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moonywritez6 · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 4 Stygiophilia (Reupload)

Character: Dio Brando x Virgin reader

Reader: Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Unprotected sex, Stygiophilia, harsh language, corruption kink, rough sex, blood, talk of religion, mentions of going to hell, degradation, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, manipulation

Stygiophilia: Arousal to the thought of hellfire and damnation.

Wc: 5,042

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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"Young miss, please slow down! A lady must not run!" You heard one of your lady-in-waiting yells after you as you happily ran through the familiar corridors of your home. You were the younger sister of Jonathan Joestar and had been sent away to an all-girls boarding school for the last three years, so you were beyond excited to see your father and older brother. As you reach the front doors to the manor, your eyes light up at the familiar sight of your older brother, a giant smile on his face as he holds his arms out to you, ready to accept your tight embrace. "Brother! I missed you!" You cried while leaping into his arms, causing the older boy to laugh as he held you securely while spinning you around. Your lady-in-waiting finally catches up, placing her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath while trying to scold you.

"My dear sister, are you still causing trouble for people? What's the point of sending you to such a high-class school if you refuse to listen!" Jonathan laughs while playfully ruffling your hair. You pout, pushing his hand away as you stick your tongue out playfully, earning another bright smile from the brother you admired with all your heart. "I have so much I wish to talk about! Where is father?!" You cheered, looking around, wishing to tell him your stories. Jonathan frowns as he leads you into the manor by wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Y/n father's condition appears to be getting worse…he is now bedridden." Your eyes go wide in horror as you quickly take off towards your father's room, ignoring your brother's calls for you to wait.

You run up the stairs, shoes slipping off due to your rush, causing you to stumble a bit, but you pay them no mind as you go and push the doors to the room open, not bothering to knock. "Father!" You called tears in your eyes as you looked at the weak figure of your father sitting peacefully in his bed. "Ah, Y/n, my dear, you've come home!" Your father greets you with a small smile before coughing. You rush to his bedside and carefully place your hands on his. "Oh, Father, why didn't you tell me your condition worsened? I would have rushed to your side to help you recover!" Your father only smiles at your words as he gently runs his hand over your hair, comforting your anxious heart.

"That is exactly why I didn't write about it to you. Your studies in becoming a proper lady are far more important than this small illness." He declares, watching as your brows knit together in annoyance. Before you can give any protest to his words, he cuts you off, his gaze averting to one of the corners of the room. "Besides, I had your brothers here to help me. Isn't that right, Dio and Jonathan?" He asks with a soft smile. Your body stiffens at the name of the boy your father had taken into your home. You hated how your father addressed Dio as your brother, for you had never seen or accepted him as anything else but a cruel, uncaring man who took advantage of your father's kind nature. Slowly, you become aware of your father's presence and the other two who stood in the room with you. "That's right, Father. I have ensured to care for him, so you don't need to fret Y/n." Your body shivered, and blood ran cold at the familiar, sickening voice of Dio.

You slowly turn towards where the voice came from, your eyes locked with those dark, cold brown eyes that still torment you years later. “I see…thank you…” You whisper, trailing off as you never knew how to properly converse with the man whose eyes always stared deep into your soul. Dio gives you a smirk as he takes a few steps towards your form. You feel your heart racing with each step, your nerves screaming for you to move or run, but you can't. Thankfully, Jonathan, who had been silently standing by the door this whole time, moves to stand protectively by your side. Dio frowns at this while pretending to look hurt at the two of you. "What is it, Jonathan? I wish to give our dear Y/n a welcoming hug like you and Father." He defends a fake smile on his face as he outstretched his arms to you, expecting your sweet embrace.

You hesitate, eyes trailing to your brother, who looks down at you; worry fills his eyes. You devise an excuse to avoid hugging the man but stop when you feel your father gently squeeze your hands, earning your full attention. "Go on, Y/n! It's rude not to greet everyone, is it not?" You cringe at your father's words, knowing it would only cause problems for his health if you continued to avoid the man, he tried calling son. With a stiff nod, you slowly stand from the side of the bed, hands placed in front of you as you nervously fidget with your fingers and slowly take a few steps toward the much bigger man who looks at you with mischievous eyes. You bite your lip as you shakily bring your arms up for a hug. Dio quickly pulls you close to his chest in an extraordinarily tight and possessive hug.

"Welcome home, Y/n. We've all missed you dearly." You cringe at the fake joy in his voice, knowing it was all an act to get on your father's good side. Dio smirks as he leans his mouth close to your ear, whispering in a tone that no one else could hear. "I don't care how long it takes…you will submit to me." He growls darkly, causing your eyes to widen as you try to pull away from him but fail due to his tight grip. Dio smirks, finding your resistance adorable before his eyes lock with Jonathan, who glared at the two of you, not trusting Dio's intentions after having stumbled upon Dio and you years ago in the manor library. You hadn't done anything as Dio was the one who had you pinned to the bookshelf, his lips pressed angrily to yours. It was a sight Jonathan would never forget as he kept his pure and innocent sister far away from the man.

"I think that's enough, don't you, Dio?" Your brother asked while pulling you away from the blonde's grasp, causing Dio's lip to twitch in annoyance. "Of course, I'm just so excited to see the Joestar's sweet angel return to the manor after so long." He apologized, though you both knew it wasn't sincere. Jonathan frowned before leading you towards the door, stating that he would take you to your room as he assumed you were tired after such a long ride back. You bid goodbye to your father, ignoring Dio, who looked at you with dark and impure eyes. When you leave the room, Dio grits his fists at his side before licking his lip with amusement.

'Still clinging to that brother of yours like he'll be there forever. I'll have my chance my dear just you wait.'

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It had been a few weeks since you came back home. Thankfully, you didn't run into Dio much besides when you visited your father, or Jonathan was around to act as your shield. However, to your dismay, your older brother went off to try and find a cure due to your father's worsening condition, leaving you alone and defenseless. "Y/n, my dear, it's getting late. You should go and get some sleep; I'll be fine!" Your father laughed, trying to rid the frown that blemished your features. "But father, how can I sleep?! Your condition is worsening, and your brother has been gone for days without a word! I worry for both of you!" You cry, gripping his hands. Your father smiles before heavily coughing, causing your heart to ache.

"You've always been such a kind and caring girl, Y/n. I know your mother would be so proud to see the pure and elegant girl you've become." His confession shocks you at the mention of your deceased mother. You and Jonathan were half-siblings, neither having met your mothers due to the accident and your mother's illness. You always remembered the staff whispering badly about her because they were so in love with Jonathan's late mother. This left you feeling alone and secluded from everyone until your brother happily reached a handout for you. Since childhood, you made it a point to be a good and obedient daughter and sister to your family, not wanting to cause any problems. Of course, you would lie if you said being a good girl was easy.

"Now, give me your perfect smile before I get some rest!" Your father cheered, snapping you from your thoughts. You let out a small sigh before putting on that bright smile everyone seemed to love so much. With an approving nod, your father bids you goodnight as you silently walk back to your corridors. 'But I don't want to smile right now, father…I want to scream and cry…I want to feel sadness and anger. I want to scream at the heavens for cursing our family with such traffic fates.' You are shocked by the last thought as you quickly shake your head and slap your cheeks as you enter your room. "Don't think like that, Y/n! It's not good to think such things." You scold yourself as you lock the door before changing into one of your nightgowns.

"Oh? Do tell what things our angel might be thinking?" Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach at the sudden voice lurking in the corner of your room. You slowly turn to see Dio perched against your wall, his eyes shining from the moon's light. "D-Dio?! What are you doing in my room?!" You yelled, taking a step back as you glanced towards your door. Dio followed your eyes just as fast, a dark smirk coming to his lips as he let out an amused chuckle, carefully pushing himself away from the wall. "Father has been voicing concerns about you since Jonathan left. So, I thought I would do him a favor and keep you company." He excused himself as he made his way between you and the door. Your eyes narrow with his word choice as you clench your fists at your sides.

"Don't address him like that when we both know you don't see the Joestar home as a family." You declared feeling yourself growing angry at the situation. Dio looks at you with an emotion flashing past his eyes, one you don't recognize due to the room's darkness. He lets out an amused chuckle while running a hand through his hair, his face falling to one of annoyance, eyes darker than usual as he looks down at you, clicking his tongue. "I see that annoying eye of yours is still as sharp as ever, brat." He spat, finally showing his true colors like when he first arrived in your lives. "Though you must admit I've become a great actor." He joked. Before you could react, Dio's form was looming over yours. His eyes narrowed as he roughly took your wrist, holding it up towards his chest as he glared at you.

"Since we're on the topic…why don't you drop that pure angel act of yours?" Dio watched as your usually bright hues darkened all light, leaving them as you looked at him with a frown. "I do not like what you are insinuating Dio. Now, I must ask you to leave my room." You demanded your words cold as ice, holding no warmth for the man before you. Dio felt his chest puff with pride and joy as he got to see this expression for a second time. He remembers first seeing the dark look in your eyes when he stumbled upon you in the library years ago. The way you stared coldly at the books before you, not a single sight of joy to be seen. It excited him knowing that there was a darker side to the Joestars family within the girl whom everyone always spoke so purely of. He wanted to see more of it, more of the girl whose life has been dedicated to portraying a false sense of joy.

"There it is…" Dio whispered, his grip on your wrist tightening as he went and threw you onto the bed, causing a small gasp to leave your lips as you fell onto the soft surface. As you tried to get up, Dio sat on top of you, his legs trapping your smaller form as he gripped your wrists above your head, his face inches from yours as he looked at you with a sadistic grin on his face. The lack of distance allowed you to examine Dio's features closely. You couldn't deny that he was an attractive man and that you had once found yourself crushing on him, but due to his sick personality, you tried pushing the thought deep into the back of your mind.

"Tell me, does being so good to those who hate you get tiresome?" He asked, watching as your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Did you think I wouldn't notice how the staff treated you over the years? How they look at you with detest." Dio mocked his free hand, going to grab your chin, making it so you could not ignore him. You grit your teeth, anger filling your body as he mocked your hard work to be the perfect girl for your family, all the nights you spent wishing to be accepted by everyone. He would welcome you. To him, you were something to treasure and keep close to; he wanted all of it for himself.

"Dio, let me go this instant! I won't let you make a fool of me!" You yelled while trying to escape his grasp. Dio hummed, amused, as he leaned closer to your face, his lips inches away. "You're so cute; begging like anything could get you out of this." he mused before placing his lips roughly against your own. Your eyes went wide, remembering the last time this happened. How aggressive he was with you, the look in his eyes like a predator wanting to claim what's his. You whine into the kiss, your body reacting in a strange way as you feel a wave of heat rush to your skin. Dio hums, pulling away from the kiss as he watches the saliva still connecting you start to thin. "It must be so exhausting…being an angel." He confesses while carefully sliding his thumb across your bruising lips. He watches your face show surprise at his words, internally grinning as he finds your weak spot.

"Tell me…what was it you were thinking earlier, angel? Was it something impure?" He hoped his words were right as he watched your eyes shift away. You said nothing as you tried processing everything at once. Your silence annoyed Dio as he went and slid his tongue down your neck, his ears taking in your surprised gasp as you tried to squirm away, your legs pressing together. "Does the Joestars' pure and innocent child actually have a filthy mind?" He teased as he went and bit down on your soft spot, feeling himself grow excited when a moan slipped past your lips. "N-no! It's not like that! I don't think that way!" You pleaded, the feeling of his lips sucking on your skin, causing your cheeks to heat up as a strange tingling begins in your lower half. "Oh? Then tell me, if not that, then what? What could be plaguing that innocent mind of yours?" He coos his grip on your wrist tightening as his head moves towards your chest.

Your eyes widened as your heart started speeding up when you realized what he was planning. "It was only for a moment! I cursed the heavens, but I was wrong!" You confessed, hoping it would allow you to catch Dio off guard. However, your words caused something to snap inside Dio's mind as he looked down at you surprised, his heart rate rising as he felt his pants start to feel tighter as he took in your words. "Cursing the heavens? Isn't that a grave sin with you people who worship that God of yours?" He asks, unable to stop the growing smirk, his eyes glossing over with lust as he takes in how pure you looked trapped under him in that white nightgown that fit you perfectly. Your cheeks are deep red due to the unknown feelings starting up within.

"Tell me, angel…has a man ever touched you?" His question causes you to fume with embarrassment as you look away from him, not wanting to answer such a vulgar question. "H-How could you say such filthy things?!" You cried your mind spinning from the situation. Dio's eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his hand releasing your wrists, catching you by surprise as you looked up at him with confusion. "So, this body is still pure?" He asks with a voice filled with amusement as he trails his hands from your shoulders down to your breasts, roughly massaging them over your precious nightgown. Your eyes widen as you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that escape from the unknown feeling.

"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?" he muses, going and grinding against you, the bulge in his pants becoming evident as he finds himself tainting the pure body of Jonathan's most precious treasure. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the sinful sounds that tug at your throat. "N-no, stop it…AH!" Your back arches when Dio suddenly pulls the nightgown down, exposing your breasts to the cool air sending a chill throughout your body. Dio chuckles as he taunts you, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head. "This isn't good…for such a pure body; it sure is acting filthy to my touch." He sighed as he took the perked buds between his thumbs and index fingers, making sure to pinch and pull at them, watching as your body reacted innocently to his actions. "I-I's not my fault!" You tried to defend yourself, though you couldn't help but rub your legs together at his words. 'What's happening? Why am I getting so worked up?' You thought, not understanding your body at all.

"This body is untrained…safe from the fires of Satan." Dio starts before repositioning himself so that he can slide his hand under your nightgown, his fingers ghosting over the dampening fabric as he latches onto one of the perked buds, making sure to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, listening as you let out a loud cry your hands going to grip at his blonde strands. "S-stop! This is wrong!" You pleaded, though your mind couldn't help but betray you as multiple lewd thoughts started plaguing your mind, causing the spot between your thighs to spread against the thin fabric. Dio ignored you as his fingers went and started poking at your panties, chuckling when your thighs squeezed his hand.

"Careful, Y/n," Dio started as he pulled away from the mound of flesh with a pop, his tongue lapping at the hard bud with a dark smirk on his face as he looked up to see your lustful expression. He feels his bulge twitch as he presses his fingers past your panties, sliding them up and down your wet folds. "If you're too loud, everyone will know the sinful act you're committing. Do you want your father to know his angel is falling?" Dio laughed, finding his actions to be a rush as one finger pressed down on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back as you covered your lips with both hands, body shaking. Dio watches his sadistic grin, reaching his eyes that are wide with amusement as he lets out another booming laugh.

"Did you just cum Y/n? What a fucking slut." He growled as he twirled a finger around your freshly dripping hole, refusing to take his eyes away from yours as he watched you come down from your high. "I want you to listen to this, Y/n. Listen to how sinful your pussy is for me right now." He mumbled before slipping a digit inside. You whine in discomfort at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking your eyes from the feeling of Dio's thick finger roughly thrusting in and out of you. "Heh, does it hurt angel? Does having my finger inside this once untouched pussy feel strange?" His words are cruel as he watches your body, once pure and untouched, slowly form into an obedient toy just for him. "D-Dio…" Your words cut off as he slaps a hand over your face, eyes narrowed as he growls against your ear, his finger moving faster as you moan into his palm. "Shut up and listen, angel." He growls before adding another finger to stretch your tight walls further. "Do you hear that Y/n?" He questions while biting your earlobe, giving it a slight pull. You listen, your juices echoing off the walls of the dark room, filling your ears as Dio continues to invade you with his fingers.

"Listen to your sin, darling~" He sings, going to curl the tips of his fingers, causing a deep rumble in your throat as you look up at him, eyes no longer holding any innocent emotions as you allow your mind to be consumed by lust. You can't think straight as you go and stick your tongue out against his palm, the wet muscle licking against his rough skin, causing Dio to lick his lips as a low growl escapes his throat. "Filthy fucking girl. You're nothing but a sinful whore." He spat, looking down at you with disgust, but really, it drove him crazy. He was ruining you, the girl who always held such a beautiful smile, eyes shining so bright with love and joy now dimmed and corrupted, all thanks to him. No one else could ruin you like he was going to. He feels your walls spasm against his fingers, indicating you have orgasmed for the second time.

Dio pulls his fingers out, putting them inches from your face as he wiggles them around, allowing you to see how your juices coated them. "Look at them, Y/n. Your slutty juices are everywhere." He laughs before pulling down your panties as he goes and removes his clothing. You don't say anything as you lay there eyes half-lidded as you try to recover from all the pleasure flooding your mind. Dio notices your dazed-out expression, causing him to frown as he goes and smacks your cheek, causing your gaze to fall on him. "Don't you dare clock out on me now, you brat." He growls, going and spreading your legs wide enough for him to take in just how wet your pussy was. "Fuck so filthy, Y/n." He growls while giving his cock a few pumps, precum leaking from the slit.

You stare at him, trying to process what his next move is going to be. Dio smirked as he went and slid the tip between your folds, his cock becoming drenched from your messy pussy. It soon clicks what he plans on doing, and you look at him, panic written across your face. "N-No! You can't!" You cry, trying to move away from his giant figure. Dio scoffs as he roughly grabs you by the hips, pulling you back into place as his tip pokes at your entrance. He cups your cheek, eyes filled with a dark desire as he takes in your fearful expression, the tears in your eyes making him want to fuck you until they can't produce anymore. "Look at me, Y/n." He demands, watching as you obediently do as told, making him relish in his control over your once pure mind, now filled with corrupt thoughts of him. All him.

"I want to see you fall to hell with me, angel." His words were severe, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your chest tighten as his words caused your pussy to twitch. "Fall…to hell?" You whispered as if in a trance. Dio smirks, leaning his body over yours as he kisses the tears from your face. "Yes, my dear~ The two of us will be bound together for all eternity, our bodies burning from the flames of our sins~" He growled, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive and needy kiss. You whimper slowly opening your mouth to allow his tongue entry as he hungrily searched every corner of your mouth. "So, fall with me, angel…fall from the heavenly pedestal your family has placed you on and be damned to hell with just me by your side." He moaned into the kiss before pressing his cock into your virgin pussy.

Your eyes bulge from the intense pain as you grip Dio's biceps, your nails digging into his skin, drawing small amounts of blood, tears running down your cheeks as you cry into the kiss. Dio growls, eyes squeezing shut from how tight you were, his dick throbbing at the fact he was taking your virginity from you. Your pure body now destroyed by his corrupt one. He relishes that you will never be able to join your loved ones in heaven. You were all his forever. "I-it hurts!" You cry when he pulls away from the kiss. Your lips were bruised and swollen, eyes puffy and filled with tears as your cheeks flushed red and your body trembled. You were ruined, absolutely destroyed, and he loved it. "That's right, angel…feel all that pain, isn't it freeing?" Dio purred before moving his hips. You whine from the pain, wanting it to go away as you reach a handout towards him.

Dio snatched your hand, bringing it to his face as he inhaled your scent before locking eyes with you as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, watching you flinch as his thrusts became more aggressive. "Mmh~ Dio, your cock hurts! Please take it out!" You whine, though it falters when the pain turns into pleasure. "It's dirty! So dirty!" You cry, your legs wrapping around his waist and pushing him closer to you, causing his cock to go even deeper inside your impure pussy. You moan tossing your head back, mouth hanging open as drool falls from your chin. Dio watches you with an evil grin as he roughly grabs your hips, sure to leave bruises later. "That's right, angel fall with me! Join me in a world full of sin where just the two of us can rule!" He moans out, loving that he was destroying you. The girl he's had eyes on for seven years was not being roughly fucked underneath him.

You moan too fucked out to care who heard you anymore as you think of what awaits you once you are to leave this world. "I'm going to burn in hell, Dio~ my pussy is being fucked by a man I'm not married to!" You moaned out, unable to hold back your thoughts as a smile formed on your face from the idea of burning in the hot flames. Dio curses as his gaze travels down to where his cock disappeared inside you, his eyes narrowing when he sees the blood mixed with your juices leaking from his shaft down onto your once clean sheets. "He leans forwards, capturing one of your hands in his as he pounds into your abused pussy deep pants, leaving his lips as he takes you all in with his eyes. "Fall with me, angel…do you like that? The thought of being burned by hell's flames? Your pussy is sucking my dick so good, darling~" Dio coos as he kisses your neck, leaving marks wherever he can.

Your body shutters at the thought eyes in the back of your head, a giant smile on your face as you imagine your body being burned for the pleasure you were receiving in this life. Dio looks down at you, his heart racing about how you reacted to his words and actions. He loved that you were finally showing your true self to the you who worked so hard to be so suitable for everyone. Now you were good for just him. "Think about it, Y/n. You no longer have to please those worthless staff who treated you like the devil…because now you're my beautiful fallen angel…my sinful darling~" Dio growled, his cock twitching as he felt himself reaching his limit. You say nothing as you cry and moan, your stomach tightening for the third time.

'That's right… I'm no longer their angel…I can finally be free from this suffocating cage.' You thought tears formed in your eyes as they slid down the damn skin onto your messy sheets. "You'll be so beautiful screaming in agony~" Dio confesses the thought causing him to curse as his cock swelled inside you, his throat tightening as a vein popped out. "Fuck… I'm going to cum inside your filthy pussy Y/n!" He laughed, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You whined as he went and tossed your legs over his shoulders, the new position causing him to press against your womb. Your eyes went wide as you felt something inside you snap your juices spraying all over Dio's cock as a puddle stained the sheets. Your vision went white, no sound leaving your lips as your body violently shook.

Dio laughs like crazy after witnessing you squirt all over him, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Hahaha! Sorry JoJo! Looks like I've turned your precious little sister into such a sinful devil fit just for my cock~" He laughs manically before gripping your face with one hand as he looks at you with that sadistic look back on his face. He feels himself reach his limit as he cums deep inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

"Look at me Y/n. I want to see you fall to hell with me darling~"

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tasteofgummies · 1 year

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Living with them #1 [PB]

CW: obsession, manipulative behavior

If you're under 16 please dni

Jonathan Joestar

>Ever since you appeared on his dreams for the first time, he knew you were the one for him

>He's the one who has a hardest time adjusting to new technologies

>And don't get me started on meme culture, he'll never get it

>Please don't leave him alone if you have your card information saved, he'll forget it's not his Joestar money anymore and spend your money on trinkets

>He does his absolute best to help you out around the house, even if he's bad at it

>He's sad when he doesn't do a good job, even when you aren't mean about it

>"Oh, I need to sweep the floors" you said, something so innocent, yet he felt so sad:(( he already did that, can't you tell?

>He won't tell you, he'll just sulk around

>When you were just visions, Dio used to bully him about his crush on you

>"Huh, so you really think someone like them would pick you? Don't make me laugh Jojo, you're an idiot" —Said Dio, who also was developing a crush on you

>Thrives off your attention, whether is a brief smile, or a full on conversation, he's thinking about it all day long

>Feels so giddy when you "protect" him and tell Dio he's being too mean to him, finally! Someone who believes him over his brother! Not even his father does that

>But you're different, you truly appreciate him

>He can feel a little homesick, but then thinks it's only a matter of time before he's back, so it's fine

>Wait, it's not fine, that means it's only a matter of time before he has to leave you...

>Let's not think about that!

>Has a good relationship with your cat

>Since they don't have documentation to prove they exist in this, they can't get "real" jobs

>But he offers his clothes and jewelry to you as a mean of payment, you got enough money to buy groceries for a couple months plus two mattresses for them

>He wishes he could sleep next to you, but he would never say it

>So scandalous! You're not even betrothed to one another and he's having these thoughts...

>As a whole, he's a good roomie, doesn't overstep any boundaries, helps around, and doesn't break or steal anything, 8/10

Dio Brando

>When you appeared in visions, he believed you a deity, a saint, a powerful mage, even a demon, reaching out to him

>Definitely not a single [age]-something having a 9 to 5 job and a cat

>Unlike Jonathan, who's oblivious, he knows he wants you

>He can't figure out his feeling quite yet, but he knows you have something he wants for himself, and he can't allow that Joestar to just go and take it from his hands

>He's honestly so dangerous even outside his turf

>Let's all remember that before the stone mask and before The World, what always made Dio powerful was how charming he was

>He watches Phantom Blood behind your back to know exactly what kind of image you would have of him based on the contents

>He was not pleased

>Now he knows you won't be as easily manipulated

>He performs flawlessly around the house, but never asks for your praise

>He wants it, but he wants to appear as the most "down to earth" option, contrary to Jonathan's carelessness

>He's intending to have a "villain redemption arc" and a "roommates to lovers" situation happen, as they call it (yes, he has been researching common romance tropes, not because he likes you, it's just it's easier to have you under control if you're in love with him, that's all -liar-)

>Won't get a job, just no

>Isn't a natural at the new technologies, but it's notably better than Jonathan

>Won't pull a Danny on your cat, but he doesn't love them, they're in a constant silent war

>He was the one who saw you first, that got to feel your presence first, is only fair you would pay attention to him instead of his buffoon of a "brother"

>He will manipulate you by making you think he's slowly warming up to you, acting cold and crass at first, only to then surprise you with small acts of tenderness

>Since he knows he's defeated in his universe, he doesn't want to go back until he has learned a couple things

>Is still deciding whether or not he'll use you to increase his power and leave you, or take you with him to his world, as a living trophy

>in roomie material, a solid 7/10, as a yandere, I wish you luck

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 1 year

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Behind the Mask (PB! Dio x Reader

One-Shot | This Bizarre World)

A/n: IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I'VE UPDATED THIS. HERE, HAVE SOME PHANTOM BLOOD DIO WHILE IT GET BACK IN THE GROOVE :)

I worked as an apprentice for Wang Chang in the slums of the city. I was very young, only in my early teens. It was a small shop where I made enough money to buy food and keep the house I lived in. The job wasn’t that bad. The officers usually stayed away and we got wealthy customers. I didn’t only clean up, or tend to buyers, but I also helped create my own poisons. I hoped that one day I would become known for my poisons. I worked on a new experiment at the counter, crushing up the ingredients. This poison was disguised as medicine. Take a bit of it and you die within weeks. The symptoms were chest pains, swollen fingers, and coughing. It was deadly indeed.

The front entrance bell ran and the door opened. A masked man entered and closed the door behind him. I put down the vial I had in my hand. I eyed the man. One reason I was hired was because I could figure out what the customer wanted in a matter of moments. I was good at deducing things. He was around my age, maybe even older. His crimson eyes examined the area. From the look of it, this man wanted something to take out someone he despised. He ran his fingers around a bottle. A red mark on the side of his face meant he had been struck earlier. It was a fresh wound. His blonde hair had been messily combed back. He was in a rush, I suspect. What really caught my eye were the three moles on his ears. Mr. Chang once told me there was a man from his homeland who had similar moles. They meant good luck. This customer would prosper in life.

“You there,” I said. He turned around. “What are you specifically looking for?” I asked. He put the bottle back on the shelf.

“Do you have anything that can kill a man in a matter of days?” he asked. I smiled slyly.

“Indeed I do,” I replied. I motioned him over. “This powder may seem like medicine, but it’s a poison that can kill someone with just one dose.” I carefully lifted the bowl which the poison was in so the customer could see. “I haven’t had the chance to test it yet, but it should work.” I grinned. “How about we make a deal?” I asked. “You test this poison out on whoever it is you want to kill and you bring me back the results. If it doesn’t work, I will get you a better poison.”

“How much does it cost?” the man asked. He reached in his pocket. I shook my head.

“It’s free for you,” I answered with a grin. The man cleared his throat. Under his mask I could see a bit of red. I grabbed a pouch and poured the powder into it. I grabbed the man’s hand and placed the pouch in his grip. “Come back once the deed has been done.”

“Thank you,” he said, turning on his heel to leave.

“Before you go,” I said, “I have a little something for you.” The man turned back. I pulled out a sharp knife from my pocket. “I’m not going to kill you with this, but rather, give it to you.” I reached my hand out. The man grabbed the knife. The blade was curved, good for concealing. The man ran his finger down the handle.

“This is a good gift,” he said. “But I don’t need it. Keep it for yourself.” He handed me back the knife. He turned to leave. “I shall return once my father is dead.”

“Bye bye,” I said with a grin. Just as he was out, I whispered, “Go out there and take this useless world for all you can get.”

A few weeks passed by. Mr. Chang was out in the back dealing out some poisons I wasn’t allowed to sell with some special customers. I restocked the shelves, standing one my toes to reach the high shelf. The door opened again. I turned around. The masked man was back. I smiled. “Welcome back,” I said. “Did it work?”

“It did,” he answered. “My father has died.” So that’s who he wanted to kill. The slapped cheek must’ve come from the mentioned father.

“So now what?” I asked. “Where will you go?” I was intrigued by this situation. This customer was going to go places I couldn’t go to. He was lucky.

“My father is owed a debt,” he replied. “I will go live with the Joestars. I will become a rich man by any means necessary and no one will stop me.” I smirked.

“Seems you have a plan,” I said. The man swallowed the lump in his throat. He was slightly red and sweating. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I asked. The man’s fingers reached for his mask and he took it off. I cleared my throat. He was handsome, that was true. I felt my face heat up.

“I was just wondering if you would join me by my side,” he said. “It’s because of you, I’m closer to becoming powerful.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Would you join me?” he asked. I smiled and took his hands.

“Sir, where you’re going, I cannot follow,” I answered. “This is your destiny, not mine.” The man lowered his head. He exhaled slowly.

“May I at least get your name?” he asked. I smiled.

“Yes, it’s Y/n L/n,” I replied. The man looked up and our eyes met.

“My name is Dio Brando,” he said.

Seven years after Dio left to live with his new family, I had become business partners with Mr. Chang. Because of me, business was booming. We were famous in the blackmarket. Speaking of the blackmarket, Mr. Chang was off at a convention while I stayed to tend to the shop. Unfortunately for me, the son of Mr. Joestar, Jonathan, and his friend had found out that I sold Dio the poison used to kill his father. Apparently, he had given the same poison to George Joestar. Now his son wanted to save him. I didn’t give up without a fight. I was overpowered and lost. I had to give away the antidote I had created soon after Dio’s departure. I was dragged away against my will to the mansion. I was forced to confess my story and was cuffed by the police. I sat in the darkness as Jonathan waited for Dio. A storm was about to rage outside.

“So how is it that you came under these dreadful circumstances?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him and kept my mouth shut. I snorted some snot off onto Jonathan’s shoe. I did not like him one bit. If I could, I would use my knife to stab him and get out. Jonathan gave an exasperated sigh and walked away. The front door opened without a loud sounding creak. Dio was back.

“Butler!” his voice called out. “Why is there no light?” My lips softly parted at his voice. It’d been a while since I last saw him. I knew he was just a customer, but I was drawn to him. Amazed by him, I guess I could say. I cupped my hand over my ear, trying to drop in on Jonathan’s and Dio’s conversation.

“Get up,” an officer said. He lifted me up by my collar and dragged me behind a curtain. I was closer to conversation now. Jonathan’s friend was talking now. I held my breath. What was to happen next? I clenched my hands. I felt sick. I felt vulnerable here. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my knife. I had a good grip on the handle. I was ready to stab anyone.

“This face is familiar to you, isn’t it?” I was grabbed by my collar again and thrown out in the front. I grunted and nearly tripped. Dio gasped. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at me. I kept a serious face.

“This person has testified that they sold you the poison,” Jonathan explained. Dio was sweating. His teeth were clenched tightly. Mr. Joestar entered the room with the rest of the officers. I kept my eyes on Dio. He was furious. His eyes twitched and he was bound to break his teeth the way he gritted them. Dio sighed and closed his eyes, holding his head down low. He rose from the chair he was sitting in.

“So this is the end?” he asked. I scoffed.

“They won’t catch him,” I whispered softly to myself. “That face and three moles on his ear means he was born with the devil’s own luck.” I braced myself for what would happen next. The officers grabbed my shoulders and dragged me away. “Gah, let me go!” I scowled. “I want to stay.” The officers agreed. I turned around.

“Jojo, I want you to be the one to handcuff me,” Dio said, holding his hands up. “For our years together.”

“All right,” Jonathan replied. I smirked. The constable handed Jojo the handcuffs.

“Be careful, Jonathan!” his friend said. Jojo approached Dio.

“Jojo, being human means having limits,” Dio said, with a sad look on his face. “I’ve learned something. The more carefully you scheme, the more unexpected events come along.” Dio glanced at me and smiled. “As long as you are human.”

“What do you mean?” Jojo asked. Dio’s smile turned into a sinister grin.

“I’m throwing away my humanity, Jojo!” he yelled. I grinned widely. I pushed aside the officers and pulled out my knife.

“Dio, catch!” I shouted. I tried to throw it at him, but with my chained hands it was hard. Luckily Dio caught it. He thrusted it towards Jonathan, hitting Mr. Joestar who took the hit. Dio took the splattered blood and painted it on a mask he held onto. He placed it over his face and laughed maniacally. I covered my face from the bright light. When I removed my hands, Dio’s body had been shot at. He laid outside in the rain. But I knew this wasn’t the end of him. He wouldn’t be the same man behind the mask I met years ago.

He would be back stronger then he was before.

The World would be his and I would be right beside him.

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maladaptivedongdreamer · 2 years

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Cassandra Gemini: Multiple Spouse Wounds

Dio Brando x fem!Reader (4.2 k words)

"No there's no light,

In the darkest of your furthest reaches."

Warnings: Reader is female and a prostitute; crude languange; blood and misery uwu; Dio is a total dick, spoiler alert; the ending might qualify as Dead Dove?

I think I bit more than I could chew with this one: since I love these types of stories, I got carried away. I reckon that the pacing is not the greatest, nor is the build-up. There is a lot of "tell", not as much "show" as I'd like. This one-shot could one day become a long fic, in which I would explore more of the relationship between Reader and Dio and Reader's background. However, I had a blast writing this, which is all that I care about at the moment. Enjoy. Or not. Like, subscribe and click that notification bell.

He had booked you for the whole night, much to Madame De Duchny's delight. The other girls watched you close the door to the suite with a sigh of envy. Not that it was unusual for Dio to be so generous: at least twice a month he would come to London and spend some time with you; considering your predicament, the only way he could do so was by paying a decent amount of money to secure your company and undivided attention. You had to admit to yourself that it made you feel special.

That's why you would make sure that everything was perfect: you took a long bath, scrubbing at every inch of your body, and applied an oriental perfumed oil; Madame herself helped you with your hair - an honor not many girls have been granted.

"I think this young gentleman is in love with you", she said, as she pinned one of your braids on the top of your head. You felt your cheeks burn as you lowered your eyes. Madame De Duchny laughed at your virginal reaction: the irony of your maidenly shyness in a place like that wasn't lost on her. Maybe that was why she took a liking to you. She clapped her hands like a delighted overgrown toddler and took a step back to admire her work. "From what I've heard, he's pretty rich as well", she added.

You bit your lip and didn't reply to her insinuation. When you first met him, he was not.

You had met Dio Brando years prior. Your mom had sent you to work at the closest tavern, so that you could support your family; specifically, your step-father's alcohol addiction. You were barely fourteen at the time, yet most of the greasy men that hanged around at the "Rose of Thames" were already ogling you. Their putrid breaths as they smelled your hair when you brought them their booze would haunt you for the rest of your life. Their laughter echoing in your ears as you hastily shied away from them was the companion of your long working hours.

When you complained with your mother about the tavern's attendees, she scoffed, a bitter smile forming on her pale lips. "If you prefer, I can ask Madame De Duchny to take you in. I'm sure there's plenty of men who would kill to put their hands on such a fresh piece of meat". Her crude words made you tear up: you learned not to bring up any more complaints about your awful working conditions.

The day you met Dio you weren't feeling your best. Your mother's husband had fallen sick, so the meagre amount of money that you had in the house had been spent on decent food and medical attention. You hadn't been eating in a while, so you were feeling light-headed. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, the owners of the "Rose" , didn't seem to notice the state you were in and you were too shy to ask for a piece of bread. Not that they have been mistreating you, but they were business people and hard workers with little to no sympathy towards the others. Unless they could make them money, of course: the couple seemed to know everything about what was going on at the docks nearby, every well-kept secret was known by them. You had seen distinguished gentlemen enter the tavern and pay a fair amount of money for the most precious of goods the Robinsons could offer: information.

At first, you thought that Dio, in spite of his young age, was one of those people. When he sat at a table and ordered a full dinner and a pint of cider, you found yourself intrigued by his mature demeanor: his warm topaz irises were inspecting the place, as if he was looking for someone, and when he spoke his voice was firm. How much older than you could he have been? You brought him his dinner and your mouth let out a gasp of surprise: a chessboard had been placed on the sticky wooden table, and sitting in front of the blond boy was a man three times his age, yelling profanities.

The boy had raised his head to look at you as you placed his meal in front of him. A sudden burst of anger from his chess opponent made you jolt and you almost spilled some of the cider on the table, adding to the stickiness of it. You mumbled an apology and bowed your head at the customers, but before you could raise your head from your curtsey, a knife had been lodged into the table, so close to the older man's hand, that you were sure that he had been wounded.

Everyone in the tavern stood silent and turned around to observe the scene, ready to intervene. You could feel Mrs. Robinson's eyes burning through your skull, but you were unable to move: frozen in place, your eyes were darting from the blonde boy's frame to the old man, waiting for something to happen. Finally, the old man bursted out laughing, his head thrown back as he - once more - slammed his closed fist on the table. Some of the wooden pieces of chess fell from the tremor. In spite of his aggressive gesture, the boy seemed relieved: his shoulders relaxed as he breathed out; with a corner of your eye, you could see a smile forming on his lips.

"Brando, you bastard!" the man said as he pulled a small leather pouch from a pocket in his double-breasted jacket; he threw some coins on the table towards the boy as he rose up on his feet. "One day, I'll find out your secret! Unless you end up dead on the bottom of the river first, that's it." The man emptied his pint in a single gulp and gave it to you. "I am sorry for startling you, dear. Tell Mrs. Robinson I'm paying for this boy's dinner, and bring me another beer." You nodded and mumbled a trembling "yes, Sir" as the man walked towards another table, where his drinking companions saluted him with consoling pats on his back.

You were about to leave, when the boy stopped you by grabbing you by your wrist. Without saying another word, he let you go and started eating his dinner. When you felt the cold metal of a coin pressed against your skin, under your sleeve, your cheeks turned as bright red as poppies. You didn't even manage to mutter your gratitude, before Mrs. Robinson yelled your name from the counter.

Following that day, Dio Brando kept coming to the "Rose of Thames" more frequently, and everytime he gave you something, unbeknownst to the Robinsons. This allowed you to buy some bread for your sustenance and keep a secret stash of money, hidden from your family.

He never seemed to acknowledge your gratitude. That's why you decided to thank him properly, with a gesture that ultimately bound you together. With some of the money that you spared, in a matter of weeks you finally managed to buy a small piece of expensive fabric. After bargaining with the merchant, you brought home the crimson cotton batiste sample and a matching sewing thread. Since you were hiding your activity from your family, your work proceeded much slower than you hoped, only sewing during the rare occasions when you were alone.

The day you finally completed the gift, your heart was racing. However, you soon realized that your plan was cracking from all fronts. To begin with, how were you supposed to give your present to him? What if he mocked you? What if he didn't like it? The item was humbly covered in an old newspaper. What if he didn't understand? What if he threw it away?

As you approached him, you could feel your heart racing; you placed the tray on the table and served him carefully. He was alone: it was the right moment. You had hidden the package under your garments, tying it with a piece of string to your calf. Before serving him, you had hastily collected the package and placed it on the tray.

"What is -." Before he could finish asking his question, you disappeared behind the counter. You felt as if you were going to feel sick. Even Mrs. Robinson noticed that something was off; she looked at you questioningly, with her head tilted to the side and squinting her eyes, like a lazily observing a potential prey. For the rest of the night, you worked as hard as ever, trying not to look in Dio's direction. When you noticed he was no longer sitting at the table, you felt your heart sink.

That night, Dio was waiting for you to finish working. As you exited the tavern, yawning, you felt a hand grabbing you by your wrist. Before you could let out a scream, another hand had been placed on your mouth. "Be quiet", a familiar voice ordered. "It's me." As you slowly relaxed, the boy uncovered your mouth. He made you turn around to face him, his eyes meeting yours; blonde hair was framing his features, which reminded you of the angel statues that you've seen in Church. You never noticed how handsome he was and now that you finally did, you couldn't bear his topaz eyes inspecting you. You lowered your gaze, but the two of you were so close that wherever you looked, you couldn't avoid him. His neck, his chest, his arms: he was so close that he seemed to be everywhere. "What is this?" He asked again, taking the red fabric out of the pocket of his jacket.

"A necktie, Sir", you muttered.

"Why?" he immediately urged you with another question. His grip on your wrist tightened and you frowned from the pain, but he didn't loosen his hold on you.

"To thank you, Sir." Silence followed. Your heart now seemed to have stopped beating as you waited for his reply. You dared to look up at him again and you almost let out another scream. His beautiful appearance was spoiled by anger: his brows furrowed together, his eyes as dark as the water of the Thames sloshing nearby; his lips were tight and when he finally spoke his words were cruel.

"Your mother is a whore, isn't she?" You felt your lower lip tremble involuntarily as your throat tightened. Why was he being so mean to you? Seeing your reaction didn't seem to appease him; he continued with a vitriol filled smile, almost as if your annihilation was feeding him. "If you really want to thank me, I can think of a better way to do so." You pulled your arm from his grip, but his fingers only seemed to wrap tighter around your wrist. In response to your attempt, he drew you closer to him, as he enveloped your waist with his free arm.

You turned your head to the side as he leaned closer to you. You felt the tears that had been building in your eyes roll down your cheeks as you pleaded. "Please, Sir. I am an honest girl. I just wanted to express my gratitude, for you have helped me when I needed it the most." He didn't reply, but you felt a huff of air caressing your ear and a chuckle. He let go of you and you took a step back to distance yourself from him. You couldn't look at him, so you kept your eyes low; your hands were grasping at the fabric of your skirt nervously.

"I apologize", you heard. You rose your head in surprise, as the voice leaving Dio's lips was once again the firm and controlled one you'd heard for the past weeks. His appearance was also, once again, conforming to his usual demeanor: his traits were now relaxed in a confident smile and his topaz irises reflecting the moonlight were no longer darkened by rage. The transformation left you speechless. Did you just imagine everything? You nodded and bowed in response, incapable of articulating a word.

He offered you his arm, which only made your atonement grow. Seeing your hesitation, the corners of his lips rose in a smile. "I want to walk you home. It's late, and there are a lot of bad guys lurking in the shadows."

You considered your options: could you trust him? He had the chance to assault you mere minutes earlier, but he stopped. Before waiting for a response, he took the initiative and, arm in arm, the two of you proceeded towards your place.

During the walk, he chatted most of the time, whereas you couldn't say more than a word or two. He seemed to know a lot of things, as he told you many interesting facts. You could've listened to his voice for hours, no matter the subject of his soliloquy. He told you goodbye with a courtesy, taking his beret off his head, making you smile with his gallantry. His charming personality had intoxicated you , making your head spin and your heart flutter. Only when you finally laid down in your bed, you realized that he knew where you lived without you telling him.

From that night on, Dio took a habit of walking you home. As you grew acquainted with his antics, you slowly let yourself open up to him. With time, your conversations became more personal, as you told him more about your family, your dreams and aspirations.

"You want to become a seamstress, then?" he asked. You nodded enthusiastically.

"And you, Dio?" He rarely spoke about himself, preferring to ask you questions, or chat about more impersonal matters.

As he answered a shiver went down your spine: for the first time after that night when he confronted you about the tie, you saw the darkness in his eyes. "I want to take what's mine." You didn't say anything, as the intensity of his words took your breath away.

"I wish you that you reach your end goals, then", you finally said. He turned around and smiled at you; you felt your lips naturally turn into a smile in response.

As always, after showing the scariest aspects of his personality, he managed to delete every doubt that might have surged about his intentions with his angelic appearance and entertaining conversation.

You heard that Dio's father had fallen sick from Mrs. Robinson. She whispered it to you confidentially as you took the tray with his usual dinner from her. You felt a sense of apprehension making its way through your chest. He never spoke about his family to you, but you could gather from various pieces of information that he let slip, that his father was alive. The fact that he never spoke about him made it clear to you that he wasn't exactly fond of his parent. However, his father's life being at stake had to be impacting him in some way. You were expecting for him to seem upset when he turned around to greet you, but he was the same Dio as always, with his beautiful features. If anything, it seemed as if the light in his eyes shined brighter than usual, making his warm irises look almost crimson. You thought that maybe he would talk to you that night, during your usual walk to your place. He didn't.

In the next couple of days, you kept a closer look on him, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe his father's condition was not as bad as Mrs. Robinson made it seem.

Finally, before wishing you goodnight, a week later Dio announced to you the death of his father. For the first time ever, he was also wearing the necktie you made for him. You felt tears build up in your eyes and you covered your mouth in shock, incapable of finding the right words to comfort him. However, nothing in his expression seemed to betray any sort of grief. He acknowledged your condolences with words of gratitude and a bow, but you could swear he was smiling as he lowered his head.

"I am leaving London", he announced. You felt a warm tear escape the barrier of your lower lid and roll down your cheek. You tried to hide by turning around, but he didn't let you. Grabbing you by the wrist, as he did that first night, but more gently, Dio pulled you against his chest and embraced you. With your head hidden, you allowed your tears to flow freely, wetting the coarse fabric of his coat. Finally, taking you by surprise, Dio placed a hand on your chin and lifted your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. When he placed his lips on yours, you felt your legs grow weaker and were thankful for his firm grip on your figure. The wind offered solace to your burning hot cheeks as his cold lips were stealing your first kiss. When he interrupted the kiss, you were no longer crying. He smiled, and took advantage of your silence to continue. "I doubt I will come back here any time soon. If everything goes according to plan, if I ever return I will not be the same Dio Brando you knew, a poor bastard with no money and no future." You tried to protest against his description of himself, but he talked over your shy muttered words. "I know that you can read and write", he continued. Your cheeks flushed red once again, happy that he would remember such a detail and ashamed of the unlikely circumstances of your education: as you spent most of your childhood in a brothel, all you knew you'd learnt there. One of your mother's colleagues was a fallen from grace governess, who was found having an affair with a nobleman; she had taught you how to write and read, and even lent you books. "I will write you a letter as soon as I can."

That night, you said your goodbyes. You had to wait years before you'd seen him again but he kept his promise and the two of you maintained a rich and constant correspondence. You were happy that he had been adopted by a rich family and that he no longer had to worry about day to day survival; he was going to college in prestigious institutions, he was cared for, well-fed and well-dressed. His dreams seemed to have come true.

Unlike yours. The money from your work at the tavern was no longer enough to pay for your step-father's drinking habits and your little siblings' food. All your savings vanished in thin air when your mother gave to light a new family member: a new mouth in the house meant more expenses. You tried to find a job in one of the many sewing ateliers of London, but no one would employ a young woman without any formal training; some had offered you a position as an apprentice, but you needed money to maintain your family.

In a letter to Dio, you announced that your mother had arranged for you to work at the brothel. The tears staining the letter made it hard to read, but you knew that he would understand anyway. When his response arrived, you were already working under Madame De Duchny. He reassured you that your predicament changed nothing about his feelings for you and that he would visit you soon: he was about to start college, which would grant him much more freedom.

His letters and, later on, his visits, were the only thing keeping you sane. Even when the job became nothing more than a routine, and you stopped crying before every client, you couldn't let go of the hope that one day you would be free to leave the brothel. Maybe along Dio.

That night, as Madame De Duchny closed the door behind her, leaving you alone in the special guests' room, uneasiness washed over you. Your chest felt like a trap for your lungs, as if it couldn't expand to fill your body with sufficient air. It didn't depend on the corset either, for you had grown used to uncomfortable undergarments.

You decided to open the window and let the frigid October wind in. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the crisp air: the full moon was visible in the sky, since it was a rare cloudless night. Its light was shining bright and illuminating the room.

That's why you immediately opened your eyes when a shadow formed behind your closed lids, as if something, or someone, was standing between you and the full moon. Nothing was there, but your heart was racing. Maybe you were indeed feeling unwell that night. You closed the window and turned around. As you saw two red eyes shining in the darkness of your room, you jolted and a gasp slipped through your lips. When did the candles get blown out?

A familiar face made its way towards you, out of the shadows. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you recognised Dio's imposing stature; his hair had grown longer since the last time you saw him, crowning his algid handsome features in wild golden ringlets. He was even more beautiful than usual.

You were entranced by his inhuman appearance. The moon was throwing a pale light on the highest points of his face - his long straight nose, his square jaw and pronounced cheekbones, his cupid's bow and the smooth skin of his forehead - while the rest of his figure was still engulfed by shadows. He was towering over you and for a brief moment you felt like a mouse trapped in a corner by a large cat.

"Hello, my dear", he finally spoke. His words were sweet like honey, yet the sinister light in his eyes made you take a step backwards. His smile broadened and that's when you noticed his teeth: his canines were unnaturally long, biting sharp into his lower lip. You covered your mouth with your hands, your eyes widened in terror. Dio laughed, making your blood freeze in your veins. Something was different, he was no longer the man you knew. His eyes had captured yours and you couldn't stop staring at those crimson red irises. You could see your silhouette reflected in his eyes, standing out as a dark shadow in the moonlight. You had reached the window: you could go no further.

"Dio?" you finally asked, hesitantly. He laughed once more. He pressed his body against yours, but for once you didn't feel the comforting warmth of his skin. In fact he was as cold as a corpse when he took you in his arms.

He roughly pushed you onto the mattress of the bed with a force that took your breath away. He ripped your corset off with a single hand, leaving you exposed and scared. You felt a sharp pain on your chest and realized with horror that there were claw marks on your skin. A pained moan was muffled by Dio's lips hungrily pushing into yours. His sharp teeth bit into your soft flesh, making tears roll down your cheeks into the mattress and your hair.

"You will serve me well once last time", he said as he moved down, leaving a bloody trail on your cheek. You could feel your heart beating in your chest like a bird in a cage. What did he mean? You felt his cat-like rough tongue lapping at the wound on your chest. You tried to push him away, but it felt as if you were trying to move a statue.

"Dio, please -", you tried to beg him. He had ripped your lower garments off you and his clawed fingers were now puncturing the flesh on your hips.

"Shut up, whore", he ordered. His words hurt more than any of the wounds he was leaving on your body. He had never called you names before.

"You are not the Dio I know", you said through tears. You heard him laugh against your neck as his claws penetrated deeper into your flesh. You felt yourself grow weaker and your thoughts became more unclear, foggy even, by the second.

"You have served me well. You taught me that I can fool simpletons like you into loving me, that I can charm my way into anyone's heart." What did he mean? Your limbs felt heavy; all the pain seemed to have disappeared from your body. You were staring at the ceiling; in the darkness, the only thing left was Dio's voice. You understood the meaning of his words, yet you didn't have the energy to feel sad, hurt or angry. "Then, you entertained me with your misery, as I got closer to the fulfillment of my dreams. Now, all you are", his voice felt distant as he spoke, echoing in the darkness that was enveloping all your senses, "is useless."

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dilftaroooo · 9 months

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You hate to say it but your new boyfriend is so fucking boring — sending those bland ass texts you repeatedly have to force yourself to respond to, stepping out on your days off, constantly reminding you that he hasn’t seen his “bros” in a while before leaving for hours. Hell, the nigga can’t even get you to cum on his dick.

So who can blame you for substituting him with one of his friends? A best friend, at that. He always had a thing for you anyway. Initiating conversation with you while occasionally stealing glances at your chest, nipples firm and erect and pointing directly at him as you tell him your whereabouts and life updates. Never missing the opportunity to admire you just a little longer. You just looked so good to him.

Even when you bent over to pick up the pen you coincidentally dropped you felt his eyes staring dead center at the sight of your panties. You even wore his favorite color since you’re so considerate.

So considerate, actually, that you even let him rail his thick cock inside your pussy, cream coating his dick like chocolate covered strawberries, so enticing and delicious he can’t help but sneak a taste of your quivering cervix and flavorful moans. His arms (still sore from his workout routine prior to fucking you silly) wrapped around your knees as your back is pressed firmly against his sweaty chest for a full nelson.

“Go on, keep singing to me, pretty baby. Show me what that pussy can do.” He would coo into your ear with that sultry voice of his, washing up all that tension you had built up previous to his arrival. You would show him what it is your pussy can do as you squirt around his length, tainting your faux marble floors along with it.

You loved it when he called you his “pretty girl” — your cunt even fluttered around him when you heard the words slur from his moist lips. He spoils you so much, him and his dick. What’s even the point of going back to, er, what was his name again? You guess it doesn’t matter. His missed phone calls and urgent texts don’t matter either. Not when you’re getting fucked like this.

ㅤㅤㅤ— gojo geto todo toji sukuna miguel ghost joseph joe.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ DIO josuke risotto abbacchio gyro

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thornybubbles · 3 months

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Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What…???

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

That had to be it.

It was the only thing that made sense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Star Platinum!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that understood?” he asked.

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

… like a good little fan should…

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3niqma · 10 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. ₊˚ෆ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡, 𝐬𝐝𝐜 𝐣𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨, 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨, 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫, 𝐝𝐢𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

jonathan joestar

sfw!

⋆ would def pick flowers for you and surprise you with them! ❀

⋆ loves to help you cook & bake, especially when you're making cookies or pastries. mans literally jumps at the oppurtunity to help his lady out.

⋆ would write you small letters in which he reminded you how special you are to him and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

⋆ loves to hold your hand in his, basically 24/7. he thinks it's adorable how your hands are so small compared to his.

⋆ loves to hold you in general, he's very big on pda.

⋆ when he doesn't have to train, he always hopes it's sunny outside so he can take you on a long walk, and have a picnic! 🌷🧺*:･

⋆ sometimes speedwagon & will are invited (will decided to crash it and speedwagon couldn't stop him).

⋆ you can bet your ass he did all the preperations for the picnic without your knowledge.

⋆ not a day goes by without him verbally saying "i love you".

nsfw!

⋆ will literally spend hours eating you out, he has a strict policy that you MUST cum before him, his own release be damned. ladies first.

⋆ slow love making with him praising the shit out of you.

⋆ "you're doing so well darling, taking me so good."

⋆ "look at you, all sprawled out for me, and that face.. you're absolutely enchanting. you're driving me crazy, my dearest."

⋆ during the early stage of your relationship, dio has tried to convince you that you'd be better off with 'a real man' instead of jonathan.

⋆ "sweetheart, i'm positive that jojo has no idea how to please a lady.. how about i show you what you're missing out on?"

⋆ you jokingly told jonathan about this encounter one night, and that lit a certain fire in him.

⋆ you were.. sore the next morning to say the least. he overstimulated you in the most delicious way possible, giving you a total of 4(!) orgasms in one night. and boy did he make sure that dio heard it all.

⋆ dio didn't sleep that night. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

joseph joestar

sfw!

⋆ this mf

⋆ he loves to make you laugh.

⋆ like seriously, he'll do the most stupid things to get a reaction out of you.

⋆ especially when you're sad or moody, he can't stand seeing his girl in a bad mood.

⋆ will def tickle you, just so he can hear you laugh.

⋆ "j-joseph, stop! i can't take it anymore!"

⋆ "too bad! i'm sorry love, but you just sound so lovely, i can't get enough of it!"

⋆ will try to be super romantic by bringing you breakfast in bed, but either trips on something before he enters the bedroom, or almost burns the kitchen down because he forgot to turn off the stove.

⋆ makes up for it later by buying you a box of chocolates in a heart shaped box.

⋆ which he already ate half of. (╥﹏╥)

⋆ looooves to tease you, the blush that creeps up on your face is what he lives for fr.

⋆ like before you started dating, he'd always make flirty comments, but one night, he picked up all his courage to nonchalantly ask you; "what would be your dream first date, and what time should I pick you up for it?"

⋆ it only took one dinner date for you to become a couple.

⋆ caesar was in shock.

⋆ literally held his hand to your forehead to check if you weren't sick.

⋆ "what in god's name do you see in this baboon?" joseph couldn't hide his excitement and grabbed you by the waist to pick you up and spin you around.

⋆ "well caesarino, this 'baboon' is dating the most sexy woman in the whole world!"

⋆ you had to hide your face in your hands after that comment.

⋆ super handsy, like he'll always have his arm around you or some shit, very big on pda, especially around caesar.

⋆ really loves to just stare at you without saying anything.

⋆ "jojo, you've been staring at me for a good 2 minutes now, it's starting to become a little creepy." you'll say, frowning your brows.

⋆ "can't a man just admire his woman in peace?" he shot back, eyes still fixed on you. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

⋆ that's when you realise that you're madly in love with him.

⋆ although he's a big goof most of the time, he loves those moments where the two of you wake up on a free day, and just cuddle in bed while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

nsfw!

⋆ loves for you to sit on his face and just hold you there with a tight grip.

⋆ the first time he offered you to try this out, you were scared that you might crush him. but joseph assured you that that might be the best possible death he could imagine.

⋆ ate like a starved man.

⋆ occasionally loves it when you tie him up and just have your way with him.

⋆ loves to give you massages, which obv turn out sexual. we all know joseph is NOT capable of touching your ass without his mind starting to wander.

⋆ loves to wake you up with his mouth on your clit. but the big ass bastard loves to tease. he'll make you almost cum like 3 times, before he gets up and licks the arousal from his lips with a smirk.

⋆ you're literally crying from frustration, looking at him with a pout.

⋆ "okay sweet stuff, i think have teased you enough for now." he says while resting his hand on your cheek, moving his thumb to your bottom lip.

⋆ on instinct, you open your mouth and softly suck on his thumb, making him let out a soft groan.

⋆ "you little minx.. you're dying for me to pound that tight little cunt, aren't you?" he laughs, while removing his thumb from your mouth.

⋆ in the bedroom next to yours, caesar sits on his bed with an annoyed expression, hoping you two would shut the hell up for once, considering it's 6 in the morning. ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

jotaro kujo (sdc, no nsfw)

⋆ he has a hard time expressing his emotions towards you.

⋆ you are aware of this, but sometimes wonder if he actually likes you or not.

⋆ but he never let's you wonder for too long, because every time those thoughts creep up into your head, he'll prove to you that you're his.

⋆ especially when the crusaders are seated in the car with polnareff behind the wheel (best decision ever). he'll always make sure that you're sitting next to him, so he can hold your hand.

⋆ if you're a smoker, he really enjoys taking smoke breaks with you.

⋆ he'll purposefully wait until you're craving a cig, so he can smoke one with you. ‹𝟹

⋆ secretly steals your lighter(s) so he has to light up your cig, he thinks the act is very intimate.

⋆ likes to play with your hair.

⋆ doesn't like pda, but he'll let you hold his hand in public, because he knows it makes you feel safe.

⋆ loves hearing you talk about stuff you're interested in, like just hearing you ramble makes his heart flutter.

⋆ one time, when he was sure no one was looking, he tipped your chin up and just planted the most passionate kiss ever on your lips out of nowhere. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

⋆ when he was done, he let go of your face and pretended nothing happened, leaving you with the deepest red blush on your cheeks, wide eyed and jaw dropped.

⋆ joseph literally became worried, because he thought you were going to faint or something.

⋆ avdol and kakyoin looked at each other with a worried expression, while polnareff took a glance at jotaro, noticing the slight smirk on his lips. polnareff quickly realized what had just happened, but decided to keep quiet, finding it all too hilarious.

⋆ after a tough battle against one of the enemy stands, he's really mad at you for intervening, pacing around the hotel room you two shared.

⋆ "you could've gotten one of us killed, are you actually that stupid? you should've stayed out of it!" he yelled, looking at you with an expression that lowkey scared the living shit out of you.

⋆ "well, you're welcome for saving your asses out there! if it wasn't for me, joseph would've met his maker today!" you yelled back, tears of anger prickling in your eyes.

⋆ "you know jotaro, a 'thank you' really wouldn't be out of place here." you add, while grabbing your jacket (and if you smoke, a pack of cigs).

⋆ you decide it's probably best to get out of there for a little while, grabbing the key card from the holder. just as you wanted to make your way out, you feel his hand grabbing your wrist, pulling you against his broad chest. holding you like he'll never have the chance to again.

⋆ "i didn't mean it like that.. i was just scared as hell to lose you." he softly spoke, his chin resting on the top of your head.

⋆ "of course i'm thankful that you saved the old man's life, but i can't risk anything happening to you." he added, voice trembling slightly.

⋆ you felt a smile creep up on your face, tilting your face up to look him directly in his eyes, a few tears falling from yours in the process.

⋆ "besides, you're the only girl i know who can talk the literal ears off my head without annoying the shit out of me." he said while letting out a soft laugh, wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

dio brando (phantom blood, pre vampire)

sfw!

⋆ actually has a soft spot for you, you're the only person that could potentially break him if you really wanted to. this thought scares him to death.

⋆ he knew he was doomed as soon as he realised that his heart began to beat faster, every time he'd look at you.

⋆ will never talk to you about his past, especially his father.

⋆ his girl's precious ears, shouldn't have to endure the pure horror that is dario brando.

⋆ ever since you started dating, he began developing this strong primal urge to protect you.

⋆ won't let you walk around alone on the streets ever.

⋆ a little too big on pda, especially around jonathan. (ó﹏ò｡)

⋆ like he'll always make a show out of kissing you.

⋆ you're literally his 'first love', he has never felt this way before about anyone, making him very clueless when it comes to showing his affection.

⋆ will help you study when you have an exam coming up.

⋆ will scold you for answering a question wrong tho.

⋆ you'll never mention it to him, but when you are in bed together he'll unbekownst to him pull you closer, burying his face in your neck, like you'd disappear if he let go.

⋆ the fact that he wakes up earlier than you, makes what leaves this action unspoken.

⋆ actually spends less time trying to torment jonathan because he hates the look on your face every time you find out about something he pulled on jonathan again. jonathan is forever grateful for you because of this.

⋆ loves to sit down with you after dinner, and drink a good glass of wine together while discussing topics that interest him. he thinks you're worthy of his precious time to do so.

⋆ the pda kissing, is mostly to stroke his ego. it's rough and quick without any real emotion except pride. but when the two of you are alone, he can't get enough of passionately kissing your lips until they're raw. making you have to part from him multiple times to catch your breath, and your composure.

⋆ "my, my.. already tired, my love?" he chuckles while holding his hand on your cheek, making you melt into his soft touch.

nsfw!

⋆ you'll only have to give him a certain look to get him going.

⋆ don't even dare to give him that look in public, because he will drag you home immediately, and make you regret it.

⋆ he secretly loves it.

⋆ he loves to see the bliss on your face, covered in tears and spit while fucking you.

⋆ rarely romantic, except on one occasion when you were having a particularly rough day.

⋆ he scooped you up into his arms without saying a word, carried you upstairs to his chambers, and spent the entire night kissing you all over and praising you.

⋆ "the most beautiful woman i've ever laid my eyes on, go ahead, cum for me darling.. let it all out." he'd coo while holding you close as he hit that spot in you that drove you crazy.

⋆ you slept with his cock still burried in you, enjoying each other's warmth.

⋆ the thought of that night always gives you butterflies, but he'll never mention it again after.

⋆ wants to make you his wife at one point. (ó﹏ò｡)

caesar zeppeli aka the loml

sfw!

⋆ we all know he's quite the ladies' man.

⋆ but as soon as he meets you, he knows he's done for.

⋆ will surprise you with the biggest bouquet of roses out of nowhere.

⋆ "i don't need a better reason to surprise you than getting to see that gorgeous face of yours next to me every morning when i wake up, signorina." (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡

⋆ enjoys reading a book with you, especially reading it to you while you're in his arms.

⋆ he knows you love wearing his shirts to sleep in, because it smells like his cologne and the soap that he uses. (hell, you'll even wear them in public). so he'll purposefully throw one in the dryer, and spray a tiny amount of his cologne on it before bedtime, so it’s extra warm and cosy for you to wear.

⋆ loves to cook with you and have dinner after. don’t expect to do the dishes after, caesar will take care of them. no argument.

⋆ loves to buy you cute summer dresses and skirts, looks forward to the little fashion show bit when you try them on and show them to him, he thinks it’s adorable.

⋆ he’ll lift you by the waist, hooking his arm’s beneath your bottom, making your legs wrap around his torso.

⋆ “look at you! you look amazing, mia amata.”

⋆ joseph gave a face of grimace and loudly (and quite unnecessarily) groaned in the background while reading the morning paper.

⋆ “are you jealous, jojo? haha, i understand! if you’d have someone like this little angel by your side, i wouldn’t doubt my own jealousy.”

⋆ joseph was even more annoyed at this point, attempting to throw the paper at him, but falling from his chair in the process. ૮ – ﻌ–ა

nsfw! this is pretty cute tbh.

⋆ loves it when you ride him, so he can pull you down in an embrace while he thrusts up into you.

⋆ suuuper romantic most of the time.

⋆ 10/10 aftercare, he'll prepare a nice warm bath for you, makes sure you're hydrated and have some snacks ready for you, and will cuddle with you in bed after.

⋆ like not just after rough love making, basically every time y'all have sex.

⋆ "how are you feeling, bellezza? i wasn't too rough, no?"

⋆ like jonathan, he has a strict policy that you MUST cum before him.

⋆ hell, he'll thrust into the mattress while he's eating you out to keep himself focused.

⋆ nothing is as important to him as his lady's pleasure. (❀´ ˘ `❀)

⋆ will def smack your ass in public to embarass you, and rile you up.

⋆ actually asked you to marry him after a very romantic session of love making.

⋆ like you're standing on the balcony, dressed in only one of his shirts, that stops at your mid thigh.

⋆ as caesar walks out of the bathroom and sees you standing there, he knows that this is the perfect moment.

⋆ he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, kissing the top of your head while doing so.

⋆ while you're enjoying the act of his small touches, he suddenly turns you around so you're facing him. he lifts his hand up to your cheek and rubs his thumb along it.

⋆ "amore mio, sei la donna dei miei sogni. ti prego, lascia che ti faccia mia, per sempre." he speaks softly, knocking the air out of lungs, just because it sounds so sexy when he speaks in italian.

⋆ "honey, you know that i have no clue what you're saying, right?" you chuckle, wondering what he had to say.

⋆ "maybe this will help you understand." he said as he dropped himself to one knee, reaching for the back pocket of his sweatpants.

⋆ you literally froze.

⋆ "angelo mio, vuoi sposarmi?" he asked, slowly opening the little red velvet case he held in his hands, showing you the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

⋆ you were sobbing at this point.

⋆ "i still have no idea what that means exactly, but i hope that you're asking me something along the lines of being your wife, yes?" you laughed as you sniffled.

⋆ "i did!" he excitedly said, watching as you took the ring, and placed it around your ring finger. (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

⋆ he scooped you up and took you to bed again, anticipating a long night of love making, as sweet as honey.

jotaro kujo (diu)

sfw!

⋆ still finds it difficult to express his emotions sometimes, but got a lot better with it.

⋆ loves to have lunch/dinner with you, and talk about what the both of you did that day.

⋆ in summertime, he will take you on a walk through the park after dinner, while enjoying some ice cream! he thinks it's hilarious to see your face covered in it. •⩊•

⋆ "jotaro, do i have some on my face?" you'll question as he tries to hold back a grin.

⋆ "yes, you have a little bit right on your top lip." he'll answer, watching as you try to get it off, resulting in only making it worse.

⋆ "yea, you got it." he'll smile at you, dying of laughter on the inside.

⋆ "thank you, honey!" you'll grab his hand to hold, unaware of how your entire mouth and chin, are now covered in ice cream.

⋆ looooves the way you smell, literally addicted to your scent.

⋆ will remind you of this a lot.

⋆ because of this, he'll buy a bunch of shower gel, shampoo and anything else he can find that reminds him of you, and takes it with him whenever he's away from home.

⋆ also loves spoiling you with little gifts, necklaces, perfume (duh), this man literally gifted you a personalised star map with how the stars stood on the night y'all met for valentine's day.. like-"

⋆ he really loves you good you and little jolyne get along.

⋆ jolyne is literally obsessed with you, asking you to have a tea party almost every time you see her.

⋆ wants to have a child with you (if you want to ofc). ✧˖°.

nsfw!

⋆ in the beginning of the relationship, the two of you would have a lot of sex.

⋆ it actually was the easiest way for him to express his desire and love to you.

⋆ but as the relationship progressed, he became very busy with work and defeating kira, so your sex life was at an all time low.

⋆ it became so bad that you started to wonder if he even found you attractive anymore, and if he perhaps was seeing someone on the side

⋆ ah hell nawh. ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

⋆ you took it upon yourself to question him about it one night, sneaking into his office while he was seated behind his computer, typing away in deep focus.

⋆ he didn't acknowledge you when you stepped in, making you feel even worse than before.

⋆ "do you even desire me at all anymore?" you spoke sternly, looking towards where he was seated.

⋆ this made him look up from his screen so quick, you were sure he caught a whiplash just then.

⋆ "where'd you get that stupid idea from?" he scoffed, turning his face back to his screen, continuing his typing.

⋆ now you were fuming with rage, forcing your body to stand right in front of his desk.

⋆ "oh well, i don't know jotaro.. maybe the fact that you haven't touched me in literally a month?!" your voice laced with anger, annoyance and slight sadness.

⋆ he stopped typing and looked up at you without any emotion on his face, not making this situation better for himself at all.

⋆ "look, if you're seeing someone else, fucking tell me right now so we can get this over with!" you yelled, planning on making your way out of his office, too hurt to even look at him at this point.

⋆ as you turned your back on him, you could hear him softly giggle, making your blood boil and lowkey confirm your biggest fear.

⋆ "well, i think you're right. i might have neglected you a little too much, haven't i?" he spoke, hearing his desk chair squeak as he got up.

⋆ you stood there dumbfounded, trying to make sense of it all as he picked you up bridal style.

⋆ you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, even tough your expression was an example of 'if looks could kill'.

⋆ "you own this dick, is that clear?" he whispered in your ear, grip on your chin tight, nodding as a wave of heat spread through your body.

⋆ "good girl.. now show me." ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

a/n; hi guys! this is my first post on here! let me know what you think of this bc i'm pretty new to headcanons n stuff. also leave me requests!

finished on 30-06-‘23, 3:28 pm, cet.

love, 3niqma.

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sovereignjojoz · 1 year

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how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He’ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

#jjba x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #dio brando x reader #joseph joestar x reader #caeser zeppeli x reader #jotaro x reader #polnareff x reader #avdol x reader #josuke x reader #rohan x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba fluff #this is so stupid #but I had to write it for my bbgs polnareff and ceaser because they deserve it #Rohan too but I got lazy by the end #CAESER NEEDS MORE LOVE

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rae-pss · 5 months

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me when jojo's villains.

#— thoughts.#— jjba.#villains characters always get to me #it's not even funny at this point (it's hilarious)#jjba x reader #jjba villains #kars jojo #dio jojo #diavolo jojo #kira jojo #kira yoshikage #dio brando #diavolo #kars #dio x reader #kars x reader #kira x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #diavolo x reader

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sparda-ly · 1 year

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Hi hi welcome to tumblr!

I saw you were taking request and I was wondering if I could request head canons of Phantom blood Pre vampire Dio x wife reader. Basically just stuff like how he'd be as a husband and how he would treat his wife 🥰

phantom blood dio brando x wife reader

note: hello mrs brando! of course. anything for you, i'm a huge simp for dio!!!!!

warnings: none

dio brando would be a ... complicated husband, however he would try his best

the moment he saw you, he fell in love and the feeling never left, not even after marriage, possibly made it even stronger

meeting you probably made him open his eyes about a lot of things, he hasn't been concerned about before

you showed him how to love, and soon that love made him realise that his goal didn't really matter, as long as he had you by his side

knowing that whenever he returns home after a long day at work, he finds his lovely wife waiting for him patiently is most likely only motivation to keep going

he probably would have loved to start a family, and would be the best dad possible

dio brando is super protective over his wife

you say you need to go shopping to cook dinner for tommorow and he straight away complains

"must you go darling, there's always creeps around that place"

"do not fret honey, i'll go after work. stay home and relax a little bit. i'll take care of it"

in public, his hands never leave your body, of course he's possesive, how could he not be?

he has such an amazing wife and everyone should know that

dio works hard, and i mean really hard

he stays very late at work and leaves his house very early

as a lawyer, his way of thinking also progressively changes

you may find it difficult to sometimes talk to him, since he behaves like he's still at work, deciding who's guilty and who's not

although his work is tough, he always makes it up to you

whever it's a fancy date, romantic walk or short holiday in rome

he never fails to suprise you

you always get at least two kisses and two i love you's a day, one when he wakes up and one when he goes to sleep

when he finds you sleeping, he always checks if you're warm and okay

have i mentioned he loves showing you off?

he has a photo of you in a frame on his desk at the office he works at

so whenever he has a visitor or even a simple coworker over, he grabs the photo and starts proudly talking about you

everyone's already used to it by now

also showing you off to mr. joestar, stating your his wife with the boggest grin on his face

you also get along with his family really well, being best friends with both jojo and erina

they still wonder how dio managed to get with someone so perfect

very confused when one second he's a snarky little bitch and the next is talking with you so calmly, and covering you in kisses

dio is also very supportive, if you want to study or work even though, he won't hesitate to help you apply

he will absolutely spoil you rotten.

flowers? check

jewelry? check

useless item that you mentioned you want only once? check

stuffed animal you found cute? check

dress that costs a fortune? check

no matter the price, dio will get you anything you want.

despite his sometimes rude actions and words , dio loves you very much, and keeps you as close to him as possible <3

#dio brando x reader #dio x reader #jojo x reader #jojo x y/n #jojo x you #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #dio x y/n #dio x you #dio brando #.diobrando #jjba dio x reader #jojo dio x reader #jjba dio #jojo dio

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onebigbuubie · 6 months

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Diavolo but as a merman.

beware he might eat you

but first he seduces

#jojo part 5 #jojo fanart #diavolo jojo #shipping #dio jojo #vinegar doppio #diavolo x doppio #jojo's bizarre adventure #diavolo cosplay #obey me diavolo #jjba diavolo #diavolo x reader #bruno buccellati #mermaid #merman #mermaid art

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rougepancake · 10 months

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RIGHT HERE

In which you take your boyfriend to a party and he gets jealous of your friends

Ft. Caesar Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Jotaro Kujo, Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar

Warnings: Slightly suggestive. Mentions of alcohol. Google translated Italian. Gender neutral reader. Not proofread.

CAESAR ZEPPELI

You stood there, chatting excitedly with your friends about how your week had been. They listened intently and you all spent a good amount of time just exchanging stories over the loud music that was playing from the living room of the house.

You could barely hear them, but you didn’t mind. The environment around you was anything but quiet, which was fair since you were at Joseph Joestar’s party.

It had been hours since it started, and some people were starting to pack up and leave, taking some of the loud buzz with them.

Eventually it began to calm down, and it was just you and your best friend sitting on the couch, enjoying one another’s company in peace.

The two of you continued in your tipsy conversation, giggling frequently as you spoke. It was nice, honestly. Your week had been nothing short of a nightmare, only adding to the amount of stress you were under. So when you found out about Joseph’s party, you immediately decided to take Caesar and head over.

Speaking of Caesar…

The party had been going on for hours and you had yet to see him.

As you were speaking to your friend, you found yourself being interrupted by the feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“Caesar…” You whispered, turning to look at him as he buried his head into your shoulder, kissing at the flesh gently. He looked up and shot your best friend a glare, which resulted in them excusing themselves and leaving the two of you alone.

His grip on you tightened, his back pressing up against your chest as he continued to kiss and bite as your neck.

“Finalmente- siamo soli.”

Finally- we’re alone.

JOSEPH HOESTAR

It was his party and he was out dancing in the living room, drunkly throwing his arms into the air as he moved carelessly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight as you talked to your new friend Caesar, who apparently went way back with Joseph.

The two of you hit it off, especially when you found out that he was an ex of Joseph’s, which meant he had dirt on him that you could use against him later. You actually grew so lost in your conversation with the blond that you tuned out your boyfriend’s drunken dancing.

“So like I was saying- JoJo is a bit of a-“ Caesar began, leading you into the kitchen and away from the noisiness of the living room. You listened intently and contributed to his points, telling him about what your relationship with Joseph had been like so far until-

“Y/N!” The sound of Joseph’s voice rang throughout the kitchen, causing you to jump in surprise as he stormed over towards you. “I sidn’t know Caesarino was h-here!” He slurred his words and threw an arm around your shoulder, shooting a glare at the man before you.

Caesar took that as his sign to leave and did just that, leaving you and your drunk boyfriend alone in the kitchen.

“Y/nnn.” He whined, both of his arms now pulling you close to him as he struggled to stay upright. “Why were you talking to himmmm??”

“Well he and I had some interests, that’s all.” You chuckled slightly but let out a surprised yelp as he put all his weight against you. “Joseph! Get up!” You groaned and forced him to stand up, pouting as you led him back to his bedroom so he could rest.

“But you’re mineee.” He continued to whine as you dragged him, pouting childishly as you walked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” You chuckled. Drunk Joseph was always… something else.

“Let me show you.” He whispered, pinning you against the wall of his hallway and trapping you there. He began to attack your neck, leaving sloppy love bites in his wake.

“Please.”

And you just couldn’t tell him no.

ROHAN KISHIBE

He wasn’t much of a ‘party person’, but he figured he’d humor you just this once. He had spent most of the night right by your side, making sure nothing bad happened to you as you drank.

Had you always been this social?

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he did rather like that side of you.

Eventually, you ran off to talk to one of your buddies, and he decided to leave you be. But the sight of you with this friend of yours lit a fire within him. They had a hand on your arm, and seemed a little too invested in what you had to say.

Perhaps you two were just close. He hoped so, even though he didn’t fully understand why.

Since the great Rohan Kishibe doesn’t get jealous of others.

Others get jealous of him.

With an annoyed sigh, he put on a stern expression and walked over to you two. You greeted him with a cheery smile that sent butterflies swirling in his stomach, and it made him feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do next.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forced your lips to collide with his, using your gasp of surprise as the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat and remind you that he was the one that continued to make you feel good.

“R-Roh-“

“We’re leaving.” He grumbled and grabbed your wrist, smirking at how your little friend was nowhere in sight. Your drunken protests fell on deaf ears as he pulled you out of the house and into his car, buckling you up safely and stomping over to his side.

“What was that for-“ He cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours once again, groaning at the taste of alcohol that came from you.

You were in for it now, and you didn’t even know why.

JOTARO KUJO

He couldn’t believe that you thought it would be a good idea to drag him out to a party. Honestly! What in the world was running through your mind?!

But when he saw how much fun you were having, he just couldn’t take it away from you.

So- he resorted to standing in the corner of the, rather large, living room, arms crossed as he watched you dance around aimlessly.

It was all fun and games, until he watched one of your close friends come up and begin to dance with you. They took your hand in theirs and began to jump and sing along with you, their smile just as bright as your own.

The sight sent Jotaro’s heart to his stomach.

What was this feeling bubbling up inside him? Was it jealousy?? Surely not. Jotaro Kujo was known to get jealous every now and then, but over one of your friends?

It made him feel more guilty than anything.

It should be him dancing with you, making you smile and giggle like that. He should be the one out there encouraging you to be yourself while you hop around and scream the lyrics of the song that just came on.

God why did he have to stand over in the corner?

Hesitantly, he walked over to the two of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the side briefly. His heart swelled at the sight of your cheesy grin, which only made him feel worse.

“Y/n.” He started out with a heavy sigh. How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous of your friend? It would ruin your night and he knew it. So… he sucked it up and gave in to the crazy idea that had been bothering him since he saw you go out and dance.

“What’s wrong?” You seemed to sense his inner turmoil, your voice soft and understanding. “Do you need to leave? It’s alright with if you do, I get it.” You made a motion to grab your jacket, but he only pulled you back towards him.

“I want to dance with you.”

Oh wow. Did he really just say that? He had to be kidding… but based on the way he was looking at you, you knew he wasn’t.

You’d ask him about his change of heart later, but decided to give him a peck on the lips and drag him back to the center of the living room.

It was a sweet act on his part, but his eyes betrayed how he really felt.

He was going to take you, and not a single bit of your body would be safe from his wonder working lips.

DIO BRANDO

He’s a slut for a good party and you know it. Nothing can stop him from getting absolutely wasted and enjoying himself in the sea of people. He was practically born to live in the spotlight, so that he’ll do.

Until you drag him home.

Or until he sees you flaunting around with a good for nothing loser that he’s never met before.

Tonight- it was the latter, his eyes laying upon the sight of you talking to a supposed friend of yours that he’s never met.

There was always the possibility that you had met them tonight, but he wasn’t about to hear you out. He knew all of your friends. Every single one of them. And he didn’t care if they liked him or not, so long as he knew them.

He watched in disgust as you laughed at something the stranger said, cringing even further when you placed a hand on their shoulder to steady yourself.

The sight simply enraged him, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it made his heart throb in agony.

Was he really that bad for you? I mean sure, he was your boyfriend, but he’s never been jealous of someone before and it was really starting to bother him.

“Y/n!” He hissed and grabbed you by your wrist, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye to your friend. “Stop trying to date other people!” His face was close to yours, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I’m not?!” You argued, pulling your wrist away from his grasp, only to have him grab it again and lead you out of the house. “Hey! What are you doing?!” You shouted and glared at him as you stood. “Are you at least going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He stopped and looked back at you, his eyes shining with malice and nothing more. He was totally blinded by his rage.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

And by god he did.

JONATHAN JOESTAR

He’s a gentle giant. Parties aren’t really his thing, but if it makes you happy, then he doesn’t mind a whole lot.

For the most part, it was the two of you and some friends talking by the pool, your feet dangling in the water as you talked. It was relaxing, surprisingly, and Jonathan couldn’t help but rest his head on your shoulder as you talked.

Now, Jonathan isn’t really the jealous type. He never really has been and he doesn’t think he will be.

But there’s just something about Dio sitting beside you that sets him off.

“Hello Y/n darling.” His voice is like silk, smooth in his way to try and seduce you. “JoJo.” He nodded at Jonathan before taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

“Dio.” You scoffed and pulled your hand away. “I didn’t know you were invited to this party.”

“Of course I was.” He chuckled lowly and smirked. “I’m always invited to these things.”

Jonathan’s arms found their way to your waist, curling around you and holding you close. He lifted his head up and shot a glare at Dio, his gaze unwavering in his resolve. The blond scoffed and left, leaving you and Jonathan alone to enjoy one another’s company.

“You know… Dio is our neighbor…” He started, whispering softly into your ear. “It would be nice if we could ensure that he didn’t get sleep tonight, no?”

“Oh Jonathan.” You chuckled and leaned into him. “I don’t see why not.”

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