#jjba kars x reader

[danddymaro]

Staying In | Kars x Reader

big boy stays with you

Sweet stuff.

Word count: 352

Staying In

Kars watched as you continued to sleep through the night, unperturbed by any of his movements, at an ease he hadn't thought could be possible near someone like him.

-For a prey like you to be so trusting ; there was certainly some sort of amusement there for him to muse over.

But of course, he wasn't too surprised.

You were the exception to many of his doubts, a constant reminder of how beautiful humans could be.

-You were truly a rarity to come across, and he appreciated your very existence, as he did most creatures that basked under the sun.

His large hand lightly ghosted over your head, occasionally petting you with a contemplative sigh as he considered slipping out of your home again.

The illumination of the forgiving moon called out to him as it was the only time he could explore freely. His old friend smiled down at him, luring him, yet he resisted.

You wouldn't be aware, only slightly upset when you saw him again, but too grateful to have him return to dwell in it.

He knew you well enough to know that you wanted more time with him, you were sentimental and needy in that way.

-Not that he minded much.

After all, It's the custom as he's never stayed longer than a few gracious hours. Though, he's been willing to extend that time lately.

You're fortunate to have claimed a part of his heart, a piece that was growing furthumore as time progressed.

"I suppose…" he murmurs as he leans down, his lips pressed to your shoulder as he takes a second longer to consider his options before ultimately deciding to stay.

" These few hours will belong to you," he declares with a touch of gentle delight before it takes him a moment to settle, to try and fit close to your smaller frame as he tests out holding you close, your entire body shifting in silent complience he finds to his favor.

If he were inconsiderate, he'd let out a hearty laugh as you immediately cuddle close to him, clutching his hand to your chest and between your two arms that hold it lovingly.

"My precious little gem," he softly says as he holds you from behind, cocooning you with his larger body and falling waves of plum that gently caress your skin.

"I'll stay with you longer,"

[karskilledme]

NSFW Late Night Visits Kars x Fem!Reader

Kars and (y/n) have a weekly ritual of him coming over to absolutely pound her down. :) 

Warnings: Vaginal sex, Blowjob, sex without love(Kinda), talk of power play(again kinda barely), smoking ciggys.

Words: 1619

Minors DNI! 18+ only or you’ll be cursed for life. NSFW under the cut!

Warm full-bodied smoke filled my lungs, its warmth comforting me as I stared longingly into the night. Friday nights were our nights. It felt like it had been this way forever but in reality it had only been a handful of months. One night, not unsimilar to this one, he had appeared out of thin air and into my life. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he was dangerous, otherworldly. Something about that excited me. A mix up from my usual conservative, safe, and boring life. That man did something to me. Maybe it was his intoxicating aura that drew me in so easily, though his looks certainly didn’t hurt either. His skin was a warm brown, sculpted like fine marble statues, the kind they’d display in some fancy gallery, his eyes were piercing like they could see through you at a cellular level and his turban gave him a mysterious charm.

I shivered at the thought of that body and the way it touched me. Taking one last drag of my cigarette before snubbing it out with a sigh. With a last glance to the stars I turned to retreat to my room before being met with that daydream of a man. He stood leaned against the door frame of my quaint balcony. Arms crossed with his signature shit eating grin. I loved that look, especially when it was peeking up at me from between my thighs.

Returning his grin I spoke, “So you decided to spare me a visit after all?” I moved in closer, trailing my nails along the expanse of his crossed forearms. Despite the nights chill he was warm with life. He uncrossed his arms, straightening up, and cupped my cheek. His hand was almost terrifyingly large as it cradled me. It was no exaggeration that he could crush me in an instant. “I almost didn’t. You should feel lucky little deer.” He cooed, a sickly sweet tone of teasing in his voice. I scoffed and pushed past him, grabbing his hand from my face to pull him behind me.

It wasn’t ever a secret nor was it ever outright stated what he was here for. It was purely primal he had said on his second visit, no feelings attached, and I was fine with that or so I told myself. His body and the way he made me feel was more than enough, if he wasn’t looking for a relationship and I wasn’t either why force it?

Tonight wasn’t unlike any other, that much was quickly made apparent. Now sitting on my bed, his plush lips latched onto my neck, marking me with deep purple hickies I’d have to hide come morning. My hands made themselves busy, undoing his scarf as he worked. I didn’t get to see his hair until perhaps the fourth time he came and boy was I delighted. Hair wasn’t even the right word for his godly mane. It was so soft as my hand raked through it, applying soft pressure to his scalp as he worked little moans and mewls out of me. Kars never kissed me on the lips during our sessions. I wished for his kiss so badly, his lips were so warm and skilled just working on my body, it was hard not to imagine them against my own.

My hands feverishly traveled the expanse of Kars chest, finding their way to the band of his loincloth before quickly discarding of it. I peppered hot kisses down the expanse of his chest as teasingly slow as I could manage, my eyes never leaving his. My lips stopped short just inches from his throbbing member. His eyes spelled out his hunger plain as day while he bit his lip and stared at me. Tantalizingly slow I licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick, stopping to pay special attention to his head when I arrived. My tongue swirled around the blushed red tip, tasting the salt of his already beading precum. Satisfied that it was now sufficiently lubed up I bobbed down, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. Kars tilted his head back with a groan and a mutter of something in another language. I gripped into his thigh with one hand and moved to jerk off the lower portion of his dick with the other. My head bobbed with determination, knowing that if I didn’t do good to help sate him now I wouldn’t be walking in the morning after he was through with me.

Kars was never vulnerable or emotional in the slightest when he came but when his dick was in my mouth and he was completely in my control there was a different side to him. He panted like a needy whore, gripping the bed sheets beside him, or my hair if he was wanting more. It was unlike any other side of him and I loved it. Seeing him unraveled under my touch, knowing that his pleasure was because of my hard work. It was enough to get me sopping by the time it came to sex.

Kars hips thrust up slightly, his tip twitching with the tell tale sign he was close. I let go of his shaft and gripped his balls before fully plunging on his dick. My throat and mouth going into overdrive as I worked to milk him dry of every last drop. Kars moaned out and gripped my hair before holding me down on his dick. His release filled my mouth as I slowed to a stop. Swallowing every last drop, I pulled off with a pop under his grip.

Kars was always quick on the rebound, ready in moments. His strong hands practically flung me up to the top of the bed. Despite not wanting any feelings involved he usually opted for breeding position or some variant of missionary unless he arrived pissed off or especially stressed. His head ran up the slick of my folds, drenching himself in my wetness. It was always daunting to start, being some sort of superhuman led to him having a superhuman sized dick.

Kars began pushing in, “So tight, will you be able to handle me tonight?” He teased. A gasp was all I could muster in response, the feeling of being stretched and filled making it impossible to think. He bottomed out and brought my legs up to his shoulders before perching over me. With barely any time to adjust he began drilling into me. It was impossible for him not to hit my gspot with every thrust since he hit every square inch of me, kissing my cervix with every bottom out. In no time I was a babbling mess. His hair was cloaked around me, his face twisted up ever so slightly while his mouth hung slightly parted. My eyes studied every beautiful inch of the sight above me before it all became too much. It was all I could manage to hold on as my eyes spun with stars and I struggled to catch my breath. Pure pleasure.

The sound of vulgar squelching and soft pants were all that was grounding me. Tingles began in my toes as he rammed in and out of me in a rhythmic bliss. “K-kaaarssss~!” I moaned out, digging my nails into his biceps. He grunted before moving in to grab one of my nipples in his mouth, picking up his pace. “Gonna c-cummm!” I screamed. Warmth flooded me, every point of contact going fuzzy like static on a broken tv, euphoria. Kars remained at his unrelenting pace, quickly bringing me to overstimulation. My body cried out for a break but my needy cunt began its ascent to a second orgasm. My body was lifted slightly as Kars moved his hand to angle my bottom towards him. It was direct strikes now. The new and overwhelming stimulation pushed me to my peak for the second time. Stifled moans spilled out of me as I bit into my own bicep. Kars removed himself from his place on my nipple to watch the sight, his eyes drinking up every inch of my blissed out expression. His pace faltered slightly before he dipped his forehead between my breasts. His panting quickened as I felt his dick begin to throb and pulse inside me. The sudden loss of sensation hollowed me before he spilled out his hot release on my stomach.

Our chests heaved in unison as he stared at the ceiling and I stared at him. No words were exchanged. He was, of course, much quicker to recover and moved off to get a rag for the two of us. Though I had thought I was fine with having no feelings attached I always found myself a little sad as his visits came to an end.

Kars wiped the cum from my tummy before crumpling it into the laundry hamper.

“I can sense that this arrangement won’t be able to continue on. Your pheromones reek of love.” Kars said, sitting back next to me as he fiddled with his loincloth. I shot up from my place in bed, my brain suddenly much clearer.

“W-what? No way Kars! You said no feelings so no feelings, I’m not that dumb.” I protested. Kars turned to meet my eyes with a seriously indiscernible face and narrowed his eyes at me ever so slightly. He turned away and looked at his nails before standing. “I don’t mean I won’t visit anymore. These times together have been very pleasant and have aided greatly in relieving my stress.” He paused and cast me another look “I just think we’ll need to renegotiate our agreement.”.

[rae-pss]

me when jojo's villains.

[cinnbar-bun]

Monster (JoFoes x Reader)

Characters: Dio Brando (PB), Kars, DIO (SDC), Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo, Enrico Pucci, and Funny Valentine (sorry I have not finished JJL yet so no [spoiler])

Prompt: "He's a wolf in disguise / But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."

Summary: Their "love" for you comes in many different, untraditional ways. Some more dangerous than the others.

Rating: Mixture of SFW + NSFW, but please mind the warnings.

Notes: Reader is GN! and no specific body parts are mentioned for them. Spoilers I guess for their plans? Reader is a human in all of them, Reader replaces Shinobu + Hayato's roles, not much NSFW for Pucci's part in all honesty, FV is a widower (no Scarlet involved).

Warnings: Toxic relationships, MAJOR power imbalances for all of them (maybe minus Kira's). Heavy religion mentions for Pucci (although Reader is not specified to be Christian). This isn't soft or lovey-dovey (but I can do one later), so pleaseeeeee do not read if those kinds of topics make you uncomfortable.

Word Count: ~4.5k (kill me I lost my mind writing this)

Read on my AO3 here!

Taglist (if you'd like to be added, fill out the form in my pinned): @adeadcreator @bruabbina @gingernut1314 @over--heaven

Dio Brando (Phantom Blood) 

He most likely was pursuing you long before the mask ever took hold of him. He didn’t do it out of pure love- more likely it was for entertainment and as a chance to hold another thing over Jonathan. 

Dio despises how Jonathan attempts to be friendly with you and often will do what it takes to turn you against the poor guy. 

He doesn’t even know why he is so adamant Jonathan stays away from you, even more so than with anyone else. He feels a possessiveness towards you that cannot be contained or described in words. 

He masks most of his disturbing thoughts and possessiveness for you underneath a facade of charming elegance. He’ll play the part of a picture perfect boyfriend for as long as he needs to. 

But even he has to admit he has trouble holding back all these disgusting feelings for you. You frustrate him in a way few ever have and ever will. 

Despite his haughty attitude over Jonathan and his eagerness to get ahead, Dio is actually grossed out by himself tremendously with you. He recognizes after getting wasted once again that he is just like his bastard of a father, Dario, and it settles in a gross pit in the bottom of his stomach. 

It’s wretched, honestly. While he continuously acts bigger and better than ever to get you to fall further for him, he refuses intimacy or overtly physical gestures. Sharing Dario’s blood with this body makes him sickened at attempting to do anything like that with you. 

Compared to his earlier brazen behavior, when he begins to get possessive and attached to you, he almost retreats and refuses to allow himself the chance at intimacy with you. 

However… once he puts on the mask and rejects his humanity, Dio becomes a whole new wicked beast. 

While he still has sentimental feelings for you, his aggressiveness grows almost tenfold. 

Likes to have you sit on his lap while he strokes your head and monologues about his ideals or shows you horrifying imagery. 

Blood. Lots of blood. 

You’re the only one he attempts to keep alive and refuses to let the others feed off of. If you are to ever be used as sustenance, it is by him and him alone. He gets actively violent against his subordinates if they even think of touching you.

In this stage, he’s more open to intimacy. A bit more, but not at his full peak (we’ll get to that later). 

However, the arousal he has is mostly fueled by his bloodlust and hunger. Feedings of you tend to occur after one of his many minions causes some chaos or he gets word of more destruction and feels a possessive streak. 

He is pretty sensual, taking his time to showcase how much stronger he is, how much better he is now that he has become an undead horror of the night. But that sensuality is still layered with a hint of hunger and obsessiveness towards you that he cannot contain. 

He’s less controlled about his feelings now towards you. His eccentricities make him more likely to just take you randomly at anytime without a care of what is going on around him. And he will verbally tell you them aloud now, enabled by his own inhumanity. 

“I can smell your fear, darling. Your heart is pounding fast… tell me, do you desire something more than this innocent petting, dear?” 

Loves to bite you and leave marks on you. He likes to have his fangs scratch against your skin before he sucks on that spot. His favorite places include your neck but also in more hidden places like your inner thighs. 

Your blood is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He’s addicted to the taste and savors it more than a fine wine. He has to remind himself to take it easy because as much as he loves your taste, you’re still mortal and he has to keep you alive. 

Kars 

As a Pillar Man, he does not think highly of humans like you. You are a mere mortal, and where you belong is below him. Hardly even worth a glance at all. 

But for some reason, despite your status, he found himself protecting you from an encounter with someone trying to rob you late at night. He doesn’t even know why he jumped in to do so, but the look of reverence and awe in your eyes at his display of strength made him… intrigued. 

He doesn’t hold back. He tells you everything, because, really, what are you going to do about it? You couldn’t escape even if you tried. 

And now, you live your life as his human… pet? Partner? Servant? Thing…? 

He’s very unclear about it. Some days he ignores you, and other days he mulls over his thoughts to you while he strokes your head. 

Kars rarely ever gets aroused. He’s not a primitive beast and he’s very focused on his goals. 

But, intellectually, he is curious about how you behave around him. He kind of likes the attention you give him and he recognizes how you’re affected by him physically. 

One thing he’s super proud of? His voice. He knows how his voice can turn you on and drive you mad. He likes to get close to your and have his breath tickle your skin before he whispers words of praise for you doing so well for him. 

“Oh, little one, you’re shivering. Are you afraid? Or are you excited?” 

His favorite thing is to get you incredibly aroused while barely touching you. 

Enjoys you riding his thigh- you look like a wanton little beast who can barely contain themself from him. 

Kars likes you vocal, so that means you better be moaning, groaning, gasping, sobbing, and thanking him loudly. He doesn’t care who hears. If you try to hold your voice back he gets rougher to have you be louder. 

Most of your intimate encounters will be him getting you off in order to humiliate yourself/hear you praise him. But in the few times he does find himself craving your body, be prepared. 

He is huge. That doesn’t need to be stated but he’s big. Muscular. Strong. Tall. And he’s got full control of nearly every fiber of his body. As the perfect being, he knows he’s well-endowed and uses it to his advantage. 

Some days he’s merciful and likes to take his time and prepare you. He’ll coo to you as if you are a mindless little animal (you probably will be after how well he stimulates you) and praise you for taking him so well.

“How precious. Control your breaths, pet. You can’t be this exhausted when we’ve barely begun yet. Now… relax yourself.” 

Other days, he’s merciless and will use you without abandon. His cruelty and dominating nature comes out full force. 

“Hmph, is this how you treat your new god? Beg better, or I’ll stop. You should be grateful I even deign to touch your mortal body.” 

Although he insists he is not affected by your presence or that you are but a toy for him to entertain himself with, if someone were to threaten to harm or take you back (ie. Joseph/Caesar), he will step in and put an end to that foolish thought. 

“It is unwise of you to think that you will take what is mine away from me.” 

DIO (Stardust Crusaders)

A Dio fully in touch with his desires with little remorse or care. This new body of his makes him more confident and lecherous. 

The many ‘victims’ that take up his bedchambers are usually fodder he disposes of quickly. And the ones that are ‘lucky’ enough to escape are very few. 

You happen to be fortunately (or unfortunately) be his favorite. And being Dio’s favorite means many things. 

You get special privileges almost no one else receives. Only you are allowed to caress and touch him so brazenly and easily, and only you can get somewhat mouthy with him. 

He spoils you with fancier foods and drinks to fill you to your heart’s content. While others can argue over scraps, he gives you the opportunity to sit on his lap and feed him. And if he’s feeling nice, he’ll feed you too. 

You also are practically immune to anything, so long as you keep remaining his favorite. If a minion tries something with you? Dead. Someone from the ‘harem’ insults you? Dead. Hell, a bird made too loud of a noise? Dead. He finds it hilarious to inflict damage due to his whims and somewhat twisted obsession with you. 

“Hoh? Does it please you, knowing your lord is willing to go to such lengths to keep you safe? Now, what will you do to showcase how pleased you are?” 

Most people catch on very quickly to stay away from you, lest they face an untimely death. 

But it does mean he expects you to serve his every whim quickly. He’s so demanding with you, annoyingly so, actually, and he does it to mess with you. You’re his favorite but he will still be a joker with you. 

He feeds on you often, but is in enough control to reign himself from taking all your blood. Sometimes he “jokes” that he just wants to drain you dry, but it’s up in the air. 

Dio is pretty selfish in bed. Often he lays back and expects you to ride him, like a good pet should do for their lord. Go on, earn your keep. 

He enjoys clawing at your skin and caressing the scratches he leaves on you later on. 

Is not ashamed of making a public spectacle of you if he feels like it. Get used to him continuing to pound into you while Hol Horse attempts to give him a report update. 

He takes his frustration and anger out on you physically. When he gets news that the Crusaders have foiled another batch of minions, he might go get his violent (and bloody) fill with a few random mortals, then return to you and sternly tell you to get on your knees. The stone cold expression on his face makes the room drop a few degrees and he will not talk much in these sessions. 

Dio likes putting you in difficult situations for the thrill of it. Your reactions are always interesting, solidifying his interest in you. 

He does admit that he’d probably never put you first above his plans (which he seldom talks about except when you two are relaxing after an intense night) and sardonically chuckles that he may enjoy you now, but it can all change if you stop being ‘fun’ for him. 

But when Hol Horse attempts to grab you to threaten Dio, Dio’s face hardens in a way no one has ever seen before, and Hol Horse immediately aborts the plan. You’ve never seen Dio look that terrifying before. 

He doesn’t speak of that event again, instead telling you to return to the room and stay there. 

Expect him to keep him closer and have a tighter grip around you. 

Yoshikage Kira 

Hiding in plain sight has never been so easy for Kira after having his face switched with the poor sucker at Cinderella salon. 

He could lie a bit longer, play pretend as a dutiful husband as this random man whose appearance he has taken. 

He returns home to see you, the partner of the man he just took over, and he knows he’s in for trouble. He’s going to have to not only fend off suspicion from everyone else in town, but especially within his own home. He no longer has a safe space and it frustrates him. 

He has never been in a formal romantic relationship, but he attempts to act ‘normal’, keeping some distance but still ‘polite’. 

You don’t seem to suspect much- or maybe you’re just so happy to see some changes in your former husband- and always like to chat with Kira. At first he finds it dull and grating, despising how you talk about nothing useful. 

But he can’t be too bland, so he’ll respond back. Usually one word responses and the like just to satiate you enough to get him off his back. 

However, you’ll occasionally discuss a topic he is more interested in and then he’ll give you more of his personal opinion on the subject. Kira didn’t expect to find some comfort with having another person to share these discussions with. 

And while he hated the fact his normal schedule before acting as your husband changed, he slowly starts to grow fond of his new routine with you. Waking up and receiving a goodbye kiss before he goes off to work has become his new morning energizer. Coming home to see the table set with you waiting for him makes the nights a bit more pleasant. 

He’ll never really recognize if he enjoys this for real or if he’s doing this to keep up the act of a ‘good husband’. He’ll just let the days continue to go on like this while he loses the others off his back. 

Although, one thing that really took him off guard was your heavy affection and sexual desires for him. You have nice hands, he’ll give you that, but he was so taken aback by your behavior. Apparently, throughout the whole night when you dressed up extra nice for him and made him his favorite meal and were complimenting him and swooning over him- that supposedly meant you wanted to take him to the room for some bed breaking action. 

He honestly was so shocked that this was what your behavior meant and he had take a moment to recollect himself. Kira declined that first night because he truly has never had sex with another person, less so someone he was pretending to be married to. He was not mentally prepared for that to be thrown at him.

After calming himself down in a few days, he does attempt to be more physically intimate with you. 

Yeah he’s mostly focused on your hands at first. He still doesn’t recognize if he actually loves you yet, but he won’t decline you giving him a handjob or stroking your hands over his toned body. And he’s always ready to be licking your hands. 

After a few more times of these rather awkward and selfish sessions, he does pay it back and begins to explore your body more. He finds himself fascinated with how your chest rises and falls with every shaky breath and moan you let out. He likes the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

His compulsive tendencies do appear in the bedroom, and he does let them out, but they honestly come off as roleplay. It’s kinda hot to hear your normally calm husband just huff and lecture you while he bends your body around roughly to ‘set you straight’.  

“Enough of that. Seriously, can you not even put yourself together correctly? If you can’t dress properly, then don’t bother wearing anything at all.” 

He’s way too deep into this marriage life with you, getting extra frustrated if anyone dares to disturb whatever you two have going on. 

Diavolo 

He falls in lust first. He hasn’t learned his lesson from the last time. Diavolo is a heavy believer in the concept of ‘Fate’, but he believes he is the ‘King’ who can overcome it. 

Surely… ‘fate’ wanted you to be his subordinate. 

You do a wonderful job, you never ask any questions that are unnecessary, and you never stray too far from what he’s asked. You always manage to get the job done in your own, unique way. 

You’re his most trusted subordinate (underneath Doppio), and Diavolo can’t help but feel that selfish urge to contain you as a part of him forever. You’re attractive, so cunning, and so loyal to him- something that makes him believe you were meant to be ‘his’. 

He’s run from his past for so long, but that makes him cocky. If you were to somehow lose his interest, he surely would overcome this ‘challenge’ and defy your fate, too. You’ll never know what hit you. Not to mention, he completely believes he’ll be able to keep you in check and under his thumb. He’s learned that much from his time.

So he lets himself be known to you, after all, good servants deserve some ‘rewards’ from their king, do they not? 

He is a cruel man in bed, doing almost everything in his power to exert his control over you and dominate you. 

Bondage, toys, threats, punishments, and even using King Crimson are not too out of line for this sadist. 

He enjoys overstimulating you, loving the way you babble nonsense and tell him it’s ‘too much’. 

The louder and messier it is, the better. Anything to show you who is the one in control and in charge, and where your proper place as his most devoted servant is. 

He insists on a BDSM lifestyle outside of the bedroom too. Diavolo is not short on funds, so he’ll gift you an expensive accessory (probably with built in tracking on it) as a ‘reminder’ of who you belong to. 

But knowing Diavolo, it’s a veiled threat. Fail to comply with his demands, fail to be entertaining to him, or worst of all, fail to keep his trust- you’ll be dealt with swiftly. Choose wisely when he ‘graciously’ lets you roam free. 

He’s pretty giving otherwise. His constant jumping from villa to villa or hotel makes him take you with him and allow you some luxuries in those areas. You will always have a private suite away from the rabble and be able to relax. 

Diavolo finds it sweet that you’ll trace the paisley tattoos/markings on his arm (sorry I like tattoos so uh-). He’ll let you do it for a bit, all while smirking down at you in amusement. 

“Enjoying yourself, tesoro mio?” 

Gets incredibly angry at the thought of someone touching you or finding you. Not purely out of love- but as a desire to keep you to him. If someone figured out your relationship with him, he’d have to swiftly deal with them and possibly you to keep himself hidden. 

He does trust Doppio to escort you and take care of you, allowing him to be perhaps the only other person to see you physically and take you around wherever Diavolo needs you to be taken. 

Surprisingly, Diavolo likes to listen to the opera and will play some records for you both to listen to while you both unwind or he is working on mundane things for Passione. 

Enrico Pucci 

A master manipulator who believes everything he’s doing is for your own good. He meets in the prison- you’re down on your luck, but you’re earnest and seeking redemption. How could he not want to give you the peace you’ve been searching for? 

As the chaplain of Green Dolphin, he does get more access to you than others get, as well as allowing you the chance to take a break from your prison activities to talk or assist him. 

He believes the chance meeting with you, you who was so pitiful in the chapel and begging for anything to comfort you in your hard time, was another mechanization of “gravity”. 

It was simply fate to meet you, and it was fated that he had to be the one to save you. Perhaps this was a second chance at something he needed to do to be redeemed. Perhaps this was him seeing a kindred spirit within you.

Pucci takes it upon himself to offer you counsel or give you a moment of reprise. Once you two get closer, he begins to encourage more discussion and debate from you. 

“Humans are powerless to oppose fate. Wouldn’t you agree on that?” 

But Pucci is obviously not the completely helpful priest he acts as, as his more sinister and rough behaviors come out the more he is ‘pulled’ to you. 

Pucci does continue to use Whitesnake as a mouthpiece, often to voice more ‘warnings’ to you so you do not get scared of Pucci directly. Obviously Whitesnake is just a separate being from Pucci, and you have nothing to worry about, because you obviously were not planning on doing anything to jeopardize Pucci’s goals or ideals, right? 

He uses his authority and standing in Green Dolphin to get his way. Whether it is ridding of annoying prisoners or guards who bother you, or having you isolated as ‘punishment’ for perhaps doing something he didn’t like, Pucci will pull as many strings as he must. 

Only he has your best interests in mind, and only he is the one who can give you salvation and the hope you long for. He is your ‘fate’ so long as you comply. 

He has to admit, he is curious to get your Memory DISC to see all your memories. But he recognizes that would possibly be a step too far (he has some boundaries, he thinks) and attempts to get you to admit your memories on your own. 

Incredibly attentive and will recall anything you’ve told him with 100% accuracy. It can be comforting and nice when you want to vent or talk to him. Do not think you can lie your way around him, though. Whether you’ve intentionally lied to him or not, he will promptly correct you and tell you to be truthful. 

Pucci believes the Heaven Plan will save you and make you more willing to accept your fate. He confesses to you that what he’s doing will make you happier, will make you more free, and will make your tears dry up. 

Although he says that, sometimes, when he looks at you, he does get those same feelings from before he met Dio. Those dreams of running away, running far away and committing blasphemous acts with you, much like those of the novels he’s read. He brushes them aside and counts prime numbers to rid himself of those ideas. He’s so close to his goal. 

“Enough, Pucci. Enough. You’ve committed to this. You’re doing this for the good of humanity. Even if it’s hard, they’ll understand. They’ll come to learn to love their new life and accept their fate with a smile.” 

Funny Valentine 

Funny prioritizes public appearance and his goals over his private life. Despite Scarlet being gone from the picture, he isn’t all that distraught. But being a ‘widower’ does give him some sympathy from the public that he uses to leverage good PR. 

And you are such a helpful assistant to him. You always have everything under control, every plan together, and whatever he may need quickly finished and given to him without him having to utter a word. 

That competence is quite attractive to him, more so than your physical features (which he does enjoy and did catch his eye before). 

He thinks to himself as a joke that he’d just adore having multiple copies of you running around the White House (and in the room) thanks to D4C, but he knows how dangerous it would be to play with your life like that. You’re so useful to him now, so he’ll care for you. 

Funny pulls lots of all-nighters, especially during the Steel Ball Run, and that means, likewise, you are too, as his devout assistant. This does mean he’s more tired, but also more personable than his stern public face. 

Sometimes he rambles about anecdotes from his time in the army or working as a senator. Sometimes he’ll tell a bad joke that makes you laugh from the fact that the strong president would say such a strange thing out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’ll admit how lonely it is, being the most powerful man in America. Especially without anyone beside him. 

He takes advantage of the sob story he has to get you to be more vulnerable with him. And when you comfort him and offer him some help, he is quite happy internally that you did exactly what he hoped you’d do, but outwardly acts humble. 

“How kind of you, dear. You needn’t worry about my nonsense, though. You aren’t on my payroll to be my personal therapist. I already stress you enough, as is.” 

But you insist and who is he to deny you? 

It doesn’t take long after that for your relationship to go beyond professional boundaries. A touch here, a longing gaze there- and Funny has to admit he enjoys the thrill of having a secret affair going on with his assistant right under the nose of the rest of the workers there. 

And, scandalously, Funny is a freak. A really freaky guy. 

Don’t get fooled by his professional nature and good posture that he displays for the newspapers. Funny is perhaps the most experimental and freaky man on the list, willing to try almost anything at least once (and it does give a good excuse to take you to his chambers). 

He indulges in plenty of kinks; bondage, domination (whether you or him), roleplay, exhibitionism- it doesn’t matter. 

But he will try to reign himself in because he is the president, even if he’d love nothing more than to have you on his desk and weeping for him. His biggest kink is roleplay, and in private, he will want to be addressed differently. This must go on at all times behind closed doors. Failure to adhere to his rules or attempting to embarrass him publicly will result in punishment. 

“You little brat! Have I not been clear on what you were to do? Or were you hoping I would take matters into my own hands? Hm, since you seem to enjoy acting so improper, perhaps I shall reteach you manners. Lay down, now. I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming.” 

Funny can look calm during any arguments he has with you, thus making him a tough man to debate. He is authoritative and believes he knows what’s best. While some backtalk is fine for the most part, after a while he puts his foot down and tells you to stop. 

But then you two see each other after you’ve calmed down, and he holds you while apologizing. He’ll insist he loves you very, very much, but he’s just under so much stress and while you may have your heart in the right place, there are some things that just can’t go as you like. 

Possessive when it comes to you, keeping you monitored by guards and by his side almost 24/7. You weren’t planning on betraying the country you love so much, were you, dear?

[thornybubbles]

Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit. 

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read. 

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

… like a good little fan should…

[joestarfoundation]

Jofoes: First Time. . .

Modern!AU. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! Listen to Cupid, but not the Twin Version, listen to the original in Korean. Remember, love yourself more than anyone else

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

Pucci, Funny Valentine: I think he would take you in missionary position, with your feet on his shoulders (or lower), slowly entering you. His pace would be slow but hard, his eyes would be fixed on your breasts, while he praises and degrades you <3 But still, don't even think about holding your moans, because if you do, you will be brutally fucked nsfw link

Both Dios, Diavolo: mf would be rough, and really, I mean it, he would be ROUGH. Yes, maybe it's your first time, before the action, he would leave several marks on your collarbone, neck, the occasional kiss, but he would focus more on intercourse. If you're lucky, maybe in the first few minutes he'll be gentle with you, but as time goes by... he'd end up fucking you hard without mercy, and very possibly degrade you. You must know that you'll lose your anal virgnity w/ him, so if you were waiting for him to enter your pussy, I'm sorry! nsfw link

Kars, Kira: In this case, his cock is so big, you would have to relax first. Here more priority will be given to foreplay, I think he would like that more than the action itself, but of course he's dying to feel your virgin pussy around him. There are parts of your body that he simply finds wonderful, and of course, there will be plenty of kisses. Once the action starts he's going to go hard, but it will not feel abrupt, on the contrary, it would even be awkward, in a good way, of course. He'd notice your bouncy breasts, and since you are his favorite person, he'd call you his goddess nsfw link

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[bebegi]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡!𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬

genre: modern setting - gn!reader

warnings: swearing, old men vs texting.

others: kars & santana / wamū & eisidisi

requested: no

requests here 🌱

notes: if it feels kind of rushed then you'd be right :] also imagine if no one died and they're all friends :] also this is kinda cringe :[ also i tried to make them speak more.....""anciently"" but my limited knowledge of english betrayed me a little bit, anyways xoxo

notes²: you can tell that i LOVE to blame almost everything on joseph

images credit: kars icon — santana icon — santana and pou

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[honeybeedrabble]

Kintober Day Six: Dubcon- Kars x AFAB!Reader.

CW: Dubcon (fear tactics and power imbalance), kars x AFAB! Reader, degradation, piv (unprotected), fingering, slapping, cream pie (don’t be stupid), breeder!kars

18+ MDNI !!!

You had heard rumors of three gods running around and stealing women from your village circulating. While they called themselves gods they were anything but that, your mother referred to them as devils. They were fearsome, those who had run into them never came back into town the same, frozen in terror from the battle for their lives, never to speak again. Everyone was frightened, terrified of what they would do to their mothers, sister and daughters. And even more terrified of what they’d do to the men who’d try to stop those evil gods from taking them away.

It was an unspoken rule in most households that people would return home before it was too late, or else be met with the same fate as all the other missing persons. You weren’t afraid, you almost laughed at the idea of these “gods” or “devils” existence. You chopped it up to a few parents trying to scare their children into going to bed on time. However this couldn’t be anything but wrong.

You went out one night with a few friends, sneaking out late to go dancing at a small bar in the corner of town near the villages entrance. You had realized you had gotten far too tipsy and decided to walk home alone, that way the rest of the group could have their own fun. You stumbled around, the nights air still hot from the summers heat. You walked up to the cobblestone wall that was the entrance of the village and leaned against it looking out towards the nearby forest. You exhaled amusingly, rolling your eyes at the thought of a few men running around without any clothes on and stealing girls and men to eat- or “worse”.

“Sure, cause why not?” You laughed to yourself. You had enough courage- or stupidity- to walk over to the small forest, ditching the idea of going home. You didn’t really care about getting home, besides, you needed to clear your mind.

You felt the leaves crunching under your footsteps, moonlight seeping through the gaps of branches in the trees. You looked up at it, it was a beautiful, clear night! You couldn’t help yourself but to venture further in and get an even deeper appreciation for the forest everyone refused to go into.

“What a bunch of pussies,” you snickered, kicking a small rock along the side of a short stream. You followed the stream up until you accidentally kicked the rock into the water. You groaned, then looked around for a log to turn over and maybe sit and meditate at for a while.

As you kept looking around the area, you noticed a small house in the middle of the forest. You were intrigued, remembering how there was an old couple rumored to have lived there before they had been eaten or killed- whichever came first.

You walked up the small stone path that led to the house, sure that it must’ve been abondoned years ago to look this awful. As you approached the broken door you heard some rustling in the trees above. You froze, thoughts of the gods flooding your mind.

“No… t-they’re not real. They can’t be.” You told yourself.

“Who isn’t real, tell me mortal?” Came a gravely voice from behind your ear. You froze, staring at the door in front of you with worry. You closed your eyes, hoping you would wake up from whatever drunken dream you had found yourself in.

You felt a large hand wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes, small one. Show some respect.” His voice reverberated in the woods and your legs felt weak, shaking underneath you in fear.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the face of the large man behind you. His eyes were a piercing red, illuminated by the full moon. He had large, bulging muscles, with his hair wrapped in a sort of black headdress, a dark curl draped over his forehead. You let out a gasp, the man smirked.

“Y-You’re…” Your eyes started to well with tears, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“You’re shaking.” He said. grabbing your jaw harsher and turning you around to face him. You fell down on your ass hard, you let out a grunt as you hit the ground. “Tell me why you’ve come out here so late. Don’t your people know not to go looking for trouble by now? Or do I have to make an example out of you?” He grumbled, lowering down to your level, his face inches away from yours.

“I…” You breathed out, the most you could muster.

“Speak when spoken to!” He barked, teeth almost bared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know… honestly.” You felt tears fall down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop them from flowing, fear confusing you entirely. “Please… please just don’t eat me.” The reality of your mortality being at stake was thrown in your face as he pushed your head back into the grassy dirt.

“Eat you? Now why would I do that?”

“B-Because you’re the devil,” you sniffed. He smirked, teeth flashing at you. He ducked down to your face, you could feel his breath against your skin. His tongue came out of his lips and caressed your cheek, tasting your salty tears.

“On second thoughts, maybe I should. You taste sweet.” He laughed as he watched you squirm underneath him, for some reason you were getting turned on.

“Make no mistake, human. I am no mere devil, I am a god. I am a pillarman. I am Kars. Your kind was able to seal me away and wake me up. My kind is far beyond your time and even father beyond your comprehension.” His hand was placed on your thigh, it hiked itself up slowly.

“With time comes the need for growth. And because of my peoples erasure, there are no pillarwomen to reproduce with. My brothers and I have been able to a capture a few of your women, yet they couldn’t handle what we gave them.” Kars’ hand was under your long skirt now, your thigh quivering under his touch.

“We couldn’t have just let them go, we have an image to maintain- soon to be humanity’s most perfect beings.”

“W-What happened to them?” You asked through tears. He chuckled.

“You’re soon to find out.” His hand shot up, ripping your panties off of you and rubbing a circle along your engorged clit. You let out a whimper, he quickly covered your mouth.

“Quiet. My brothers are inside that building you’ve found. Do you want them to come out here and do this to you as well?” He asked, eyes staring daggers into you. You shook your head viciously. “That’s what I thought.” He picked you up bridal style and brought you further into the woods. You felt terrified, unsure of your fate. Yet entirely aroused due to his gorgeous being and opulent touches.

Kars set you down on the ground, in a small patch of flowers. He looked at you with a smirk.

“How pretty.” He said softly, licking your cheeks for more of your delicious tears. “The women from your village had almost died in fear the moment we set eyes on them. You however are different. Maybe you can handle the strength of a pillarman. Maybe you’ll be a perfect specimen to bare our children.” Your blood ran cold.

His hand attacked your clit again, flicking your bud with little to no effort while you panted heavily, moans escaping your lips. His fingers slowly dipped down, prodding your hole before his thick didgets thrusted into you.

“AH!” You threw your head back, your back arching deeply as you lightly pushed your hips down on his hand.

“I guess I was right, mortal. You are a perfect specimen. Nice and tight… warm… wet…” he trailed off as he pumped his fingers inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clamp down in bliss as if you were real estate. “I’d bet you’re fertile, nobody could possibly be this wet already.”

“P-Please… Kars, don’t get me pregnant,” you felt so embarrassed saying that, tears forming out of embarrassment now.

“Shut up, human!” He snapped, slapping your clit. You yipped, pleasure and pain surrounding you entirely as his hand retracted from your pussy. “I could always just eat you instead, would you rather that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“No! P-Please don’t my god…” you cried. Kars let out a booming laugh, going back to rubbing your clit.

“How amusing…” He sighed humorously. Kars sat up tearing your clothes off of you and your nipples hardened in the air. You shuddered, the air that once felt warm now feels cold after the night had gotten longer. “Cold, are we?” He asked. You nodded.

Kars had taken off his headdress, a giant mass of curly hair came falling beautifully down his shoulders and muscular back. You could see his horn even better now. His hair created almost a wall around you, keeping your body warmth in that area. He adjusted his loin cloth and you looked down. His cock sprang out and hit his chiseled abs. You looked at its menacing menacing girth with fear and put a hand on his abdomen trying to push him away.

“You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it, mortal.” Kars sighed with disappointment. He flashed his teeth at you and out of fear you withdrew your hand. “Oh, look at that? You can listen.” he hummed.

He grabbed the base of his thick cock and ran it along your folds, eliciting a mewl out of you. Kars smirked, then thrusted into you with an incomparable force. You let out a scream, feeling his length pummel into you with a blissfully agonizing stretch.

“What a nice cocksleeve you are. In all my years i’ve never had a pussy this tight.“ He parted you almost violently.

He set the pace hard and fast, opening you up with his rod. Kars pounded you, watching how you bobbed up and down on his length, shifting under the grassy flowers with each thrust. He grabbed your hips with such force you were sure his fingertips could’ve bruised you. He held you in place while he drilled you, your eyes had rolled back and you gripped the dewy grass underneath you for stability.

Your moans filled the air and your walls fluttered around him, your slick painting his length as the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears. You felt a pool of drool slip past the corner of your mouth as you whimpered underneath his giant frame. Kars down at your face and smiled wide.

“Oohhh, that’s nice… how wicked. Enjoying how i’m taking you in these woods, mortal? I knew you had it in you…” Kars smiled.

His lips crashed into yours and his tongue parted your lips hungrily. He tasted your spit, coating his tongue in the drool you had. His strong tongue felt heavenly against yours and you suddenly felt an intense hunger for it. You lifted your head up and tangled your tongue with his, occasionally choking on the mixed saliva as your breaths became shallower and your moans became more frequent.

His tongue made love to yours while his cock pummels you til your hilt with all the sexual frustration of 2000 years had built up inside of him.

“Such a good whore, all i had to do was discipline you a little and already you’re far more obedient than the ones that came before you. In fact, I think you’re starting to like this.” Kars’ hips snapped against your even harder, although sloppier. You had a feeling he was going to cum.

“Haah-“ You moaned, before he shoved his tongue back into your mouth, swirling with yours. He withdrew it again, a string of saliva keeping you two together.

“Such a perfect hole… Well worth the wait. After all this fucking you still can barely take me, quite the feat if you ask me.” He purred, sucking a part of your neck into his mouth.

You were seeing stars as he trusted deep into you, cumming around his thick cock and strangling his length. Kars grunted, fucking you even harder through your orgasm until he was letting his own moans slip through his lips and spill his huge load of hot cum deep into your abused pussy.

Both of your bodies were covered in sweat when he picked your naked form up in his arms. He plunged a finger inside of you to keep his seed in as he started to bring you towards the house.

“I quite like you mortal, I’ll keep you as my own. I’ll have to fight Ecidici and Wamuu to keep them off of you. Those fools would probably ruin you, they have no clue how to take care of their things.” He looked down at you, watching you shake under his gaze.

“Don’t be fooled, this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting away free. You’ll be my new fucktoy, with only the purpose of taking my cock and baring me new heirs. We’ll have to do this every day, over and over until you get all swollen with my children. And even then, you’ll probably still be irresistible.”

AN: still catching up my bad guys lol.

tag list: @fuckmachine42069 @pasdasin @alien-girl-violet

(Next) Day seven: Stuck in a wall- obito x reader

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

What WOULD'VE happen if its the jofoes who saw a kid up skirting reader aka their darling?

I know they're villains and is very much cruel, but they wouldn't kill a child...right? (1-8, since the jofoes in P-9 haven't been revealed yet.)

Hmmm I could see a couple of instances of that happening, sadly (but I mean they are villains, but some are more restrained than others, perhaps more for image than anything)

Yandere! Part 1 (Pre Vampire) Dio - I could see this going with him yanking the brats hair and shoving them to the ground. It’s fairly easy for him to maintain his positive status to outsiders, so he could have something happen to them later (but I’d consider this the best outcome for that kid).

Yandere! Post Vampire Dio

Big chance this kid may die by being manipulated by Dio himself, he might decide to turn them/zombify them by apologizing and groveling (chance they could attack their own family). There’s also a chance the kid could just flat out be devoured by the other zombies, the blond wouldn’t even flinch at that. If he’s sorely out of patience he might kill/maim them himself, but it never would come to that. Keep in mind Dio was the type to turn a mother into a vampire and she ended up eating her own child.

Yandere! Kars

Absolutely no cares given about slaughtering a child, not even joking here. He only cares about you, not some slimy brat that decided to pull some nonsense on you. He’d probably lick you clean of the blood afterwards as well. No matter how mad or upset you got, would not make him anymore remorseful for the dead body strewn on the ground.

Yandere! Part 3 DIO

You’d more than likely be held captive in the mansion he’s in, within Egypt so this happening is unlikely. But in the unlikely event something like this happens, he’ll state how brazenly stupid such a move was. Unless he can use the kid in someway, he really doesn’t care what happens to them. So he might “punish” the kid as he sees it fit or have a stand user take care of them.

Yandere! Yoshikage Kira

As long as this kid didn’t see his rather “unusual” indulgences in the past, he doesn’t see a need to murder them right there, though I could see him consider it internally, where the kid wouldn’t be seen. He’s absolutely miffed however, and does grab their hand in a painful way though. Gives them the nastiest glare and reprimand there is, and the kid probably runs off heavily unsettled.

Yandere! Diavolo

Doppio is likely the one to take care of this of course, not that Diavolo he himself isn’t miffed. This probably just makes him consider to keep you locked away somewhere permanently. (This probably happens shortly after this little thing). Doppio makes sure to get it through this kids head, with the harshest grip known to man, that you don’t go doing that to anyone. Let alone anyone he or his boss likes.

Yandere! Enrico Pucci

His reaction is interesting, he is irritated perhaps even a bit visibly by this child’s behavior. He can’t let this kid get away with deciding to upskirt his darling either. He also is a priest image wise, so he has that to consider when punishing this adolescent person. He still has a firm grip on them and decides to take them aside and talk. He’ll face away from you while doing so, and moments later the kid is suddenly apologizing. You can’t tell if Pucci has an uncanny knack for speaking with people or if it’s something else. (It’s likely both).

Yandere! Funny Valentine

He’ll stop this kid almost immediately and there’s a sound of a smack to the back of the head. A stern look and a small speech about respect, Funny Valentine somehow manages to make the kid shame with those words. He wouldn’t let the kid run either and would personally escort them back home to their parents. As busy as he is as a president something childish like that won’t be overlooked by him. There’s a brief dark look in his eye, he can pull the strings to make things happen, he just doesn’t feel the need to expend them here. He does ask you to follow him closer for now on, (maybe an extra guard but he finds it more efficient to be the one to protect you)

Yandere! Toru

He certainly doesn’t appreciate it, and somehow they end up tripping or have some little mishap happen. Yet there’s a bit of a hum in his voice when he tells them he shouldn’t be doing such a thing to people. Any anger or frustration that gets thrown off at Toru, he nonchalantly brushes off. Suggesting the kid apologize, and nothing more will come of it. But there is a stern veiled threat in there somewhere that makes the kid decide to walk off.

[danddymaro]

Kars W/ a sick Reader

Maybe fluffy. A very sweet Kars.

A hint of jealousy

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Kars W/ a sick reader

Frustration knitted between his dark brows, the tension there existing as hard creases that remained even after he formed a lighter expression. Melting relief settled over his features as you stirred in his arms, slowly becoming responsive to his attentive care. 

- Or perhaps it was his one-sided conversation that had woken you.

Several days have passed already, and you were doing much better, he could attest to that. 

Thus far your temperature has eased from the terrible spike in heat. It was a  sign you were soon going to be better, and yet he felt the nagging, little ache in his chest persist. 

It was like the sting of a thin, sharp point striking his heart, cruelly prodding at such a rapid pace that he had no time to heal, no time to find a way to combat it.

It hurt him to see you in pain, and as he has you there in his arms, cradled like the precious little creature you are to him, he can’t deny it. 

He can’t act indifferent towards you, especially not when he’s convinced that the only reason you're doing better, is because he’s there. 

It hurts him so much he can’t think of anything else, prompting him to leave his leisure days to take on a different role. So, rather than be served himself, he becomes the one attentive to someone else’s needs, committing to your every necessity no matter how troublesome it may be.

You are his top priority.

He rarely left your side, and if he did, it wasn’t for long.

He couldn’t possibly leave you to the care of any of of his disgusting minions, that was for certain. They were pawns, and nothing more than that, certainly not ones that radiated trust.

The idea of you left alone with any of them had his blood boiling. Having any of them in your vicinity had him tasting something bitter when he noticed your discomfort. 

He’d taken notice of your reluctance to be around any of them, how much closer you come to him because you’re uneasy, so he wouldn’t put you through that, especially not during your most vulnerable state.

- And most certainly while he was away.

There had been another option, and while he trusted Esidisi and Wammu, something in him couldn’t allow any of them to have you so close.

He couldn’t deal with having anyone else behave so tenderly with you, he’d discovered that at first trial.

It hasn’t been long, but you’ve been feeling ill, and you struggled to show a brave face as you lived through it. It was a horrible habit you had to suffer in silence, to solve your own problems.

Besides, it hadn’t been so bad when Kars had left, it had been manageable, but it was as though you drastically worsened the farther he went. 

Even so, you said nothing, keeping it to yourself, not even wanting to bother the man that had stayed behind to watch you.

During his absence Kars assigned Wammu to watch over you as usual, and as expected he took the temporary position seriously.

He did as he typically did, shadowing you as you ventured to your heart’s content, even if it was outside during the day, an ability only he had between the three pillarmen.

He stayed at a distance until he had noticed your deteriorating health, and it prodded him to become even more attentive to you, becoming more than just someone that watched from a distance.

Soon after, he stayed four steps behind, a gesture of peace committed as he used another talent of his to ease you.

The soft breezes the short haired blonde creates for you have followed you, and during the insufferable temperatures your body has suddenly succumbed to, it feels refreshing. It’s like a touch of comforting spring visiting you, the air being a calming, tepid temperature, and you show your appreciation to him in the form of a soft smile.

A little thank you is also given, and he accepts in with a short nod and nothing else.

And then it happened ; 

Everything turned blurry before it went pitch black.

-It was just for a moment, a few seconds before you came back to, realizing you were supported by a strong arm that brought you close to Wammu as he saved your weakened body from a sudden fall.

Glowing jade eyes looked down at you, the hint of concern in them washing away as you woke and looked back at him with hazy eyes that slowly adjusted to the world.

.

.

.

“I’m fine...” you tell him, sounding certain even while you tried to find focus during your dizzy spell. 

However, your hands hold onto him with a desperate grasp that pleads for him to not let you go yet, and he understands the message, giving you more time to adjust.

Seeing your reaction he releases a soft sigh before lightly shaking his head with a minuscule smirk as he mused over a long gathered observation.

“-You are stubborn,” the blonde haired man comments, while recalling the very trait that has both amused and irked his master.

 “ Though strong too,” he proceeds reassuringly while still holding just a hint of amusement.

You were resistant, brave. 

During your first encounter with them you showed that, and even back then he’d let out a short snicker that morphed into a genuine chuckle as you stood your ground.

Perhaps he’d never said much to you, but he was observant to your qualities, and because you were with his master, he considered you utterly valuable. 

Even if Eisidisi couldn’t phathom as to any other reason why Kars would keep you around other than carnal pleasure, Wammu had more or less understood. After all, every now and then your species enticed a tickle of curiosity in him.

Loyalty and bravery were traits he considered honorable. For such small, feeble creatures to posses such traits, it was endearing.

And he found it amusing how even his own master could form an attachment with a human.

As he looked down at you he mused over how a being so small could move a creature as powerful as Kars. 

You could make him smile with a single one of your own, and that was an ability no one else had.

Even if Kars had never spoken about what it was that he felt for you, it was implied, heavily. 

You were precious to him, so it was all the more reason to take care of you during his absence.

As he held you in his arms, you struggled to stay conscious, but even then you’re aware of where he is, of how much dedication he has to you. Whether it’s because he truly cares, or because it’s an order, it’s there, and it makes you keep your smile.

Moreover, the very compliment has you touched.

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.

.

If anyone treated you with the upmost respect and utter delicacy it was Wammu. And while Kars had never had a problem with it, he did when he came back to find you embraced by him.

It wasn’t like Kars considered the idea of Wammu ever betraying him, and he trusted you too..

There was nothing to doubt, yet, watching you cradled within someone else’s arms, cared for and looked upon with such genuine tenderness...

It had him feeling a twisting feeling in his gut that he’s never felt before. 

He thought about how your soft kisses could belong someone else, how each of the feather light ones that wake him could descend upon some one else’s flesh. 

He recalls how wonderfully you fit into his embrace, how your body is so soft and warm, fitting perfectly between the space that’s there between his arms and the rest of his body. It’s indescribable how much serenity he experiences while having you so close, sharing warmth.

The addictive scent of your fragrance mingled with his comes to mind, and he feels an uneasy feeling when he thinks about any other masking his, or replacing it entirely.

A great ‘what if ‘ struck him, and it made him act, moving towards you two with boiling blood.

It festers in him until your eyes land on him and that wonderful sparkle in them occurs. 

You then jump away from the other man, excited to find him back. He can hear it in the little chirp you release that’s his name. 

Seeing your reaction when he steps forward makes him feel yet another feeling that struck at his heart, damning him for whatever that initial, bitter one was.

You looked so happy to see him, so genuinely sweet, and you were so quick to greet him that it just worsened that feeling he would later recognize as long lost guilt.

“I missed you,” you told him, and he notices how tired you look, how worn you seem. 

He doesn’t realize how his own eyes soften, how he stares longingly like he’s missed you for too long.

Kars silently curses at your pathetic humanity, how illnesses fall upon you with such ease, and what’s worse, that he can do nothing about it but helplessly watch as you succumb to them.

He positions you to better sit up, one of his arms placed across your back  as your head rests on his shoulder to hold you up as his other reaches out to the beverage he’s prepared for you.

Slowly, he brings the edge of the cup to your lips, gently tilting it so your tongue is drowned by a rather bitter taste of herbs that makes you release a discontent hum.

- Even that little sound irks him, it has him feeling utterly helpless, and he continues to wear the hard lines of frustration on his face.

A feather light kiss then grazes your hairline, his lips pressing the warm, sweat moistened spot with tenderness that lasts as he remains there. It’s a tart taste he’s certain you despise with how much you appose, and the only thing he can really do to combat it is offering you something sweeter. 

- A sugary, little peck that tells you it’s for your own good.

“Kars?” the sound of your voice, so soft and frail makes him bring you closer to him, the grand beast demonstrating a nurture that was foreign to him, and exists only for you.

A low hum of his greets you  before another kiss touches you, landing right on your nose that twitches under the touch. 

You’ve barley been awake throughout it, and to finally hear you say something, most of all his name, it calms him.

“  vexing little thing...” he huffs , “ I can’t leave you alone for even a moment,” he says with just a touch of annoyance, but there’s adoration there too, so much that you giggle. 

The way Kars shows his fondness of you is with little remarks such as those.

 Teasing you is his way, his love language. 

He aims for a kiss on the lips, but is stopped by a little hand that presses against his chest, “You can’t,” you tell him, your still voice small and hoarse.

He stopped, genuine surprise written on his face before he narrows his eyes at you,  his lips which were already pouted and ready to press to yours drop into a frown.

He looks insulted , and while the face is one that’s unpleased, it makes you actually grin before you chuckle.

“I’m sick,” you remind him, and he scoffs, his eyes rolling. 

“And?” he huffs. “- I've kissed you plenty already,” he says under his breath, not understanding the issue, and after he says it, you feel incredibly warm in your stomach. 

The little kisses that have peppered over your face throughout the past few days haven't been your imagination, and when you realize that, you’re practically glowing. 

And you take his teasing, little chiding as an actual possibility, 

“I haven’t been alone...for even a moment,” you mutter with a touch of disbelief, thinking about all the instances you felt him close.

You knew you mattered to him, but not that much, not so much as to nurture you back to health.

Color fills his cheeks before he blows an exasperated breath between his lips,

“Your kind is so weak,” he starts, looking away from you, “ you need my constant supervision,” he states, which of course he believes.

But for some reason it’s a struggle to admit.

“- All of your attention?” you say while batting your eyes and stretching your arms out for him to coddle you, which he does. 

He falls in without a second thought, though he lets out a huffy breath.

his nose grazes over your jaw, and little smooches greet you there while you close your eyes  and continue to smile. 

“Of course,” he sweetly murmurs. 

One of your hands cradles his cheek as he continues to kiss you.

He eases you from his lap, completely laying you down your bedding as he takes a position that had him above you before he offers you a kiss to your lips. 

That beautiful waves of plum that surround you have rebellious strands that tickle your face as he withdraws, and the moment of peace is one you want to last.

Swallowing down thickly you then plea with him, demanding what you’ve wanted to for a while,

“Stay with me,” you tell him, never having asked him for anything else before. 

- never needing anything more.

As you’re slowly recovering you’re afraid he’ll take it as a sign he can leave, and it has you saddened.

You want to have him all to yourself, to feel all of his attention on you, and be able to react to it too.

“...Please?” you breath, and even while drained of your color, utterly helpless, he notes every feature of yours as lovely.

His smile is rather arrogant, and it’s more of a smirk as you speak, and he takes a moment to answer, offering you unneeded suspense because either way, he hadn’t planned to leave any time soon, 

“As you wish,” he murmurs with another kiss.

[rzyraffek]

Guys I suffer from jojo brainrot, I know its not my usual writing , but I need to get this out of my system. NO SPOILERS they/them pronouns, sfw, Request open

Also for obvious (and legal) reasons in josuke and okayasu ones reader is like 16.

Also I didnt finish jojo part4 yet so some stuff might be eee not accurate?

More jjba dating headcanons!!

Including Kars, Santana, young Joseph, Jonathan, Josuke, Speedwagon, Okuyasu

Kars

Homie will litteraly pet them. My guy has god complex, thinks that humans are so so smol and so so tiny

Picks them up like some lil baby and probably carries them around everywhere

S/o mostly just vibes in his huge mansion while Kars plots some evil emo stuff (again)

Quick reminder that this guy was doing ah mimimimi ah mimimimimi😴 for last few centuries so s/o has to explain him a lot of stuff

Imagine him getting jumpscared bcs your phone made a noise, or him just walking up to light switch and turing lights on and off repeatedly. Mans fascinated

Also guy is a walking muscle so no matter how big or smol s/o is they going to be picked up and carried around, probably he uses only one hand too btw

Pls brush his hair he will litteraly melt

Santana

...

"Human why you carry tiny talking square everywhere? Is it magical?"

My guy will take their phone and 'accidently' take 50selfies, but not in sexy way, but in 'his face is zoomed to camera and you see only his eyes and forehead' way

His love language is quality time, understanding and gifts

Hates germans btw

Will give them random stuff, like he will litteraly bring them a microwave and be like "human explain meaning of this". But also gives them shiny rocks, jewellery, hair accessories. If s/o wants a new car, my man gonna litteraly pick up first car he sees and bring it to them

I am convinced he eats food with his bare hands. S/o has to give him tutoral how to use knife and fork, he won't like it >:(

Young Joseph

Homeboy hands are everywhere, if my guy doesn't hold their hand, he is putting his hands on s/o shoulders or waist or just kisses them

Doing make-up together. And nails. And hair. All of this while shittalking his enemies and talking about all the drama.

Tequila Joseph first dragqueen in history btw

Never go on plane with him, no matter how romantinc he promises it will be. Do not

Also makes fun of Ceasar that Joseph was the first one to find a partner not him😍

S/o and Ceasar probably meet up sometimes to just complain about how dumb Joseph sometiems is😭

Will litteraly do anything to impress them frfr

Jonathan

Not boyfriend, but Husband material

My guy will be on walk with his homie speedwagon and litteraly act like teenager girl with crush. All blushy, shy and asking for advices

Gives them handfuls of flowers, but like Jonathan's sized handful (alot)

Loves walking with s/o and holding hands ofc

My boy will blush and die if s/o does first move

Pls s/o beat dio up he sucks

The best boy husband

Josuke

Bros gonna be so protective, like fr my guy will be worried if s/o goes to shop and doesn't come back in more than 20minutes

He will blush if s/o tries to hold his hand

Mumbles a lot about hair routine and hair products, and probably likes to comb s/o hair

Okayasu probably cried when he found out that Josuke has a partner btw

The sweetest boy alive

Guy will accidentally spoil them. Also they are basicly immortal due to all crazy daimon stuff

If s/o sees stands... OMG PLS pls hug his lil man, his stand i mean. It looks very hugable

Playing video games when s/o and josuke lied to his mom that you came over to teach him some school stuff>>

Okuyasu

This dude

This guy

Will litteraly beat anyone up, for no reason anyways. He just do be like that.

He is very dumb, please be patient

Isn't romantic, he tries to act cool and tough, but he is unintentionally cute! Like he will go to s/o house in middle of day, knock on door and he like "sup babygrill I bought you some ice cream"

If you guys play any kind of competitive game he might let them win! But he never tell them that of course

Also he is very physical, but not in romantic/sexy way but in 'dub me up homie/sup give me high five' hes very bromance. he also enjoys just leaning on them, like yall just stand waiting for bus and this dude will put like half his body weight on them

Once he had a nightmare and called them at 3am

Speedwagon

Btw sorry that characters are all over place and not organised, I am sleeby

My guy will shank anyone for you babe

Talks, a lot. So if s/o is a listener type, they will get along well

Goes to Jonathan and asks for advices about relationships!

S/o steals his hat and he pretends that he's offended, but pls dont stop you look cute!

My guy is very very...unorganised... total mess of a men if it comes to life. I dont even know if he has a house btw

Cuddles on couch when he's sure that noone is around>>>

Will read them to bed if that helps s/o fall asleep

He has poor eyesight but he doesnt wear glasses. Bonk him pls

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Yandere Kars X Pillar woman reader who survived because she was with baby Whamu and baby Santana, protecting them.

This idea makes me go monkey brain, had to write a short on this and upload at nearly 2am.

Defy nature

(Yandere Kars X Female pillar woman reader)

You frantically shushed the crying baby in your arms as you cradled him in an attempt to quell him.

“Please stop crying or they'll find us” you quietly pleaded. Not wanting to draw the attention of Kars and Esidisi. You'd already watched them mow down even the strongest of their own kind, dead set on killing everyone that opposed them. You'd been told to flee with the only two children Wammu and Saitana as everyone tried to defend against them.

You turned to the basket you were kneeling by. Saitana began to stir.

“No no no, not you too” you muttered before you heard steps approaching.

You threw your head towards the source of the sound and your blood went cold.

“(Y/n)” Kars lulled your name, covered in the blood of your own.

“you never were a fighter, always so tender my flower” he said as he took another step forward.

Tender, a word he described you with a great many times. Sickened you to think he'd been one of your paramours now that he had massacred so many.

“I won't let you kill them too!” You proclaimed as you put wammu back in the basket.

“No I don't intend to kill them, children have such impressionable minds… I shall train them to serve me” he said. Your gut churned, use children to fulfill his own sick twisted plans. You couldn't understand his thought process.

“Why? Why would you do such a thing to yourself?” You questioned.

“I wanted to carve a path for our kind, we were once revered by the humans as God. Now they are trying to kill us. Once I find a way to release our true potential we shall be the ultimate lifeforms” he explained.

“Yes that was the case before but any creature does not wish to be ruled by another, fear is a necessity for any to survive… what you intend to do is go against nature itself” you seethe, looking him straight in his eyes. He was different, frenzied with an insatiable appetite.

“What you've become now is a sick mockery of our brethren, the ones you have slayed without even a thought!” you yelled. Both babies now wailing.

“I never thought I'd see the day you'd yell” he said in an amused tone.

“I hold no manners to you, you will just kill me like everyone else” you told him.

Within the blink of an eye he was now right beside you. Holding your head in his hand.

“I couldn't,” he confessed.

“In truth I always felt a burning Jealousy towards your other partners. For so long I've wanted you to myself” he continued as his free hand delicately toyed with your horn, something he knew you'd usually take great pleasure in but not now. It felt more  perverse than before with that hungry gaze, like a boa seconds before it eats its prey whole.

“And now I do” he said.

[bygiornogiovanna]

A scenario went through my head and I couldn't wait to request it: Kars found a human child some years back and to his surprise, she wasn't afraid of him, instead, she was fascinated by the being he was. He took pity on her ofc but he wondered why she wasn't fearing him. Years later when he goes to search after the red stone of aja, he stumbles upon the same girl now grown! :]

A misty memory (Kars x F! Reader)

uuu that's interesting

i'm sorry if this turned out so short ;-;

also, we recently hit 420 followers!!! happy 420 followers <3

His steps were shaking the ground. Everything was moving out of his way. It was like the earth beneath his feet knew how powerful he was and was trying to run away.

It was frustrating to know that an useless human like that kid was trying oh-so hard to disrupt his search.

He couldn't deny, Joseph was strong for a human. His willpower was something else and it seemed like luck was on his side.

But nothing was gonna stop him from getting that damned stone.

As he was thinking, a familiar pair of eyes caught his. His brows furrowed in confusion, a question arising in his head. Where did he know them from?

Then the memory struck him like a punch in the face.

It was you. The baby he met twenty years ago when he was walking in the forest. He still remembered the way your tiny mouth was producing such loud sounds when he found you, dressed only in a smelly diaper and a white blanket.

The way your eyes opened, shining bright with tears as you noticed him hovering you, curious of what you were doing there all alone. Who would be so cruel to leave their baby in a forest? Even if it was summer and the nights weren't as cold as in the other seasons.

He was even more surprised when he saw that you stopped crying, taking him in, as if a wave of curiosity hit you. It was unusual for a baby to not be scared of him and that was the reason he didn't like them.

That, and because they smelled. And they were annoying.

But there was something about you that made him curious. Why weren't you crying anymore?

"Such a tiny thing. This is why you humans disgust me, how could they leave you here?" he said and a small giggle left your throat. It sounded melodious. You made grabby hands and he raised his brow again. "You want up?"

You babbled, shaking your tiny hands, trying to reach him. Kars huffed, rolling his eyes. He remembered the way he thought of leaving you there, but instead, he picked you up.

If he were to estimate, he would say you were probably six months old. A sound that he supposed was a laughter came out of your mouth and you caught a piece of his hair in your tiny hand.

"Auch, auch, don't pull!" he said and you giggled again. It seemed like you were fascinated by him.

He remembered dropping you off in your blanket at a house nearby the woods and he also remembered how you cried the moment he put you down.

He remembered it all.

Now you were there, in front of him, all grown up. Your beauty never faltered and, in a way, you stayed the same.

Kars approached you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You jumped in surpise to the cold touch, turning to its source.

"Hello, do I know you?" your soft voice could be heared. Your eyes locked with his and he felt that same warmth from twenty years ago.

"Actually, you might."

[vixensmart]

Y/N: I could take the Pillar Men.

Caesar: You can't fight the Pillar Men!

Y/N:...

Caesar: You meant in a fight, right? Please tell me you meant in a fight.

[dollwrites]

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!servant!reader, suggested dub con & sexual slavery, exhibitionism, cuckqueening if you squint, masturbation ( him ), facial, cum worship, master kink, threats against reader, brief fingering ( her ), degradation, all characters featured are 18+

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𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ holy by zolita

you didn’t often feel envious when the Pillar Men used someone else. in fact, more often than not, your mountainous masters were much too insatiable, and your poor body could only take so much. you’d be grateful if you were gifted time to recuperate, to be fed and given water and bathed by your fellow captors.

but you’d grown accustomed to being the favorite. the one they not only fucked, but the one they doted on, and gave affectionate names. for the sake of the gods, two of them had even been so magnanimous as to kiss your lips ( Wamuu being the most affectionate, followed by Santana who preferred to devour your mouth ).

there was just something about the way Kars was groaning. the way the sweat sparkled on his muscled abdomen when he thrusted forward, diving deep into the girl he held in the air. the way she cried out, red faced, eyes crossed, she had been taken to the brink of sexual madness and then kept there by a god.

and you were jealous.

as much as you loathed it, your body yearned to feel Kars special grade of decimation; you wanted to be in her place, to wrap around his celestial cock and be the cause of all of his boisterous grunting.

you’d been carrying a jug of pulque to altar room, where they all had gathered, but you linger by the doorway, biting on your lip, watching the sordid display with want in your eyes.

Kars’ eyes flicker up to your figure, and he tilts his head. “Jealous, little one?” he teased, experimenting with bouncing the girl up and down harder, until she was choking out cries for mercy. you look to your feet, knowing better than to meet Kars’ gaze lest you be whipped for your audacity, but you peeked at the display. you thought about taking her place; you wouldn’t beg for mercy, you’d moan for him— let your cunt milk him, you’d thank him for all the pain and ecstasy he bestowed upon you. you could feel Kars’ gaze on you, watching your reaction.

Esidisi let out a bellowing bowl of laughter, as he approached you, circling you, pushing you forward into the room. “You’ve been spoiled by cock, have you? Do you think you deserve it more than any other whore here?”

“N-no, master!” you insisted, gripping the jug.

“Yes, you do.” Kars snorts, pounding away. “Tell the truth or Wamuu will beat it out of you”

your heart was pounding when Wamuu stood up, and you recoil back against the giant to your back. “I—I’m envious,” you admitted, sheepish, “I—I only live to serve my masters, and I—“ you look down at your bare feet, wishing you’d not been so transparent, “I am envious when they choose anyone else…”

Santana was staring at you, hungry eyes darting up and down your naked frame, and you shift on your feet, feeling the heat of his gaze. “I would be happy to stuff you full of all the cock your little body can handle, slave. Come over here—“

“Santana.” Kars cut him off, cutting a sharp glance in his direction. “Don’t be gluttonous. I’ve allowed you enough of her, have I not?”

Santana grimaced; you were stealing shots of their countenances. he didn’t want to admit that Kars could snatch you away from his underlings just as easily as he gives you over to them. “Well…” Santana pondered the question, submitting to his superior as he leaned back in his seat, “I can smell her sweet, wet cunt from over here.” he fired back, and you squeeze your thighs together, humiliated, but Esidisi quirks a brow and reaches down to cup your sex, teasing your slit to see just how wet you were. you yelp, obediently spreading your legs for him, closing your eyes tight.

“He’s right, Kars,” Esidisi confirmed with a nod, his thick fingers worming their way into you. interior walls spasmed and clenched around the digits, but he teased by spreading you open with those fingers, testing your elasticity. “It would be a shame to waste such a tight, warm hole. If you’ll not have her, I’ll bend her over right now—“ you were already leaning forward as he pushed against your shoulder blades, whimpering in submission, when Santana jumped to his feet.

“I want her! I claimed her!” he roared, suddenly, the heat of his desire overpowering his respect for his superiors in this moment, and you flinch, trembling with your head down.

when you peeked up from under your browline with one eye, you saw Wamuu grasping Santana’s shoulder and hurling him backwards to slam into the stone wall. “Respect our masters, Santana.” it did more damage to the wall than to the manbeast, who snarled, but was dropping to one knee and dipping his head in tandem with his adoptive brother.

“Forgive me, masters,” he cut his eyes to Kars, peering up at him before adding begrudgingly, “Father.”

Kars seems pleased enough, exhaling as he releases the girl from his grasp and she crumbles to the floor, and is soon forgotten there. even you couldn’t bother to look to her, because Kars was stepping around her, wrapping a powerful fist around his massive cock, shiny and pointing towards his belly button. the sight made you dizzy, and you clenched around Esidisi’s fingers with a soft, hopeful whimper on your lips. “Well, well, causing quite the rift, aren’t you, little one?” he mutters to you, tilting his head to watch your expression. you keep your eyes averted downwards, staring at his nudity instead, and you whine a quiet apology.

Esidisi chortles low and wicked, pumping his fingers into you, “Little witch. She must enjoy watching her masters fight over who will use her as a cocksheath, she’s tightening up already!”

“Give her to me.”

Esidisi nods, grinning from ear to ear, and shoves you off of his fingers towards Kars. your weak knees start to buckle as the force of his push sends you tumbling helplessly on to the hard floor at Kars’ feet with a pathetic oomf. for a moment, you just stay there, your thigh aching where you’d landed, staring at his feet, they were spread in a wide stance, and you knew if you looked up, his mighty cock would be directly above you. “Mm… Master…” you whispered, uncertain if it was acceptable to raise your head or not, even though you so desperately wanted to. “Please… please allow me to serve you…”

“Lie back, slave.” he demanded instead.

you do as instructed, lying back on the floor. it’s gritty and solid, and it hurts to straighten out, but when he takes a powerful step, planting a bare foot on either side of you, you hold your breath. peering up at him, you see that his countenance is heavily obstructed from this angle, the shape and size of his manhood taking up most of your visage of him, and you blush hotter, both hands resting on your chest, one pressing over your heart as if to stop it from pounding.

“Esidisi is right, perhaps we have spoiled you,” he utters, thoughtfully looking you up and down, “your greedy, little cunt just dripping and begging to be filled with cock, isn’t she?” you nod, albeit humiliated because of just how true it is, and shift, rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building between them. Kars smirks, pulling a furious stroke from his base to his tip, watching you writhe, and moans out, “Good. Let her weep.” another stroke, and then another, each one picking up the pace, falling into a quick, brutal rhythm, “I want you soaked and clenching around air, wishing it was a thick cock, I want to see you so pathetic and in need of a mind-numbing fucking that you cry for it.”

your eyes were glued to the display above you, but every word of his sent a deep warmth straight to your core, tying your lower belly in knots, and you squirm, haplessly whimpering, wincing to keep the tears at bay.

Kars saw this, and groans again, fucking his fist harder, his brows furrowing, jaw tightening. “That’s it. That’s it. Beg me to fuck your greedy, little pussy, whore. Let me hear that desperation in your voice.”

“Please, master!” you mewled in acquiescence, fanning your lashes against the steamy apples of your cheeks. “Please fuck my greedy pussy! I— I need it, please!” you didn’t sound like the girl you used to be; your voice broke as you howled like an animal in heat in need of breeding, and you couldn’t stay still, rocking your hips into the air in hopes of persuading him to impale you.

the others were watching, eyes all on fire with lust, and Kars squeezed the plump tip of his dick, before stroking hard and slow. “Mmhm, I know, little one, your poor body wants mine so bad. But you don’t deserve it, do you?” he crooned, and placed a foot on your chest, leaning his weight on to you. he’s heavy, but not enough to hurt too much. still, you wince and shake your head obediently, “No, you don’t. But your masters— we’re so good to you, aren’t we? We make that little cunt feel so full, even though you’re unworthy of us?”

nodding, you pant, your lungs trying to inflate under his foot, but you’re still entranced as he fucks himself. “Y—yes master! You’re so good to me!”

Kars bites down on his lip, leaning against your chest until you let out a whiny, little wheeze, and he smirks, snorting pleasure through his flared nostrils, “Tonight you’re getting only what you deserve, slave. I’m going to cum knowing you’re going mad without a cock splitting you open, and I’m going to cover you in it. Open your mouth and accept my generosity like the needy piece of fuck meat you’ve been trained to be.”

you wanted to beg him to be nice; just fuck your brains out, or at the very least, let Santana or Esidisi. your core throbbed with need, walls fluttering in protest of just how empty you felt, but you opened your mouth and allowed your tongue to laze out over your lower lip just as he started to pull his release out with slow, hard strokes and bestial grunting.

you closed your eyes when the warmth rained down on you, splattering on your face and your chest, but you were able to lap at the sticky, raw essence as it lands on your lips or on your tastebuds, eliciting a grateful moan. you wanted more, but Kars was much too strict to give in, so you’d have to make due with what little you were given.

when you cracked your lids to see the god above you, he was softening, the waterfall of his offering running dry, and then it lay, spent and soft, against his thigh. “Watch her,” he said to the others, squatting down over you. you could feel the tip still twitch as it dragged over your skin, and his grin was wide and wicked, “see her bathe in my cum and moan for the opportunity? No more spoiling her cunt unless she earns it.”

[bebegi]

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genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x eisidisi, kars, wamū, santana, caesar.

warnings: a little mature language !

PART I – PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: another post !? hope you all had a great day, ily all<3

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