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the-illiterate-pirate · 6 months

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Congrats on 1000 followers! How about some monster fucking headcanons with were Wes?

K so my brain blocked out the "were" part of this ask but uh idrc so I'm giving you werewolf Weather along with some of my other favorite monster imagines because it's my boyfriend and I get to do whatever I want w him thanks

1k special post! Still going btw! Send me requests so I don't have to finish my Blackmore and my Weather Report fics!

Monster boy Weather Report HCs ♡ (NSFW)

Werewolf!Weather

• He'll be biting shit, getting saliva everywhere. Ofc he licks all of his bites better afterwards as a little apology

• Loves to mount you from behind ♡

• After he's fucked you good and barely conscious he turns into the biggest baby and begs for head/ear scratches. If you indulge him his tail turns into a weapon, so take caution.

• Speaking of his tail... give it a nice, gentle tug. Play with it a little.... he's a shaking mess

• Acts like he's addicted to eating you out and will overstimulate you with his tongue. Same goes for his dick too, obviously, so pick your poison ig

• Even if he's not going through a rut, or hadn't transformed yet, he's so easy to turn on, just grab his tail, itch behind the ears, give him some belly rubs, and he's immediately turned on.

• He's soo fucking hairy oh god

• Let's out the biggest "Awoo" when he comes inside you

Minotaur/Bull hybrid!Weather

• This bitch will fuck you on every surface he can; barn wall, a truck, literally anywhere there's no out of bounds.

• His fav position is to hold you up and bounce you on his cock because he likes to show off how strong he is.

• He's a rather gentle dom, but he has moments where he'll fuck you rough, it's mostly spurred on by jealousy

• He can get soo possessive over you if you spend too much time with the other farm monsters. But dw he'll fuck you good to remind you who your mate is

• He's a rescue from a breeding barn, so... due to his history his cock is pretty sensitive. He's a mooing mess if you try to give him head.

• That being said... would you even be able to fit that thing in your mouth? It's huge ... maybe just use your tongue so you don't pop your jaw out of socket. Yeah. He likes it like that, anyway.

• His tits are huge, but they're just for show. Dw he's got a different special milk you can have instead 😏😏

• He'll cum buckets inside you, then use his cock to plug you up. He'll stay like that for hours if he's got to. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT, HE WILL FORCE YOU TO STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER

• When I tell you to use his horns to steer him deeper into eating you out, I MEAN IT. HE THINKS IT'S HOT

Naga!Weather

• Hey, did you know snakes have TWO

• Double the pp double the cum. It gets everywhere

• Double penetration is almost a must, he can be persuaded into only using one. But are you really not going to let him keep both of his dicks warm?

• He likes to wrap you up in his tail while he fucks you. Don't ask how it works it just does

• LOOK I'M NOT INTO VORE BUT I'M JUST SAYING... LET HIM PUT SHIT IN HIS MOUTH

• Likes to use his tongue to tease you

• I don't think a snake tongue would feel too good... but he's eager to please

• Don't worry the teeth are retractable

• Speaking of which 😏😏😏 no gag reflex

• I'm running out of ideas but hell yeah snake sex

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stone ocean #weather report #jjba x reader #weather report x reader #jjba headcanons #steamy writing #werewolf au #monster farm au #Naga au #1k special

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drsugarsweet · 2 months

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Holding On To Smoke

Haunted Armor!Polnareff x Reader

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Synopsis: Through a stroke of good fortune, you have been placed in charge of an antique home. The former owners only asked that you kept the relics inside, and you agreed. If only they had mentioned that some of the relics aren't as lifeless as they initially seemed...

TW: Implied character death (not reader’s) Note: reader is GN, no pronouns aside from 'you' are used.

Masterlist ☆。*。☆。

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A/N: Polnareff is SUCH a sad grieving beast, this only felt appropriate for him.

The home that you've come to enjoy for so many months is old, much older than you. It's full of items you're scared to touch for fear of shattering their delicate nature, of spiderwebs that look too beautiful to break and rooms that you haven't even stepped foot into. There simply isn't enough time or motivation for you to cover all of that ground, and yet…

And yet you notice small oddities that you can't fully explain away. There's odd clanking in the halls that sounds far too consistent to be the pipes. After all, they only rattle when you draw water from them. The rooms you frequent are miraculously free of dust even though you haven't had the time to drag out the duster and rags yourself. It’s hard to chalk up the cold and pointed breezes as a simple draft, and you swear you’ve seen something glowing out of the corner of your eye more than once - only to disappear when you actually look at it.

Oh, and you can’t ignore the massive elephant in the room.

More specifically, the massive suit of armor.

Upon first entering the house, it looked like an odd decoration but hardly one you could complain about. Old houses have weird decorations, right? It made you feel like you were walking into a murder mystery set but your attention was so set on moving in that you didn’t think much of it. It looked regal and mysterious enough to make you ponder over its relevance though. The original owners never mentioned it, did they? There’s no plaque to reveal who may have donned it, who it may have shielded or when. You shrug and decide you’ll research it at a later date.

That later date keeps getting pushed further and further back however. The mysterious old house has its fair share of secrets to keep you distracted - a library packed with dusty old books, a kitchen full of secret panels, not to mention the many, many nooks and crannies you weren’t told of. The only times you ponder about the armor again is when you pass its dulled surfaces in the hallway. It isn’t until you finally decide that a heavy cleaning of the home is in order lest your lungs fill with dust bunnies that the armor finally has your full attention.

How does one clean a suit of armor? You’re not sure. I’s not like it’s been in any books that you’ve read before. A wet rag should at least help with removing the dirt and dust, and you assume that the kind of polish used on metal surfaces in your kitchen could work. It’s a large suit and you know you’ll have your work cut out for you, but something draws you in despite the eeriness of the relic. It feels strange. It feels… Melancholic , somehow. Maybe you’re too wrapped up in the idea that this once belonged to someone, that someone could have lived, breathed, died in those iron plates. Maybe it’s the way the chestplate and helmet have engravings of broken hearts on them that tug at your own heartstrings. Whatever the reason, you feel like it’s your obligation to give this old thing one last hurrah in the way of cleaning it up.

As the rag glides across the faded surface and carries away the countless layers of grime, you start to see the former glory restored. The armor truly does look uncared for, though you aren’t surprised given the state of the house. It only spurs you on as more of that gleaming silver comes to light. There’s so many small details to pay heed to; engravings of hearts and chariots must be carefully detailed, and the sections of overlapping plates require a special amount of focus. At the very least there isn’t any corruption or rusting. It takes hours to clean with the occasional break for refreshments in-between, but pulling away from the now clear (albeit dull) suit sends a wave of relief through you. The low evening sunlight streaking through the stained glass windows of the foyer reflects in a beautiful kaleidoscope on the iron. For just a breath, a brief moment… You could almost swear that the suit of armor is glowing.

The moment passes as the clouds of kicked up dust finally force you to sneeze, and when you look at the armor again the glow is gone. It must have been a trick of the light. With that, you nod and set aside the polish to be done the next day. Perhaps the sheer amount of time or the curiosity that you’ve poured into the armor play a role in why you suddenly feel a sense of longing and connection towards the suit, almost as though you’re leaving an old friend. It’s odd, but you shrug the thoughts away and retire to your room for the evening. The next day will surely be brighter.

Downstairs, the darkness of the dusk is broken by a soft glow.

Weeks pass after your restoration of the armor. The oddities start as subtle movements at first. A hand shifts slightly or the helmet seems to perk in the direction of your favorite armchair; the dust settled around the suit’s base is disturbed, or is it just your imagination? As the house becomes cleaner in more miniscule ways, even that starts to make you wonder if it’s all in your head. You only start to think something is up when you come home from work to find the armor set at the foot of the stairs to the second floor, its gauntlets set against the scabbard of its rapier. It’s not like the suit froze when you entered - you’re sure you would’ve heard the clanking, and it’s just a suit, right? If you weren’t constantly swamped with work you’d almost be afraid of the potential haunting. You know it isn’t some mischievous intruder breaking in just to mess with you; the doors and windows are always the same as they were, and it’s not like anything is missing. There aren’t handbooks on how to deal with haunted houses like this and so you stand in the house’s entranceway, eyes glued to the relic posed mere feet away.

It feels like an eternity that you wait with bated breath for something to happen. When it does, there is no loud scream or rush of metal and pain; no ghastly beasts lunge for your throat, and as you stand gaping like a fish out of water, you realize that the movement of the armor is almost unnoticeable at first glance.

The visor of the helmet minutely tilts towards you and you know for a fact that gauntleted fingers twitch at the scabbard’s handle. The gig is up. You take one step back, and the armor jerks to face you further. Another step, and the helmet is facing you fully, its hand never leaving the hilt of the razor sharp rapier. The door is closed and solid against your back and you’re certain that this is where you will die.

The clanging of metal grows closer and closer with each step of the suit of armor. Even behind your eyelids - when did they close? - you can’t miss the icy blue glow painting the backs of your eyelids in dim light. Your eyes peel open just enough to witness the armor come to a still before you in its pale glowing glory. The finger guards on the scabbard have lifted away and now the suit stands before you motionless yet again, its gauntlets stiffly held at its side. The icy terror that initially held you in its grasp melts into mute confusion and unease. Why isn’t it attacking you? What could you have done to inspire this thing’s movement? Or…

Has it always been on the move?

Your racing thoughts are interrupted by another sudden jump from the suit of armor, but this one catches you even more off-guard. In one quick and jerky movement, the suit tumbles down onto one iron poleyn, its other knee bent as it bows its helmet before you. You have no idea what to say, what to do as the massive suit freezes yet again. There’s a moving set of armor in front of you. Holy shit , there’s haunted armor in your house.

For a minute, the two of you stay there in frozen time. The armor doesn’t move but it glows and pulsates with faint blue light. You don’t move aside from the slowing rise and fall of your chest. There’s a tension so palpable in the air that it surely could be cut through like butter with a hot knife, but you have no idea what to do or say to your unexpected housemate.

The first noise to break the room isn’t from you. It starts out so quietly that the rush of blood in your ears drowns it out. Slowly and drenched in uncertainty, a noise no louder than a whisper seems to fill the room. There’s a pause, and then the noise again, and again, growing louder with each confused blink it draws from you. The moment that it grows loud enough to register properly to your ears is the moment that you realize that it’s a voice echoing around you. The voice is hoarse and strangely hollow, but it sounds almost like a man. It echoes again from the suit of armor and you realize that it is speaking to you .

“Please… Give me an order.”

The stunned silence plaguing your voice is hard to break. Break it you do, but only because the tide of questions thrashing against your skull threatens to consume you.

“Who are you?”

Perhaps the right question would be who it - he - was. You begin to regret not looking up the source of the armor sooner. The voice goes silent and the glow swirls in a mesmerizing miasma of dull silver and ice. Whatever haunts this armor seems to form the strongest beneath its chestplate and helmet, and for the briefest of moments you wonder what you would see beneath the visor. As though it can sense your innate curiosity amidst the waves of confusion and fear, the being raises its helmet a fraction as though it were looking at you. The feeling of eyes becomes strong and yet oh so familiar.

“I am Jean Pierre Polnareff. You have laid claim to this land. I pledge my loyalty to you, to protect you and honor your every word.” The helmet drops again and the regal being donned in iron waits ever so patiently for your words. With its hand on its scabbard and that plasmic echo fading in and out like a heartbeat, it truly bears the visage of a noble warrior.

Okay, what the hell are you supposed to do about this?

There’s a fucking ghost knight in your house.

After a very rational and intense moment of thinking on the matter, you do the only thing that sounds right when confronted with such a ghostly specter. It doesn’t matter that it hasn’t made a move to harm you. You reach behind you, feeling around until you can grab the doorknob to the front entrance. You throw open the heavy door before hauling ass into the chilly night air, refusing to look back once lest the point of a rapier be the last thing you see.

You’ll find a hotel or stay with a friend for now. There’s no way in hell that you’re going back to your house, no way that you’re reenacting some stupid horror movie scene.

You go back to the house two days later.

Maybe it’s the twinge of pain in your shoulder and neck from sleeping on an uncomfortable futon. Maybe it’s the reminiscing that you’ve had time to do on the whole matter. You’ve never felt unsafe in the house; melancholy, sure, pensive if you stood in the right spot. You never felt afraid though, so why is the memory of the one that called himself Polnareff lingering in your mind?

The old home looms over you as the gray skies threaten to douse you in rain. Despite the being that you know lurks inside, the building itself doesn’t feel ominous. It feels like a rundown old manor and you can’t come up with a good reason to avoid going in any longer. The stone steps are slick beneath your shoes and with a mighty groan, the door swings forward into the foyer.

You aren’t really sure what you expected. Images of torn tapestries and broken mirrors came to your mind at first, like a raging beast rampaging in a bout of anger. The light of the day floods the foyer, and you breathe a sigh of relief to see that there is no such damage. As a matter of fact… There is no sign of the suit of armor at all. It isn’t at its base in the middle of the foyer. You know you should be on high alert, but the lack of surprises lulls you ever so slightly.

It feels silly to call out for another person in your own house, so you decide to take your chances and look around instead.

The den is free of the suit. You find yourself oddly disappointed.

The kitchen likewise lacks any spectral beings, and so too does the rest of the first story.

The memory of the first time that you saw the armor moving towards the staircase comes to mind, and your eyes travel up and along the mahogany banister towards the silent second story. If there were anywhere that your unassuming houseguest would be, you have a strong suspicion of its intended destination.

The doors to the library creak open as you peer inside and to your unexpected relief, a flash of iron catches your eyes. You push further in to be greeted by the broad, shining form of the suit of armor. Its helmet has tilted slightly back as though to acknowledge you but it has not moved. That glow remains but it is more dull than last time, the colors barely touching the dusty books and desk it stands in front of. That acknowledgment is all that you need and you take a deep breath of the stale air.

“I’m… Sorry. Sorry for how I acted last time. I wasn’t expecting you and I was scared, so I ran.” It’s an apology you never felt that you would make, but it feels wrong to leave things as they were. This thing has likely been here longer than you have been alive; the aura of sadness and mournful longing around it tinges your heart in a way you never expected.

The armor turns to look at you further with a set of clangs and you catch a glimpse of what its broad form was hiding. You haven’t had time to get a good look at the library beneath all of the blankets of dust, but the crest hanging on the wall is one you don’t recognize. The symbols of hearts and horse-drawn chariots bear a striking resemblance to the engravings on the knight’s armor. You startle as you realize that the very same insignia was on the paperwork that you signed to properly take ownership of this house.

The suit turns fully to face you and you swallow down your nerves. This could either go really well or really poorly based on how good you are at offending ghosts.

Its visor tilts to one side, then the other. It takes a step forward, and this time you stay where you are willingly rather than freezing in fear. Another step is taken. Another. By the time that your distorted face is reflected in the large breastplate of the armor, you realize just how cold the room has gotten around you. That visor leans down to look at you and you look up into it as icy tendrils of mist curl from beneath the edges. When the gauntlets reach up and towards you, it’s a miracle that you don’t feel fear. All that you feel is the strong wave of melancholy that you first felt upon stepping into this house, and you wonder just what this soul has suffered to exude such strong feelings of sadness.

The gauntlets do not reach for you, though they do briefly cradle your own hands in chilled metal before continuing upwards. The guarded fingers come to rest at the edges of the visor. Tendrils of ghostly energy curl at the iron knuckles, and it freezes like that. It’s as though it’s waiting for your order. With a flashback to the last meeting, you blink away crystals of iced tears that you didn’t even realize had appeared and answer its unspoken question.

“Show me your face. I want to see the knight of this house.”

You aren’t sure what to expect. There are no rules that could have prepared you, no pictures or carvings or films. The glide of the visor up and into the iron helmet is silent as it reflects the light. Whoever this man was, he is nothing like you expect, and that’s a pity because he is refined and elegant and somber in the way that only a lost soul can be.

Your hand shakes as you reach towards the visor. Crystals of ice gather on your fingertips as your eyes roam over the misty face of the man that once was. Sad eyes like faded seaglass stand out amidst shadows of sharp cheekbones and shroud-like silver hair that dances like spider silk in the wind. He speaks of tragedy and heartbreak without saying a word, and the brush of your fingers on the frigid iron of his helmet finally breaks what fear remains in your heart.

“You’ll protect me?” The words are barely a whisper, but you don’t have it in you to speak any louder.

The ghost - Polnareff - nods. Somber as he may be, you swear that the corner of his lips turns up for just a moment. That air of melancholy lifts ever so slightly from your heart, the glow of the being before you so much more vivid than before.

“I swear to you, as is my purpose. You’ll never be alone.”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #Doc's Fics #jean pierre polnareff #jjba x reader #monster au #teratophillia #stardust crusaders #jjba polnareff #sfw #polnareff x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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dark-side-blog3 · 4 months

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Hear me out. Hear me out. Harpy Narancia but he is a magpie. Not a smart one I can just see him being very vocal.

Just constantly hopping around and cawing at his darling, I don't think he would probs have the brain for learning any human language but I can see him always trying to talk to his darling.

He probably would bring them shiny things like watches still attached to some poor persons arm that walked too close to his nest. Thinking hes being romantic or something showing his mate a new shiny thing for them and there dinner for the night.

Speaking of the nest I can imagine that it is a mess. All his trinkets just thrown around on the floor. Bones and rotten flesh just kind of left around with no really clear sleeping space just scraps of fabrics and his own feathers thrown in corners kind of.

At least he's darling will a thing to do while being there, trying to make that hell hole of a nest some what live able.

I gotchu blue. Bitches love blue.

The filth of Narancia's nest really seems like something advantageous-- if you don't wanna touch rotting flesh or the maggots infesting the corpses of hikers and rescue teams that came for you, you could always cuddle him! He won't let you touch the gross stuff if you cling to him like he clings to you :)

#submission #not mine!#yandere jojo #yandere jjba #yandere jjba prt 5 #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere narancia #yandere exophilia #yandere harpy #monster au!

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ambyandony · 4 months

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Another classic from 2021 im so fucking funny

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bd-goopkakyoin · 2 years

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#ooc #jjba monster au #jojo no kimyou na bouken #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #tenmei kakyoin #kakyoin #kakyoin jjba #ok to rb #ask to tag #(poor guy’s probably having a panic attack :( )

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silbeni · 17 days

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More minster high au

#monster is unbreakable #ryoma #jjba oc #jjba part 4 #koichi hirose #koichi is a cupid thing #rohan is a vampire #and hes also a art teacher in this au

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livschromaticcreations · 1 year

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Happy MerMay everypony 🐚

Every 6-9 months I come to back to mermaid hyperfix and it looks different every time. This time I reimagined the entirety of DIU as mermaids because I love DIU so much 🖤

#digital art #digital artwork #anime art #jjba fanart #digital painting #jojo au #mermaid #mermaid au #dark mermaid #sea monster #mermaid art #diamond is unbreakable #jojo pt 4 #josuke higashikata #rohan kishibe #jotaro kujo

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missallanious · 5 months

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He's just so babygirl 😔💅

#vampire!josuke #yall #jojos bizarre adventure #fanart #aged up characters #jjba part 4 #jojos bizzare adventure diamond is unbreakable #diamond is unbreakable #monster au #halloween #vampire #josuke higashikata #josuke #oku is the one taking the picture #most likely #jojo part 4 #jjba

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denako · 1 month

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Some shid ass sketches i did in school

Also

I might have gone insane, like girl, this isnt jojo anymore, this aint re8 either

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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Slow Down

features: sukuna!jotaro kujo (Jotaro as Sukuna) (think of 4taro in this) x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @discordkittenjoestar’s “𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖” Collab (thank you so much for organizing this and yes this is the first jotaro smut i am posting here, there is more to come😭)

setting: monster au, jjk au | networks: @tokyometronetwork

synopsis: you’re a transfer student, coming from a line of jujutsu sorcerers, trying to live a normal life while secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. what would happen though, if the King of Curses, would catch hold of you in a dark alleyway? And he’s attractive no less. would you trade it all, and join the dark side, for a night of sensual passion?

song: slow down — chase atlantic | wc: 2260 😭

warnings: not beta read, we die like real people /j /lh , porn with plot, jotaro has four arms and two dicks hehe, fingering, dom!jotaro pretty much, dub-con (if you squint), oral (f!receiving/cunnilingus), slight bondage (‘cause hands are pinned to the wall), praise kink, cervix fucking, technically monster fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal sex (yes I am choosing to write this ‘cause progress, i will not always be writing this though), mentions of pet names(sweetheart, darling), mentions of killing in the end, explicit smut, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie, sir kink (maybe, sorta), breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i’ve missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you ❤️)

(taglist form / @shynahasabookshelf)

A/N: Okay, yes yes I was going to write some musician!Jotaro smut some time but I’d spoken with @kagejima once so she knows that I’d been working on this. Plus, this was a spur-of-a-moment decision and a great one at that :D:D Plus, you all know how much I love this man with all of my heart, so this is for y'all to see.💕 and plus, this was written with Jotaro and my JoJo OC, Anika Sen ( @anikasenkujo ) in mind, so this is highly self-indulgent. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU 💖

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the spot within, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts. “Who?”

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy quite delightful.

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with your eyes rolling at the back of the head, as you started spasming, and a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted your inner walls white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him.

Every negative emotion has some amount of cursed energy in it, and almost everyone possesses this said energy. However, an amount of it that’s higher than a certain degree can cause a select few to see curses.

But since there exists the concept of free will, to choose what we do with the cursed energy that we see, there are different groups of people that lurk around in this world: the ones who are unable to defend themselves by using jujutsu (non-sorcerers), the ones that use sorcery methods for evil (curse users) and the ones that use sorcery methods for good (sorcerers).

The world we live in is spiritually made up of good and evil. We have the same kind of balance within us. As established before, we’re more than capable of choosing what’s right and what’s wrong. But, what if the good in you is stolen by something so sinister, so vile to the world, but so tempting, alluring, and satisfying that it consumes everything in you?

The streets of Tokyo were a menace these days. Crime rates had increased substantially, but this didn’t stop you, a transfer student, from walking along the streets of downtown in the middle of the night. There was no care in the world that could prevent you from doing so, as you were busy listening to the music and taking in some fresh air until you felt a large ominous presence looming over you. You were aware that you could sense the presence of curses, and were secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to fight against them and to carry on the tradition that your family set for you. Walking faster in fear, you passed a dark alleyway where you were grabbed by a burly hand and pinned against the wall.

You froze in fear as a menacing figure crept out of the shadows, smirking at you. It seemed as though the incandescent moon decided to shine its light on this 6’5” tall abomination while it approached you.

Evil took the form of the legendary Jotaro Kujo, the King of Curses, who seemed to be oozing confidence when he approached you. As he appeared before you in a white kimono with black edges, jet-raven hair with bits of curls that shone in the moonlight, and had tattoos around his face, some going to his chest as his kimono was loosely tightened, his wrists and…four forearms? Your eyes widened as you saw that he had not two, but four arms, and while his face was adorned with the prettiest teal eyes you’d seen, you’d slyly noticed the second set of eyes underneath them. Gasping and leaning against the wall a little too hard, causing you to arch your back subconsciously, he let out his bottom arms to catch hold of you.

“Woah, woah, steady there! I don’t mean any harm,” he smirked at you, to which you scoffed while he approached you, “Well, you don’t seem like it. What do you want from me? I’ll have you know I—” your shrill voice was muffled as he placed one of his top hands over your mouth, and shushed you with another. “I guess you were about to say that you’ll have me know that you’re a jujutsu sorcerer too, right, (Y/N)-chan?” you eyes widened in profound shock. How the hell did he come to know of you existence?

With his maniacal laugh spreading across the sky, the cerulean-eyed monster whispered, “Did you really think I wouldn't know, (Y/N) (L/N)? Did you think your ancestors killing me would release me from this Earth's clutches? Hah! No, far from it!” As your eyes stared into the abyss in his irises, you began to tremble, fear slowly taking hold.

As you were about to push him, he pulled back, smirked again, used his other arms to pin your arms to the wall tighter and proposed, “I have an offer that you can’t refuse, sweetheart. I’ll let you go. Scot-free. However, there are two conditions that you’ll need to fulfill: One,” he then decides to whisper again with a sinister wink, “you join the dark side. Join forces with me, (Y/N)-chan. Leave everyone behind, and I’ll provide you with everything you need.”

As his arms grew increasingly powerful over you, you were beginning to feel something that you wasn't supposed to feel; a feeling that you slowly began to relish. There surely was something strangely good about it, although you were unsure of what it was. As he continued to speak, he let go of one arm that was pinning your arms, to rub your clothed sex beneath your skirt, causing you to whimper and whine, "And secondly, I get to have you here right now, in this hall,in a night of passion.” A night of—wait, does he want to have sex with you in this alleyway?

“Let me be clear before you say no. Since I am the King of Curses, these mere mortals can't even detect my presence until I strike them. However, the only ones that can see us, or rather see me, are people like you who supposedly use their power for good. But, tell me something, what good does it do to be a jujutsu sorcerer, hmm? Your family risks themselves on the line for you, and in order to not have any harm be caused to you, they got you to transfer here, am I right?” Panic started to set in when you heard how accurate he was, describing your situation to the t.

He then places your panties aside, letting the cold wind graze your pussy as his hand starts to now rub you down there, your whimpers increasing. As his thick fingers started to play with your sensitive clit, he responded, “Oh? So you’re already wet for me, hmm? Don’t worry, I’m not interested in splitting you in half and leaving you out to dry,” he smirks, “I’m going to take care of you. I might just start with tasting you until you grind and ride my tongue. You'll end up begging for more. Then, if I am feeling particularly generous, I would give you my cocks. One at a time, or if you prefer, at once.” Wait a moment, cocks? He has more than one?

“Sir,” you broke your silence as your whimpers were slowly turning to moans, “If this is the only way I can be let go, I’d like this to happen for one night only.” This compromise was fair, according to you. You were not going to lie, despite him being a force to reckon with, he was alluring. He was hot, and clearly fuckable. What’s the harm in having this for one night, you thought to youself. With a wicked smile on his face, he responded, “See, we’re now making progress!” His warm breath tickles your cheek as his digits start to enter you, with a mouth suddenly appearing from the palm of his hand and his tongue licking your clit, your moans starting to turn to cries.

“But no. I will fill you up so fucking much, your belly will swell and your tight cunt will be overflowing with my seed, and that’s not all. I’ll take control over your other hole and ruin you. Then, you’ll be begging for another night of passion, again, again, and again! Darling, you are going to join the dark side, and I’ll fuck that into you to make sure.”

It’d been hours since you’d been crying, begging for mercy, with both of your clothes strewn across the hallway. Despite him kissing you all over with his mouths appearing from everywhere, he commanded you to hold your orgasm in. Whining in resistance, you wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes.

You’d never been into anal before, and you’d not imagined that his two girthy cocks would fit inside you, but he made them fit, saying that you “didn’t need any preparation,” and your vision started becoming blurry with tears. You felt that he was so good, that this could never just be a one-night only thing. He had to have his way with you every night, he was the King, after all.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the g-spot, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts.

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy delightful.

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, babbled and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with you eyes rolling at the back of the head, as a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted you inner walls of both the holes white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him.

For a fleeting moment, you thought of wanting to escape. Though, there was no one that could come to your rescue. How could they? The Menacing King was on a rampage, and news kept talking about his images being circulated around, and the fact that he’s very sly and always taking to the shadows, made him difficult to be found. Also, he had established his domain, Star Platinum, a starry barrier that would prevent anyone else from seeing the sinful act they were committing. So, as Jotaro kept drilling you, your moans were loud enough to catch people’s attention, but they were muffled by the barrier,and even if they knew where the voice was coming from, knowing he would be on the loose and start killing anyone who’d come in his way of being physically sated, people would choose to ignore you cries for their lives’ sake.

Contrary to what people would think, however, they weren’t cries of help at all, they were cries of pleasure. You loved that he’d taken notice of you, and was willing to ruin you until you joined the dark side. As he kept fucking into you, with both of you chasing your releases, you kept moaning, “I’ll forever be yours, Jotaro, sir. I’ll forever serve you. Please let me cum, please, please, pleaseeeee,”

It was when he noticed that you were truly enjoying this sensual reverie that that’s when his thrusts eventually became sloppier and with one final thrust, both of his hardened lengths twitched inside both of your holes, pouring his warm essence into you and riding out his orgasm.

As he stopped, and the gasps faded, Jotaro seemed to let go of your arms, with you about to fall, until he caught you, pulled you close to him and you shared a passionate kiss with his other set of hands, now free, cupping your cheeks. As you released youself from the kiss, you panted, all fucked-out but he was not willing to let you go so soon.

“So, will you be joining by my side?” He threw a knowing smile your way, knowing what your answer will be. With your lips enveloping in one passionate kiss, you whispered, “As long as you don’t keep slowing down like this, sir, I’ll be forever bound to you.”

With a wicked grin, he let out a rasp, “Now that’s my girl.” He felt himself hardening again, so he started to grind against you, “Now, on to the next point of our discussion, I’m going to need you to kill someone for me. You’d do that for me, won’t you, (Y/N)-chan?”

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