#jjba x witch!reader

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Can I request something for yandere merman Kakyoin? :>

My idea is he not actually a merman but a sea witch with octopus body, just like Ursula in My little mermaid. He use his potion to turn into a merman to attract his darling because he know their darling will be afraid of his real form. He want to capture darling to be his mate forever.

Well that's my idea, feel free to be creative with the plot :D thank you so much

Never thought our boy who looks like Ariel was Ursula the whole time... now that I think about it Hierophant Green works perfectly with this. Kakyoin is a mimic octopus which allows him to change his skin and body to look like other things, which combined with magic you really don't stand a chance. This is from Kakyoin's perspective mostly. Reader is gender neutral but more feminine presenting because who doesn't love a pretty enby. I also do masc and andro too but why not mix it up. If you want a particular gender don't be afraid to ask!

Merrow=Nonbinary mermaid

Reel You In

You were perfect...

Bright (e/c) eyes, wide smile on your plush lips, shiny (h/c) hair

A true gem, a real pearl if you will

His treasure

His pretty little merrow

How did he mean you in all your divinity?

Kakyoin was taking stock of his ingredients, after all his magic still required special herbs and items of the deep. His green and white striped tentacles filtered through the vials and drawers. He was low on whale fat and Leviathan scales. Kakyoin sighed it would take him ages to find these rare ingredients. Leviathans aren't usually fond of getting rid of their scales. He'll have to scour the specialty market for these ingredients. The unfortunate thing is it only opens when the ocean is darkest. He gathered his cloak off the large mer skeleton it was hanging off of. He put on his cloak and swam into the darkness.

The market was full of sketchy characters per usual, nobody good came to the Night Market unless they were desperate. It was swarming with thieves, witches, and the usual assortment of outcasts and criminals' merfolk told stories of to make their fry behave. Of course, he was one of them so there was no room to complain. He was browsing the stalls when a heavy force knocked into him. His amethyst eyes filled with annoyance, someone was already trying to rob him, and he just got here. He snatched his satchel back and glared at the offender who apologized?

"I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't watching where I was swimming. Did you lose anything from your bag?" Intriguing. Looking at the figure in front on him he could tell they didn't belong. (h/l) (h/c) styled with a pretty white ribbon (if bald or hijab its tied around your neck). Wide (e/c) orbs full of innocence he'd not seen in a while (your innocent compared to him bro). You were very attractive in his eyes as it's not often to see someone be so decent in his line of work.

"Sir? Sir? Oh no did I hit you too hard?!" The merrow's worried voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Oh, no I'm fine no harm has been done. Mx. ..." You laughed which was a genuine laugh, not one full of malice, just pure joy. Kakyoin wishes he could capture that laugh and put it in a jar. "(Y/N) my name is (Y/N)." Oh, they were so trusting, the naive little thing. "Kakyoin, but you may call me Noriyaki." (Y/N) grinned at this and swished their shiny tail back and forth. "Okay Noriyaki it's so very nice to meet you! Oh no I need to go before the market closes! See you, Nori!" The cheerful merrow swam off leaving Kakyoin paralyzed in awe. Suddenly, finding those materials didn't seem so interesting.

Kakyoin hadn't slept well in a while, thoughts of a special little merrow kept him awake. Your beautiful face invaded his dreams, your laugh haunted his every waking moment, your coquettish smile taunted him so. Oh, you had no idea how much you drove him crazy! He had been neglecting his work to watch you from his seer glass. You were even more irresistible in your day-to-day life.

You were coming back from shopping eagerly talking to yourself about the new tops you bought when you bumped into a cecaelia. You were rather clumsy, weren't you? Now you would apologize profusely and offer this merfolk your aid. What shocked Kakyoin was when you froze at the sight of the person before you and swam away in a panic. How unusual of sweet little you. What could cause such a reaction? He hadn't seen you act so rashly even with the most intimidating fish folk but this ceacaelia made you swim away with fear he has never seen before. Does it mean?

No

NO.

You were afraid of cecaelia.

You were afraid of him.

Kakyoin's fantasy of finding you again and courting you was ruined, all because you were afraid of cecaelia. He was spiraling fast. He smashed bottles and flipped his cauldron over in a fit of rage. He never hated having tentacles in his life but now he wanted to rip them all off. His blue blood leaking from his hands reminding him of his physical imperfection. If only he was born a merman like you... then I idea struck him.

Maybe reaching you wasn't impossible.

Pain, throbbing pain was all Kakyoin felt. His tentacles felt like they were ripped clean off, but it was worth it for the emerald and silver fish tail he had now. Kakyoin was stumbling around like a guppy trying to get used to their fins for the first time. It was taking some practice, but he was getting used to it. Soon he'd be perfect. Perfect for you. Once he's reeled you in, he'd show the real him, but by then

You can't escape

Kakyoin was positively giddy with all the feelings of love he felt for you. All he needed to do was find his beloved but make it seem like a coincidence. After all, you were naive but a bit skittish. All the more reason to keep you safe from dangerous creatures of the ocean and take a delicate approach to get to you. After observing you for so long he knew where you liked to go and when. By now you would be gathering human trinkets at the abandoned ship you frequently explored. He couldn't care less about humans and their dirty little tools, but you loved them so and he loved you. He received a particularly shiny trinket from a recent customer (victim), a shining bejeweled brooch. Something irresistible for a little merrow such as yourself. Kakyoin could practically see the big sparkling eyes you would make at such a priceless treasure.

Kakyoin swam over to a lopsided piece of wood to hide behind and think of how to approach you organically. Muttering to himself plan after plan unaware of the curious merrow eyeing the distressed merman. Kakyoin felt a tentative tap on the shoulder. He flushed as he made eye contact with his darling, who smiled so brightly at him. They were so beautiful when they smiled so sweetly at him. "Did you need help-oh you're that guy from the market um... Norisaki?" You remembered him... sort of. What a wonderful thing!

"Noriyaki, I'm surprised you remembered me." Kakyoin chuckled to himself. You smiled at him before blushing slightly. "It's kind of hard not to since our meeting was so embarrassing." You were the type to allow embarrassing moments to dwell in your head long after they occurred. It was quite cute. "It's quite alright neither of us were truly harmed. Are you usually so hard on yourself?" Your flushed face grew even more red with the last sentence. "Um...I hold my silence?" Kakyoin laughed at your meek response.

"That's quite alright... you know between you and me I happen to come to this sunken ship for human treasures." At the words "human treasures" your eyes lit up like bioluminescent phytoplankton at the thought of finding a kindred spirit. "I didn't know other merfolk liked human things, most of my friends call their things garbage." You looked down sadly as you finished your sentence, tracing the water rotted wooden beam in your hand. Kakyoin placed a hand of yours and stared at you with his mesmerizing purple eyes. "Some people don't understand something's value if it isn't immediately obvious." Kakyoin pulls out the glimmering brooch that shone in the filtered light of the ocean, bringing out the (e/c) of your eyes.

"It's absolutely beautiful." You marveled at the brilliant emeralds and rubies that made up the serpent pendent. In all your trips here, you had never found something so opulent before. Only thing close was a rusty spoon. Kakyoin noticed your eagerness with a tender smile. "You can have it if you want." You looked curiously at the merman seeing if he was being serious. "I'm not going to bite you; you can take it." Kakyoin smiled as the merrow hesitantly took the brooch from his outstretched hand. Yes, everything was going to plan, he imbued that brooch with magic so he could track where you go. Like the serpent in mythology, Kakyoin was not to be trusted.

"Thank you so much Nori!"

"You're welcome, my darling."

His plan was working smoothly as you were practically eating anything he told you straight from his palm. You were so sweet and trusting, it made his heart melt from fervent worship. He adored you more than anyone ever could, that alone should make him worthy of you. However, his fish disguise wore off after 48 hours and he'd be put through hell again to bring back the illusion. It wasn't the slightest bit healthy to keep this act up, but it would be all worth it in the end. When he had you safely in his arms.

His precious little mate

He'd find a way for you to have children, through magic or adoption. That way when you accept him you would be fully bound to each other. Forever. A blue flush covers his faces as he giggles to himself, oh you two would have so many wonderful years together! Just you and him and no one else.

Of course, there were a few road bumps Kakyoin needed to face first.

Your friends were skeptical of his intentions towards you as he looked familiar to a certain sea witch who was known for taking advantage of the poor souls who came to him out of sheer desperation. He couldn't let them continue to poison your mind with their deceitful words (where's the lie tho?). His amethyst eyes glinted with sadistic glee as one by one your friends were placed under his thumb as they came to him for help for problems he caused.

Poor darling, you had no idea why all your friends suddenly disappeared without a trace. The towns people became suspicious of you, thinking you were the reason all these merfolk disappeared. You were ripe with insecurity for Kakyoin to harvest. You fit perfectly in his arms as you sobbed about how life seemed to dole out more that your fair share of problems. "Kakyoin I don't know what I've done to deserve this, do you think my friends hate me?"

Hate you? No one could be capable of hating you, and the wretches who do will be swiftly dealt with. "They aren't worth your tears; good friends wouldn't disappear without telling you. Besides I'm here with you, aren't I?" You gave him that adorable grin that he loved so much. "You're right I have you."

Kakyoin was positively giddy as he swam around his lair, cleaning as best as he could. He convinced you to seek out the guidance of the Emerald Sea Witch, and you took it like the naive, trusting little thing you were. He couldn't wait to show you his real form and seal your souls together via contract. Humming a hypnotic tune to himself and swaying his tentacles sensually, he heard a sweet little frightened voice call out. "Hello, I'm looking for the Emerald Sea Witch."

Kakyoin swam to the darkest corner of his shadowy lair and grinned to himself. His hard work was paying off. Now to reel you in. "You've come to the right place little merrow." He purred sweetly to you. You looked confused as you heard the familiar voice, why did the witch sound like your friend. "My friend told me you might know about the recent disappearances of the merfolk."

He couldn't hold back his chuckle, he had to restrain himself from holding you in his tentacles and peppering you with kisses. You were just too precious. "You'll have to be more specific darling; merfolk are always going missing." You back into the merskeleton where he hangs his cloaks, causing you to squeak with fright. He should have put that away. You were trembling with fear, yet you balled your shaky fists with resolve. Turning to the direction Kakyoin was lounging you spoke shakily. "The merfolk who went missing were my friends, I would like to know if they are alive." The last part made your voice crack with sadness. Seeing you waste your tears on such scum made his cheeks color with rage.

Patience

Kakyoin steadied himself and spoke once more.

"I'll make a deal with you little merrow, I'll find your friends and even let you see them..." Your eyes lit up with glee before turning a bit skeptical. "What do you want in return?" Kakyoin smiled widely in the dark, just a little bit more and you'll be in his tentacles. "I want you to give me rare treasure." The treasure he was referring to was you, but he knew that you would foolishly think the pendant would suffice.

"Deal."

"Excellent, just sign here." Kakyoin snapped his fingers and a golden contract appeared in front of you. If you were smarter, you would notice the fine print entailing that the treasure in question, was your soul bound to his for eternity. You took the quill without hesitation and signed your name on the dotted line.

He did it!

You were his!

"Now where are my friends?" Kakyoin rolled a single vial to you, inside were the trapped souls of your friends crying for you to help them. You gasped in terror and attempted to flee. Two tentacles wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards him. "Not so fast my dear you haven't finished your end of the deal; I want my rare treasure."

You sobbed in terror at the appendages you hated your entire life, octopus were your kind's natural predator. "Take it, just let me go." You grabbed the broach out of your worn satchel and threw it in the witch's direction. "I thought you'd be smarter than that (Y/N)." It clicked as to who was the sea witch. "No." You wanted to curl up into a ball as Kakyoin laughed at the misery in your voice. "Now (Y/N) is that anyway to speak to an old friend."

Kakyoin stepped into the glowing light the cauldron produced making you cry out in fear, anger, and betrayal. "You're not my friend, you lied to me!" You pulled further a the grasp of the tentacles attempting to escape the red head, but he pulled you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck. "I know that I have been a bit dishonest with my method of courting you, but I promise to be more honest in the future." "People will come looking for me and you'll be sorry then!" Kakyoin looked you in your frightened (e/c) eyes and frowned. He then plucked the white ribbon from your hair and sent a magical current towards the town.

"No one will look for you if they think your dead my treasure." Kakyoin cooed gently. "Now then lets finish this courting process, I want us to officially become mates." This statement caused more sobbing from your end as a silver collar appeared around your neck.

"Why?" Was all you could muster. Kakyoin swayed hypnotically with you in his arms. "How couldn't I when you reeled me in."

Sorry if the ending sucked I just wanted to make room for new requests and start working more on my reincarnated sins posts and a cult village story with my own yandere ocs. I hope you enjoyed

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Jjba x Witch Reader part ?

Hello it’s been a while but i just thought id share this lol

Prosciutto: *walking into the kitchen* im going to pretend that i didnt…. Just see you rub your entire body with an egg.

You: it’s an egg clea-

Prosciutto: once again, i didnt see it.

Diego, coughing: one incense stick a day.

You: but it smells good

Diego: i cant smell the damn house if i cant breathe.

You: >:(

You: Leone, what happened to the glass of wine that was on my altar?

Abbacchio: *Mid-sip* nothinggg….

You:

Valentine: Really? Im looking for a holy corpse and you just asked a demon for money.

You: maybe you should ask for that “holy” corpse if it’s so important to you.

Valentine: i work for the things i want.

You:

Valentine:

You: maybe you should *work* on being a better president so you wouldn’t have to ask a corpse for help

Valentine:

Valentine: it’s different

You: it’s really not.

[changeling-after-dark]

I’m Starvin’, Darlin’ (Formaggio x Reader)

Who doesn’t love a mouthy man tied up and gagged ;3 This may or may not be part of a series I'm making ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

AFAB reader but gender neutral!! 18+ so if you're a minor please don't read this thx!

Vampire!Formaggio x Witch!Reader

It was always amusing to watch him writhe against the restraints as the heat sank its claws into his skin, and not even his supernatural strength could help him against the bonds of magic. Though the bit in his mouth may need to be reinforced after this session because you could hear it audibly creaking against his teeth's vicious grip. 

Finally he slumped against the ropes with a whine and those pathetic puppy red puppy dog eyes aimed straight for your heart. Unfortunately for him you couldn’t find mercy for him even when he looked so pitiful, because that’s exactly how you like him, pathetic. 

“Aw poor baby can’t get out of the ropes can you.” You croon with sadistic delight and his muffled attempt at talking only furthered your enjoyment of the situation. Ghosting touches down the cords holding him, you could see how he strained to shift the ropes so you’d touch him, too bad. You could almost taste the lust pouring from him in waves as the mating season shredded his soul with its need to spend itself in a warm body. 

Finally, deciding to have a smidge of mercy, you flutter touches down his torso and his audibly muffled groan heats your core further. “What is it darling, witch got your tongue?” You purr as you turn your touch vicious, dragging sharpened nails down his side. 

His hips bucked in response and he whined so loud for a split second you mused if you actually had a werewolf in your clutches rather than a vampire. Journeying down his torso to the top of his thigh you continued your torture, as you avoided where he needed and wanted you most. 

Applying sweet pressure to his inner thigh made him try once again to buck up into your grasp, but you quickly used magic to keep him stone still like an erotic statue. Slowly inching your way to his weeping cock you took him in a loose grip as you lazily stroked reddened and aching length. 

You couldn’t help but jeer, “Look at you so pathetic for me huh Formaggio?” at his needy moan you continued, “Look at how you strain to fuck my fist but you can’t can you? My personal fanged whore. All mine.” He looked ready to come just from your lazy pace as you degraded him and his hazy eyes couldn’t leave yours. 

Normally you’d drag this out for hours but need nipped at your heels and your little pet had been so good all week. He’d even been sweet even as the urge to take you festered under his skin and he begged you to bind him, not an unusual request. Casting aside your dress you crawl atop his sprawled form, watching his eyes haze further as he whimpered at the sight of your naked form. 

Teasingly rubbing your wetness across his cock you let his tip caress your clit deliciously until you felt you’d slicked him properly, and with practiced grace you sank down on his engorged length. Hissing as it stretched you to perfection you watched his head fly back as you rock letting your clit drag across his pelvic bone as you take him deeper once more. 

Feeling your own pleasure sing beneath your skin your bounces turn wild and hard as you fuck yourself on him, using him for your pleasure. You felt the pleasure winding itself tighter through your body and you slid a hand to your clit to quicken its winding. Formaggio took to whining and out right sobbing in pleasure as you rode him with supernatural strength, and you felt those vampiric pheromones warming your body, preparing it for his release. 

Balancing delicately on the edge of climax you took your last coherent thought and nicked your wrists allowing pretty crimson to drip onto Formaggio. He gasped and attempted to writhe as each crimson drop seemed to drive him further into a frenzy.

Suddenly and almost without warning an orgasm bowed you over so hard you almost stopped breathing and stars burst throughout your vision. Back arching viciously through your orgasm you felt as Formaggio spilled into you and faintly enjoyed the way he cried out. 

Falling forward with sated exhaustion you dismiss the bonds and gag with a flick of your finger, before letting yourself enjoy some cuddle time with Formaggio. After a few moments you felt him soften enough to slip from your sore and dripping core, so with another flick of your fingers you turned on the bath. 

You and your vampire deserved some bathroom TLC after such an electrifying and fantastic mating season. You could think of a few different things to do next season, and maybe you’d use your tentacle spell on him the next time you jumped your vampire.

[illubean]

Hii!! Im a new fan but i really REALLY. Like youre jjba series!!

But I was wondering if you could do part 3 jotaro x fem reader that has similar powers as Blair from soul eater (like begin able to transform into a cat, and begin a witch all that fun stuff) ?? 🙏🏼

have a having a good day/night!! ♡

( Sorry if I misspelled or if there's any typos english is not my first language (-ω-；). )

Jotaro W/ a Blair!Gf

Characters: Jotaro Kujo Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

GETTING MORE JOJO RQS WE'RE SO BACK

Warnings: mentions of nudity but like,,,not sexual?

the first time he saw you floating around on a pumpkin and blowing stuff up he assumed it was just some weird stand power he's never heard of

but when Avdol was like that is NOT a stand he was confused

bro hunted and pinned you down just so he could figure out wtf was going on

"it wouldn't be that fun if I just told you, pretty boy."

and he's like wtf why are u flirting with me

lets just say somehow you die in front of him then come back as a cat and boom you tell him you're just a cat with insane powers and you have 9 (well...now 8) lives

and now that he knows what you are he's satisfied i guess? still confused but if stands exist so can you

and now he cannot get rid of you >.<

you just follow him around and complain about how boring things have been and blah blah blah and bro is just like oh good grief

at one point he just stops trying to get rid of you

for some reason you're a lot more comfortable with being naked or wearing next to nothing than most people..

one time your top got destroyed in a fight and you walked around like that for god knows how long until Jotaro gave you his jacket with a "good grief"

once you guys get into a relationship he tries to make sure you keep all of your remaining lives

bro isn't so sure how he feels about you flirting your way through the market and getting free fish though...

he rather just pay for you then see some old guy make heart eyes at you

he always makes sure to stand behind you when you wear short skirts/shirts and glare at any man who even glances in your direction

will never admit it even if you ask him but bro gets a teeny bit jealous

he's like a silent, big and scary dog

[moonlightpetalz6]

Kinktober 2023 List!

Hello, Hello! This is my first time doing Kinktober, but I thought it would be fun and wanted to try it! (Please be nice; I'm fragile) Anyway, here is the list that I decided to go with! I hope it looks okay. (Idk why I'm so nervous to post this)

Side Note: All of these will of course come with warnings for the content written!

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Sebastian (Stardew Valley) X reader -Praise Kink 

Yuma Mukami (Diabolik Lovers) X reader -Vampire 

Tetsurō Kuroo (Haikyuu) X reader -Punishment 

Dio Brando (JJBA) X Virgin reader -stygiophilia

Belphegor (Obey Me) X reader -Somnophilia 

Sekido (Demon Slayer) X reader -electrostimulation 

Choso (JJK) X reader -Blood kink

Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece) X reader -Food play 

Dad Mammon (Obey Me) X mom reader -Lactation 

Original Ryomen Sukuna (JJK) X Witch reader 

Megumi Fushiguro (JJK) X reader -Wax play 

Demon Kyōjurō Rengoku  (Demon Slayer) X reader -Breeding 

Leonidas (Record of Ragnarok) X reader -Size kink 

Raihan X reader x Leon (Pokemon) -Cuckolding 

Satoru Gojo (JJK) X reader -Phone sex 

Switch Goku (Dragon Ball) X switch reader - Marking 

Vegeta (Dragon Ball) X reader - Dacryphelia 

Ryota Kise (KNB) X reader - katoptronophilia

Smoker (One Piece) X pirate reader -Nebulophilia 

Taiju Shiba (Tokyo Revengers) X reader -corruption kink

Dragon Natsu Dragneel X reader x Dragon Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail) 

Camboy Suguru Geto (JJK) X Camgirl reader - Edging 

Poseidon (Record of Ragnarok) X reader -Humiliation 

Kento Nanami (JJK) X reader -Pet play

Hotaru Haganezuka (Demon Slayer) X reader -Aphrodisiac 

Shunsui Kyōraku (Bleach) X reader -Blackmail 

Toji Fushiguro (JJK) X reader -Fingering 

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach) X bunny espada reader -Primal play 

Loki (Record of Ragnarok) X human reader -Degradation 

Karaku (Demon Slayer) X human reader -Overstimulation 

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) X reader -Pegging 

[vampprincessofyourdreams]

INTRODUCTION (*^‿^*)

HELLO ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Basic information + WHAT I DO!!!

My name is Vivica(not my real name ofc) and I sometimes go by Victoria(Vic or Vicky for short) or as VP(vampire princess)

I’m a HUGE fan of Vic Fuentes and pierce the veil in a general

I mainly use tumblr to post my oc’s lore and etc

I’m a minor; would feel more comfortable if only people ages 14-17 interacted with me :p

I’m an artist and mainly draw my oc’s

I go by He/They mainly but She/Her is good as well

I’m non-binary and a lesbian

I’m Hispanic (MEXICAN)

As well as being an artist I also am a writer and if asked I will consider writing and or drawing something ^3^

I write mainly about my own characters but I also enjoy writing oneshots/hcs(I have written fan-fiction before and still do 0_o)of the fandoms I’m in but it’s only fem or gn reader bc I don’t know or feel comfortable writing male reader I’ll do specific pronouns if it is necessary but it’ll essentially be gender neutral

I don’t use tumblr much so I might post something every other week or so.

Boundaries

-the only time I will refuse a writing request is if it’s nsfw or any form of dead dove that involves sexual acts or minor x adult

-I only write fluff and angst

-I mainly write WLW in a fluffy way, I’ll occasionally write male character x female reader as long as it doesn’t involve any form of queer erasure

-i will not write anything that associate with profiction as fiction does affect reality even if you want to deny it.

-if you are a mdni acc please don’t interact because dni goes BOTH ways

Fandoms I’m in :o)

Homestuck

The Legend of Korra

Avatar: the last airbender

Lars the emo Kid(IM THE NUMBER ONE FAN)

Left 4 dead (I love the witch sooooo much I draw her sometimes)

Creepypasta (first fandom ever)

InuYasha (I hate that Rin ends up with sesshomaru)

FNAF

FNAFHS(ifykyk)

Record of Ragnarok

JJBA

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Evilous chronicles

One piece

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Magi: the labyrinth of magic

Bleach

Fear and hunger(I love D’arce…)

MORE…

PROJECTS IM WORKING ON (^^)

Necromancer’s Opera

-Fictional Story based on my oc’s who are in a visual kei band!1!1!1!

Serpents tree

-fantasy story that is mainly gonna be text and one drawing every 400 words or so!

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AND THATS IT :3

[bellarosethefangirl]

Here's a Halloween themed NSFW scenario: Jolyne and her shy boyfriend are at a Halloween party when she drags him away somewhere private as she was horny wants to fuck now and her boyfriend goes along with it.

Sure thing! I’ve been busy. It's late but I couldn't pass up writing for my waifu.

“Halloween Fun”

Jolyne x Shy Boyfriend 🦋Scenario

Warning: NSFW 🔞 Below ❗️

Jolyne has been excited for this Halloween party. She was prepared since she had done her makeup and her costume was ready. She wore high heal boots and a black mini skirt with a orange long sleeve filled with heart shaped holes. She went as a witch, wearing a mini witch hat with her outfit. She wore her hair down but left her signature braided buns. Her orange lipstick finished her look for the Halloween party. She looked forward to seeing her friends and tagging along with her boyfriend. She waited for you to pick her up.

When you arrived she greeted you with a kiss to the cheek and chatted with you on the way there. At the party the both of you greeted all your friends. They each wore costumes except for Weather Report. Everyone was playing beer bong while Foo Fighters was drinking water bottles at the punch table. You being the shy man you are headed to the punch bowl away from others.

After Jolyne was done playing a round of beer pong she teased Ermes for losing the bet. As the next round with Ermes and Wheather began Jolyne went looking for you. She felt the affects of the drinking but not enough to affect her too much. When she found you she immediately went towards you with many thoughts plaguing her mind about you. Such as how attractive you're looking and how she'd like to drag you to the closet with her. She felt incredibly needy and nothing sounded hotter than doing it in the closet. She never cared if she got caught or others saw her naked, especially around you. She slipped her tiny panties in one of her boots so she wouldn't lose them again.

As you're quietly sipping your punch you felt Jolynes needy hands touching your torso. She slipped her hands under your shirt and kissed your neck. You gasped from the unexpected touches but you’re thankful no one heard. You looked around, thankful no one saw. Jolyne made you groan when she continued her kisses and touches. They weren't as teasing as usual but it was enough to get you interested in her suggestion she whispered.

"Let's go to the closet I want to show you something." She grabbed your hand dragging you.

She knows how shy you are so she didn't let you respond as she shushed you with her finger pressed to your lips. You knew what she was up to. Her eyes said it all. Inside the closet she wasted no time as she pressed you to the door kissing you. Her orange lip prints cover your neck and lips by now but you have not a care in the world as you held her against your frame.

Jolyne enjoys your shyness and so she pressed your hands under her skirt. She teased you when you realized she wasn't wearing panties. When you asked she simply removed them from one of her boots and placed them in your hands.

"I didn't mean to put them in my hands!" Your deep voice whispered-yelled.

"Then why did you ask if you didn't want them?" She giggled.

Jolyne placed them back into her boot for safe keeping. You knew why she wore the small lacy ones. Jolyne loves to tease you. Your the first shy person she's dated so she likes getting reactions out of you. She placed her hand down your pants.

"You're so easy turning on, sweetie."

"Hey wait-!" Your deep voice was cut off with her next actions.

Before you could say another word your pants were down. You go along with it, least she teases you more and starts making you beg. You don't need others at the party hearing your whines or begging. Jolynes teasing is enough.

"No need to be shy. We're going to make some love after all."

"With how rough you are. You sure, Joylne baby?"

"How could I resist?" She grins wrapping her long legs around your hips. "You're a catch." Her pointed hat falls off due to her little jump but she didn't seem to care as she looked over your handsome features.

You give her a sweet smile as you look over her pretty face. Her eyes are such a lovely shade of green. Her loving eyes are longing for your next move. Whether you're taller or shorter than Joylne she didn't weigh much so you could easily carry her at eye level. Her strong grasp around your broad shoulders indicate how ready she is. Not being able to wait another moment longer with your gorgeous girlfriend in your arms, you shyly bury your face in her shoulder and begin.

Jolyne enjoyed your soft moans and how hot your cheeks felt every time she pulled you in for a loving kiss. Feeling your face blush was fulfilling for her. She wished she could hear your loud moans and groans. She knew you would keep quiet since you’re both in the closet. She continued kissing your neck but this time she left a few marks. You’re sure they’d be there for a week or so.

Carrying Jolyne in this position felt so blissful from how she held you. Her arms are loving and her moans are so needy. She kept whimpering your name between her moans. She tugged at your hair since your thrusts were particularly rough. She is very needy so she bounces with each of your thrusts. She has good upper body strength so pretty soon she places her hands on the wall for support caging you between her. She roughly rides you with your help. You use your own strength to help her bounce up and down onto your member.

Watching her in your grasp was erotic because her expressions were so breathtaking. She was sweaty, lipstick smeared, and her bangs became frizzy. It made for a messy yet sexy look for your girlfriend. Jolyne admired how you threw your head back or the way in which your Adam’s apple pointed upward as she observed your neck full of orange lip prints from her lips. The desire to kiss you consumed her and she kissed you as you help her bounce on your length.

You two disappeared from the party for a while but were thankful no one caught you both. You two ended up looking so disheveled it would’ve been obvious what you both were up to. You two ended up fixing yourselves in the bathroom. Of course it took a while sneaking to the bathroom since you two were on the floor inside of the closet catching your breaths.

Jolyne fixed your messy hair and used a makeup wipe to remove her lip prints off of your neck. She would smirk here and there as she looked over the marks she left behind. She fixed your clothes and cooed making remarks about how handsome you are to her.

“I love you so much, darling.”

You give her a compliment in return and help her with her crooked bangs. You grab a wipe to clean off the sweat from her body. She is currently sitting on the counter beside the sink since her body is so tired from earlier. She grabs your hand affectionately with both of her delicate hands while you’re tidying her up.

Either you’re looking up or downwards at her angelic features. Her big smile welcomes you to a kiss before you two leave the bathroom but before leaving she realizes she lost her panties. She isn’t shocked as this isn’t the first time to happen to her but she asks if you’ve seen them. Inspecting her boots you notice they’re gone.

While you’re distracted an idea brews in her head and she starts getting bashful. She scratches her cheek with a polished black finger. She then plays with her fingers bashfully before making the suggestion.

“Since they’re missing maybe we could head to the backseat of your car and you know..” She paused, knowing you would get the hint. You’re shocked so you don’t respond immediately. “C’mon cutie, only one more time. Please my beloved? I need you.” She begs in a sweet tone.

You immediately look over to her with a surprised reaction but she looks so cute you’re unable to deny her. She is embarrassed but it seems she is shy about more than she’s leading on. Jolyne isn’t so much of a bashful girlfriend. She’s looking at her lap before looking back at you. She pulls you closer to her.

“Anything for you Jolyne, but is there more? You seem so embarrassed.”

“I was going to ask if you could carry me. I’m unable to and my boots are incredibly high. I don’t want to fall.”

Finally understanding her embarrassment you also find yourself blushing. You hadn’t realized how rough you both might’ve been. As you carry her she makes some suggestions for positions while you walk. She whispers them for only your ears, knowing your shyness. She personally has no shame but she whispers out of respect for you. You go along with it hoping not another soul heard the conversation.

[melodux]

Kinktober 2021: Day 7 - Incubus!Josuke

Incubus!Josuke having his way with a Witch!FemReader

N-sfw text and Ao3 link under the cut.

cw: demons/incubus, aphrodisiacs, dubcon, oral, penetration

Note that none of the kinktober prompts are beta read.

“A familiar? Please,” The smoke clears as he advances closer. You see that he’s naked from the waist-down as well. A blush erupts on your face, and you backpedal to keep your distance. “You witches use willpower in your magic, right? The candles, the offering,” He trails off before he backs you against the wall. Leaning down, his face is centimeters from yours. “You wanted this.”

“Okay, that should do it!” you affirm to yourself, giving a marked page in your grimoire one last look-over before closing it and setting it aside. You’re so very excited for your first familiar. You’ve been practicing your craft for a while now. Summoning your own familiar will be a step up to becoming a more experienced witch.

You take a few deep breaths to get the feel of the air around you. Though not very scenic, or nature-filled, the basement you chose as your summoning ground is perfect. The floor is big enough for your circle, including all the ingredients, and offerings. The enclosed space will keep your familiar within reach - you’ve heard stories of them bolting into the woods right after summoning. With minimal distractions, your familiar will focus on bonding with you, until you feel comfortable enough to bring it into the world.

Your steady, deep breathing continues. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch the flames flicker in the center of tens of candles, the only light source in the room. Visualizing the types of creatures you’d like as a helper, you close your eyes, then touch your fingertips to the circle.

A smoky, citrus scent reaches your nose, and a voice fills your ears. “Well this is a surprise. Usually it’s a desperate housewife wishing really hard in the middle of the night,” it says.

Light smoke clouds your vision when your eyes snap open, so you stand to get a better view. Something human-shaped and flesh colored stands in your way. A human? No, this can’t be right, you think to yourself in a panic.

“I get the occasional man in denial, too,” he continues. A pair of eyes peer down at you. They shift between dark blue, purple, and red depending on how the candlelight hits them.

You stare up at his handsomely angled face, mouth agape. His dark hair is done up in a loose pompadour, and muscles cascade down his biceps and pectorals. Plump, soft-looking lips barely hide the fangs in his mouth when he smirks.

He reaches for your face with a clawed hand to trace your bottom lip with his thumb, “Such a pretty mouth for me to use.”

“No!” You shout as you tear away from him. Snatching your book from the floor, you scramble to reach your marked page. “There must be some mistake. I was trying to-”

You’re interrupted by him when he rips your grimoire from you by its spine, tossing it aside. Your last defense against him, gone.

“A familiar? Please,” The smoke clears as he advances closer. You see that he’s naked from the waist-down as well. A blush erupts on your face, and you backpedal to keep your distance. “You witches use willpower in your magic, right? The candles, the offering,” He trails off before he backs you against the wall. Leaning down, his face is centimetres from yours. “You wanted this.”

“An Incubus…”

“That’s right, sweetie,” He confirms with a wink. “You can call me Josuke. Now, do you wanna tell me what you want me to do to you? Or should I take care of you here?”

“...” You’re stunned into silence, trying to concentrate on how to fix your mistake. The demon’s entrancing beauty derails your thought process again and again.

“What, no response? Are you a virgin?” Josuke hardly waits for a response before rolling his eyes with a smile. “You don’t have to answer that. Your body will tell me.” his last line is whispered on your lips before he captures them in an intense kiss.

A tingling heat invades your mouth when his tongue starts to dance with yours. It spreads to your brain at a dizzying rate. You feel it in your fingertips, down to your thighs. You whine into the kiss as your knees almost give out. The demon breaks the kiss with a chuckle, his claws trail around your neck. His touch is the only thing cooling your heated skin. You want more. Your brain’s summons enough power to remind you of the aphrodisiacs in an incubus’s kiss before giving into instincts.

Sharp nails drag down the front of your dress, shredding it. The tiniest voice inside you laments that you really liked that dress. Any distress fizzles out when Josuke dots electric kisses down your collarbone, to your nipples, giving each one a good suck before moving lower. The tingles his saliva leaves behind hardens the little buds in an instant

Pausing before he reaches your core, the incubus hoists one of your thighs over each of his shoulders. With your back against the wall, his face makes for an impromptu seat, allowing him to delve his tongue straight into your entrance. You swear your pussy vibrates with his touch.

Unable to stop yourself, you give a high-pitched whine. In response, Josuke flicks his tongue up to your clit, drawing small circles around it. He goes back and forth between tongue-fucking you, and tickling your clit, increasing his speed while he watches your eyes glaze over with lust, and pleasure. His long, skinny tail, tipped with a heart, swishes back and forth like the demon is enjoying this. It’s not long before your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips grind on his face, but the way his lips grip your sensitive little button allows him to hold on for the ride. The sensations of friction from Josuke’s mouth, with the icy-hot staccato prickles, make it feel like your orgasm never washes away. Your hand flies to your face to keep in any moans that threaten to spill from your lips.

“You’re so cute,” the demon chides once he lets go. The shine of your arousal on his chin catches your eye. He moves your legs off of him, and you quickly discover that your legs work as well as pudding. You would’ve collapsed if Josuke didn’t scoop you up into his arms. A fang drags along the lobe of your ear,  making you shiver. “No one can hear you down here.”

Josuke sets you down gently in the center of your drawn circle. The candles surround the two of you like a protective halo. He kneels between your legs, taking his time to simply toy with your body. Tweaking your nipples, trailing his nails along your sides, measuring the sorts of reactions he’s drawing out of you.

“Before I forget,” he leans down to your cunt once more, but something sharp and sizzling digs into your thigh. It’s quick, over in a heartbeat.

“Wha-” is all you can muster, looking down at him raising to his knees again, still in a daze.

“Leaving my mark on you. Y’know, in case your cute self screws up again, and you summon some other incubus.”

Too stimulated to ask more, you lower your head back down.

Something blunt and warm drags along your wet slit, then prods at your entrance. This is the only warning you receive before an immense pressure slides inside you. You didn’t get a chance to see exactly what this demon is packing, but you can certainly feel it now. Josuke grips your hips as he finds a rhythm with ease. His cock sliding along your inner walls fucks any thought from your mind.

“Who knew you’d get so wet from me eating you out? You’re pretty tight, but your pussy accepted me no problem.”

“So good…”

“Yeah? I knew this position would be best for you.”

His speed increases, and his tail curls around to reach between your bodies. A few strokes of the incubus’s tail tip along your engorged clit is all it takes to send you over the edge again. This time you let yourself scream, arching your back wantonly. An electric feeling courses through your body, rewiring your brain to only think of the fat dick fucking you. It keeps going, and you feel as though you’re melting into the concrete.

Josuke’s hips still after a few grunts. He looks much less disheveled than you. Less sweaty, less breathless. “Wanna go for round two? I’m not like human guys, I can stay hard aaallll niiight,” he purrs.

You say nothing, concentrating on catching your breath, your skin tingling so sweetly as the clouds of heaven let you back down to earth slowly.

“Aww, I think one is enough,” he coos before rising to his feet.

Sleep tugs heavily at your eyelids. Against your returning better judgement, you let them close.

“You should mess up more often. ‘Till next time, sweetie.”

Josuke’s words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33792970/chapters/85789780

[anxious-changeling]

GN Witch!Reader x Familiar!Crusaders (-Joseph)

We hope you enjoy this!!! We put a lot of love into it!

Avdol

His animal form is a Partridge Rock Chicken!

The only traits he carries from his animal form is small feathers dusting his cheekbones!

You met him while you were walking around Cairo and just happened to feel a pull towards a curtained area.

Following the pull you found yourself in front of a fortune tellers booth, a beautiful man seated behind a table.

With a kind smile he welcomed you to sit and have your fortune read, you could almost feel the electricity crackle in the air.

When he grabbed your hand it felt like lightning had struck you. You knew what he was and he knew what you were. A witch and an unbound familiar staring into one another eyes.

Still he amused you with a palm reading reading of coming good fortune and a lifetime of happiness. With a hint of mischief coloring his voice while saying the latter.

You proposed him the idea of him becoming your familiar to which he agreed after some bargaining. Such as what days he would be employed and what he could and couldn’t do!

He told you of his previous witch, a cruel woman named Enyaba, who would clip his wings so he couldn’t fly. A sad fate for such a beautiful bird.

In his chicken form he’s very cuddly and makes adorable cooing noises when you pet him.

He looks so cute when he falls asleep on your lap as you read from a grimoire you recently bought. Burrowing deeper into your warmth subconsciously as you idly fun your hand over his feathers.

He’s the perfect familiar and the perfect partner, attentive to your every need and attuned to your aura!

He’ll be your loving guardian against any spirits that may try to target you! Beings with malicious intent don’t stand a chance against him!

He specializes in fire magic and reading the auras of the world! Making him perfect for monitoring potions that are volatile!

He likes to show you all the little designs he can make with his fire magic. He loves even more the look of your face illuminated by his flames~

Has a fire elemental he calls Magicians Red that likes to follow him around! Going as far to take orders from him.

Once Magicians Red grows to like you it’ll lean down to let you sift your fingers through it soft head feathers!

Fully expect MR to join you and Avdol to cuddle! Personal furnace right there! Great in winter, intolerable in summer.

Polnareff

His animal form is a Stoat!

Carries his ears and tail from his animal form into his human form! When his hair is down it’s easier to see his ears since they aren’t covered up!

You met Polnareff while sitting in a local cafe, where he had approached you boldly to flirt. When he grabbed your hand to plant a kiss on the back, spark flew.

You could only stare in shock at one another before he grinned largely in joy! An unbound familiar finding a witch, what a lucky day!

You sat in the cafe for hours learning about one another, and eventually you extended the offer for him to become your familiar!

He accepted enthusiastically and thus you set off on your adventures!

He had a previous witch who he was bound to, known as Mariah, but she passed leaving him unbound for a long time.

He’s just as playful in his animal form as he is in human form, and enjoys rough housing with you! He likes to be tossed in the air and caught!

Likes pull pranks by hiding under furniture and farting out to nip at your ankles as you pass!

He enjoys being in contact with you someway, whether it be an arm over your shoulder or his head in your lap.

If you’ve been over working yourself on a potion he’ll whine loudly demanding your attention. He wants your attention but also knows you need a break.

He specializes in earth magic and spell casting! He is a vital help during long spell casting sessions as he helps balance you.

He’s a very affectionate and kind partner making sure to never overstep your boundaries!

Beware anything that sets its eyes upon you with malicious intent because he’ll make sure to tear them asunder.

Has a metal Gollum named Silver Chariot bound to him and it follows him everywhere, silently like a shadow.

Chariots emotions compared to humans is very muted, but if he feels affection for you he will hold onto you.

Chariot shows his affection through gifts and will often present you with flowers he’s found!

You make his bonded one happy which makes him happy! It also helps you’re kinda to him and give him gifts too! He cherishes every treasure you’ve gifted him!

Jotaro

His animal form is a Moray Eel! He’s also quite large for his species coming in at 6 feet long!

The traits he carries from his animal form are that his teeth are sharper than normal!

You met Jotaro while lazing in a secluded cove soaking in the sun. Charging a few crystals for an upcoming major spell.

You barely heard him enter but you did feel when he passed your rune barrier.

You had expected to see maybe a minor demon or a pixie, but not a hulking man who’s cold glare pierced you.

You both exchanged words as the adrenaline wore out, and you just waved him off so you could enjoy the sun without him.

He scoffed shouldering you as he walked past, electricity ran through you both. Like a live wire had hit your skin.

To be an unbound familiar this close to a witch could be dangerous when caught off guard in a secluded area.

So when Jotaro whirled around to bare his teeth at you, he was surprised to find you moving to sit back down. Didn’t you want to enslave him to you?

After a few hours of coexisting on the beach you break the ice asking questions. Sometimes he’d grunt in response or answer in rambling sentences. What an enigmatic creature.

You learned that his last witch had been a hideous woman named Midler. He had been wandering unbound for many years, ignoring every witch who begged to become bound to him.

Humming you told him that your homes open to him and left your address on the sands as you left for home. Faintly feeling blue eyes drilling into your retreating form.

Weeks later as you sat slouched over a grimoire taking notes, you heard someone pounding on your door.

When you answered the door you found yourself face to face with none other than Jotaro.

After sitting him down and going through the motions of being a host you began to talk.

He laid out his demands, days he could and couldn’t fulfill his duties, and his boundaries. You beamed at him while signing the contract agreeing to your partnership, kick starting a wonderful future!

It took a bit for mutual comfort to happen but in the end it’s well worth the wait!

Jotaro compliments your spellcasting style and is an excellent potion making assistant! Both of you taking your craft very seriously.

When your relationship takes a slow turn to partnership neither of you are surprised!

Jotaro isn’t much for outward displays but he does like to show his appreciation through gifts. He’ll drop a new griomoire he acquired in you lap saying it was an “accidental buy”.

If you’re sick he’ll call up his mother to get her soup recipes. He’ll complain as he does but you know he really doesn’t mind it.

He specializes in water magic and energy manipulation making it easier for him to control volatile spells! He’s also very proficient in drawing spell circles with near perfect precision!

Has a minor water deity named Star Platinum that always follows him around much to his annoyance.

While Jotaro isn’t affectionate Star very much is and makes up for Jotaro in that aspect!

Star will twirl you around gleefully and enjoys hanging off of you as you read or spell cast!

Both Jotaro and Star would tear apart the world with their bare hands to ensure your safety.

Kakyoin

His animal form is a Orchid Mantis!

He doesn’t retain any traits of his animal form in human form except for some pink dusted here and there!

You first met Kakyoin at your local library as you scoured the shelves for your favorite book.

As you went to grab the book a slender hand grabbed it first. Silently huffing you turned to swear at the thief but found yourself face to face with an interesting man.

He already started to walk away but you felt something pulling at your gut to stop him.

As you grabbed his wrist you felt electricity hum through you and his pupils expanded in surprise.

He tugged his hand out of your grasp and took long strides to the check out and out the door.

Well that’s one way to make an impression on a witch. You by instinct wanted to race after him but your gut anchored your feet as you watched him flee.

You didn’t run into him for many months, a careful unbound familiar who had no doubt been mistreated in the past.

You didn’t actively seek him out but it seemed that fate put its back into dragging you two together.

You found the strange man at your door one morning bloody and bruised badly. Hauling his lanky form onto your couch you got to work fixing him up.

Spell after spell you cast and even eased mild healing potions down his throat. Now all left to do was wait, so that’s what you did.

Curled up on your armchair with the newest grimoire to your collect you began reading. It took him a few hours but finally he began to stir.

He looked defensive as his purple eyes scanned your living room. Eyeing you warily as you slowly stretched from your arm chair.

As you explained what had happened and how you treated him the calmer he became. He also explained he just came to the closest house after he was attacked. A low level demon having gotten the jump on him as he slept.

You happily welcomed him to stay in your heavily warded home, which is near impossible to break into. He hesitantly took your offer and so began your journey with your new roommate!

It took months of tip toeing around one another before he finally approached you with a deal. Very clearly and sternly laying out his boundaries and expectations.

You gladly welcome his into the bond, celebrating by making a nice meal! After many years you finally had a familiar!

He helps a lot to cover the areas you lack in and help mishaps before they happen! If one side of the spell isn’t reinforced he’s there working on it! Making sure it won’t backfire in your face!

In his mantis form Kakyoin is content in just punching on you as you go about doing what you need to! He doesn’t enjoy touch as much as others but enjoys your warmth!

Enjoys looking at the outside world from his smaller perspective, behind glass and wards of course can’t have a bird snatching him!

It takes a while for Kakyoin to allow himself to court you and at first he’s very cautious. Aware of your ever movement, but as he get more comfortable he opens up more!

He enjoys holding hands with you and resting his head in your lap as you read or watch tv.

Enjoys baking for you because he’s a horrible cook. He enjoys making a great variety of desserts and you are his personal taste tester!

If you become sick he’ll show how he can make a mean chicken noodle soup from scratch. The only dish he can’t mess up when cooking!

Is a helicopter partner when you’re sick, worried if he takes his eyes off of you he’ll miss something!

He specializes in air magic and has a keen eye for plant identification! Making him useful very useful when you go foraging!

Has a bonded nature spirit named Hierophant Green that follows him wherever he goes. They’re very attached to one another.

Hierophant will be very wary of you for a long time, but as he sees that you treat Kakyoin well it’ll win his favor.

Once Hierophant becomes attached there’s letting go, he’ll follow you everywhere demanding pets.

He lets off a strangely high pitched purr when you pet him and wraps around you protectively at home.

Hierophant and Kakyoin would sacrifice the whole universe to make sure you stay safe.

Holy shit that’s.. long. We hope you enjoyed and we bid you a good morning/afternoon/evening! A lot of love went into this piece :D

[thejojosanctuary]

Hello yes I recently found this blog and, honestly??? I love it so much???? The writing is AMAZING??? Yall do such a great job ahhhh!!!! 💞👌I wanted to request some HCs for Magenta Magenta who falls in love with someone who noticed he was underwater and like helped him get rescued??? (But like,,, this happens years later so they also have to help him figure out how things work nowadays??? Idk, I'm sorry if this is too specific and/or confusing, hopefully I got my point across hsndjs 😅💦)

oh boy I have been WAITING to finish this one. First off THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS!!! But also thank you so much for the request was so much fun to write for like HELL YEAH I’M DOWN FOR THIS IDEA~!!! It wasnt too specific at all it was excellently written! And I hope that the waiting was well worth it~!

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Your trip to the Delaware river was supposed to be for a break. You’d been cooped up for so long that you’d been starting to get antsy, so the idea of getting away for the day and getting some fresh air was too pleasing of a prospect to pass up. There’s no denying that the choice of location alone was well worth the trip; the treeline that spans either side feels like you’re just a little bit separated from the rest of the world, and even following the main roads you’ve got a perfect view of the river that stretches out for miles as you find a nice spot to sit down and rest for a little while. It’s a nice change to get away from the bustling normalcy of everyday life, and when you glance out over the water you can already feel yourself relaxing as you admire how the water’s clean enough that you can see the bottom clear as day. Yeah, you think, this trip was definitely worth it.

...Until you spot something at the bottom of the river.

You have to squint to see if you’re really seeing something - and sure enough there’s some kind of purply-blue shape drifting close to the bottom. It’s not moving, so you can only imagine that it’s tethered down in some way, but it’s still bizarre. Sure, people have dumped or lost thing in the river before - big things, important things - but this doesn’t look like any kind of rubbish you can point out at a glance. If anything it looks vaguely...human shaped; if you squint, you swear you can almost make out a mop of black curls, and clothes, and a face - oh fuck that’s actually a person.

Perhaps you should have put more thought into the absurdity of the situation - a human at the bottom of the river, even if that were the case, would have been long dead by now. And yet you don’t even think of that, not for a second. The only thing you’re thinking about is the hope that you’re as good enough at holding your breath as you think you are as you shuck off anything that’ll weigh you down - shoes, coat, bag - and dive headfirst into the water. The cold is a shock to your system, and almost makes you rear back and race back up, but once you’re down there and see that your eyes weren’t just deceiving you, you know that there’s no turning back.

Seeing the person up close is jarring. Not only were you right, but he looks perfectly normal; minus the scarred face, odd clothes and wires pulled taught around the figure, you could have pretended that this was just a person that you’d see on the street. It doesn’t strike you until then that the thought occurs to you that you’re potentially looking at a dead body, and suddenly you’re beginning to regret this decision. You should have waited back on the riverbank - maybe call for help. Surely there’s people who come to take things out of the river, right? Your phone’s still back on shore so maybe it’s not too late to- wait, did he just open his eyes?! Sure enough, what you assumed was the trick of the light was actually this person opening their eyes; no, not just opening, he’s blinking, watching you.

It takes a beat to stop yourself from screaming at the revelation and wasting precious oxygen, so you throw your fear momentarily to the side and pull one of the boldest (or stupidest) moves of your life.

You grab onto this weird, somehow alive man and kick your feet off of the river bed, dragging him up to the surface. Never have you been more grateful that the river’s just shallow enough here, because he’s heavy, and the time it takes just to clear a few feet of water has you gasping desperately for air by the time you breach the surface. Your lungs burn and your arms ache as you claw your way back onto the riverbank, dragging the body alongside you until you’re far enough onto land that you don’t have to worry about him being accidentally dragged back in. The cold settles into your soaked clothes quickly, but even shaking like a leaf you’re quick to scramble over to your bag, pulling out your phone and pulling up every emergency number that you know. Who do you even call about this? The hospital? Some kind of guard? The morgue?

A gloved hand catches onto your shirt and you finally find the voice to scream, eyes darting down to the stranger you’ve just ‘saved’. He’s alive, at least, but now that he’s out of the water you can tell that he’s worse for wear, eyes unfocused his eyes lazily ghost over your figure. It’s like he knows you’re there, but is seeing you as someone else, muttering incoherently - something about ‘Dio’ and ‘knew you’d come help’ and ‘kept me waiting’. That’s the final nail in the coffin, balancing your ringing phone between your ear and your shoulder as you awkwardly maneuver around the stranger’s grip, turning your focus to getting him out of those damn wires while you wait for help to arrive.

Which is what leads to you sitting in the guest chair of a hospital room a few hours later, watching this strange man you’d fished out of the river steadily work through the complimentary tray of tissues, hospital food and juice like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. You’re guessing it would be, if you’d spent the past few decades trapped at the bottom of a river. It’s almost too much to wrap your head around, and you’d had to talk the hospital staff out of another evaluation when he’d spouted it out during his physical. Perhaps it was just a side effect of lack of oxygen, causing some kind of delirium of hallucination?

And yet as much as you want to pass it off as a wild story too much is adding up for you to not at least believe him a little bit. He talks about ‘his time’ a lot, namely things about the Steel Ball Run race that was underway around the time that he got caught. You’re aware of the event - even in the modern day it pops up every once in a while, be it in history class or by reading the biographies of the racers and the movie adaptions that sprung from it. The race itself was a bizarre event in time in hindsight, but to meet someone who was alive back when it was running? Not to mention learning what the true motive of the race really was?

Wow...just, wow.

What do you even do with the knowledge that one of the most popular political figures in the 1890’s was actually trying to collect the body of a saint and sent multiple assassins after two contestants leading to the deaths of multiple people? This guy (who you find out is called Magenta Magenta) is more than willing to spill the details of what little he’d been let in on now that he doesn’t have to worry about any backlash from it. At first he was despondent and still mumbling something about the race and getting help, but by the time he’d come to his senses it was like a switch had been flicked, and his personality couldn’t have been more different from the dazed way he was acting just hours before - one that’s more than happy to talk about whatever comes to mind. At least, he’s happy to talk about it until the reality sets in - he’s fascinated when you break the news to him that he’s not in the 1800’s anymore, but there’s a telltale lull in the conversation when the inevitable question comes up - what’s he going to do once he’s free to go? Where’s he going to go from here?

To your place, apparently. 

As if saving him wasn’t enough, you offer him a place to stay till he can find some way to get back onto his feet. You couldn’t help it - his expression just looked so lost, and your heart just dropped thinking about how lonely and maddening it must have been to be stuck with nothing but yourself and your thoughts for years - centuries, even. There was another part of you that was morbidly curious to learn more about him, which is one of the driving forces that leads to you extending your offer of a place to stay.

The first few days living with him is a learning experience for everyone involved. Magenta Magenta’s very clingy from the moment that he’s been discharged, which you suppose you can understand since he’s been stuck on his own for such a long period of time.He pretty much follows you all over your home like a lost puppy, constantly picking things up that catch his attention and prodding you for details about it. At one point he gets his hands on the remote for the TV and suddenly you’ve got him flicking through every single channel on the damn thing, constantly jumping back and forth between messing with the buttons even when he’s not actively watching the screen. 

Gonna tell you from the get go, Magenta Magenta hates sleeping alone, and you find this out when your bedroom door cracks open in the middle of the night, followed moments later by a tentative “Heyyy, are you awake~?” You don’t know how to feel about sharing a room with someone who’s essentially a stranger, but it makes you feel better when he insists that he can sleep on the floor in the furthest corner of the room if it’ll make you comfortable. And that’s what the arrangement becomes - with him setting up camp on an air mattress and all of the blankets and pillows that you can spare.

You learn quickly that the internet is a great way to keep him occupied. Youtube’s been your best friend from the moment that you found out that he has a fondness of airplanes. When you heard him ramble about them for the first time you were quick to pull out your phone, bringing up the newest aircraft compilation and tossing the device over to him. And he. Was. TRANSFIXED. It took a long while working him through the controls (and how to work a mobile in general) before you were content leaving him on his own with the device, but he loved watching things on it, especially those TV shows that go over daily life at airports and working as a pilot. You had to break it to him that he probably won’t ever get to travel on a plane without a passport or any form of ID, which bums him out a lot, but Magenta’s pretty content watching them on a screen for now. 

Time passes by quickly, and the pair of you end up falling into a rhythm of more or less normalcy. It’s almost enough to completely forget that he’s from a different time period, until you go out together and have to pull him away from openly gawking at the electronic billboards before he nearly gets run over for standing in the bus lane. You go out together often, since Magenta hates being cooped up inside for too long and will actively pitch a fit if he can’t get out and stretch his legs every once in a while. You’ve found yourself growing more comfortable around him, developing a deeper trust than you could have ever anticipated. You eat together, hang out together, spend so much time together that it’s almost weird to remember what your life was like before you’d even met the bizarre man. Hell, the pair of you practically sleep in the same bed after a few months after one night when you’d woken up and found him snivelling, lamenting over the phantom pain from his scar. 

Magenta had been muttering about those things again, the things that he’d said back when you fished him out of the river all those months ago. This time though you understood it clearer; he’d been abandoned, left behind by this ‘Dio’ person to rot at the bottom of the river, all the while thinking that the guy would come and save him and bring him back to the surface. Even before that he’d been abandoned, by someone else you never caught the name of, but the expression on his face in the dark of the room was all the information that you needed. He was pissed, like Magenta had finally had the time to process what had happened to him; but alongside that anger was something else, a sick kind of resignation to his fate, the one he would have had if you hadn’t pulled him out. 

He doesn’t even notice you until you’re close enough to touch his shoulder, and his hands snag onto your arm before you can budge, those pained eye meeting yours as he asks if this is real - if you’re real. And boy, have you never wanted to beat the shit out of people you’ve never met till you saw that expression directed at you. But there was no going back in time to do that, so you focused on what you could do - leading him over to sit on your bed while you mutter every reassurance you can think of. Yes, it’s real, you’re not going anywhere, he’s here and alive, nothing like that is ever going to happen again. You find yourself whispering those words long after he’s fallen asleep, still clutching at your pajamas like they’re the only thing keeping him afloat. 

From that day Magenta Magenta’s never strayed from your bed nor your side. The way he treats you is a lot more revering than before, which you have to tell him multiple times not to do because it feels weird being put on a pedestal over doing small things. To him they’re not small things however, and it’s no wonder with all that you’ve done for him that he becomes so smitten about you. He’s doting, and blatantly obvious - wanting to stick by your side and always hanging off of you in some way - whether that’s holding your hand going out to places or just full on lounging over you when you’re at home together. 

Unless you’re totally oblivious to the fact that he’s got it down bad for you it’s not gonna take much after this point before you end up hooking up, but if you are the kind of person who this kind of romantic stuff goes over the head of then you’re in for a really wild ride of ‘how absolutely affectionate can Magenta be before you realise that maybe it’s not just what friends do’. 

[multifandom-hcs]

``╭➸・︵ ⊹ ♡ ⋆｡˚・︵︵・✧ ⁺ ⊹

♡ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝!! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

꒰꒰・┄┄┄┄・♡・┄┄┄┄・꒱꒱

𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 / 𝘼𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 / 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 :

- Little Witch Academia

- My hero Academia

- Lego Monkie Kid

- Amphibia

- BNA (Brand New Animal)

- The Owl House

- Miraculous Ladybug

- Kimetsu No Yaiba / Demon Slayer

- She-ra and the princesses of power

- Glitter Force (Both Smile and Doki Doki Precure!)

- Gravity Falls

- Jojos Bizarre Adventure (For now only for the parts 1-5)

- The Promised Neverland

- Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

- Steven Universe

- Star vs the forces of evil

- Blood of Zeus

- Castlevania

- Adventure Time

- The Loud House

- Avatar the last Airbender

- Monster High

- Frozen and any other Disney princesses movie

- Dragon Ball

- Across the Spider verse and Into the spider verse

𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄 :

- 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗

- 𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 /𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔

- 𝙵𝚗𝚊𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑

- 𝚂𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜

- 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚞: 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 / 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚒

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱

Wσɳ'ƚ ɯɾιƚҽ:

- ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴏʀ +18 (ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱʀʀʏ)

- ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

- ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ᴏᴄ

- ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ!

-ᴘ3ᴅᴏᴘʜ1ʟɪᴀ, ʀ@ᴘᴇ, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

❥ ᴀɴᴏɴ ʟɪꜱᴛ :

🍪,🖤✨🫶, 💫

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ♡

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[jojostwopolyamorouslovers]

New JJBA fanfiction idea maybe: Kars somehow ends up in our world and ends up living in the household of a fledgling witch and it all takes place in modern times

I mean think about it, this witch is minding their own business just conjuring up spells and doing general witchy stuff, and like somehow he falls through the roof of their house and lands in the middle of their living room on the floor. Now I do know that Araki said that Kars would never be able to return to earth, but shhhhh.... it’s okay, we can pretend specifically for this fanfic, right? So anyway, Kars is like being his usual arrogant and egotistical self and just belittles the little witch and is like, “Oh, and who are you to tell me what to do, puny human?” and then the witch just backtalks him like, “Get a grip, muscle boy! Like hell I’m going to let you walk all over me, also by the way your hair looks nice.”

And like, Kars is absolutely shooketh, like he ends up getting a prankster spell casted on him, and the specific spell the little witch casted on him is one where you end up looking like you’re bleeding from your mouth and he’s absolutely in shock, like this massive and freakishly tall Aztec god is like, kinda horrified, then enraged when the little witch starts laughing at him and then undoes the spell, and tells him that it was a prankster spell they would use usually for helping out Halloween haunted house actors/actresses give off a more convincing performance, and he’s like, “Why, you, who do you think you are, little human!? and like after a while, he gets a little bit attached to the little witch, and is too prideful to admit it fully, but the little witch knows and is always saying things like, “You know...You’d catch more flies with honey than vinegar?, or, “You would probably benefit from the old saying, kill them with kindness, although...not literally killing people would be more ideal? Just a suggestion?”. And the whole fanfic centers around the two characters adjusting to one another and learning to form some kind of bond, and then they start to fall in love or something, which the little witch knows that Kars caught feelings for them, but Kars huge ego has a bit of a knack for getting in the way of him confessing his feelings since he doesn’t want to fall in love with a human, but his heart is betraying his disdain for humans.  @calcifermovesthecastle, what are your thoughts on this?

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Jjba x Witch!Reader part 4

Anasui: 5 of swords? That doesn't sound fun.

You: it's not necessarily a bad card, It could mean that you're just overcoming a challenge or that things are going to change-

The tower: 👁️👄👁️

You: 😬

Anasui: I don't like the look you have on your face

You: on a scale of one to ten, how happy are you with your current life?

Anasui:

Anasui:

You:

Anasui:

You: because if you *aren't* that happy, then you won't be that upset with what's coming.

Anasui, through gritted teeth: I. can't. Wait.

Diego: what in god's name are you doing slamming doors?!

You, standing 10 feet away from the door with a smouldering bundle of rosemary in your hands: 😳

Diego, looking from you between the door:

Diego:

Diego: tell your ghosts that if they aren't paying bills, they aren't slamming doors. Also to stop messing with the lights in the bathroom. It's annoying when I wake up to pee and they flicker.

Window: *slams shut*

Diego: I fucking mean it

You: I think they got the message.

Diego: good.

You: I just... don't think they're going to handle it very well.

Diego:

Diego: kick them out then.

You: it doesn't work like that-

Diego, already on his way back upstairs: kick them out then!

Weather: I got you a present

You: 😳😳 really? What is it?

Weather: *dumps a pile of various crystals into your lap and leaves without a word*

You, tearing up: o h my go d I lov e you s O muCH oH m yg o d

Abbacchio: why the fuck did you want to come to this abandoned building in the middle of the night?

You: just... because.

Abbacchio, grabbing your arm so you don't trip over a protruding tree root: the fact that it's supposedly haunted makes....no nevermind to you?

You: psssh, noooo.

Abbacchio: so is it haunted?

You:

You: maybe

Abbacchio: is it dangerous?

You:

You:

You: maybe

Abbacchio: we are not going inside.

You: fuck.

You, getting ready to do a spell:

Gyro, from the couch: what direction are you supposed to be facing?

You: uh, west?

Gyro: doll. Babe. Love of my life.

Gyro: you're facing south right now.

You: well I wouldn't have this issue if you let me keep my directional signs up.

Gyro: I bought you a compass for that specific reason.

You: well how do you know what direction I'm facing? You haven't even looked at a compass.

Gyro: kitchen door points west.

You, checking the compass:

You, shuffling to face the kitchen door:

Gyro: I was right?

You, starting the spell:

Gyro, grinning: I was right.

Jonathan: darling, I'm not sure entirely the meaning behind it, but I've seen you wear scarves on your head while practicing and I bought you one that I think would look lovely on you. *Holds it out to you*

You: 🥺 oh my goodness Jojo you didn't have to

Jonathan, kissing your forehead: I wanted to 😌

You: 😭 it's beautiful

(🥴I really fuckin simp for Jonathan rip)

Hermes: baaabe

You: whaaaaat

Hermes: why are there scribbles on our bedroom door?

You: sigils?

Hermes: right, scribbles.

You: 😶

Hermes: on the wiNDOW TOO?!

[jostepherjoestar]

Nonna Chiara (Abbacchio one-shot 3.7k)

gn reader // sfw // yearning and flustering aghh

Who wants a cute Italian granny to take care of them? Raise your hand ✋! Do not underestimate their power, they will smite you! Just like all my Abbacchio pieces, they do be very self indulgent 👉👈😔Please enjoy 💖✨

Nonna Chiara, the greying strokes flowing under her headband reminding you of the force she possesses, like the grey muddy water that floods the canals come rainy season; any object daring to obstruct her getting washed away in a powerful rush. Her presence felt in every house on the small block of closely packed houses and small alleyways connecting them. Like a hawk she could see all and know all, from the smitten teenagers sneaking out for a kiss before sunset, to the tired mother’s exasperated groan as she slid down onto her stone backdoor-step, trying to escape the hectic toddlers that kept her busy. 

It was like she deployed her own personal army of watchers, sneaking around unnoticed, observing all of her kingdom. Not that the neighbourhood had been bestowed upon her in a grand ceremony while a jaunty melody escorted her through the kingdom gates. It was her caring nature that earned her the reputation. She’d always offer her earnest, unadulterated, bordering on brutally honest advice to anyone in a gnarly situation. You’d always suspected there was so much more going on inside her little house, only a gravelly byroad separating you from each other. 

The large window that faced your all-knowing neighbour served her well, satiating her curiosity on your well-being. As if part of a sacred ritual you’d scuffle about your small studio, from the bright mornings that offered harsh rays of sunshine to glare onto your work, till the soft blanket of sunset delicately casts shadows around the jars filled with pencils and brushes. There was little that could distract you from your work, one moment working on that paint clad wooden easel you liked to move around the room every few days- the other moment gently placing the large canvas on the equally paint clad wooden table in the middle of your studio, shoulders hunched while you added soft petals to a blossoming tree. 

The older woman knew you rarely sat back to bask in the sunlight, to breathe in anything other than the fumes of paint-thinner. You could always feel her disappointed scowl on you, trying your best to ignore it and continue the arduous task of masking delicate blue veins on the figure’s pale skin or adding a misty haze to a lover’s eye. The shadows under your eyes, your glasses only further enhancing them, so obvious that every other day the small statured but strong willed woman came knocking on your window. 

“Come, let’s walk.” The wrinkled skin on her arm so soft and droopy as she offered her elbow, the thought of you being the one needing support rather than the older woman made you smile. Her honest concern always being heard during the evening strolls as the sweet summer winds blew through the winding roads. “Another commission already? My child, please take a day off! I only ever see you work work work, it’s like you never take the time to enjoy the world you love to paint.” Her rumpled hands moving as she scolded you, shaking you along as your elbows stayed locked into one another.  

You knew she was right, the commissions were alway lenient, offering you time to lay back but that had never been a viable option in your mindset. “I know, I know. There’s no excuses, nonna. It’s just… I feel so useless when I’m not busy.” The compassion in her eyes was too much to bare, the view in front of you seemed less confronting than the caring woman besides you. “Then come sit with me, we’ll talk, bake, gossip… hell- I wouldn’t mind if we just sat and stared at Rosa’s fat cat sleep on my hydrangeas!” That hearty chuckle could melt an iceberg but the strong grip on your forearm let you know she would come drag you out of the studio if you kept going like this. Staring at your other neighbour’s lazy cat did seem like a nice way to unwind. The strength of nonna Chiara even swayed your stubborn thoughts, the woman was persistent so it would serve you to just go along. “I’ll tell you all about that bel ragazzo that’s been coming over.” Giggling like a couple of kids while she escorted you back to the safety of your studio, your current commission awaiting your skills. “You’ll come over, ok?” Those sturdy fingers pinching your cheek until it grew red. “Alright, alright.” A sigh of defeat, there was no winning this battle. 

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“Come on, put your back into it! If you don’t knead it, it’ll start kneading you!”  The loud cackles could be heard all the way down the block, a telltale sign nonna Chiara was teasing again. You were working the dough thoroughly but apparently not hard enough, starting to gain traction as you felt sweat starting to grace your forehead. Painting was rarely this strenuous. The positions you’d bend yourself into were on the uncomfortable side sometimes but they never made you break a sweat like this. “See! I’m doing it.” The elder woman’s content smirk letting you know she enjoyed watching you squirm, all in good taste of course. She had been teaching you to make focaccia, promising that when the dough had a night’s rest she’d bring you a pan of the fragrant bread you’d made together. 

You never had much family to share moments like these with, maybe nonna Chiara recognised it, taking pity and offering you a smidge of what you’d missed out on. And to be honest with yourself it was working out nicely, being independent and headstrong like you had its downsides. But it’s what you had to be, otherwise you wouldn’t be where you are today, perhaps now the perfect time to ease into a more comfortable routine now that you’ve reached your goal of becoming a self-employed artist. Your pseudo-grandmother’s persistence was starting to pay off. 

A few soft knocks on the creaky backdoor made her get up excitedly from her seat, the older woman still had more than enough energy to spare, with a spring in her step she went to answer it. It wasn’t uncommon for multiple neighbours to grace her lovely home, you’d often heard loud laughter and conversation spill over the gravelly byroad between your houses, even late into the night. “Ah! Just the one I’d been expecting. Leone come, come! We’re making focaccia but I still have some leftover cannolis for you to take to your friends.” Like she was the goodnatured twin of the evil witch living in a cottage made of candy and sweets, she ushered her guest inside after exchanging quick kisses on each cheek. You had been padding the dough into the oven dishes, slathering them in olive oil and sprinkling dried chilli and freshly shopped rosemary on the dented dough as they entered the kitchen. His height alone made you rest your hands into the dish, his lightened hair and intense gaze not making it easier on your sticky hands. He wasn’t at all who you’d expected to visit nonna Chiara, not sure you’ve ever spotted him around the neighbourhood before, surely you’d remember someone like him.

Those intense gradient eyes met yours, a look of surprise and slight annoyance that he hadn’t caught his acquaintance alone like he usually would. “Come on step inside, as far as I know that painter won’t bite.” She practically pushed the dark clad man further into the room to an empty seat right at the table that had been your workspace. “Hi.” The pathetic sound the only one you could muster while pulling the sticky dough from your hands. A curt nod acknowledging your existence. His lack of sociability not one you disliked, not one to be overtly into smalltalk with handsome strangers yourself anyway. “I have to do everything myself around here, bambini. This is my neighbour, they make wonderful paintings and work way too much, that’s why we’re baking today.” Her impatience clear as she took you by the arm to lead you to the sink, opening the faucet so your oily hands won’t coat the entire kitchen. For a moment you felt like a petulant child again. “And that is Leone Abbacchio, he comes to buy my secrets.” The joking manner in which she spoke still held truth, making you wonder what kind of shady business they were dealing in. Leone snorted at her honesty. “That’s also supposed to be a secret.” The grit and depth of his voice irrupting tingles in your brain. 

The old woman cackled at the young man while preparing the small cups of espresso. The smell already taking over the kitchen, erasing any trace of the previous rosemary. The stark haired man moving with a certain grace as he helped you put away the dishes of rising dough, laying dampened towels over them, tucking the bread in for a night of fermenting. “Sit down you two.” Nonna ordered, following the pair of you back to the round wooden table. “This is the bel ragazzo I told you about. I was right, wasn’t I? So handsome!” You wanted to sink down your chair and never come back up, the man before you looking ready to do the same. His pale chiseled cheeks flushing crimson. The hum you replied with as unstable and unsure as the ambience of the room. Nonna Chiara knew what she was doing and didn’t care if you did too. “If you need to talk business, I’ll leave you to it.” Avoiding any eye contact and already on your feet again before getting an answer. “If you don’t mind.” Leone replied before nonna could, her disappointed huff knowing it was best that you didn’t get involved in whatever they were going to discuss. “It was nice meeting you Leone.” A hasty polite nod and quick kisses goodbye to the elder and you scampered off. 

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You leaned over the canvas that covered most of the splattered table, lost in thought while rolling a paint brush between your fingers. What were they discussing? Secrets, yes. But what kind, and why him? Was he a messenger of sorts? Someone so handsome, exuding a dangerous aura that only titillated your senses more just like that deep voice did, could only have an equally precarious job. 

Nonna Chiara’s need to take on the roll of cupid bringing warmth back into your cheeks. It was nice of her to try but you weren’t sure that the man had any interest in you after that awkward moment. Of course he was handsome! You were in awe of seeing a human possess such beauty, it made you envious you’d never been able to encapsulate anyone nearly as captivating as Leone Abbacchio onto a canvas. The vision of his tall muscled figure graced in flowing silk, entangled in a web of complex vines as the hazy look of excellence in half lidded eyes lured you in. A certain melancholy hiding behind them but the way their colour enamoured you only made you want to paint sunsets from now on, getting lost in de gradient with no way out. In the moment itself, too flustered to pay all these thoughts any mind, you could barely mutter a word. He must think you a bore, nothing to say but “Hi”.

The painting before you lacked interested, it lacked him. You know it’s silly to be so caught up on a stranger that barely paid you any mind but his image persisted, locked on to your very being. You knew you had to draw him, muster up anything that even resembled his being, even just so you’d get him out of your system. It had been a while since you’d felt this rush of inspiration, always so caught up in moulding the ideas from your commissioners. Your pencil didn’t seem to move as fast as you’d liked, afraid that if you didn’t sketch out this composition his memory would fade from existence. By the harsh light of the table lamp you sat and fervently scribbled like your livelihood depended on it. 

You wondered if he was still discussing business with nonna Chiara. It brought you relief to know that if you only asked about him, she’d lead you into the right direction to find him again. She loved a good bit of gossip but never one to impart any unfair judgement onto curious ears. She was a fair ruler, not one to quickly criticise questionable behaviour; there was always a reason behind it and somehow the old woman would always find out what it was. You could only apply the same kindness to her, trying not to jump to conclusions of her ongoings with the compelling Leone Abbacchio, the name you’d pencilled down on the righthand corner of the page. The scene you’d imagined all drawn out, maybe you’d turn it into a painting. 

The sound of fingernails rhythmically tapping against your big window jolted your back straight in surprise, clutching your chest while trying to workout the source of the sound. Scuttling over to the backdoor in a hurry, sliding in your slippers, you were astonished to see the familiar face you’d just drawn so frantically. Middle finger and thumb pressed together pensively as he checked the black polish for cracks, awaiting you to open up. The windowed door offered little to hide behind, kicking yourself for waiting a good five seconds to open it while you stared. “Hi.” Again, that little greeting of yours barely audible. “Hi.” His intense gaze locked onto yours as he paused, the rattling of the little container he was barely holding onto reminding him of why he had come by. 

“Here, nonna Chiara forgot to give you her almond cakes. She said her hip was hurting so…” Well this was the first you’d heard of a painful hip, not once during your walks together did she complain. Another one of her tricks, perhaps? “Sorry for putting you through the trouble, that woman can be a bit cheeky sometimes.” You knew full well she’d just hand you the cakes when you’d drop by tomorrow to retrieve the focaccia, no need for a late night delivery. The deep chuckle he let out made your heart melt, it seemed he’d also been aware of her games. “She isn’t really being subtle, no.” the nervous scratch at the back of his hand and the way his eyes didn’t seem to stick to one spot for long made you a bit antsy as well. Not sure how to continue the second awkward situation nonna Chiara had created, not even being present for this one. 

“Do you-” and “You’re an-”, the questions escaping at the same time making you both stop and urge the other to precede. “You go first!” Anything to hear that sweet voice of his. For a moment you felt like a kid again, anticipating your newest crush’s words, having to muster up all the courage you had to reply with anything sensible. “You’re an artist?” His former question being continued. The fact that he’d asked, even just to make small talk while he clearly wasn’t the type to, made your heart clench. “Yes! Paintings mostly, but I dabble in all sorts of stuff.” You got so cutely coy when answering, making the man in front of you question if he was even allowed to witness someone so sweet. Curious to know if you were really that demure or just very nervous like he was right now, feeling the pressure from nonna Chiara incite a renewed confidence to continue talking. “I like art.” He could smash his head against a curb at how overtly stupid that sounded. Never been the wordsmith but it felt like he had reached a new low. “I don’t.” The reply spilling out a bit too quick, your wit betraying you as it acted on its own volition. The absolute confusion in his gaze letting you know the joke hadn’t really landed. The ground had two eager passengers, ticket in hand, awaiting to get swallowed whole. “That was a joke, sorry.” The way your cheeks blushed making him want to reach out and stroke them, kiss your cute nose and tell you not to apologise for trying to make the conversation a little lighter than it had been. Leone breathed out a chuckle laced with relief as he met your eyes again, aching to get lost. He felt so selfish to want you, the way your hands sunk into the dough as soon as you saw him a memory he won’t forget. That terrible nonna Chiara had no right being so good at this. 

“Would you like to see my studio? If you like art, there’s lots of it in there…” If he was putting in the effort so keenly, you might as well play along too. Eager to spend time with him, questioning if it had been mere infatuation or something much deeper. All the man could do was nod, the slight lift on the corner of his lips absolutely soul-crushingly adorable as you lead him into your studio. You let him feast his eyes at the canvasses on the walls and the ones resting on the wooden racks, the glass jars filled with brushes, the mixing palette with drying paint resting on a piece of cloth so it wouldn’t stain the painting underneath. 

All was well until his eyes crept downward to the sketchbook on the table, the one you’d been scribbling in as he tapped your window. Realising that he was the very man you tried to capture in the sketch and that it would be blatantly obvious you froze in fear. He must think you certifiably insane. “Is that… me?” He pulled the sketchbook up close to inspect it, a look of neither satisfaction or displeasure. “Uhm, yes?” Posed as a question, as if to ask permission after the deed had already been done. “Why?” It wasn’t that he hated the way it looked, it was absolutely stunning and dynamic while also conveying a sense of solemn beauty as the vines twisted around his legs and the silk draped his hips while those half lidded hazy eyes stared back at him. Leone hadn’t the slightest clue as to how you drew him to look so engaging, not aware of how much of it had been based in reality. Not feeling deserving to be so seen and admired. “You have great features… and a great figure… and beautiful eyes… you inspired me.” You begged him not to make you continue the compliments, they were all true of course but every word made you shiver. The scrunched up brows not letting you detect how he truly felt about it just yet. 

“That’s how you view me?” His dejectedness so clear in his reply, making you want to smother him in an embrace and never let go, to tell him how worthy he is no matter what. You’ve barely even spoken but this magnetic pull towards him so grand you couldn’t ignore it. “Yes.” But you ached to spill so much more as you searched his eyes, trying to silently convey all your thoughts to him with a single look. “I’m sorry. I’ll throw it out if you don’t want me drawing you-” You weren’t allowed to finish that sentence. “No. Stop apologising. This is beautiful.” Those intense gradients making you feel every word as you stared up at him. His body having trouble calming his thumping heart, never had he felt such an unusual pull towards another and felt so inclined to let himself indulge. 

“Still waters run deep.” You sighed, the contentment of your art flowing through you as you felt the need to explain, allowing yourself to and letting the barrier that held you back, falter. “There’s a lot you don’t like to show. The reason for the silk, a beautiful outside thinly veiling hidden depths. A lot goes on in that mind of yours, the vines entangling your movement like thoughts can. And those eyes just speak for themselves, they don’t even need to be on full display to pull you in.” It went against everything your teachers had taught you, never explain the hidden meaning of your work. But it only felt right to tell him, to let him know just how inspired he made you feel. He took some time to process what you just said, his furrowed brows softening as he put down the sketchbook. “Didn’t know I was that obvious.” His deep chuckle assuring you he hasn’t dismissed you yet. “No. NO! Just… I can relate. It’s easy to spot if you know how it feels.” You were struggling with all your might to withhold the need to cling to his chest, to tell him he’s not alone. Something so solemnly recognisable about his air. 

He felt seen, exposed even, at your observations of him. It felt so vulnerable and pure but for the first time it didn’t make him angry to be so naked. You made it bearable, it wasn’t a look of pity in your eyes but that of understanding. It only made his heart ache to think you’ve felt so lost and and wrapped in your own struggles, spiralling until there's no turning back. Just like you he only wished to make you realise how worthy you were of every wonderful thing in existence. Of love and kindness and support. Of someone to lean on at your worst and to cherish at your best. Leone hadn’t been as down on himself since surviving that terrible blow while fighting his old boss. He’d grown to appreciate life itself just a tad with the help of his team. Blossoming the thought that maybe he was allowed to let another in and not let his anxious thoughts of ruining it take over. 

Standing there in thought, both getting wrapped up in each other without even uttering a single word. “Is she a witch?” You wondered out loud as you felt her stare on the two of you, both turning to catch her waving from her curtained little window. That satisfied smirk so smug as her plan had worked out so perfectly. As she left her little window to go sit down, two equally blushed faces met again, doing little to hide your smiles. “Can I take you out sometime?” Your curious fingers exploring his hand, the hardened skin on his knuckles feeling scratchy as you searched for grip. “I’d like that.” His hand accepting yours as you lingered in each others spaces like long lost lovers. 

[mieldia]

Could I request J, Q, U, and X for part 4 Jotaro? Please?

Sorry these are so short agh, I’m kinda going through it rn...

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

I honestly can’t see him getting too jealous, if another man was getting to close for comfort hed probably scare them off though.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Old books, I picture him reading a lot and he likes the smell of them. You can often find him passed out with an old book in his hand.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Showers. Warm showers, and maybe a cup of beer, I just get those vibes from him.

He will never admit it but if you two cuddle on the couch he will almost drift off, but forces himself awake.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

When I think of Jotaro, I think of “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

I just think he would listen to a lot of imported music or things he gets from his travels. Although he doesn’t listen to music that much he likes rock.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

This was an idea that @poisonlove12 came up with while we were talking on discord so I had to write it.

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I was planning of making it NSFW but I might do that in a part two if I get asked to.

The sea witch's curse (yandere sea witch Melone X female reader)

In the lowest depths of the sea a powerful creature resided. Deep in the canyons where the coral glowed and some of the most vicious of predictors lurked. Some say a purple hue would guide those brave enough towards their sweetest of dreams or their worst of nightmares.

The greatly feared witch of the sea, Melone sat in his lair, looking at what he most desired through the crystal he held. A poor unsuspecting human which had taken his fancy. An evil smirk grew on his lips as he heard the young females voice as she talked to her most trusted servent.

"How I wish to see the outside world, every night I dream of it all, the soft lush grass, the soft breeze to brush past my skin... And the ocean... I wish to see it with my own eyes, I want to see what marvels it holds" she sighed.

He heard of her wish to explore the outside world and her plans to finally escape from the lonesome life she feared she'd forever be trapped in.

"I will make my escape in the early morning of next Wednesday" were the the words that excited the lavender haired male beyond belief. It was perfect, too perfect. His sinister grin only grew more as he looked towards the human woman he had caged up for the soul purpose perfecting his solution to your happily ever after with him. The poor woman shook at her cage in fear of what his expression may have meant.

"You've served your purpose well but it seems I no longer have any use in you mortal..." The male said with amusement in his voice, he tried his best not to chuckle but a few still managed to come out of his mouth.

"Please, please let me go!" The woman pleaded, somehow managing to speak while being underwater.

"I'm afraid I can't... Your fate has already been sealed" he said as he gave a flick of his wrist which caught the attention of the shark like creature to approach the cage and wait before the male opened it.

"Junior, you must be so hungry" he simply said as he ignored the woman's screams before he swam over to his a wall full of bottles and containers.

"The venom of the crown of thorns..." he muttered as he grabbed a small bottle with one of his black tentacles decorated with rings of purple.

"A jellyfish's tendril..."

"The scale of a flying fish..." He muttered as he grabbed two containers and made his way back to the carnage the creature had left behind before grabbing the pinky finger that remained from what his junior had caused.

"And the flesh, blood and bone of a human" he said as he made his way to the cauldron.

It would only a matter of days before you were his.

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You cautiously walked across the pier of the kingdom, holding the rags that you wore as close to you as possible. A few early rising citizens greeting you only for you to give a coy wave in response. You looked to the castle that stood proudly over the town, it wouldn't be long until the servents noticed your disappearance and that's why you needed to leave quickly.

You soon began to run as you saw the tall wall of stone that sheltered the town from the very waters that use to the town's life line. You satchel filled with maps, books, gold, jewels and more. This was your escape from the lifestyle that had been cursed upon you, confined to the castle for your whole life all because of your parents paranoia.

You felt across the stone surface, many years ago it didn't exist and this town was a flourishing fishers community, now the waters were filled with small crabs and trash. What made your grandfather build these walls, you may never know.

"Oh your majesty, what brings you out at this hour of the morning" a familiar voice cooed making you jump. You turned your head to see a familiar male, a man you had only seen a few times in the recent years of your life yet he seemed to know everything about you.

His long lavender hair flowed lightly in the breeze, revealing the scar across his left eye.

"Melone, you scared me to death!"  You exclaimed as you held your racing heart.

"There's no reason to be afraid..." He smiled before diverting his green eye from you to the wall.

"You're trying to find a way to the old abandoned fishing docks, aren't you?" He said in a mischievous tone. You swallow a lump in your throat. The male had never harmed you, in fact he was rather kind but you could never ignore that mysterious air about him, maybe it was the sultry tone that alway lingered in his voice or maybe it was how he never seemed to age. Either way you couldn't deny that male had motives of his own.

"If you're planning of finding a weak spot in the wall I wouldn't advise it, sixty years isn't enough to weaken a wall constructed like this" he continued.

"However I believe there is a underwater tunnel that allows the water to flow in through, I think I heard talks about a five foot shark getting through one" he said.

"Really, where are they?" You asked as your eyes sparkled with newfound hope which caused the males heart to flutter. He drew closer and draped an arm over your shoulder and used his hand to pull you chin to show you where the sea and land met while pointing to it with his free hand.

"Most of them are too deep to reach but over there should have one that you might just be able get through" he said in his signature sultry tone as he began to guide you over. His hand move to you forearm and gently rubbed it. The male relished in how close you were. A sinister smile dared to form on his lips as he realised how easily you were falling into his trap, soon you would be in his domain and he could shed this mortal disguise.

"Have a question, I don't know if you'll know the answer but-" you said before he put a finger over your lips, tracing them lightly.

"You can ask me any question, I'll know the answer"

"Why did my grandfather build this wall?" You asked. The male looked at you through the corner of his eye.

"He was afraid of what hid underneath the depths of sea, a creature that possessed great power... One that claimed the lives of his three older brothers" the male explained in a darkened tone.

"He feared for his life... Paranoia consumed him until his time on this earth ended" he continued as he continued to guide you to the very tunnel he used whenever he decided to come on land, at first the iron bars had been an issue but after a few decades the bars wore away and eventually snapped apart like twigs. He had been waiting decades to get revenge on the man who took his eye only to find out he died however curiosity got the best of the sinister creature when he heard about his granddaughter who had been isolated for her whole life, maybe out of pity the male decided to visit you whenever the castle held events. He had fallen absolutely smitten to say the least. You were almost perfect for him, the only flaw he saw in you was your mortality but over the past few months he had figured a way around that.

All he needed was for you to enter the water and he could put his method into action.

"It's just here" he said as he pointed to the planks underneath you.

"All you need to do is dive under and swim through the tunnel" he explained, you were eager to get in the water however that soon faded into worry as you began to splash around as your body began to sink.

"It's... It's too deep, I can't swim!" You began to panic. The male simply held his hands out for you to grab. He should of know that this would have been a problem.

"Your majesty, just kick your legs and lift your chin up" he instructed you, you followed his instructions and after a minute or so he let go and you gently bobbed up and down in the water.

"Now move your arms up and down in the water like how a bird flaps it's wings" he continued before his legs began to tremble causing him to nearly fall.

"Are you ok?" You asked. He felt sweat cover his body as he realised that sea water had gotten on his hands earlier; the potion was wearing off. This wasn't part of his plan.

He turned as he heard a frantic stampede of guards quickly approaching. The male almost wanted to pull at his hair in a rare case of frustion. Normally such an predicament wouldn't matter to him but the potion he had used to become human suppressed his powers and even after he reverted back to his original form it would leave him only able to perform weak spells for a day at least.

Without a second thought he dived into the water and grabbed onto you before pulling your body under the water with him. You began to trash around in his grip as he pulled you along. After a few seconds before he reached the the tunnel only to find to his displeasure that a new set of bars were there. He let out a groan as he felt his human legs begin to unravel as he resurfaced to allow you both to breath.

You desperately coughed and gasped for air. You eyes opened to see the royal guards Infront of you. You felt a feeling of guilt and shame well up in your chest, you knew you had been caught.

You tried your best to push away from the male but you felt several slimy tendrils wrap around your form.

"Melone... What's wrapped around me?" You squeaked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you but I'm afraid I have no other choice then to do this now" the male muttered as he pulled a blade against your chest, the blade had a lustrous gleam that made it look like mother of pearl. Your head was pulled back harshly as he wrapped something around your neck. He muttered a few lines in a foreign language before diving the blade into your chest, you saw the water around you turn red before glowing purplish hue, you felt no pain but still you passed out as the male dragged you under once more.

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You groaned out as you finally regained consciousness. You opened your eyes to find yourself laying on-top of Melone's nude form. You you let out a groan in disgust of the scandalous situation you found yourself in.

You then noticed how weirdly the light shine and how you hair flowed like it had a mind of it's own, as well as how the lower half of Melone's body sprawled out and over you in such a weird way. It was only when you saw a school of fish swim past you that you realised where you were. You quickly held your breath as you pried the black and purple tentacles off of you and tried you hardest to swim to the surface. You tried your hardest to hold your breath but eventually you lungs gave in. You waited for the water to enter your lungs and you painful death to come but it didn't happen, instead you seemed to breath normally and the water escaped from the newly formed gills on your neck.

You continued to swim until you were just about to break the surface. You closed your eyes readying yourself to break the surface but you didn't. You opened your eyes to see that the surface seemed to turn into rubber, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't break it.

"I don't appreciate you swimminging off while I was asleep" a voice behind you cooed as you felt the slimy appendages rub up and down your legs. You turned around to see Melone in his new form, his lower half was like that of an octopus.

"What did you do to me?!" You screamed at the male. You wanted to cry but all you tears mixed just became part of the sea.

"I granted your wish, you so desperately wanted to escape the life of a locked up princess" he explained in a prideful tone.

"You wanted to explore the sea so badly I thought I'd give you the ability to see more the any mortal could" he continued.

"No... No this... This isn't what I wanted" you sobbed as you covered your face with you hands as you began to sink.

"Oh dear, then you should of been careful for what you wished for" he said in a mother's tongue and he wrapped himself around you once more.

"No let go of me! Get away from me you monster!" You screamed as you thrashed in his grasp.

With his hand Melone traced the choker that now graced your neck, he admired his work now knowing that you were now his and his alone.

"My sweet, little darling... I know your scared, I know that everything is so new to you but I promise you I'll keep you safe... Nobody would dare to harm what belongs to the feared sea witch" he cooed.

"Just think of my little gift to you as that of an engagement as you humans call it" he sweetly whispered in your ear which only scared you more.

"Just think about it..." He muttered in pure bliss as he used one of his tentacles to force you eye contact to him.

"We'll be a wonderful pair of lovers and just think about how beautiful our little children will be" he continued.

"Children!" You screamed.

"Of course, isn't the deepest form of love when a man sows the seeds of love within his darling" he cooed. You face grew red and your body stiffened at the thought, how would he even do such a thing with you?

"If you so desperately wish to leave me I'll allow it but you'll be on your own... No one can break the spell and no one will even dare to look at you when they see you adorned with my work" he slyly spoke.

"Why would you do this?" You continued to sob.

"I already told you, I did it out of love, I did this so we could have a future together" he explained as he brushed his fingers though your hair.

"But we barely even know each other..."

"I have an all seeing eye dear, I can watch you whenever I please" he said before licking his lips.

"May I add, you've got quite the womanly figure under all those layers of clothes... Perfect to bare my children" he commented with a gleam of lust in his eye.

"You Pervert!" You screamed as you began to struggle once more.

"Stop making excuses already, I've claimed you as mine but if your so insistant to refuse then I might just give you an even worse curse... Maybe I'll turn you into a little fish and cage you up or I might condemn you to the same fate of all my enemies" he slyly said as all of his tentacles squeezed your form tightly.

"So are you going to behave for me or will I have to turn you into a guppy?" He asked in a stern tone. His eye filled with rage.