#;speedwagon says (( ic ))

[coollyinterferes]

*taps mic; a certain gentleman is standing right beside him*

"Good evenin', everyone!! We're back!! Hope you didn't miss us much!"

"It sure hasn't been that long.... has it....?"

Uhhmmm....

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

the heads playing soccer in the yard

speedwagon: "the line that distinguishes player from ball is a blurry one"

Vanilla: And speaking of blurry one *points over to Erina head butting Alessi, then he flies into one of the goals*

Bel: *filing his nails, then squeaks and ducks as Alessi flies past him*

Tippy: STRIKE!!!

Bel: *fixing xis hair* Isn't that a bad thing?

Jonathan: We're playing futbol, it's "goal!"

Gelato: I was always a soccer for sports

Sorbet: That makes sense considering I know how much you love playing with balls

[avanatural]

Mind Games

Part 2

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, mentions of sex, attempted sexual coercion, cursing, violence, Soldier Boy crossing boundaries, dub-con elements

A/N: This story contains sexual content! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Part two to celebrate reaching over 800 followers! 💃 You guys are amazing, thank you so much for supporting me! 💖 I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!

Part 1 | Series Masterlist | Soldier Boy Masterlist | Part 3

Main Masterlist

♩ Solid Gold ♩

“It’s Solid Gold! Starring Marilyn McCoo, Kim Karnes, The Oak Ridge Boys, Waylan Flowers & Madame, the Solid Gold dancers, and very special guest… Soldier Boy!”

I grunted internally, resisting the urge to toss my head back against the worn-out couch. He was everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On posters, in theaters, even on goddamn lunch boxes, and now on Solid Gold, hence, in my tiny fucking living room. On a Saturday night, nonetheless, when all I wanted was to relax and drink my goddamn wine in peace.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my twelve-year-old sister’s eyes light up as Soldier Boy showed up on the tv-screen. He waltzed onto that stage like he owned it, holding a microphone, smiling that stupidly attractive smile. He looked straight into the camera, his eyes framed by a brand-new helmet. My insides started to tingle as I recalled how I had broken his previous helmet at Herogasm.

Soldier Boy’s deep voice echoed through the small living room as he spoke, “Good evening, everyone! I wanna dedicate this performance to a very special someone…” 

My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head. He was surely talking about Crimson Countess again. I knew that at this point, the two of them were only required to keep up their little romance for the public eye. Which, by the way, annoyed the fuck out of her.

Soldier Boy proved me very, very wrong, though. The tingling sensation in my belly intensified a thousandfold as he continued, “She likes to wear leather, and her eyes can light up any room she enters, literally! She’s a force to be reckoned with, let me tell ya. Trouble, this one’s for you!” He winked at the camera as if it was the most natural thing and started to perform “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon.

Meanwhile, my blood felt as though it had turned into thick ice cubes. My eyes went round as I repeated his words in my mind. Trouble was my supe name, my persona, if you will, and Soldier Boy had just mentioned me to the world. Light up any room, my ass. He made me want to light up his fucking mind.

“What- Whoa! Did he just say Trouble?”, Lily, my little sister, inquired, her voice rising like a phoenix from the ashes. She almost jumped up off the couch.

I just observed the screen, watching Soldier Boy sway his hips with a look of pure bewilderment on my face. What the actual fuck?

Lily shook my arm, effectively dragging me out of my trance. “Y/N-“

“No. No, just forget it. He wasn’t talking about me,” I quickly brushed her off and reached for the remote.

In true annoying-little-sister fashion, Lily snatched the remote from my hand, wearing that big puppy-frown on her face. “Y/N! You know Soldier Boy and you didn’t tell me about it?”

Oh, yeah, did I mention my sister was Payback’s number one fan? All her life, she’d dreamed about having superpowers like me and being friends with great heroes like Soldier Boy.

I sighed, pushing some exhausted air from my lungs. “It’s no big deal, okay?”

“No- No big deal? He acknowledged you on tv! How long have you known him? Wait, are you dating or something??”, she rambled, the questions flowing out of her mouth like one single word.

My nose wrinkled. “God, no.” That asshole just played with my feelings at a fucking superhero orgy. “He’s just messing with me.”

“So, you’re friends?”

“No, we’re not.” I sighed again and got up from the couch, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Soldier Boy had addressed me on television. I didn’t know what his intention was, and it was driving me insane. Did he want to put some kind of pressure on me? “I’m gonna make you some dinner, okay?”, I suggested to my sister, needing to distract myself, already heading for the kitchen.

“Is this about the letter you got?”, Lily blurted, sitting up straight on the couch.

I paused, holding my breath for a second, and slowly spun around to face her. “What?”

“The letter,” she repeated and gave me a shrug so innocent that I almost couldn’t be mad at her for knowing my little secret. Almost. “From… From Vought.”

With a creased brow, I took a step closer to her, raising my voice. “You went through my mail?”

“I just…” Lily shrugged again, her face turning apologetic. “I saw the Vought logo on it. I couldn’t help it! You’d already opened it. I only read a few lines, I swear.”

“Lily, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest, thinking about my next move as Soldier Boy danced across my tv screen without a care in the world. God, he was infuriating, putting me from one uncomfortable position into the next.

“But Y/N, they want you to sign a contract!”, Lily exclaimed, her little face lighting up with excitement. Of course, she would think this was all a dream come true.

“They want me to join Payback,” I clarified. My stomach fluttered nervously as I said it out loud for the very first time. For the past two weeks, I had kept the letter to myself, just brooding on my own.

My sister got up from the couch with a little bounce. “You have to do it! Oh my God, that’s so fucking cool!”  

“Language.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t join Payback.”

“But… I thought you’d want to work for Vought,” my sister argued. Her eyes were wide with misunderstanding. 

I couldn’t blame her for not getting it. But I couldn’t tell her about my encounter with Soldier Boy. I couldn’t tell her that I got a fucked-up vibe from him. And I certainly couldn’t tell her how he’d used my powers against me at Herogasm. She was just a kid. I wanted her to be able to keep enjoying all that supe stuff as long as possible.

With a scowl on my face, I thought back to my last conversation with Payback’s leader. “I’m not so sure anymore.”

A month earlier

“For the record, I see why they fucking call you Trouble,” Soldier Boy stated, his voice deep and gravelly as he pointed his finger at his broken helmet on the floor.

My jaw was clenched so tightly that it ached. I could still feel the electricity pumping through my veins. I absolutely hated the effect that this guy had on me. I hated what he brought out in me. I didn’t want to be this impulsive, angry supe anymore. “Are we done here?”, I asked cautiously, my body still tense as a fucking brick, ready to fight.

“Oh, I don’t think we are.” Soldier Boy took a step towards me, his bright green eyes sparkling darkly. He took my chin between his fingers and made me look at him. His spicy scent hit me again, mingling with the smell of the cigars he’d been smoking. “You ever thought about joining my team? Hm?”

I held his gaze, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in his eyes. I knew I was in danger right now. But so was he. “Once or twice.”

His tongue slid along his lips, so slowly that it seemed like he was tasting something he wanted to savor. “What if I told you I knew a way for you to get in?”

I didn’t reply. No, I just eyed him, trying desperately to figure him out. He was riling me up, humoring me, baiting me, all at once.

“What if I told you…,” he continued, his penetrating green stare not wavering in the slightest, “That I could make a personal recommendation for you to join Payback? Swatto’s basically on his way out, anyway. That stupid fucker. They’re all a bunch of pussies, really.”

Joining the most famous, best paid team of superheroes? Any other supe would surely sink their teeth into that offer like a starving hyena. But this kind of thing definitely didn’t just happen to you. No, it took years to achieve a goal like that. It took an amount of effort that I had never been willing to put into anything my entire life. “What’s the catch?”

He scoffed, his gaze dropping to my mouth. His hand wandered, slowly slipping from my chin down to my throat. He didn’t grab it, didn’t squeeze it, no, his hand just laid on my throat, resting there in an alarmingly calm manner. “No fucking catch. Just glory.”

“You would do that for me?”, I asked, my voice laced with distrust, “After what I just did?”

“That little fucking stunt you just pulled… I gotta say you’re… intriguing.” For a brief second, his hand curled around my throat, giving a small squeeze, but then it went back to just resting there. “You could be of service to us. To me.”

I arched my eyebrows as his blunt fingertips left a tingling sensation on my skin. “What are you suggesting?”

“You and I…” He licked his lips again, his fingers sneaking lower to brush the top of my cleavage. “We’re gonna have a fun little chat upstairs. In private.”

I covered his hand with mine and pushed his fingers away from my skin. He’d just taken me right to the edge again. My anger rushed back to the surface, making my blood feel like it was boiling. Who the hell did the think he was? “No. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Soldier Boy huffed, his broad shoulders twitching with cockiness. “You’re a tough one to crack. But I like a fucking challenge.” His eyebrows and lips curled smugly as he stepped away from me. “I’ll be seein’ you around, Y/N. That’s a fucking promise.”

Present

“Why wouldn’t you wanna work for Vought?”, Lily inquired, her brows twirling with confusion, her long ponytail swaying back and forth as she shook her head, “You’d be famous!”

I inhaled slowly, trying to think of an excuse I could tell my sister. Sure, if I joined Payback, our financial problems would disappear into thin air. I'd be able to offer Lily a stable home. I wouldn’t have to struggle to hold down a job. I wouldn’t need to partake in stupid casting shows in the hopes of getting a spot in a shitty superhero team. Not that I’d ever been welcomed into any superhero team. Rising from literally nothing to Payback? The offer sounded too good to be true. And also shady as hell. I had zero field experience, and now fucking Vought came knocking on my door?

“I don’t wanna be famous.” I shrugged my shoulders, close to being at a loss for words. I didn’t wanna be famous. Did I? It suddenly occurred to me that I had no goddamn clue what I truly wanted. All I knew was that Soldier Boy and Vought’s attention flattered me more than I would have liked to admit.

I was almost grateful when the telephone started to ring, interrupting my train wreck of thoughts. On somewhat wobbly legs, I walked into the hallway, whose walls were painted a horrendous dirty white color. I reached for the telephone, which was placed on an old little side table next to our battered shoe cabinet. “Hello?”

“This is Stanford Edgar,” a male voice echoed through my ear, “I’m an associate with Vought American. I wish to speak to Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’re talking to her,” I replied, pressing the phone closer to my ear and curling my free hand around the phone cord.

“Miss Y/L/N, it was brought to my attention that you have been contacted by our company.”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and threw a quick glance towards the living room, hoping that my eavesdropper of a sister was keeping herself in check. “I got your letter.”

“I see. I’m really sorry to tell you that the letter you received contained false information.”

What, now? I could feel the line between my eyebrows wrinkle. I could practically hear my mother’s disapproving voice in my head, saying, ‘It makes you look unpleasant, dear.’ I sighed out loud. “Come again?”

“We would like to apologize and rectify our mistake. And we would like to do so by offering you what one could call a… trial run.”

“A trial run?”

“Yes. Vought American would like to welcome you to the movie set of Payback Rising.”

Payback Rising. Another one of those super popular Vought movies that was currently being filmed. I’d seen the announcement in the newspaper.

“You’ll have a small speaking role, meet the team,” Edgar continued, “Meet important associates.”

My fist closed around the phone cord. “I thought I was being invited to join the team, not act in their newest movie. I wanna know what’s going on, Mr. Edgar. Right now.” There was a short sigh on the other end of the line. Surely, I was being an inconvenience to his company. That was fine, though. I’d never been anything other than an inconvenience my entire life.

“That letter…”, he spoke, “It was sent to you before Vought had a chance to authorize it. I would like to personally apologize for the misunderstanding. If it’s any consolation, we do believe that your powers could be an enrichment for Payback. We’d just like to get to know you first. We will not leave you without compensation, of course.”

I arched my eyebrows. And since I couldn’t see Edgar, I arched them at Lily’s newest poster of the TNT Twins that she’d put up the day before. “Compensation?”

“Financial compensation for your troubles.”

“Uhm…” I paused for a second. Even though I had no desire to learn lines and act in a superhero movie, compensation did sound tempting. I needed money to pay the bills. I needed money for my sister. She needed new shoes, new school supplies. It was just me and her. I had already fucked up her life enough with my irresponsibility. “How much money are we talking?”

Two weeks later

I arched my eyebrows as his blunt fingertips left a tingling sensation on my skin. “What are you suggesting?”

“You and I…” He licked his lips again, his fingers wandering lower to brush the top of my cleavage. “We’re gonna have a fun little chat upstairs. In private.”

My hand collided with his cheek in an instant. Soldier Boy’s face turned to the side, the impact powerful enough to make him lose his balance a bit. He was caught off guard, so I took my chance to hit him again, using my fist this time. He groaned in pain as it collided with his cheekbone.

The sound of his pained grunt was music to my fucking ears. And then I just kept punching him, pushing him, kicking him until the blood started to flow.

Again.

And again.

And-

With each harsh thrust of his hips, he went deeper, knocking the air from my lungs, making the wall shake. All I could to was gasp and groan, time and time again. 

“Look at me,” he kept repeating, demanding that I try to keep up the eye contact. He was so rough that I expected him to break me. But he didn’t. My wetness took all of him until he was buried so deeply inside of me that-

“Y/N?”

I snapped out of my visions and looked up, disoriented. Then I remembered that I was on the set of Payback Rising, sitting in front of a mirror. The make-up artist, Jeanine, was gazing down at me with a concerned look on her face. My hands were digging into the armrests of my make-up chair.

Had I just envisioned beating the crap out of Soldier Boy? Yes. Had my mind gone an entirely different route by reliving Soldier Boy’s mental images from Herogasm instead? Also, yes.

“I’m good,” I replied, squinting up at Jeanine. I may have been able to enter other people’s minds, but I myself had a very vivid imagination, too. When I got lost in a daydream, it could be hard to get a hold of me and pull me back to reality. As a kid, I’d spent hours just hanging out in my very own comfort fantasies.

“Are you sure?”, she asked.

I brushed her off with a small wave of my hand. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Before she could ask any more questions, a male voice entered our conversation. “Well, well, well, and what do we have here? Who is this pretty lady?”

I turned around in my chair and saw a tall man who had to be 30-ish trudge towards us. He wore a black suit, a big pair of brown sunglasses, and carried a cigar between his fingers. With a casual gesture of his hand, he signaled for Jeanine to leave. She followed his request immediately, zero hesitation, and walked right off.

“I’m new here,” I replied drily, looking up at the man.

He pointed his finger at me, casually wriggling it from side to side with a smile on his face. “You must be Trouble. I’ve been looking for you fucking everywhere. I’m Vought’s VP of hero management.”

Well, that certainly rang a bell. My eyebrows climbed up my forehead. “You’re The Legend.”

He pulled on his cigar, quickly pushed the smoke back out, and placed his hand over his heart. “That’s exactly who the fuck I am, doll. I’m supposed to apologize for that misunderstanding with your letter. A real fucking shame, if you ask me.”

The way he emphasized the word ‘misunderstanding’ caught my attention. My eyes narrowed at him. “What do you know about that?”

He chuckled and used his cigar to point at my face. “I see you’re a cut to the chase-kinda girl. I get why the fuck chose you.”

“Chose me?”

The Legend shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant fashion. A whole cloud of heavy cigar scent surrounded him. “Yeah. Soldier Boy.”

Hearing his name made me hold my breath for a second. So far, I hadn’t met him on the set. Thank fuck. I looked around to see if anyone could have been listening to us. Lowering my voice, I asked, “So, he really recommended me to Vought?”

The Legend tilted his head at me. “Is that so surprising?”

“It is, actually,” I responded, “Him and I… We kinda started off on the wrong foot. And that’s probably an understatement. Is he out to get me? Is he trying to humiliate me or something?” If I needed to watch out, I wanted to at least be prepared.

The Legend laughed. “Hold your fucking horses, Sweetheart. Soldier Boy likes to play! The harder you are to break, the easier it’ll be for him to keep you in mind. He likes the assertive type. To a certain extent, at least. You’re his new plaything, his most recent obsession. That shit usually doesn’t last too long.”

“So, what am I really doing here?”, I demanded, subtly shaking my head, “This can’t actually be a trial run.”

“Well, Edgar wasn’t too happy that Soldier Boy made an assistant write that fucking letter to you, without Vought’s knowledge. You seem like a smart girl. You can figure it out. What the fuck do you think this is?”

I didn’t need to read his mind to comprehend what he was getting at. Honestly, I’d had a bad feeling ever since I’d arrived on the movie set. No one had really spoken to me, and definitely no Vought associates. Oh, and my role was trash. I was gonna be ‘saved’ by none other than the great Soldier Boy himself. I ran my tongue along my lips and shortly closed my eyes. It was official – I was a fucking dumbass that had been baited with money. “They’re gonna make me ‘damsel in distress number thirteen’ in the movie and throw me out like garbage.” These bastards really thought that by giving me the time of day, they could get rid of me.

He clicked his tongue and pointed his cigar at me. “You’re indeed a smart one, doll. Swatto may be about to lose his fucking job, but Vought’s certainly not looking for a second Mindstorm to replace him. No offense.”

I scoffed, but couldn’t hide away my smile. His straightforwardness was refreshing in this whole goddamn mess.

The Legend smirked back at me. “Let me give you one little piece of advice, okay?” He leaned closer to me. So close that I could see his pale blue eyes underneath his brown sunglasses. “Never take anyone’s shit. Doesn’t matter if it’s Stan fucking Edgar or Soldier Boy or the goddamn Pope, for Christ’s sake. Give ‘em hell. That’s how you make it in this God-forsaken world. You do whatever the fuck you need to do, just don’t ever take anyone’s shit. Keep that in mind. And quote me on that. Fucking inspiring shit.” As he sent a wink in my direction, his mouth closed around the cigar again. He then walked away, looking free as a bird, as if he hadn’t just told me to give the Pope hell.

I looked into the mirror in front of me, barely recognizing myself. Not because I looked different, no, the make-up artist had barely gone to work. No, when I stared back at myself, I couldn’t find my spirit. My defiance. The Legend was right. I was not going to take anyone’s shit on this set. I clenched my jaw and pushed myself up off my chair.

With my hands balled into fists, I walked in between the trailers, trying to find a very specific one. 

The movie set was surrounded by nature. Wherever you looked, you were met with green beauty. But I couldn’t see any of that. I just wanted to act on my impulses and get my rage out of my system. Old habits die hard, indeed.

I didn’t need to search for him very hard. In the distance, I was quick to spot his giant frame. My eyes morphed into two angry slits as I hurried towards him, my cautions thrown overboard. For now, at least.

Soldier Boy was standing in front of his trailer, carrying a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. His helmet was off, his long strands of hair a little tousled as he treated himself to a break. A break that I was fully intending to interrupt.

“Hey!”

He looked up as he drew on his cigarette, pulling the smoke into his mouth. A look of recognition passed his face as he released the smoke, creating waves of faint fog around his face. “Y/N!”, he exclaimed, dragging out the sound of my name. One look at my angry face, and he taunted, “Am I in trouble?”, his tongue peeking out between his ample lips.

“What are you doing?” I got straight to the point, knowing that if I hesitated for just a second, the fear would sink in and inhibit my courage.

Soldier Boy stood tall, his back straightened with confidence, as he stalked closer to me on his bowlegs. “What’s it fucking look like?”

“It looks like you’re trying to play games with me,” I replied honestly, looking up at him with as much bravery as I could muster. His beard had grown out more since the last time I’d seen him. He looked good. But also tired.

“Games, huh?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and slowly let his eyes roam the open space surrounding us.

There was no one else there but the two of us. As I took notice of the vulnerable position I’d put myself in, my stomach took a small turn. My shield of courage was slowly being crushed by the weight that was the dark aura surrounding Soldier Boy. But I would have been damned if I’d let it show.

“Last time I checked,” Soldier Boy continued, narrowing both his voice and his emerald eyes at me, “You were the one playing fucking games.”

“Me?” He couldn’t be serious, could he? “You were the one who-“

“You were the one who teased me,” he talked over me. His kept a straight face, but I could see how much he was enjoying this. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and I hated him for it. “With that little fucking dress.” He pointed at my white leather dress. “And that death stare, you were practically begging for me to screw your brains out. And now you’re gonna act fucking coy, huh?”

“Listen,” I said, causing him to raise his eyebrows at me expectantly, “You people can’t make and withdraw offers as you please. I’m a person, not a toy. And I have a kid to look out for.”

Wrinkles of surprise emerged on his forehead. “You’re a mom, huh?” He went from surprised to pleased, his mouth twisting into a slight grin.

“I’m a sister. And Vought is doing nothing but waste my time with this whole ‘You’re special, but oh, wait, we don’t care after all!’-crap.”

Soldier Boy wet his lips and then pursed them. “You know… I just can’t seem to decide,” he stated, his voice having dropped seductively.

“Decide what?”, I demanded.

“If I wanna bend you or break you.”

A hot shiver shot up my spine. Pictures of him taking me against the wall rushed through my mind, like a wound being reopened. Yes, I had recalled his mental images of us many times after Herogasm. He was an ass, but I was attracted to the danger he radiated. I had a stupid weakness for the bad ones.

Soldier Boy took another step closer, making me jump into action and take a step back in response. “I’m outta here,” I stated weakly. I didn’t know if I wanted to hurt or fuck him. But I had gotten what I’d wanted to say off my chest, so I knew it was time to get the hell away before I was going to regret my little rant.

I turned on my white leather boots, but I only got to take one step before Soldier Boy called after me, saying the magic words that could always persuade me.

“Care for a drink?”

Part 3

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[hookhausen]

having a crisis about turning 25 in january so i compiled a list of anime characters that are also 25 and honestly i dont even know if this list made me feel good or bad LMAOO:

L (death note)

Saitama (one punch)

Speedwagon (jjba)

Spain (even tho i forgot how ages work in hetalia i guess the internet says hes 25)

georgi & christophe (yuri on ice)

[crying-fantasies]

1936's Winter

Joseph x reader

There is nothing more romantic than a date in the middle of December, snow flakes falling from the sky, a joyful atmosphere around, the usual smell of the bakeries near with new and warm products that could make you head there without even noticing.

But there was also that could be called your worst enemy: the cold.

Since you were young even a cold breeze could make you weak, it would give you a fever or even worse, it got to the point that you were bedridden most times than what you could remember, it made you lost so much of what was supposed to be your happiest years, leaving you in your teenage years.

In those lost years it was common to have Joseph into your room, he would go almost everyday if time could let him do it, something that always made you comfortable, maybe too much give the fact that you even found it normal to talk to him in the late hours of the night and waking up with him next to you, it was fine, accepted by the adults when you were little kids, but now that you two were older it was bad.

Joseph couldn't go into your room, he was prohibited to do it after your father found him with you one morning, of course you two didn't do anything but the fact that he was in there was enough for almost chasing him out.

"Yo!" Now, said young man still had no respect for boundaries or personal space, that was clear by the fact that he could never keep his hands for himself, like now, appearing out of nowhere and hugging you from your back, a big smile on his face, you were once again greatly appreciative of the Joestar's genes by how tall he was at the moment, his body easily overshadowed yours, "did you wait for me? So sweet!"

Not that you had much of a choice, you weren't familiar with your surroundings so you only could wait for his appearance.

"Let's see, are you hungry? I know the right place for us" being totally honest you could say that you could trust him, he could be an idiot, a total stupid guy with bad jokes, but at least he knew you enough to lead you to good places that you would like, and that's exactly what he did while reciting the menu to you like he was singing.

Joseph was like this, he was funny, he was smart and also a complete dork, but you liked that, you really did.

In reality, you weren't sure if he liked you, at least not like that.

It was normal back in the day to have Joseph take your hand, if you were down with fever he would take ice and put it there, it didn't matter that it was too cold, if you were just too cold he would use his two hands to keep you warm.

Even at this point in life you weren't sure if Joseph liked you or if you liked Joseph, the one of your past, or the one now that was flirting with some girls after they asked him about a certain direction, totally a lie because they were looking at him for a long time before approaching.

Well, it was obvious that the puberty hit him quite hard, not only physically but also mentally, and hormonally for what it seemed.

You wanted at least one tip from someone older than you in this matter, so you took your shoot and asked to the first man that you found in your way.

"Uncle, I like Jojo"

Uncle Speedwagon started to cry in that very same moment and you didn't have an idea of the reasons, he was just saying something about your grandma and Mr. Joestar.

"Jojo is only a young man, and if he takes after Mr. Joestar and George, well..." He told you that, so you were quite certain that you needed a miracle in order to have Joseph to like you, you were quite aware of the fact that Granny Erina only needed to exist to attract Mr. Joestar, and you were also aware that the same thing happened with Elizabeth and George, Joseph's parents, rest in peace both.

So yeah, looking at the photos of the two incredibly gorgeous women it was obvious that you needed to work hard.

"I really like this new volume of the series"

"Wait, how come that you have it?!"

Work hard.

"Hey, you look nice in that outfit"

"Thank you" you were so uncomfortable in those clothes.

Work hard.

"I cooked too much, you can have it if you like"

"Sweet~!"

Work hard.

"I saw it in the market and thought of you, it looks good on you"

"It does, it's perfect!"

Work harder.

To the point that you just decided to stop, it was indeed impossible, and the worst was that Uncle Speedwagon started to cry again when you told him so, but he was also one to tell you that there are many opportunities out there for you and that anyone that you got to choose was lucky enough to be next to you.

So, yeah, you already let go of your hope a long time ago (it was only a week ago) and you drowned your sour heart with yogurt.

"Women really are crazy" oh yeah, there was also the fact that apparently Joseph would always say something stupid when he was talking to the opposite gender, it was funny because most of the times they would hit him, good riddance.

"It's only you" of course he put showed a painful expression, "if you put yourself some filter you wouldn't need to deal with this"

He put both hands where his heart was supposed to be while falling to the ground on his knees, showing that your words hurt him in such a dramatic way, "you are so heartless!"

Oh, now you were the heartless one.

"Yeah, yeah, then I'll be heartless enough to let you alone in this cold night..."

"What?"

"All alone, not giving you sweet and warm mug of chocolate..."

"What?!"

"I was just thinking about how warm my bed could be tonight, I got new blankets the other day so..."

"I mean!" Now he was on his feet again, his arm on your shoulder, "let's say, do you remember that time when we and Uncle Speedwagon were kidnaped?"

"I better not" oh dear, you still had nightmares about that day when Jojo almost killed you all.

"Well, let me tell you, this whole magic thing, I have it almost totally under control, I can show it to you" now he was close, maybe too close for your liking (not really) and with all the muscle that he was growing this was bad, you could feel every move around you.

"Yeah, fine, okay" oh, how could you say no to him in that situation?

You've never arrived home so early, everyone was surprised but didn't say a thing, you just hurriedly got to your room, your window was closed so Joseph was still on his way, looking out and expecting his appearance you didn't expect to feel his arms behind you once again, before you thought that he was warm just because the environment was cold, his hands were warm and big, no matter what was around, you wanted to hold them, his face showed his usual grin and now that his hair was longer than ever you felt how it also was in touch with you, Joseph always secured you in his arms, "nice and warm" he would say, not caring an ounce if you were in public, sweaty, angry at him or just being, in his own words, weird, he would appear out of nowhere and get you just where he wanted.

You liked it, because it was cute, it made you feel good, feel wanted, even when you knew that he was doing it only by the reason that he liked to do so.

"Do you like me, Joseph?"

It took courage, almost two months ago, to say those words, only to be greeted by his stupid and handsome face, he looked so confused before smiling again.

"Not in that way, silly, but of course you are good looking, anyone that get your eyes in them will be lucky"

Joseph tried to make it as less awkward as possible while you tried to just go with the flow, it was something that you never told Uncle or anyone else.

And now here you were, with you dear friend, in the same bed, without your parents knowing and seeing something similar to little fireworks appear in his hands, you smiled at how beautiful it looked, you could feel it near, you could feel him near, under the same blankets, Jojo was warm, even when he wasn't touching you, even when he was out of your reach and-

"Ow, what the fuck, Joseph?!" And then Jojo head-butted you.

What a way to ruin the atmosphere, really.

But what is to be expected of two idiots with 16 years old and zero experience in love?

Maybe that was the cause, Joseph thought at the time, you two were two fools in love, one already noticing it and the other just stupid enough to not even realize it, and he can say, without doubt, that he was that stupid one while you were the brave one that even got the courage to ask that question back when you were just two stupid kids.

"I mean, what was I supposed to say?" He wasn't sure, even when he was about to reach 80, and he was being quite serious about the question, even when he knows that you never were resentful of his negative response, maybe he could've say that, yes, that he liked you even when he didn't just to try and have his first relationship but the he would also be a piece of shit for doing such a thing to you, maybe if he said yes at that moment you two would've started a relationship and then, with enough time for his stupid young self, he would've noticed that, yes, he liked you.

He likes you, even the one that is sitting next to him, one that shouldn't be here because you died years ago.

"By the way, did I tell you that Fourth and Josuke are expecting a child already? It makes me so happy everytime I remember it, they're still young, and that foolish kid hasn't made the question even when I already told him to do so but still" you were listening, just like always, not saying a word, just like when he would enter your room to tell you about all the things that were happening outside those walls.

This was good, even when he could feel the worried glances from his family, but they just let him have it.

And he was happy with what he could have from you now.

[jojosbizzarewife]

Cold Hands Headcanons

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Dio

Dio is the type to hold some ice or run his hands under cold water and then try to be cuddly with you.

Straizo

Speedwagon

Speedwagon was so used to the cold London nights on the street that he hardly noticed how cold his hands were. His first pair of gloves are a gift from Jonathan, whom he then insists on having annual snowball fights with.

Suzy Q

Wammu

Kars

Jotaro

Polnareff

Polnareff is the type of guy who refuses to ever wear gloves just so he can ask you to hold his hand instead.

Kakyoin

Josuke

Kira

Rohan

Mikitaka

Mikitaka's hands feel cold most of the time, but he says it's normal for aliens.

Giorno

Abbacchio

Abbachio didn't believe how cold his hands get until someone buys him temperature changing nail polish.

Fugo

Trish

Doppio

Prosciutto

Pesci

Pesci has anxiety and clammy hands. He says the only time his hands aren't clammy is when he's fishing, which is ironic.

Ghiaccio

Formaggio

Jolyne

Weather Report

F.F.

Anasui

Pucci

Pucci always has pocket warmers on hand because his hands are always cold.

Rikiel

Johnny

Funny Valentine

Hot Pants

Diego

Ringo Roadagain

Gappy

Yasuho

Jobin

Jobin only warms up his hands if he's getting buggy

[sammygems]

JJBA Sims CC Ideas List

ight, so, i've been playing sims a lot lately, and i've downloaded a lot of cc for it, especially JJBA cc, but I haven't been able to find any CC for certain characters, so I wanted to make a list of potential CC outfits & character ideas for any JJBA CC creators, without feeling like i'm pressuring anyone in particular. List is organized by Parts + some spin-off stuff.

Phantom Blood

Childhood outfits for Jonathan & Dio

Childhood outfit for Erina

Any of these Jonathan outfits

Jonathan's Volume cover outfits for Volumes 2, 4, & 5 and his chapter cover outfit from chapter 31 (which appear in ASB)

Stone Mask as like, a wall decoration.

Any of these Dio outfits

Battle Tendency

Joseph clackers accessory

Part 2 Speedwagon & Erina

Literally anything for Smokey, i've seen nothing for him

More Lisa Lisa outfits

Suzi Q's other outfits that aren't her apron dress

Joseph's childhood outfit from his first plane crash

Joseph's dress

Old Joseph's part 2 outfit

Any of these Joseph outfits

Joseph's volume cover outfits from volumes 6, 7, & 9, and his chapter cover outfits from chapters 57 and 58.

Childhood & teen outfits for Caesar

Really any of Caesar's outfits other then his main outfit.

Stardust Crusaders

Outfits for Holy, Suzi Q, and really any of the followers of Dio (i'm not saying that there's nothing of the followers btw, i've found Mariah, the D'Arby brothers & Vanilla Ice)

Joseph's outfit with the turtleneck & trenchcoat

Avdol's main outfit but with the jellabiya (aka the skirt) and his "Avdol's father disguise" outfit

Polnareff's outfit but with the weird little skirt thingy that he has in the manga at some point.

Diamond is Unbreakable

Anything for Koichi, I've found basically nothing for him.

Any of Rohan's various outfits

Jotaro's first & second outfits

Outfits of Hayato & Shigechi

Anything for Mikitaka, Yuya, Tamani, Hazamada, & Tonio

Golden Wind/Vento Aureo

Bucciarati's hair but for children

Bucciarati's childhood outfits

Polnareff's part 5 outfit

the Bow & Arrow as like, decorations and/or accessories

Stone Ocean

Jolyne's main outfit, but the skirt & boots version.

These variants of Jolyne's outfit

Young Weather & Pucci outfits

Most if not all of Jolyne's outfits that appear in ASB, ASBR, & EOH.

Anything for the Sons of Dio, Johngalli A., Sports Maxx, Thunder McQueen, Miraschon, Lang Rangler, Westwood, & Miu Miu

Gloria's hair

Perla's hair

Outfits for Anakiss & Eldis (alt world's Anasui & Ermes)

Steel Ball Run

Anything for Steven Steel, Mountain Tim, Scarlet, Wekapipo, Pocoloco, Sandman, Norisuke Higashikata I, & Sugar Mountain

Jojolion

Anything for any of the Highaskata family, Kei, Toru, Rai, & Holy

Jojolands

Anything

Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan

Rohan's various outfits

Spin-Offs, One-Shots, & Novels

Jolyne, Bucciarati, & Abbacchio's Fly High With Gucci outfits

Coniglio from Golden Heart, Golden Ring

Sheila E from Purple Haze Feedback

Ryoko Kakyoin from Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak

Also Hol Horse's outfit from CDDH

Other

Jolyne's childhood outfit that appears in Eyes of Heaven and this one is the only one that i'm despite for guys

If you've found any CC of any of these, please let me know, if CC creators wanna take inspiration, go for it.

[mrsgiovanna]

Giada: Papa? Papa? Can I tell you a big secret?

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Haruno: Eh? A big secret? What kind of secret will she share with us today?

Teen Giorno: Easy, easy. She's probably telling us something that happened in kindergarten.

Devil Giorno: Well, if she cried because of one of the kids, hands will be thrown at parents today.

Angel Giorno: Calm down. Let's hear what she has to say to us before we act on anything now.

- Outside -

Giorno: *smiles* Yes, picolina? What is it?

Giada: *gives him a big hug* I love you so much! You're the bestest papa in the world! And I love Mama so much! And big brother Gio! And...

Giorno: *hugs her back and smiles*

- Inside Giorno's mind -

All four: Aww!

Angel Giorno: *tearing up like Speedwagon* I'm so happy!

Devil Giorno: Hahaha! We're her favorite father in the world!

Teen Giorno: We're her only father. Still, it's nice to hear this.

Haruno: Yay! Gia loves us! We're the bestest! Ah! We should go for ice cream! All four of us!

Awwwwww Gia my sunshine princess, I'm so soft

Giorno: I love you all more than anything in the world... now I have a secret mission for you. Find mama and GioGio for me? We're all going on an adventure to create the best ice cream sundae

Giada: *excited, runs off to find Bri and Giordano*

Giordano: I'm going to build the biggest sundae ever!

Giada: well mine will be the prettiest and will taste the best

Awwwwww tysmmm vanilla, this is the cutest scenario ever, 🥰😍😘💓

[cultofkakyoin]

What other JoJo headcanons you got?

A lot! Uh, lets see-

Jotaro likes jazz music because his dad use to play it for him.

Kakyoin's first name really is Tenmei but he's too polite to correct anyone.

Sadao Kujo is a very good dad but he's a lot like Jotaro, think Hank Hill.

Vanilla Ice has never listened to Vanilla Ice, if he had, he would hate it.

Joseph is bisexual 🏳️‍🌈

Jotaro is vegetarian

Wamuu died a virgin but was happy about it (no one was worthy of it.)

Josuke (DiU) is a brand ambassador for high fashion brands later in life.

Erina suspects Speedwagon is into the same sex (and her husband) but will never admit to it, they have never discussed it and don't want to. 1800s etiquette and all.

Jonathan didn't even consider it on the other hand, he just assumes everyone is straight by default.

Jonathan has no idea gay people exist, no one every told him. He's the guy that says his uncle lives and sleeps in bed with his 'best friend' and genuinely believes it.

Jonathan isn't homophobic on purpose though.

Jotaro's favorite animal is not a dolphin but a starfish.

Jolyne's mother always sings Jolene to Jolyne to greet her.

[coollyinterferes]

They have the costumes ready -not pictured but Robert is a zombie and Jonathan is a mummy-. They also have the candy, and they are ready to give it away! (minus some of the chocolate Jonathan snatched from the bowl and that Robert simply wouldn't tell him not to take)

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Do the heads with longer hair struggle to keep their hair out of their faces? 😂

Zeppeli: SHHHH!! Not so loud!! Last time Vanilla tried to give us a haircut, my beautiful moo-stache was ruined

Dire: It was horrible, my hair was just awful

Jonathan: I'm not very fond of mohawks let's just say that right now

Straizo: If I ever get a body again, I'm going to hold him down and shave that tacky mane of his

Speedwagon: *from the next room over* LAST TIME VANILLA TRIED TO GIVE US A HAIRCUT, ZEPPELI'S MUSTACHE WAS RUINED!! DIRE'S HAIR WAS AWFUL!! JONATHAN GOT A MOHAWK!! IF STRAIZO SOMEHOW GETS A BODY AGAIN ONE DAY, HE IS GOING TO KNOCK OUT VANILLA ICE, BIND AND GAG HIM, INTERROGATE HIM UNTIL HE CONFESSES WHERE THE FLASH DRIVE IS, THEN HE WILL HOLD HIM DOWN AND SHAVE HIS ENTIRE HEAD INCLUDING HIS EYEBROWS!!!

Straizo: I... Didn't say that.

Erina: .... I thought he did a pretty good job to be honest :3

(I misread, I'm sorry, I thought you just said "do the heads struggle to keep their hair out of their faces?" I just realized that after writing... Ah well)

[cl0ud-ninex]

for the jjba ask 9,16,35,37

Hello anon 👋🏾 🩷

9. Fave Fight

Polnareff vs Vanilla Ice

16. Least favorite Jojo and why

I would have to say Giorno. Out of all the Jojos, Giorno doesn't really appeal to me, especially when I'm watching other characters like the members of La Squadra or even Bruno and his gang.

35. A character you relate to

Jotaro. Specifically, part 3 Joatro, but I guess this can apply to later parts as well.

37. A character you don't understand the hype for

I'm gonna be honest. Kakyoin. Speedwagon's a close second.

[consequencesofargentdawn]

More goodies we had in our backlog. The PCU fragility is such at this point any questioning of their narrative, of their tactics or presence is immediately leapt upon with such rancour and rage that any single post is enough to trigger a cascade of clownery.

Pumapunku - likely a throwaway alt who knew this fact asked some very hard hitting questions. Hard for the PCU at least. Like ants to honey they all came marching in making fools of themselves, as usual.

Starting perhaps with the most coherent response from Waldenberg here. “active players from active guilds” of course being a complete lie. Look at who posts on the PCU threads, only PCU players. They also only post to bump or otherwise advertise themselves, hardly taking part in the discussions amongst the community.

Everyone does however have a right to ignore any RP on the server. Unless it’s PCU RP. You’re not allowed to ignore PCU rp or you’re somehow a bad person. “ERPer” “Nonce” “Bad Roleplayer” “Weirdo” “Grudgebearer” or a slew of other slurs thrown at you.

The Orgrimmar RP scene was killed by the PCU trying to monopolize all activity in the zone, monitoring and trying to bully out any elements they disliked. The Hand of Conquest acted during BFA as the Orgrimmar Gestapo, trying to start fights with any guilds and players they didn’t like. The Vulpera caravan controversy was merely the crowning icing on a bad cake. All other statements in that post are nonsense. Orgrimmar before the PCU, as in before mid-Legion when it came up, was thriving.

Of course they can’t even see the problem in front of them and flatly lie. There is no “live and let live” approach. If you say a bad thing about the PCU you are forever put onto a blacklist (as seen with the Hordeculler incident) and you are chilled out from anything they gain influence over. Everyone RPing just wants to rp, man. Its your people who want to control what others do.

The inverse can also be said, the PCU try so hard to make it seem as if they’re not the boogeyman (while at the same time doing everything a boogeyman would do too) it has to make one think there is something fundamentally flawed in their thinking. Because surely “Yes we’re the greatest rpers ever known to man and all of our events/rp are superior to everyone else” is a completely healthy and normal way to approach your fellow players. They are the ones who started the “us vs them” narrative, and now they are starting to dislike when “them” (as in, the great majority of Argent Dawn) bite back.

Sadly not a lot else worth addressing back in a serious manner was put up on this particular forum thread. Just the usual washed out players posting non-comments, some of which we thought to share.

The clown duumvirate themselves also waded in, because of course they do. It’s not a certified official PCU thread if the minister of propaganda and the minister of recruitment are not present.

However the most lucid of the posters appears to be (yet again) our resident forum gnome Speedwagone (who isn’t even afraid this time).

I guess they all felt a bit “silly” after realising they were being baited. But this is the same group of players who consider all attention to be good attention. The problem with that line of thinking is eventually the negative will build to the point most are not willing to interact with them. Which is what we’ve been seeing unfolding from the latter half of Shadowlands until now.

[le-princesse-chevalier]

“Hmm...” He pauses for a moment, softly stroking his chin as he thinks before he goes on to add with a small and gentle smile of his own, “I’d say ‘gigglemug’.”

//For the pet name/nickname ask thingie?? :D (also: Gigglemug is Victorian -positive- slang used to refer to someone who has “an habitually smiling face”.)

Give Janette a Nickname! || Happily Accepting!

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Is she trying to hold back tears of joy from that? Most likely. It's safe to say that Janette sure likes that Nickname of yours Robert, good job!

" to Anyone who uses this Nickname & who Isn't Robert, I will Gut you like the God damned Fish you are if you do so. Don't temp me either, this is the only warning you'll get "

[deusluxuria]

what do they smell like

abdul: candle when go woosh and the flame gone

risotto: motor oil

narancia: 5000mg vitamin c supplements

pucci: dry erase marker

yukako: new book or stack of sticky notes when you put your thumb against the edge and make it go brrrr in your face

okuyasu: the crumbs between the couch cushions

dio: absinthe

melone: overheated laptop

pocoloco: the metal wrappers from chocolate coins

jotaro: sharpie marker

yasuho: pizza dough at tha fancy italian pizza store

gyro: microwave kraft mac n cheese powder

johnny: Cold Stone Creamery

kakyoin: stale off-brand dorito soggy on the sidewalk in the rain

gappy: pink pearl eraser

pesci: silly putty

mista: well-seasoned fries

foo fighters: that blue stuff in port-o-potties

erina: costco

n'doul: 1000 degree hot knife

secco: that towel you dropped behind the toilet and forgot about and now there is a living organism growing on it

cioccollatta: the only kind of bandaids that actually stay on

caesar: non-toxic school glue stick

tomoko: home depot

buccellati: those plastic packagings from spirit halloween that the costumes come in

daiya: whatever that sticky stuff is on dandelion stems where after you're done weeding the garden you have to wash your hands for like 10 minutes

speedwagon: lunch room at elementary school

prosciutto: freshly printed cash money hell yeeeeaaah

polnareff: those orange hard-coated laxative pills where the smell sticks to everything

koichi: duct tape

formaggio: old dusty air vents

joseph: film canisters

holly: that one natural human smell that you can't describe but it just makes you feel warm inside

josuke: candy from a 90s video store

squalo: public restrooms at the beach with high foot traffic while it's raining outside and there's wet gritty sand all over the floor

enya: newly open box of aloe vera infused tissues for your Nose

trish: sticky notes

sorbet & gelato: that eerie mysterious smell outside on a very hot day that no one can find the source of

alessi: those scent things in public bathrooms that are supposed to purify the air but they smell way worse than natural bathroom stink

rohan: scotch tape

iggy: really old scented marker

tiziano: V05 apricot conditioner where it doesn't say the scent on the bottle but you would be goddamned if it wasn't supposed to be apricot scented

vanilla ice: questionable flavor of slurpee from 7 Eleven

jolyne: hilary duff cd in mint condition

abbacchio: 2 tickets to a bauhaus concert

mariah: maximum strength packing tape

doppio: thrift store musk

funny valentine: when you try to use air freshener to mask a smell but it just turns the smell into a collective olfactory migraine

hermes: well-cared-for Invader Zim dvd

diavolo: that unfortunate smell of many damp feet stink that lingers between the pool area and the locker room

kira: those tubes at the bank drive thru that they send you the cash in

diego: plywood

guess: melting nokia phone

fugo: cardboard box

[toxic-gorgon]

Yandere Dio Brando x Reader: Useless

Synapsis: You are one of the last hamon users and while the practice itself has died along Lisa Lisa, except for a tiny handful of users. While most are willing to allow their gifts to die out and go about their daily lives, you want to put yours to good use and join the crusaders.

Content Warning: Extremely dark themes, click the read more at your own risk! Non-con, blood, yandere Dio, depression/hopelessness, corruption kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, talks of su*cide, violence, and extremely spicy themes. 18+, minors DNI! By continuing to read, you understand the risk.

When you joined the Speedwagon Foundation, you knew the chances of you dying for Mr. Joestar’s cause was almost inevitable. Your gifts were nothing compared to the powerful and unique stands that you came across during the start of your journey. You were one of the last remaining hamon users, but instead of allowing it to fizzle out like the others who trade their gifts for normal lives, you wanted to help and be useful! Lisa Lisa long passed and you heard stories of how hamon saved the world. Allowing hamon to die was allowing a part of yourself to die. 

Hamon was useless against stands, but worked wonders against humans and vampires. However, you primarily used yours for healing and support! The crusaders could use all the help they could get, so it made sense when the directors approached you for the task. Their lives are in your hands, and if it means to put an end to the vampyric Dio’s reign, then you’ll do your part and make sure these boys stay alive.

That’s what you thought at the beginning, back before your days meshed together and all time seemed to stagnate. 

You weren’t sure how many days it’s been since you first arrived in this suffocating manor in Cairo. The dark and coldness inside the manor contrasts the warm and vibrant colors outside your window during the day. You were ever the spunky one when you first arrived, you knew your friends were well on their way and you had no problem voicing that fact loudly in Dio’s presence. He would scoff, flashing you an amused grin, after all you were (as what he puts it) like a fangless, clawless feline. You don’t pose any real threat, but it’s cute to see you try. 

Dio is every bit what the rumors said. His raw charisma and power alone should frighten you, but that’s just one piece of the puzzle that’s Dio Brando. His beauty was truly breathtaking, much more so in person, his shirtless form proudly displayed like a painting hung carefully in the Louvre. His voice charmingly suave, almost a mesmerizing melody that beckons you closer like a siren’s call that you can’t block out. Worst of all was his eyes, that piercing gaze of his that can see right through you, all your worst fears and highest hopes, nothing can be hidden from this man. 

When you first arrived at his mansion, you were awestruck. Cat-got-your-tongue indeed as you drank in the imposing monster of a man, your enemy. What could he possibly want from you? His smirk makes your chest clench as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You wanted to run, and you would’ve if it wasn’t for you being so goddamned weak. You were completely at his fucking mercy, all he had to do was give the word and you would meet your end. You expected to die right then and there, surely a man like Dio would take out his enemy while he had the chance, just so later down the line it won’t bite him in the ass. You weren’t sure if it was out of pity or amusement, but your death never came. Instead, the cocky asshole smriks and gives you his blessing to tour his home. Hell, he even allowed you access to his library, on the grounds that if you did decide to run, you would be all too easy to catch. You were convinced this man had no real plan for you being here, besides making things much harder for the crusaders by stealing away their healer. 

You were determined to keep your head held high and wait for your knights in shining armor. 

But now, you’re just a shallow husk of despair. All the hope and conviction you had died little by little as the days went by, as those dark thoughts that Dio would mock you with began to take root. There’s no point in brainwashing you when your conviction can be shattered so easily. During the day, Vanilla Ice and Pet Shop watch over you. You absolutely loathe Vanilla Ice. His blind devotion towards his master churned your stomach, all the while he’s looking down on you and lack of stand ability. His words stung, but now they mirror static, background noise for your chaotic thoughts. 

Pet Shop was your preferred caretaker. He’s a bird, so he can’t talk like your other wardens. However, you could’ve sworn you saw that bird smirk once or twice, and his steely gaze mirrored his cocky yet powerful master. Perhaps the bird was silently judging you, even mocking you for being more caged than he was. After all, Pet Shop was allowed to move past the mansion’s windows and enjoy the fresh air and sun, even though he stayed within his bounds. A murder hawk has more freedom than you do.

The nights are always the worst. Screams of ecstasy or pain, you weren’t sure which anymore, filled the halls. After a while of being imprisoned, they all sound the same. How long before you’re next? You felt like it was any day now, and eventually your captor will grow bored of your constant banter. Perhaps that would be for the best, you’re dead weight anyway as long as you remain here.

Your friends were on a mission to save Holly, which you admit is more important than rescuing you. You knew the risk after when you joined this crusade, you just didn’t think it would end here in the lion’s den. You contemplated jumping out the window, not caring how painful the initial impact would be. You always decide against it, and instead sit and wait, chalking it up to being a coward as well. Everyday when your saviors hadn’t come, the little bit of hope inside was crushed gradually until barely anything was left besides tears of frustration and a luxurious queen sized bed to help you sleep.

Since you’ve been here, Dio took the liberty of making sure you’re fed three five star meals a day and accompanying you with a wine glass of blood. Such a gentleman, he even made idle chit-chat while you refused to take a bite (no matter how many times he told you it would be a waste poisoning you). Dio boasted about his many achievements, including how he stole Jonathan Jostar’s body, which you weren’t sure if he was just bragging or making sure that even in a casual setting, the threat still lingered. Was this supposed to impress you? Because the only responses you ever gave him were snide remarks and silence. Sometimes he would treat this like a silly game, but on days when he was more temperamental, you wisely chose to nod your head and actually eat what’s in front of you.

He made sure you were treated well, despite your situation. You bathed in a tub fit for a princess with fancy soaps and perfume, and was dressed in the finest of authentic Egyptian gowns that money could buy. All of which were gifts from Dio. He even took the liberty to do away with all your drab belongings and anything that didn’t fit his opulent aesthetic. He even gave you art supplies once. Whenever he gave one of these gifts, he always made sure to attach a rose with it. You always throw them out.

To occupy yourself when your host is gone and taking time for himself, you like to venture to his library and thumb through his vast selection. You’re sure you read over half of his stock by now, but something new always catches your eye to pass the time with. Usually you would saunter off into your room, avoiding the underlings as much as possible, but tonight was one of those nights where Dio met you there. 

“There you are darling, I was worried I missed you.” His smooth voice did little to put you in ease. 

“What do you want?” you sighed, making your way to the bookcase and browsing through different titles. Dio playfully scoffs, as always everything you say is just a game to him, and the disdain in your tone goes unnoticed. You didn’t move an inch when he moved closer to you, towering over your much smaller frame.

“You wound me dear, I only wish to spend time with you.” He leans in close next to your ear, his warm breath tickling your lobe. “Alone.” Now that’s laughable! Dio Brando isn’t a man who did anything out of kindness or ‘quality time’ without something in return. Did he run out of bodies to satisfy his hunger? What could you possibly offer him besides a snack?

“Spend time with you? I’ve seen what you do to the men and women who throw themselves at you for a sliver of attention. Their dead carcass lay about your manor like furniture when you’ve drained them.” You barely whispered. Why were you explaining his misdeeds to him like a child? You weren’t sure if you were trying to reason or reach the last thread of humanity within, but doubt was clearly written on your face. You wanted this to end.

You balled your hands into fists and shook with rage. “Just kill me and get it over with! I’m tired of you and I’m tired of being here!” 

Dio couldn’t help but sneer at your sudden outburst. How can you say these things? He’s given so much to you, and this is how you repay him? Do you not realize what you do to him? How weak he is while in your presence? How absurd. You had to have known, and perhaps you were testing his patience on purpose.

Reaching up and gripping your chin roughly, Dio kept your gaze on him. “I ask very little of you and have given you everything you could ever ask for. Tell me darling, are you truly unhappy?” his lips brush against your own, and his voice dangerously low that it sent shivers down your spine. Your voice was caught in your throat, this tower of a man standing over you so domineering makes you seem insignificant. Like a large cat ready to pounce on his prey. 

Tears run down your cheeks and you had no will to stop them. Why was he doing this to you? As if to answer your question, the blonde captures your lips and wraps his arms around your trembling form. With a jolt of energy you tried to shove him off you in defiance for your space. “Please stop, I don’t want…” you mumble. Growling, Dio pulls away and glares into your glossy puffy eyes, his brows furrowing when you don’t give in so easily.   

“Pet.” he said through gritted teeth, his hand drifting down to your neck and squeezing rough enough to cut off air supply. “You’re being selfish. All I asked from you in return is your loyalty and to surrender yourself to me.” He picks you up by your neck and amusingly smirks when you gasp and attempt to wiggle free, your hands desperate for air. Your nails grazing his skin with little scratches did nothing to phase Dio, instead he chuckles.

“Funny, isn’t it? The man’s body I’ve taken, the only man I would ever call my equal, possesses the same power as you do.” Black dots formed in your vision and your legs grew tired from flailing. He lets you drop from his grip, and while you sit slumped over and choking on air for your burning lungs, Dio looks down with his ruby hues. “Suppose my interest in you is fate, or perhaps you remind me of him.” Bending down to kneel in front of you, Dio pulls you towards his chest and picks you up bridal-style with very little resistance from you. He smirks and leans in to whisper in your ear “However, your strength will never match his.” 

Dio took flawless strides towards the desk on the other side of the room and pinned you down on your stomach against the harsh oak surface. With the wind knocked out of you temporarily, Dio traced his long nails along the soft chiffon fabric of your golden gown before tearing it to shreds down the middle, revealing your back and ass as the now useless fabric pools at your feet. Looking back at your captor’s sadistic smirk, your bloodshot eyes widen with realization. You were observant, he didn’t need to spell out what his intentions were. 

Almost immediately, Dio parts your legs with his knee and runs his fingers along your slit, examining it’s beauty before he decimates it with his cock. Squirming, you tried to push yourself up from the desk. As weak as you were, you had to try! Even though you knew Dio had more than enough strength to overpower you. As if he read your mind, he takes both of your wrists in his strong grip and pins them against your back. 

“Careful dear, you wouldn’t want me to break your arms, would you?” You stopped your struggling and stilled. It was best to get it over with and maybe if you comply, he won’t be as harsh with you, right? Just let him do what he’s going to do and don’t make it worse for yourself. “That’s better!” He smiles. “Lay there and trust your Lord Dio. Don’t worry about a single thing.” Don’t worry? How can you not? But, you did as he said and Dio goes back to running his fingers along your pussy, this time his index flicking against your clit. 

Biting your bottom lip, you shut your eyes tight. Be strong….be strong…. You chanted, but the small shocks of having your clip played with after being in turmoil for so long, it was difficult to not give yourself over for anything that can make you feel a moment of blissful ignorance. You were convinced that either Dio was a mindreader, or you were just so painfully obvious, but he stops his ministrations with your heat and leans in closer, he carelessly grinds his clothed hardened cock against you. He was quite proportioned. 

“Let’s enjoy ourselves, hmmm?” You shuddered at his words (and sizable bulge), a small whimper escaping you. Pleased with your sudden turn around, Dio leans back and without missing a beat, undoes his pants, allowing his cock weeping of precum to spring free. You swallow down a moan when his cock rubs against your clit, teasing your lips. Your cunt quickly became sloppy, as you were beginning to come around and throw caution to the wind. Dio must’ve noticed, because chuckles and mutters. “Don’t hide your cute noises from me now.”

With his cock soaked with your juices, he thrusts in and you do as he says, allowing a hoarse moan erupt from your throat that’s muffled by your face against the desk. This wasn’t going to do, not for Dio. While thrusting at a brutal pace, he yanks your hair back and lifts your head so he can listen to your lustful melodies more clearly. While you pant like a bitch in heat whenever he hits that spot to make you see stars, Dio releases your wrists in favor of gripping your hip tightly, leaving bruises. 

Gasping, you didn’t move your wrists for fear of your lord stopping or worse. Pleased by your obedience, Dio’s pace quickens, just for him to slow down to a tortuous pace. Flustered you cry “W-Why? Please….please….m-more!” You try to turn your head, but his strong grip keeps you in place. What a wonderful development! Definitely a change in the right direction from how you rejected him a few moments ago. But, Dio wasn’t quite satisfied yet. He wanted your everything, not only your spur-of-the-moment submission. He’s Dio Brando, Lord Dio to his brood. He doesn’t settle for less than satisfactory.

With a grin, Dio knew just how he would achieve this. “You beg so pretty darling, I see you’re finally coming to understand who owns you. But begging isn’t enough.” When he started moving again, this time his cock kissing your cervix, your mouth hung agape in a silent scream. Your thoughts thoroughly scrambled with nothing but the pleasure that Dio was offering you. Hell, you weren’t even coherent when your position changed to you being on your back with your legs spread wide and exposed, only for Dio. 

He picks up his pace, your cunt constricting around him as he pounds into your sore pussy, his hand now free from your hair pressed down your abdomen. He felt the slight belly bulge from him delving into your sweet cunt, simply delicious. “Darling-” He said too sweetly. “- You’re absolutely stunning so full of my cock, but I have a wonderful idea. I didn’t appreciate your attitude this evening, but I know how we can fix that!” You were too fucked out to comprehend his words, but nodded like the dumb slut you were. His dumb slut. “I’m going to breed this pussy of yours, fill you up with my cum, and you’re going to take everything I give you. Wouldn’t that be great? You grow big and round while your breasts are full with leaking milk.” He pauses as his hips sputter, his cock pulsating with the vision of you growling his children within your womb. 

“Yes..I think motherhood will suit you well. Forever my ___.” 

Whimpering, you nod in agreement. Whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop. You were so very close! You mumble a breathy fuck when Dio pushes your legs up to your shoulders, diving in much deeper than before. Chanting strings of curses under his breath, Dio’s hand on your stomach drifts down to vigorously rub your sensitive nub and in almost no time at all you cum around his member, your juices rushing out to soak the desk and his cock. 

“Oh god...oh god...oh god..” you chanted, making Dio’s ego inflate more if that were possible. Smirking, he lets you ride out your orgasm, before picking up the pace yet again, this time losing control of himself for once. Brutally he fucks you, his cockhead slamming against your cervix, as your pulsing walls from your aftershocks urges his throbbing shaft, begging to milk it. After a few final thrusts, Dio stills and his cock paints your womb with his seed. 

He wasn’t done yet. Chuckling at your fucked out expression, it was so much like Dio to push for more. He wanted to mark you, make everyone but mostly yourself to know who you belong to. Your chest will do and his mark will be on full display. Using the nail on his index finger, Dio carves his name into your chest, pebbles of blood dripping down your sweaty and spent body after each scrape was made. When he is done, he admires his work, his name etched into your skin almost makes his cock spring back to life. What was he kidding, he could go a few more rounds anyway. But first, he leans in and laps up the blood, waste not want not right?

“There you are, how stunning. Darling, I wish you could see yourself right now.” Your eyes grew heavy, you were so exhausted and ready for a nap. Dio picks you up and doesn’t bother to cover you with your shredded rags. “No, no, don’t pass out now. We have a long night ahead of us.”