind keeps getting caught up, [Name], we are going to have to keep the collar on you. You can't be present otherwise. You're loosing control.” You shifted to look at Collosus and Ellie behind You.

“I,” your brain calmed down but you had to take time to find your words. “I'm sorry. What happened?” Your now free hands felt at the collar around your neck and you paled, snaping your whole body around to look at the destruction you caused. The wall behind you was charred black with an outline matching your body. Colossus frowned.

“You've lost your mind again, and you're hurting yourself, too.” He motioned towards you arm and you looked at the skin that you tore. The skin with Logan's real name. The pigmentation ran down, as deep as the skin existed, bit parts of it were marred and scabbing over with rash-looking scrapes.

“It was hurting,” you murmured. “I don't know what happened it was just hurting, it was itching. I wanted it to stop.” You sounded confused, and Colossus's look softened.

“You need therapy. You need to return to work on the team, to give yourself an outlet.” Your lips pursed as you looked towards him. Ellie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“It is a good stress reliever.”

“I haven't worked since he left,” you mumbled. “Since he ran away with the professor. I don't know if I can control them now, and without the professor to shut me down?” you watched the scabs heal and flake off, the dead skin falling into your lap. Your arm looked as pristine as it was before, as if it was never marred by your anxiety riddled fingers.

“I will just gently knock you out,” Colossus put out his palm and degenerated by gently putting his fist into to, imitating a much gentle version of his punch. “No trouble, no pain.” You swallowed.

“I'm intimidated by what could happen.”

Distantly, Yukio’s cheerful voice rung through the halls as she skipped towards the group. She was waving Ellie’s phone back and fourth above her head.

“Wade texted, Althea and him are having a picnic. They want us to come!” Ellie moved, removing her hand from her shoulder and opening her arms for her girlfriend. She asked Yukio if she wanted to go and Colossus leaned, looming over you.

“We go to that picnic. Getting out is good for you, no?” You blew a hor breath out your lips, grimacing.

You’d just arrived at the park with the girls. Your signature look was on, a basic pair of black shoes, khaki pants, and a random long-sleeve shirt underneath Logan’s old jacket he'd left behind. You were talking with them about the latest season on Botox Baby, one that they'd yet to see. They were eagerly absorbing what you had to say, relishing in the fact that one of the twins had received her third round of lip filler.

“oh my GOD look at you guys,” Wade squealed. He cherrily clapped his hands and he kicked his feet out onto the massive blanket under him. You wrinkled your nose as his bare feet, cursing him for not wearing his socks that were stuffed into his crocks.

You looked at him and noticed that Logan, Laura, and the dog were further in the grass playing fetch behind him. You focused your attention on Althea.

“Al,” you separated from the girls as they beelined towards the pink-pajama clad man. “How are you doing?” She was sitting neatly under a tree. Her face was shockingly bitchish, more than usual. Her glasses sat on her nose as she held her face up towards the sun.

“Oh, [Name], dear. You have no clue. I've run outta crack trying to deal with the loud mouth fighting with silent and broody. They are driving me up the wall and I'm ‘bout ready to sting them from a ceiling’ beam and dry ‘em like bacon.” You snorted.

“So they've been home two days and you're already done with them?”

“Oh HELL yes, I CANNOT keep dealing with them keepin’ me up at night. That surely little girl been sleepin’ in the room with me but thoes two keep going at it in the living room. I went out there this morning and it smelled like enough blood that an elephant was slaughtered on the carpet. I swear, that stain will never come out, n I can't even see it!” You cringed at the imagery on a hanging elephant.

“That… isn't pleasant sounding.” She nodded her head in agreement.

“What about you, baby girl? I can practically smell the blood underneath your fingernails. She waved a finger in the air. “You're not back to work are ya?” furiously shaking your head you mumbled. “No, I just had a little incident at home. I guess I forgot to wash my hands. Colossus wants me to go back to work though.”

You cocked you head to the side as heavy footballs padded your way. Logan was walking towards you. You sucked in a breat and a fire of anxiety settled in your belly. Your throat suddenly burned and shifted away from him, hardly noticeable, but enough to help you conceal your inner turmoil. It was like putting your back to him, as if you were making a wall to keep him at a distance, safe for your heart. He knelt down next to you and Althea and cleared his throat. Al’s hand jutted out and jabbed towards him, but he was just out of her reach.

“You scared the fuck outta me, Logan. Why don't ‘chu wear a bell or somethin’?” a tiny, nearly invisible smile quirked on the aides of his lips.

“Sorry, Al.” He turned his attention towards you. “You're [Name], yeah?” you side-eyed him and swallowed thickly. “I know Wade kinda Introduced me last night but Im’m Logan.”

“I know who you are,” you muttered. “You don't have to talk to me. He sucked on his teeth and then took a deep nose breath. “I know I don't have to. I want to,” he cast his look down to the grass thinking about something. You turned sour, your anxiety peaking.

“Sorry, ‘m not in the mood.” Your looked away thing your face away from him. You didn't want him to see it, incase he could see your tell. Logan always told you that he could tell the way you felt, just by looking at you. You wondered if he could, or if he did imagine your face when he abandoned you the year before his death. You wondered if he knew your heart would break when he took the professor, but not his wife.

Logan could smell The sour emotions reeking out of you. He felt heated, and angry with Wade that he'd even suggest him coming to talk to you. Before you died in his world, you were about to get married. It was only a week away. He just wanted To get wasted. He had a nasty fight with you and came back to a dead body. He never got to make things right, and Wade talked about you as if you'd jump into his arms with just the chance to talk to him.

He swallowed And took the defeat. Be wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Not in this universe. He's just grateful that you're alive. He pushed himself up and turned, walking away. He didn't want to push you to talk to him, and by the smell of your emotions, you were to far into your mind to talk, anyways.

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[godbirdart]

Looking at your recent commissions, those backgrounds are soo pretty!! Do you have any tips for backgrounds? I always struggle with them :>

aAA many many thanks!!

backgrounds can absolutely be a struggle but they don't have to be! they just require a little more creative planning~!

whether it be a commission or a personal drawing, if I'm building an elaborate art piece i focus on establishing the background First.

the background is the stage for your character! planning the background first will make it easier to tailor the character's actions and how they interact with the environment around them.

planning the background first can be the difference between your character standing awkwardly front and center with the setting going on behind them, or actually participating in their environment.

if i'm super stumped for background ideas, i browse stock image sites to get inspiration. sometimes it helps to doodle on an image to generate some ideas - kinda like you're playing with JPEGs like dolls.

that said - while i'm pinpointing WHAT i want to draw, i keep the ideas loose. i don't want to focus on the itty-bitty details until i've got the overall aesthetic and layout in mind, as i might get inspired to add something in later!

THUMBNAILING

if you're planning a big piece it can be helpful to break it down into something bite-sized before you go all in and start lining or painting. these are "thumbnails" - fast little sketches that establish the scene in a way that doesn't consume a lot of time or effort. it's also great as a little perspective exercise as a treat.

here i decided i want to draw a character walking home in a back alley street. with these photo references in mind, i can plan a layout and how the character will act in the scene. is this a candid shot? are they posing cutely? are they looking down at us in a tense way? there are many ideas to be had!

after you've chosen the layout / vibe for your idea, you can scale up your thumbnail to your preferred canvas size and start fleshing out the details. be sure to keep referring to your reference images to get additional ideas, such as storefronts, items, props etc!

3D MODELS

If you're trying to create a unique environment that photo references simply cannot help you visualize, 3D models exist! This gives you that ability to rotate / scale things for better visualization. Clip Studio has a vast catalogue of 3D models to download For Free that you can fiddle around with. i know there are many 3D builder sites out there as well, though i've never made use of them so i'm afraid i cannot recommend any off the top of my head. hell, you can even use the Sims game to design a setting and go from there!

also if anyone is going to come into my house and say 3D models are cheating: they are not. using a 3D model to better grasp an angle or get a better idea for perspective is not cheating. using 3D models to help plan the environment in your art is not cheating. they are no different than brushes; these are tools made to HELP YOU. use them!

PERSPECTIVE

perspective and angles can make a HUGE difference in the art piece. there's nothing wrong with static long shots! if that's what you want to draw, do it!! there's no right and wrong here!

but if you're finding your work to be a little robotic and stiff, slap an angle in there. consider an overhead view. these same techniques are applied to photography and film! nothing wrong with wide shots, but every once in a while it can help to throw in a dutch angle.

if there is one note i'd like to leave off on, it's that your backgrounds do not have to be 100% accurate-to-life to be Good. unless realism is something you're really striving for in your style, don't feel compelled to nitpick every brick and leaf in your art. us artists can tend to over-prune our work until our art looks a little bare and soulless. flaws can give your work character, and that's often a lot more appealing than how accurate the scale ratio between background building A and building B are [again, unless you WANT to go for that realistic look then you can fuss over those details all you like].

i hope this helped a little! MY APOLOGIES FOR MAKING IT SO LONG AH

[ginnyluvstimmy]

strange initiative ( willy wonka x f.reader) +18

Sorry for any grammatical errors, I will check everything asap :)

Enjoy the reading!

( where willy wonka wants to be more intimate with you but doesn't even know where to start )

You and Willy had been engaged for a long time now.

Support him in every way possible so he could open his dream shop and sell the best chocolate ever made, but lately it was exhausting him beyond all limits.

You wanted to make him relax, you knew you had to make him relax, but he...he wasn't the type for physical contact.

Or rather, it is more correct to say that hugs, pinches and caresses were his specialty, even kisses, sometimes, but never more than that.

He was innocent, clueless and awkward when it came to sex, and even if you never broached the topic, which would end up with him dying of embarrassment and you laughing heartily, you knew well that he would not cross that line.

That suited you fine.

You were much more experienced than him, you had already had other relationships and on the one hand you were happy that he wasn't the guy to take you to bed every night, but lately you've been driven by the desire to find out how his big and delicate hands would caress your hips with possession, draw circles on your thighs with excitement or perhaps much more...

You knew his hands were capable of things girls would just dream of, but he used his manual agility to package and churn out chocolate from morning to night.

Well, maybe luck turned on your side that evening, to your surprise.

You were on the bed when the handle moved and the door creaked a little.

Your boyfriend mumbled a hello and smiled, his cheeks a dark shade of red.

He set down his chocolate bag on your table near the entrance and started fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N, are you tired?" Asked he.

"Not really, why? You want the usual cuddles?" You giggled.

He nods as he finally removes the button from his collar. He lets his shirt fall to the floor. He tries to look smooth but he looks awkward as he stands there without a shirt.

His body was still perfectly proportioned, fit, but the contrast with his face was lethal.

"Can we try something new today, babe?"

You didn't understand where he was going.

His brown hat was now hanging on the coat rack, and his dark chocolate curls were swept back, gifting him almost a sensual look, which didn't suit him.

"Ok, sure..." You finally managed.

He gulps down a deep breath then slowly came towards the bed. Willy sat down beside you, taking your hand and pulling you so you could lay beside him.

He put his hand on your waist and brought you close. With his other hand, he started lifting your loose pajama t-shirt to take it off.

"Willy...what are you-"

He gave you a shy smile. You noticed that he’s nervous, he’s shaking. He can barely keep his eyes open and he can’t speak. He managed to get your t-shirt off and stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, obviously staring at your breasts.

He realized at that moment that he really was innocent. You were going to be his first.

"Baby...that's so sweet" You chuckled, getting on top of him as he threw your t-shirt on the floor.

"Are you panicked?" You slowly caressed his curls, feeling the curly silk flow through your hands.

Your boyfriend let out a small muffled sound and nodded. He kept his eyes shut tight as you caressed his curls and his cheeks went even redder. He was terrified and embarrassed but he has this sense of relief that he gets to experience this with you, someone who actually cared for him and loved all his insecurities.

"We're not forced to do it" You whispered.

Silence.

"But...every guy does it and...I have kept you waiting for so long"

Your eyes almost got teary at his words...

He kept a grip on you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. He buries his face into the crook of your neck because he couldn't bear to look at you in the eyes.

"I-I'm nervous," he stuttered, his lips brushing against your skin. "W-what if i mess it up?" his breath hitched, he was trying to stay calm.

"No baby, you won't mess this up"

You could hear him taking a big breath, slowing down his breath.

"Ok, I'm ready"

A shaky smile animating the lips you adored.

"Good boy" You smirked a little, unzipping his beige-green trousers.

Suddenly Willy dropped his head onto the pillow, his chest rising in time with his frantic heartbeat.

You already felt halfway there.

"It's ok Willy, I'm with you. If you need me to stop, just tell me"

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Just tell me...will it hurt?"

"It depends. Usually it does, if it's the first time, but it lasts for a few minutes"

"Thank you..."

You pulled him close to you and tried to keep the anxiety away. You felt it was your duty to make this as comfortable as possible.

Then you kissed him. Slowly. He blushed with embarrassment.

His lips opened softly beneath yours, allowing you to taste him calmly and thoroughly. Suddenly, his hot tongue invaded you and projected your senses into a languid and boiling dimension, which took away your ability to breathe.

His lips felt like silk and tasted chocolate-like, a complete ecstasy that came from the other world...

Willy Wonka kissed like a god. He moved his mouth with an insecurity and carnality that made your blood tremble at its contrast.

He had never kissed you like that.

"I want to hear you" He murmured, pressing his lips to your ear and then biting the lobe.

"I want to touch you"

You almost had a heart attack. His voice vibrated in your bones until it took your breath away.

Raspy and pushing.

It felt like seeing another guy, who wasn't your shy and crazy inventor boyfriend.

You realized that maybe, all this time, he had just been keeping his perverted fantasies aside, looking for the right opportunity.

Your own thought excited you.

His hands on you and all your clothes were gone now.

When he pushed his tongue into your mouth again you exploded.

You put your hands in his hair and complied with him with an almost desperate emphasis. Your body was burning alive.

You had never felt those sensations before, and they were devastating.

His fingers gripped and trailed up in a trail of shivers to your buttocks. He took them in their hands and squeezed them with possession. He turned your head and your heart pounded in your throat.

You didn't even realise it but now he was the one on top, maybe already for a while.

Now you could finally see it. That need.

It was inside his eyes.

And it was screaming your name.

"Y/N...Y/N I really want to go further..."

"Then do it baby, do anything your body wishes"

After an initial moment of amazement, he gave you a cheeky smile that exuded virility and perversion at the time.

He took off his boxers, sat on his heels and places you astride him. The sight of his erection made you tremble and swallow at the same time.

Your faces were aligned and Willy squeezed your pelvis with his hand. With the other he held it and begins to rub it slowly on your slit, teasing it with your juices and making you shiver with pleasure. Feeling it skin on skin made you on fire. The same fire that burns in his dilated pupils.

"It's all yours baby"

You didn't know if he was asking you to continue because, manually, he was incapable; but the instinct that led him to all of that was terrifying.

He was a completely different person in bed.

Maybe because of some of his new last minute creations? Any chocolates that he didn't let you try?

You chuckled.

"Are you still sure?"

You came back from your trance, barely realising he had asked you something.

You just nodded back, smiling.

Now the caring boy seemed to be back but no, because he had already slammed you against the mattress, returning on top of you.

With a sharp thrust that moves you a few centimeters, he penetrated you, drawing a cry of pain and pleasure at the same time.

It was unexpected, powerful and invasive. Yet, feeling him inside of you was the most beautiful feeling you've ever felt in your entire life. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your own lips together, while he stopped and gave you a moment to get used to his size. When the initial burning had faded, you lift your hips and urged him to continue. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart. He came out slowly and entered you again with more force, making you scream.

"Is this the right way? Did I do something wrong-"

He was panicked when you shouted.

"N-n...no...baby, j-just keep going love-"

Pervaded by a wild complacency, he continued to move relentlessly in and out. Harder.

Faster. Making you moan with each thrust.

You indulged him, unable to control yourself. You passed your hands over his chest, moving down onto his contracted abs covered in beads of sweat.

You worshipped him, as if you had a God in your hands, while he slammed you onto the mattress with incredible but gentle force.

He grabbed your hips and with a single move made you turn your back, a small cry of amazement escaped you.

You were kinda proud of him, he didn't even need instructions for the use of your body.

"Is it ok baby...? Can I do it?"

You just nodded.

There was a very tender contrast between the kindness and innocence of his requests for permission and the wild aggression of his gestures that stunned you.

You found yourself with your cheek against the pillow and your pelvis raised to the height of his sensitive spot. With one hand he grabbed your buttock, he placed the other on the back of your neck to keep you still. You felt dizzy and hot.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail and rolled it into his tight fist. With a jerk, he forces you to tilt your head, taking your breath away, as he moves against your opening.

He gave you an overwhelming thrust that made you arch your back.

You twitched your toes.

You rolled your eyes upwards, overwhelmed by a mixture of extraordinary sensations.

You followed his movements and he, pleased on an unimaginable level, tightened his grip on your hips. He bit your shoulders, your neck, every piece of skin possible.

Willy reaches down between your legs with one hand and stimulated your clitoris, intensifying the pangs of pleasure.

My God. You could die...

You didn't know what that guy was capable of...

And no, he wasn't Willy Wonka anymore, but whoever else he was, you loved him.

"W-...Willy...I really need to come..."

"Uh? What does that mean babe?"

You arched your back and tried to find the words.

You still loved his innocence.

"You know...to let go and..."

"Oh, got it my love"

He turns you around, crushing beneath you. With your eyes closed, you wrap your legs around his hips and push your heels against his buttocks. Your smells mix, your bodies merge. This position made everything so intimate...

"Can I still go in one last time?"

Something about the way he asked sounded almost childish and needy.

You nodded, caressing his cheek.

The chocolate maker contracted his muscles and penetrated you with more force. You screamed and lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

You held his waist with shaking knees. You were exhausted, exposed...too much...

You held onto his shoulders until you exploded, for the first time with his name on your mouth, just like in your wet dreams he didn't know about...

Soon his body tensed, his biceps muscles flex, as he is shaken from the orgasm.

Willy looked at the dirty bed sheets like something foreign, different.

"Babe...what is it? Did I hurt you? Did-"

His eyes focused on the white substance.

"No love, it means we both enjoyed it"

His curls between your fingers.

"Mmmh...I see" He exclaimed breathlessly, collapsing on top of you with his face in the crook of your neck. You felt like the earth was shaking, or maybe it's just you doing it.

Or Willy.

You didn't know.

You held onto him tightly, holding him in the warmest, most comfortable hug you've always wanted to give him in bed, after your session.

You would like to thank him... but you didn't have the strength to say it, because you both fall into a deep sleep.

You would have thanked him the next day, perhaps with a second round, and he would have thanked you with his best chocolate ever baked.

You loved Willy more than anything...

Your mysterious, shy and perverted William Wonka.

[killuintense]

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, final part | isn't necessary to read it to understand this second part.

summary: the weeks had passed and Leon and you each time had more affectionate and... particular touches.

note: 3.2k words, fluff, comfort, smut, handjob, blowjob, oral (m!receiving), throatfucking, pulling hair, praising, soft dom and a little of perv Leon.

note: while i was writing this i was really thinking if i should do a third part but i don't know, i'm undecided, i don't want to drag it out unnecessarily but i love writing it T.T I hope you really enjoy it, comments and reblogs are always welcome!! ♡

Leon's thoughts these last weeks were an endless banquet. He was trying to sort out his thoughts and to understand these particular feelings, especially since he was already an adult and couldn't be feeling like a teenager when he was 21 years old. But simply the interactions with you had become somehow... particular.

Inevitably, seeing each other often and having to accompany you to college or to specific places where your father asked Leon to approach you had made the two of you closer. But that didn't mean you had to become more affectionate with each other, and yet there you were, giving each other glances from afar in the office, gently brushing against each other as you passed each other's desks, joking more with each other than with any other intern in the police department. And that's because Leon started out seeing you as a beautiful young woman, as that fresh breeze he so desperately needed and, don't get him wrong, he still was, but now every time he saw you besides that he felt tingly, his fingertips restless to want to touch you, to want to walk along the curve of your hips to your waist. Sometimes he surprised himself by not being able to take his eyes off that shirt that was slightly transparent, revealing the lace bra that you happened to have put on that day he had to spend all day locked up in the office doing paperwork. Even you yourself sometimes caught him looking at you as if you were a candy that they were not allowed to eat, or even desire.

For Leon it was certainly quite new to feel this way, desiring another person had not been in his plans since his youth had been so traumatic, and even when he had made the effort to have a partner, it had all been very awkward and weird. So, with those feelings on top, he sometimes felt guilty for looking at you so morbidly, as if inside you didn't flutter every time that police officer had to make an effort to get back to work so he wouldn't keep getting distracted by your innocent cleavage or your tight pants which, for some reason, you let show more when you bent down to pick up something you dropped. Not at all intentional.

You enjoyed a little -too much- pushing him to the limit, or seeing what his next reaction would be. And even though Leon was quite bashful and shy, bordering on awkward, he would sometimes surprise you when he would unconsciously make suggestive jokes or touch you almost without realizing it. And lately those interactions were becoming more and more frequent.

"Today you seem to have a different hairstyle, do you want to conquer a boy in your university perhaps?" he joked, while he took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee for you and fiddled with a loose strand of your hairstyle; it was nothing new or particular, but that man seemed to see with dazzling eyes even the most ordinary thing in you. That day you had stopped by his desk to leave him some coffee, and apparently he took advantage of the fact that there weren't many officers hanging around the office to get up from his chair and stretch a bit. Although it was just an excuse to see you better.

"From college? Do you think there aren't hot cops here?" you played along and laughed as you denied "Actually that's the hairstyle I wear almost every day, rookie" you raised an eyebrow and gently pulled him closer, crossing your arms across your chest as you gave him a gentle swat on his arm with amusement. You felt your breath fail you every time you were close to him and he seemed to stop being so shy, and the fact that he was rarely so bold made you want him more and more, wanting to get his attention in every possible way caused a relentless heat in your chest and other parts of your body. More than one you wanted the blond in front of you to touch them.

Every week felt like you were getting more and more affectionate, as if every time they passed the need to get a little closer and feel a little more unbearable. Like the time you had approached him to hand him some papers that as a favor your father had given you for Leon, and he had rested his hand absentmindedly on your waist giving you a light squeeze, saying 'Thank you'. It had warmed you up in a way to see him so focused on his work and that without thinking twice, his first reaction would have been to grab your waist in such a possessive way. What you ignored, as you soon went about your business, was that Leon became aware of your movements and was now as red as a tomato, his hand still tingling from having touched you in that way. You also sometimes found yourself running your hands over his shoulders and massaging him 'friendly' feeling how his hardened muscles under your touch relaxed little by little, and he sighed with pleasure. Oh, God, so many scenarios.

Sometimes you felt like a pervert with poor Leon, as if you were going to corrupt that good boy behavior he had, the full-fledged cop who sought to protect everyone. You liked to imagine him in scenarios totally unsuitable for him. Pushing you up against his desk when it was just the two of you in the office, imprisoning himself inside you without caring if anyone came in and saw you. Would he ever do it? Did he even see you that way? Anyway, you were still content with his little touches and whispers in your ear while you were in the break room.

"Seriously" both of you sharing complicated giggles. He was gently caressing your hand and you were denying; it was such an obvious but intimate flirtation between the two of you "You should come patrol with me, you know? I look very professional doing it" he gave a look of superiority that you swore was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your whole fucking sight. You wanted to devour him.

"Leon, you'd be distracted, you always make dumb jokes when you're together" you scolded him and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, caressing slight abstract shapes on your skin as he shrugged, downplaying it.

"I can handle that" he spoke, taking a sip of his coffee, which he swallowed quickly as soon as he seemed to remember something "In fact, when I was in the police academy they gave me a course on how to patrol having sweet spoiled little girls as co-pilot" he stated, earning a bump on his pelvis with your hip, unsettling him a bit as he staggered back, laughing even more.

"You're unbearable, Kennedy" you snorted, laughing as you saw that he kept looking at you, smiling mockingly but with that look of sweetness in his eyes, knowing that he was saying all those things to see you smile; because only your smile could undo all the bad in his day. Although, you thought it would be fun to leave him a little souvenir of you for bothering him "Anyway, I have to get on with my thing. See you, Leon" before walking away you left a little kiss on his neck, since it was the closest you had without having to stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek, because of the height difference. You surprised him, yes, but he remembered you even more at the end of the day, when he was taking off his suit in the locker area.

"Roookie, you look like you've been having fun lately, don't you?" one of his buddies said to him as he finished putting his uniform away in the locker corresponding to him. Several other cadets came over to see what he was referring to while Leon looked on in confusion as they laughed pointing at his neck. As soon as he saw himself in the nearest mirror he could see the mark of a kiss made with carmesi lipstick. The same one that you always wore; but that only Leon noticed when he saw you so close. Was he serious? He had been walking around all day with a kiss of yours marked on his skin. You were really terrible, spoiled and defiant.

Yes, she had to put up with a couple of teasing but... she had to admit that she seriously thought about not removing the mark from her neck. However, he didn't want your father to banish him from his post forever. Although for you and your sweet mouth on his neck he would think about it as many times as necessary.

That day was one like any other for Leon, he got up early in the morning, took a quick shower and ate what breakfast he had time for before rushing off to the police station in his Jeep, arriving after ten minutes. He was a little disappointed not to see you glued to your books like every morning, reading text after text with a frown and a pencil glued to your lips with interest, deciphering every sentence you came across. With some laziness for not having your jokes and comments so early in the morning, she went to the locker room to put on her uniform and start with the paperwork once and for all.

His day continued to be boring, and he thought patrol time would be just as monotonous as usual until he spotted you across the street, as beautiful as ever. You were talking to what appeared to be a classmate from your college; you were wearing a short but straight skirt, clinging to your curves along with a tight but long-sleeved T-shirt with a high neck, leaving to the imagination as it clung suggestively to your chest. His gaze went down to your legs, his eyes wandered over your thighs, he wanted to squeeze them and sink into them, bite into them; these were covered by full, thin but dark stockings and brown mid-calf boots. Everything looked so good on you, so elegant but sensual at the same time. Almost felt the need to be able to look at you and proudly say 'Yes, that girl over there is mine'.

"Leon?" your soft voice mixed with a little giggle brought him out of his thoughts, you were tapping on the glass of the patrol car, waving with a wave of your hand while smiling with surprise as you confirmed that it was Leon. He opened the door of the vehicle and let you in.

"Hey, what were you doing here?" he asked almost immediately, an overprotective tone was present since it was quite common that that area was quite dangerous and far from your university "You know it's not safe" he almost scolded, but you ignored him leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as a greeting as it was customary between you. However, what that meant was that every time you did so Leon's tongue seemed to get tongue-tied.

"Damn, you're serious about police work with me, you know?" you laughed. "But relax, I just had to get together with a partner for work, officer, no big deal..." you tugged one of his blond hairs playfully, listening to the soft sigh from his lips, giving up on you. He continued driving while he asked you about your day, and warned you that as soon as the patrol was over he would catch up with you at the station or your house "In fact... you owed me the ride" you said playfully "You know, you should put into practice what they taught you at the academy, patrolling with a spoiled girl as a co-pilot" you reminded him, and Leon let out a soft laugh, denying.

"Luckily I passed that test so I've got it covered, pretty girl" his gaze stayed on the road, one of his hands glued to the steering wheel and the other maneuvering the gearshift, braking on the side as he scanned the sides, checking to make sure there was nothing strange or out of place around the area. He was about to resume the ride when he felt your hand gently squeeze his thigh, causing him to look at you somewhat nervously. "Why...?" the words caught in his throat and he had to swallow as best he could to keep from choking, as you were getting higher and higher and he was not a person with much self-control over the natural reactions his body could have.

"Because I missed you... yesterday and today we almost didn't get to see each other" you weren't playing when you said that, and the soft pout on your lips melted Leon, sending a pang to the tip of his dick, making him like a hormonal teenager become fully hard in a matter of seconds. He was so embarrassed, he could feel the wetness of the precum staining his underwear and if he kept it up, feeling your hand squeezing his hard cock, it would eventually stain his uniform. "Leon... can I...?" the need in your voice, saying that almost like a pleading moan. Leon would die right then and there, and he thought about telling you no, he didn't want to put you in that situation but he was so horny and needy for you and your mouth that he nodded with pathetic quickness.

"Y-yes... ah... fuck" he hissed as your fingers quickly unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips helping you pull down his underwear and his cock slapped against his abdomen as you brought your face dangerously close to his dripping, weeping head. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your ears sweetened with the gasps he let out so desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth with your throat squeezing him so that you learned every fucking vein on his dick desperate for you. "Please don't punish me like that..... Oh, shit" he moaned throwing his head back, sinking his hair into the headboard. You had run your tongue outlining his hot, dripping shaft, your saliva leaving a hot trail as you eagerly collected his wetness.

"I didn't know you were so big, with that innocent little face of yours, you keep such a big cock" you whispered into his tip, and he in a spasm lifted his pelvis, causing his head to brush your lips. Your hands traveled from his thighs to his phallus, squeezing it to create friction as you moved up and down nonchalantly, making a torturous, slow dance. You wanted to know what he would do to make you take him in your mouth, you wanted to make him desperate to fuck the inside of your mouth as if his life depended on it. But you knew he was trying hard not to cum right there; so sensitive.

"For God's sake, I'm going to explode, just... just suck it all at once" his voice became a little harsh, and you were already feeling so wet and throbbing. But your boy was waiting for you so you giggled and took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking with desire and devotion. It felt warm and somewhat salty, slippery but at the same time sticky and Leon's hand traveled to your hair 'Wow.... Pretty desperate' you thought, and that thought triggered a smoldering need to keep driving him to the edge of driving him crazy. So without making him wait any longer you shoved as much as you could into your mouth, getting used to the size because, shit, Leon sure was thick. He squeezed your hair and stretched it gently, moaning sharply as he rammed into your mouth for the first time. Your legs turned to jelly and you trembled, lowered and raised your head as you settled his cock in your throat making it as deep as possible so it would go all the way in, squeezing you around it. Obscene noises and moans from both of you graced the patrol car that Leon was thankful was armored. "God, your mouth, fuck, so good, you suck me so good" he moaned, not even thinking about what he was saying, raising and lowering his hips carelessly as he plunged your head deeper to get deeper. He delighted in your moans and choked sounds trying not to drown you out, or let out tears at how full your mouth felt. Your nose gently brushed against his pubic hair, just as blond as everything else on him; it made you drunk, it made you wetter and wetter.

"Mhm!" you moaned, your mouth being fucked by Leon's desperation and excitement over and over again. Each time he moaned and rammed more sloppily and hearing you squeal low was enough to make him want to push you away so he could finish the job of masturbating himself. Yet you denied, sucking on his veins, cupping his glans on your cheek, doing a thousand and one things with his juicy cock that you had fantasized nights and nights about sucking while you masturbated without any qualms. You felt him stiffen and curse and before you knew it you were having Leon's seed in your throat. It was hot, thick, plentiful; it filled your mouth and escaped from the corner of your lips and you commanded it so well that the blond felt like he was going to pass out, letting out an errant spasm. You swallowed it all with pride, pride that came from having made that hot blond -which caused all your friends to ask you for his phone number-, have probably the biggest orgasm of his life just from your mouth. He even tried to speak, but the words didn't come out coherently, apologizing to you for cumming so fast, thanking you for sucking him so well. "Shh... it's okay, babe" you stroked his cheek and wiped the corner of your lips. Leon avoided looking at you so he wouldn't get hard again.

With your help he adjusted his pants and before he could speak again you were kissing, now with sweetness and curiosity. Both of you exploring each other for the first time, him feeling his own taste in your mouth and you feeling his mouth so warm and wet. "I..." he sighed as they pulled away for air, leaving a wet kiss on your neck "I promise to return the favor, I really do" he spoke as best he could and you laughed. His hands squeezed and pampered your body as if it was the last time he was going to touch you. You stroked his hair and he settled into your chest, inhaling that sweet scent you gave off.

"I'll take your word for it, Kennedy."

[insidethejob]

hi /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ if your requests are open you could do one about brett and prompt 42

Prompt 42: “You want me to fuck you..? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?”

Welp, I Guess I'm Stuck

Yandere! Brett Hand x Fem! Reader Tw: NSFW [No actual Smut], Drunk! Reader, Dubious-Consent 🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk

Brett felt his stomach tighten as your hands roamed his body. You were giggling and whispering in his ear. Brett knew you were drunk, but it was hard to hold himself together.

"I love you in your suit, but god you look so good in normal clothes."

He laughs, trying to avoid the awkwardness. "You look good, too, Y/n."

You push his hair back, before playing with a loose strand. Brett could feel his face darken and his hands tighten on his wheel.

"So where are we going, Brett baby?"

"I'm taking you home."

"Aww," You cross your arms, frowning, "I was hoping you'd be more..." You lightly touch his tight, "Interesting."

He slammed the breaks, causing you to fall forward. Your eyes widen as you bang your head on the dashboard. Brett gasps and is quick to grab you and inspect you.

"Oh my god! Y/n are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... Oh my god!" He says as he starts to freak out.

You shake him off, "It's fine Brett... Don't worry about it."

But he does worry about it. The anxiety of you being mad at him takes over his mind. He frowned when pulling up to your home. You sloppily get out, before going to the drivers side.

"Do you want to come in, Brett?"

He looks at his alarm and frowned when seeing the late time. He was going to deny and mention work.

"Please?"

He looked at you, his face red. How could he say no when you're looking at him like that?

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He examined everything in your home. It was so you, and it made him smile.

"Do you want..." You were going to ask him if he wanted something to drink, but your eyes slowly started to droop, and you fell forward. Brett was quick to catch you and laid you on your couch.

You wobbly got up, not being able to keep yourself straight. He sat down by you, to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. You leaned on his shoulder, trying to gain yourself. You giggled to yourself, before looking up at him.

"You're so pretty," You say, rubbing his face. "I want to fuck you."

His body freezes as you lightly grace his neck. You lightly run your tongue on his neck, causing a shiver to run down his back. He leaned into the couch as you move to his lap. You play with his hair and his nails clinging to the seat cushions.

You remove your shirt and Brett looks away, trying not to feed into his boner. Your hands were all around him and he could feel his body flush. You stopped, confusing him, and he finally looked at you.

You look up at him, tears gracing your eye, "Do you want to do this?"

Brett could feel a knot in his throat. You could do whatever you wanted to him. He took a deep breath before speaking, "You want me to fuck you..? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me? I would do anything to make you happy."

You blushed fiddling with your hair, "I don't want to overstep-"

"You could use me however you want, Y/n," He grabs your face, pulling you in close, "You can use me like your boy toy."

"Well, you shouldn't say that if you don't mean it, because I might just do it."

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello!!

I'm a bit new to the asking game, but I have a headcanon request! What if the Stardust Crusaders met the daughter of DIO, who had a bright and extremely sweet personality with a stand who has techomagic abilities (able to create advance technology, extended knowledge in technology). I apologize if this doesn't make sense! This would be platonic btw!

— 🧠 Anon!

I think I have a grasp of what to write for this ask finally. Darling is still a child of DIO it’s just that makes my title even wordier than it already is. Decided to do one character per bullet point btw

Platonic! Yandere! Stardust Crusaders w/ a technomagic stand darling.

You’re likely a huge help on the technological/engineering side of things for the crusaders. If you met them right at the start of trying to find DIO. Your first observation is probably akin of “Mr. Joestar you know you probably don’t need to break that expensive camera to use your stand right?”. Before long you have it repaired and ready to go, Joseph is wildly impressed and is quickly endeared to you. There is at least also one instance of him asking about fiddling around with a vending machine (for science of course), to maybe get something a little extra.

Avdol can see the trouble coming with you and Mr. Joestar a mile a way. Your eagerness towards technology is commendable and a little worrying if you get too caught up. Which is pretty often, and Joseph tends to be an enabler when it comes to anything he finds cool. He personally loves it himself but does his best to be your guide. He’s the one to most likely sit next to you in whatever transportation you’re in, it’s almost stifling but you barely notice most likely as you keep yourself entertained. There is quite a few times he does let you “loose” to do your thing, just because he enjoys your company so much.

Kakyoin is a bit more reserved in his reactions, the biggest thing that lures him to you is how well you utilize your stand in much of the technology you all run into. If you happen to bring up games out of boredom, his interest is piqued as you likely explain how you fixed a perfectly good console that was thrown in the trash. You tell him some people just don’t understand there’s things worth saving and there’s usually a fix that perfectly restores it. His feelings deepen when you tell him you believe him with the Death 13 fight. His hands are almost shaking, (In this scenario he is very likely to become a romantic yandere pretty quickly)

Polnareff bounces off your personality pretty easily, likes asking you a ton of questions and you manage to answer just about every one of them. He’d just wish you would relax a little bit and enjoy the smallest bit of relaxation (as you can when getting constantly chased by enemy stand users). So he usually nudges you with some kind of treat or even just doing something casually where it doesn’t seem that your brain is running on full power constantly. There’s a dozen times he’s even carrying you up the stairs, you deserve it. You saved his skin so he certainly has to return the favor. (This Frenchman would also be likely to end up a romantic yandere)

Jotaro is one who comes in when things go a little too far, especially if gramps or Polnareff are going what he considers over board, so if he wants to be around you he will find a way to do so. Not that he doesn’t occasionally indulge your tinkering with a little thunk to something with either his strength or Star Platinum’s. He definitely tells you to go to bed when you’re up too late for his liking while on the trip. Don’t ask why or how he got in your room, or even ponder if he was outside of your door guarding you. He can handle himself even if he is a bit hypocritical with some advice. Speaking of he is quick to tell you to lower your use of your stand, keeping it hidden so no potential danger catches everyone off guard. Especially when you’ve helped him out with Wheel of Fortune and Strength. He does let some of his eccentricities out with you and the others when it feels reasonable. But he’s still keeping one eye open at all times when he can.

If anyone’s wondering if there’s any worry about you being the daughter of DIO, I’d like to think Avdol was the one to keep an eye on you for trustworthiness before anything happened. (Even if none of them knew you were his daughter).

[appleblueberry-pie]

God I'm sorry to ask so much, but I really love how you write, I could request a yandere Geto where I would have believed that his beloved returned his feelings, but in reality she was interested in Gojo and vice versa, I want to see Geto desperate 😔

You fiddled with your skirt, watching Suguru slowly unravel before your eyes. His once soft smile was one that seemed a little tighter in the corners, a little more forced, his veins showing in his neck and arms. He was stressed out, scratching his scalp and constantly running his fingers through his loose hairs as he laughs at the concerning things slipping out of his own mouth in an attempt to self-soothe.

You avoided his eyes, knowing he'd only try to get at you more that way. Sadly, this was the way he had to find out that you and Satoru were secretly into each other. And unfortunately, this is how you had to find out he had a fat ass crush on you ever since you two both met.

"I personally don't see it." He tries to shoot down his friend, maybe you'll understand then. But it's only making you more nervous as you close your eyes, silently wishing this will be over soon. Being alone with him in your dorm was suddenly the worst thing to ever happen. "But, it makes sense, considering he's always been better than everyone else. Always fucking has been." You almost flinch at him cussing and shift yourself to face away from him, which makes him scoot closer to you. "Like, what made you choose him? Could you please tell me? I just.......I find it hard to understand." He knew why. Satoru is just better. But he really would rather hear the words from your lips instead, just to let the reality settle.

".....Suguru, please don't do this." You softly reply. His jaw clenches as his eyes pierce through the side of your face. Why won't you ever tell him anything? Why do you stay away from him? Is it just him? Has it always been him? Is he just unlovable? You were the best thing to ever happen in his high school life and now he can't have you because his friend always gets first serve, no matter what happens in anyone's life.

"Please."

You look over at Suguru. You watch the veins begin to show on his face, unreleased tension coursing through his veins and in his lungs. His lips were pursed as if he was holding back words that shouldn't ever be spoken into existence out of the depths of his mind. He was too close. Too close to slipping, too close to dragging you down with him, too close to losing everything. All he wanted was you and all you wanted was for him to fucking go. And let it go.

You shake your head and stand up, feeling so damn suffocated in the room. He smoothly stands in your way and gently takes both of your hands, staring down at you pleadingly. "Y/n, don't do this to me. You know i've liked you for this long." "No, I didn't, Suguru." "Okay, but you know I could treat you better than him! Satoru is horrible at relationships. I've seen him toss out three girls in one day, he was juggling them all at once not even a month ago. I don't know why he has interest in you, but he will fucking use you, please believe me."

"That's not funny, Geto. He already told me that story. He said that was last year. Before we met. You're lying. You know I hate when you lie to me." You try to side-step him and he mirrors your movement, keeping you in front of him. "Nononononono, please, wait, listen. Why aren't you listening??" "I've heard enough from you! You're fucking insane. Just let me go. If you don't I'll call him."

Geto's shoulders drop and he sighs. "......no, you won't." "I will. Move."

"......." Geto glances back at the door as if Gojo was there before looking back down at you. He turns around and opens the door himself to leave. "I'll be back later."

How tf do i end this??!?!?!?! I had no clue what to do

[nonranghaes]

heads up! not very inclusive because (fem!)reader is written to have slightly wavy/veryyyy loosely curly hair in this fic :( sorry!! also vague references to sex but 0 depictions of any sort, joshy is just touchy lol

"joshua, oh my god."

ever since you came home from your hair appointment, joshua hasn't stopped touching you. it isn't in any sort of teasing way, trying to goad you into something you definitely do not have time for (you have places to go! things to do! maybe later), but this cute fascination with seeing you with short hair in-person for the first time. you've always been terrible at keeping up with haircuts and whatnot, plus you learned how to take care of the ends a little. for the past almost-year, joshua has seen you with your hair in a ponytail once it grew out enough. and now...

now he won't leave you alone, fingers running through your hair as he giggles to himself. you found a new hairdresser after the miserable last appointment you had (truly, you hate people who are gross about not giving women the short haircut they ask for), and you've finally restored yourself back to the shorter cut you had during undergrad. thank you, people who listen. you owe them your life.

"i can't help it! i've only seen this in pictures," he giggles again, eyes twinkling. "i always wanted to see how it felt. it's cute. you look happier, too."

because you are happier. some people would cry if forced to cut their hair short, and they're fair for that--but you? you've never liked having your hair too long. anytime it started getting past your shoulders was a sign that you were long overdue for a haircut. the ponytail you'd been sporting was just the result of you putting off finding someone new after the last shitty haircut.

"you remind me of jeonghan," he hums. "remember the time he decided to cut his hair?"

you did. joshua went with him because jeonghan wanted someone to record the process, and you saw how giddy jeonghan looked when he was allowed to chop off some of the longer locks. he looked ethereal with longer hair, but you understood that endless glee: sometimes a haircut could be so freeing in a way you couldn't describe. that's what it was like today for you: the moment the lady had started cutting, you felt healed in this way you couldn't fully put into words. like you were yourself again. goodbye, ponytails.

"why don't you go play with his hair, then?"

"maybe i will," joshua chuckles, planting a kiss against your lips. he leans back for a moment, only to reach into his pocket and snap a picture of you, messy-haired due to his endless fiddling. "alright... now i'll fix it for you."

"oh, thank you," you roll your eyes, "i'm so grateful, my handsome hero--"

and so he dives forward instead, pulling you in to kiss you quick.

[raapija]

For the pookie au, how did Nando propose? Were Carlos, Oscar and Lando around for it? Did he discuss it with them? Did they help him plan it? I would love to hear your thoughts

[This turned into a whole thing again, so... You're welcome? 😭]

They're all on a family vacation in somewhere like Greece or a Spanish island and at the beach.

Lance is draped in towels and has a sunhat and shades on. He's lounging under a massive umbrella to try and keep his sensitive Canadian skin from burning in the sun. Everyone else is beautifully golden brown and enjoying the beach and sea.

Fernando stumbles over, bringing Lance a new bottle of cold water and slumps down beside him on the sand.

"Here, cariño." he says while giving the water to Lance, who snakes a hand out from underneath the towels and rests the cold bottle against his chest to cool down.

"The guys seem to be having fun." Lance says and they look over towards the shore, where Carlos, Lando and Oscar are trying to drown each other in the shallow water while manically laughing and scaring the other beach-goers.

"My boys." Fernando says proydly. He then digs a loose piece of dried up seaweed from the sand and starts to fiddle with it.

"Next time we go somewhere like Sweden. Or Antarctica. Somewhere cold." Lance quips and takes a swig from the water bottle, enjoying the coldness going down his throat. Fernando humms and keeps fiddling with the seaweed.

"I'm going to get a heatstroke, then burn to a crisp in the sun and ultimately die and you all look so comfortable." Lance nagged. "I don't get it. Is it the Spanish genes? No, Oscar is Aussie... Or is it hot in Australia, too? I don't fucking know... You're all freaks."

"Here," Fernando interrupted his rant and stretches his hand towards Lance. Lance moves his shades up to see what he is offering. "For you."

"For me? What is this?" Lance asked and studies the tiny seaweed creation Fernando had fabricated. He had somehow managed to weave it into a perfect little loop.

"Will you marry me?" Fernando then asked and Lance snorted, amused at the sudden question. It must be a joke, so he laughed and put the seaweed ring on his left ring finger.

"Wow, this is beautiful." the Canadian said, half impressed that it actually fit and half mockingly because it was so dumb.

"I'm serious, Lance." Fernando said with a little more gravity in his voice. "I want you to marry me."

Lance looked at him, eyes big and in shock. But Fernando's expression didn't crack, he was serious. Lance swallowed and then continued:

"Really?"

"Sí, really."

"Okay..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

Lance was a bit flustered. He hadn't expected this at all. Sure, he and Fernando had been together for a while, but this? Yeah, it was still sudden. He didn't mind it, though.

"Tomorrow we go buy you a nicer one. Gold. A diamond, whatever you want." Fernando smiled and Lance huffed. Fernando would always buy him something super expensive only for Lance to lose it somewhere or wear it once.

"Buy a nice ring for you, how about that?" Lance said. Fernando chuckled and nodded, climbing back up and dusting sand off his legs and butt. He then leaned down once again to plant a big, wet kiss on Lance's lips and ran off back towards his kids. Lance sunk deeper into the towels around him and looked at the seaweed ring.

"Hmm..." he hummed and trailed a careful finger over it. Married. Sure. That could be fun.