#hamon user reader

[kittwix]

hihi! hope you’re doing well :)

can i request Jonathan, Joseph & Caesar having a crush on a bit of a stand offish reader? reader is a powerful Hamon user, arguably one of the best around, but because of her experience being underestimated and undermined by a lot of male users (the casual misogyny in part 2 </3) she chooses not to use her Hamon to fight and doesn’t enjoy the company of male users.

for the Jonathan part i think reader would be an assistant to Baron Zeppeli who is only there as backup (and maybe feels indebted to him in some way) and for the Caesar & Joseph parts i think reader would be a maid like Suzie Q who chose to stay on the island with Lisa Lisa after her training and opt to have a quieter life instead of fighting with Hamon again.

reader does genuinely care about the characters but doesn’t want to risk being undermined by them in a fighting sense nor does she want to have her heart broken.

tysm :)

Crushing on Standoffish Hamon User! Reader

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli x Hamon User! Reader

hello! this is so cute!! hope you enjoy what i cooked up :)

tags: time period sexism, fluff, hamon user! reader, the boys being stupidly stubborn but sweet, reader is heavily implied to be female, no established relationship

word count: 1.2k

Jonathan Joestar

He couldn't help himself. He didn't know what to really think when he met up with Zeppeli one morning for another one of their Hamon training sessions when his eyes caught the sight of a women beside him.

"You've done exceptionally well on your training, Jojo. Your techniques are getting stronger and you're finally beginning to shift your energy onto bigger objects." Zeppeli applauded before shifting his gaze over to you. "This is (Y/n). She's an incredibly trained Hamon user, far more advanced than myself when I first began. She's here as backup, but I trust her judgment just as I trust yours."

You give a curt nod. Not unfriendly, just distant. You stand with perfect posture, arms folded neatly, the sun catching the faint shimmer of Hamon flickering around your fingers.

Jonathan bows, sincerely. "It's an honor to meet you. I hope I can learn something from your presence, if not your tutelage."

You don’t smile, but there’s a flicker of respect behind your eyes.

He doesn't struck me as the type to really underestimate you. Just because you were a women doesn't mean you're not strong. If Zeppeli trusted you, then why shouldn't he as well? Even though you don't really fight beside him, he tends to always thinks about you in tense situations: What would she do? If only I could hear her voice right now.

He knows better than to question why you don't fight anymore, let alone pester much about your past. He just silently wishes you didn’t have to feel that way in the first place. Most of all, he is just respectful of your boundaries and your wishes, he admires your strength. It's kinda what keeps you from walking away from him.

Sometimes you catch him watching you while you’re meditating with Hamon energy in your palms. You snap him out of it with a flat, “…Something on your mind?” and he'd stammers. “Just… admiring your discipline. Nothing more.”

He doesn't hide his feelings well. He leaves you small, thoughtful offerings. Fresh flowers, mended gloves once after a battle. He doesn’t say “I love you,” but you can feel it in the way he shields your flank and listens when others talk over you.

Joseph Joestar

He thinks you're really sexy, in a super mysterious and super cool way. Can't help but feel so drawn to you, makes him want to get to know you more but little does he know that you pack more than just a pretty face for him to shoot his shot with.

"This is way more than just a mansion!" Joseph whistles when he and Caesar both follow Lisa Lisa into her estate, eyes marveled at the wall patterns and glass tiled windows. "Should've known you were made of money, Lisa Lisa." He chirps with a little smug grin.

"Enough." She silenced him as she glanced over her shoulder, her stare was icey but her voice was still warm. "If you'll excuse me, I have some errands to attend. Please don't cause any trouble." Lisa Lisa instructed before she called over Suzi Q and, of course, yourself as the two of you were at her side. Her two most entrusted maids, as she made note that Joseph and Caesar would stay in the manor for a short while as she does her business before leaving the four of you alone.

You could feel Joseph's stare out the corner of your eye but you pay no mind. "Nice to meet you." You greeted quietly.

You don't laugh at his jokes, honestly he you were a tough nut to crack but he also just claims that you were only 'playing hard to get' in which you ignored any of his advances. You were familiar the kind of man Joseph Joestar was, and yet you could feel your eyes linger on him when he wasn't looking as he does his training.

Later he'd find out just how strong you were, now he was more curious as to why you pose as Lisa Lisa's servant instead of a strong Hamon fighter like her. Honestly, that alone makes him almost a little intimidated by you in which he tries to play it off with more jokes.

But there’s a moment where he sees you practicing Hamon alone/ You were quiet, focused, elegant in your form and it stuns him into silence. “…You’re really something,” he says, genuinely and you were a bit surprised that he wasn't smirking and playing this off like a joke like he always does. You pause, slowly opening your eyes to look over your shoulder. “I know.” And the both of you share a small smile.

He'll want to know more about you, no matter how much you try to push him away. He'll be genuine with his words, no jokes when he tells you that he admires your strength and that he'll beat any man that tries to talk down on you. You find yourself slowly catching feelings, but Joseph is already in way too deep.

Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli

You're stunning in his eyes, he already holds so much respect for you and is aware of your existence and strength through Lisa Lisa as well as remembering fighting alongside you once. The encounter was brief but he never forgot about you.

"It's you." He blurted out when he ran into you as he walked passed the corridors of the estate during his and Joseph's Hamon training session. You glanced back at him, raising a brow as you were confused by what he meant. "(Y/n)? Right? Lisa Lisa has told me a bit about you.. actually we were in battle once, I can't forget a pretty face like yours, bella. You were incredible." "You're mistaken." You shook your head at him. "That wasn't me, now if you'll excuse me." You excused yourself and left him there stunned, but he wasn't crazy. He definitely knew your face and he'd get to the bottom of it.

It wasn't until one day you were folding laundry and hanging them on the clothesline by the garden, Caesar was meditating not too far. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared at his stance, his memory of him calling you by your name stuck with you. You gave him benefit of the doubt and confessed that you do remember the fight and his face was also familiar to you.

You were always standoffish. Now he finally understands why you serve under Lisa Lisa. He’s seen the way men dismiss women Hamon users. He tries to joke with you like he does with everyone else, but you meet him with neutral silence and maybe a dry, “You done talking yet?” And that only makes him more into you. You’re mysterious, grounded, unaffected by charm. It throws him completely.

He doesn't pressure you, rather, he respects your decision to stay out of battle and instead he'd spend a lot of his time hanging out with you on the days where he isn't training. He's a bit surprised that you manage to agree to let him stick around as you do your chores, often answering some questions that he has about you but still keeping that boundary.

In a way, you slowly start to fall for him because he really is unlike everyone else. He spends time with you to genuinely get to know you, not because of your past or to get something out of you. He tries to get your trust without expecting your heart, but oh, he’d give anything if you offered it.

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: smut head canons

characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo (part 4), Female Reader

rating: NSFW

Jonathan Joestar

He’s an Adonis with a heart of gold and he will make sure to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your life. Do not be intimidated by his impressive size, he will take all the time for you to be ready and will go nice and slow.

Once in the heat of the moment, he will go as hard or soft as you want. Your pleasure comes first and seeing how good you feel is enough for him to come undone. He’s incredibly passionate and romantic. He’ll make it his mission to have you come multiple times.

Do not expect him to be a missionary only type of man. Once he gets comfortable he’s likely to want to learn and try every sex position he can and perfect it, too. And he has the stamina and sheer raw power that’ll support it.

Joseph Joestar

Oh, you’re in for a very fun time. Joseph is naturally playful, mischievous, and naughty. He will have you smiling and giggling as he playfully wrestles you, but after pinning you down things are going to get very heated.

Bodies can make weird noises, people can bump heads…whatever embarrassing thing that could happen during sex you don’t have to worry about it with Joseph. He’ll simply laugh it off and make you feel at ease or he’ll be so into whatever you two are doing he won’t notice.

Kink is inevitable with him. Crossdressing, sissification, pegging, spanking, brat taming (he’s the brat), using Hamon. And don’t worry when he cums before you, he can go for rounds and rounds and rounds…

Don’t be surprised if he asks for Caesar to join, too.

Jotaro Kujo

They were talking about Jotaro Kujo when they came up with “tall, dark, and handsome” and he’s as stoic as they come. But if you’re lucky enough to find yourself in his bed…well, this means he trusts you deeply and quite possibly even loves you.

Don’t expect him to show the same dominance he does with an enemy stand user though. He will be completely submissive to you. Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, peg him. Surrendering complete control to you is the moment of reverie he needs from his stressful life.

He doesn’t make a lot of noise apart from muffled groans, moans, and whimpers but he’s a sucker for dirty talk. So call him a good boy and tell him he takes you so well and he’ll be ready to come undone.

[dioslesbianwife]

May i request...the jojo protags with a reader who basically comes to them crying. As if something horrible happened, but in reality, it was something harmless like a spider LMAO

hahaha totally- thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy and here are the headcannons :3

Jonathan Joestar

The moment he sees you crying, he drops everything and rushes to your side like the true gentleman he is.

“Good heavens! What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” he asks, full of concern, already preparing to throw hands.

When you hiccup through your sobs and finally tell him it was a spider, he blinks in confusion. “A… spider?”

He lets out a relieved sigh and gives you a warm, comforting hug, gently patting your back.

“I see… Well, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you,” he assures, proceeding to carefully relocate the spider outside like the kind soul he is.

Joseph Joestar

“OH MY GOD! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” Dramatic and loud, just like you.

He’s already on edge, scanning the area, ready to unleash a Hamon punch on some imaginary attacker.

When you finally blurt out “I-it was a spider!” between sniffles, he stops mid-motion and just… stares at you.

Silence. Then

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!” He’s exasperated but also laughing.

“Jeez, you really had me worried! Don’t do that again!” But he still squashes the spider for you (after teasing you about it first).

Jotaro Kujo

Sigh. The moment he sees you crying, he’s immediately on alert. “Tch. What happened?”

His eyes narrow, scanning the surroundings for any threats.

You try to explain through sobs, and when the word “spider” finally comes out, he just… stares at you.

He looks at you, looks at the spider, then looks back at you. His soul is tired.

“Yare yare daze… You’re seriously crying over this?”

He ends up getting rid of the spider for you, but not without calling you a “pain in the ass” (softly, though).

Josuke Higashikata

“Oh my God! Babe, what’s wrong?!” Immediate panic mode.

He’s so worried and doesn’t even think- he just hugs you, rubbing your back.

“Who do I need to beat up? Tell me right now!”

The moment you sob out, “It-it was a spider!” his concern turns into disbelief.

“Wait. Wait. A SPIDER? ARE YOU FOR REAL?”

He groans, flops back dramatically, and mutters about how he thought it was something serious. But he’ll still kill the spider for you like the good boyfriend he is.

Giorno Giovanna

Stays completely calm even as you run to him in tears. “What happened?” he asks gently.

He’s mentally preparing for the worst. enemy Stand users, some tragic accident, etc.

“G-Giorno, there’s a s-spider…!”

He blinks. Once. Twice. Then

“Oh.” He’s visibly relieved but doesn’t say anything to make you feel bad. Instead, he calmly finds the spider and… turns it into a butterfly. Problem solved.

“There. It won’t bother you anymore,” he says, patting your head with a small smile.

Jolyne Cujoh

“What?! What happened?!” She’s already in fight mode, fists clenched, ready to throw down.

When you finally tell her it was a spider, she just stares at you.

“You had me thinking you were DYING over a goddamn SPIDER?!”

Absolutely roasts you for it but still deals with the spider because she loves you.

“Next time, just tell me so I don’t have a heart attack, alright?” she huffs, crossing her arms- but you can see she’s still amused.

Johnny Joestar

“Oh shit, what happened?!” Immediate panic, already bracing for the worst.

He’s gripping his hat, breathing heavily, waiting for the bad news.

“…It was a spider.”

He just squints at you like, seriously?

“You’re messing with me, right?”

He sighs dramatically but still flicks the spider away. “You owe me for this. I almost had a damn heart attack.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

“Huh? Why are you crying?” He’s already super confused.

He’s racking his brain for any possible reason you’d be this upset. Did someone hurt you? Did you remember something tragic?

“A-a spider…”

He just stares. Then slowly tilts his head. “That’s it?”

Softly sighs but then has Soft & Wet remove the spider for you. “There, all gone,” he says with a little smile.

He’ll still give you a hug, though.

[adeadcreator]

I wanna request abbacchio x reader who has joseph's chaotic energy. Also could reader also be a hamon user and do that same spaghetti trick on him?

Heheh I love this request, hope you enjoy!

He met you on a whim, in a bar as you were occupied with your friend who was drinking their sorrows. Catching you as you slowly lowered your friend's bottle “Damn, I think that might be enough, put the bottle dooown” unexpectedly his laugh rang through the air, startling not only him but you as well.

As you took in his appearance, he could already feel the endless headaches in his future. “Your next sentence will be ‘Will you be quiet, some people are here to drown their pain.’!” you pointed at him with a wink.

“Will you be quiet..Huh?!” his sentence was cut off as he sat there shocked as you gave him a hearty laugh. Though he was pleasantly surprised as you had left your number on a napkin and bid him farewell for the night.

It had taken him a while to understand the concept of Hamon, he still has some trouble remembering, yet he’s understanding. At the moment you were being introduced to the others for the first time “Woah, so you actually don’t have a stand?” Narancia asked as you nodded, taking the glass of wine Abbacchio had given you.

“Yeah, I have something called Hamon; it took years of my life to understand its true essence..” you muttered dramatically as Abbacchio rolled his eyes “Wait so is it from your life force?” Mista asked as you dropped your dramatic pose “No, its harnessed energy from the sun!”

Closing your fist you showed first hand its golden sparks, earning some amazed awes, Abbacchio began to regret his decision of introducing you. It had seemed the idiots of his group amplified your idiotic brain cells “You wanna see a trick I can do?!” Narancia and Mista cheered. 

“Be careful (Y/n)..” Abbacchio said as you waved him off momentarily, he watched as you twirled a fork full of spaghetti, golden sparks reappeared as the pasta stiffened. Reeling them back like a slingshot as before releasing them, Right. At. Him.

Luckily his stand managed to deflect them, you all watched as the pasta’s pierced a hung photo not far from the host stand. Silence filled the air as your long haired boyfriend sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So do you guys want to see what I can do to a frog?”

“Absolutely not.”

[foxnikki]

eheh i'm here for a jojo request ✨️ can i ask for caesar and wamuu with a really short reader? my pretty boys need more attention ❤️

you're free to refuse it or leave it there for a while <3 no pressure at all, and thank you so so much

𝕬𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊

They couldn't help it, but you were so... adorable like that. Like, they could probably lift you up too.

pairing: caesar x gn!reader, wamuu x gn!reader [separately] genre: fluff a/n: i have to say, for now my favorite part is the second one. also yeah, i'm into blond dudes *cough* caesar *cough cough*

caesar a. zeppeli

You met in childhood, and you were probably the taller one at the time. Then your family moved away and you never got to see him again. Well, until few time ago. Imagine his surprise when he saw his childhood friend on the streets of Rome and...

Oh...

Oh.

Since when have you been so short...?

And apparently you saw him too. He had to admit that maybe that was the only thing that had changed between the two of you.

Doesn't hesitate, he just walks towards you. What did you expect? Him to walk away like he didn't know you? Of course he wanted to talk with you for a while, just to know what happened after you moved and to confront your heights. What a tease.

He might get a little distracted, maybe he's thinking that he could even lift you up in the air if he wanted. That would be fun too.

When he saw you again he couldn't believe his eyes. Was it really you? You didn't seem to have changed much, from what he could remember. He approached slowly, wanting to talk to you after such a long time, wanting to know what had happened in his absence. Approaching slowly, yes, and he noticed something different. The fact was, the closer he got, the smaller you seemed to be. You were... Oh... Oh. Oh well. He didn't expect that his childhood friend, who once beat him in height, had suddenly become the shorter of the two. You had seen it too apparently, and he noticed how your eyes had widened slightly. As soon as he was close to you he stopped for a moment to look at you: yes, apparently he wasn't confused with someone else, it really was you. Before he could react, you had already wrapped him in a hug and held him tight. Comfortable, he thought, hugging you back. "I missed you..." You talked. You had filled him in on some strange adventures you'd been getting into, and oh, apparently you'd also become a hamon user? You had something more in common now, it seemed. Ok, maybe he wasn't listening at all, how could he when he was so distracted by your height? You were small compared to him, you even seemed light, maybe he could... he couldn't resist, he simply lifted you off the ground, taking you by the shoulders. You looked at him, confused by his action. "What are you doing..." you asked in a murmur. but for the moment you did nothing to free yourself from his grip. In response he smiled and chuckled. "Sei adorabile¹" There was silence for a minute or so, then I felt you struggling in his grip, trying to get off and kicking your feet in the air. “I-I’m not! Now put me down!” He let out a loud laugh before letting you go and giving you a light nudge on the nose. "Va bene, va bene²"

Now, let's say he might take advantage of this situation to tease you a little. And yes, you have every right to attack him.

¹ sei adorabile -> you're adorable

² va bene, va bene -> alright, alright

wamuu

He doesn't know why you caught his attention, after all you're just a human being who would be gone in a century or less.

At first he didn't even seem thrilled about the idea of ​​having you around, he felt like he could kill you without hesitation, but then the more time passed the more the same two words kept repeating themselves in his head. Must protect.

It's not even known how you managed to convince Kars to keep you alive, but the last time you tried to eavesdrop on their conversation [tried, because you were quickly discovered] you had heard that "the creature is adorable." You had a feeling they were referring to you.

Even though it might not seem like it, he is quite nice to you, which makes this quite comical. Imagine a big, intimidating man and a warrior who could crush your head if he wanted to, and instead treats you like you are a fragile little thing. Well, that's Wamuu.

Sometimes he will find himself giving you a light pat on the head if he thinks you deserve it or when he is in a good mood, or when he is quite stressed he will let you do his hair, he finds your touch quite comforting.

"He had slowly approached your figure, stopping in front of you and sighing before bending down to your height and looking into your eyes. No words are needed, he knows that you know what he wants you to do, it has already happened other times. And in fact when he feels the hands moving through his hair he relaxes. It's as if it can calm him down, and when this happens he can't help but tilt his head to the side, resting slightly on your hand. "He had slowly approached your figure, stopping in front of you and sighing before bending down to your height and looking into your eyes. No words are needed, he knows that you know what he wants you to do, it has already happened other times. And in fact when he feels the hands moving through his hair he relaxes. It's as if it can calm him down, and when this happens he can't help but tilt his head to the side, resting slightly on your hand. "You're warm..." he whispered. Just... perfect.

Slowly, slowly, he may have fallen in love with a mortal, even if he doesn't admit it.

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[illubean]

OMG SORRY FOR NOT SPECIFYING😭😭 I MEANT LIKE AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

JJBA Men W/ an Avatar!S/o

Characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Wamuu, Risotto Nero Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader

ALL GOOD LMAOO also i lwky didn't know how to write kars ghiaccio or diavolo/doppio for this AND I COMPLETELY MISSED THE FEM READER PART OF YOUR REQ IM SO SORRY

Warnings: none?

Jonathan Joestar

thinks it's just a very powerful manifestation of hamon and doesn't question you further

it's relatively new to him so he doesn't doubt hamon can manifest itself in the elements

no matter how strong you are he still has strong instincts to be the one to protect to you

he doesn't want you to so much as lift a finger against anyone; he's got it don't worry your pretty little head

very gentlemanly and treats you like royalty simply because he thinks you deserve it, not because he underestimates you

he's amazed if he is ever able to see you in action

he also finds it very noble of you to use your powers to try and maintain balance in the world, even though he doesn't understand how a single person could do that

he likes to stand watch if you are ever to journey to the spirit world, making sure your body is safe and unbothered

Joseph Joestar

very confused on how you're able to control the elements in the first place

what kind of fancy hamon is this!?

he's seen weirder things on his adventures so he chooses not to dwell on it too much

probably asks you to use your bending for silly things, like party tricks or to play pranks on Caesar

this guy is always picking on you (lovingly) and never learns his lesson no matter how many times you use your bending to retaliate

you blew him across the room? he's getting right back up and trotting back towards you

you drench him with water? well now he's gonna grab you and get you wet too

if you can heal with your water bending he will always come to you for assistance, no matter how large or small his injury is

Jotaro Kujo

confused as to why he can't see your stand

even when you explain to him that it's bending and you have to master all the elements because its your destiny or whatever his brain is like "hm. glorified stand"

don't try to convince him of a difference, he won't get it

he's seen Avdol use Magicians Red a handful of times but he finds your fire bending to be even more impressive

asks you to use your bending for a light sometimes

your earth bending was SO useful during the fight against Wheel of Fortune

it was perfect for both offense and defense

he already acknowledges you as a strong individual but if you can BLOOD BEND?

very very impressed (maybe a little frightened but he wouldn't be caught dead admitting that)

he's a little embarrassed if you use your water bending to heal him, turning away to hide the little blush on his face from how close you are

Wamuu

you're one of the few humans he holds respect for (well...if you're human)

you are a strong fighter and take your efforts seriously

you guys are completely different; you keeping balance and him being an accomplice to world domination

but he still holds an odd kind of admiration for you

if he is to ever see you fight, especially in the avatar state, he'd think your strength could be on par or even more than him and the other pillar men

Risotto Nero

he doesn't question how you got your abilities

he could care less about your bending tbh, he's encountered many odd stand users and someone who can control the elements is probably one of the more normal abilities he's come across

though he doesn't outwardly express it, he really cares for you and is concerned about you if you are ever to fight anyone or get hurt

he would never forgive ANYONE who hurts you

and he also wouldn't forgive himself if he let you get hurt so he tries to keep you as far away from his italian mob craziness as much as possible

even if you are very strong and capable of handling things yourself he still tries his very best to protect you

[ap0llosarchive]

i noticed ur request are still on so i thought maybe u could like do like how would the pillar men react after finding out who they like is a hamon user since in the anime they basically hated and killed everyone speacially that lil boy on the flashback (also male reader please!!) it can be sfw or nsfw whatever u feel comfterble (i love the pillar men smmm!!)

Hello anon! My requests are open all the time! I love the pillarmen so much. They are one of my favs to write for!!!! I love mlm, I'm down for writing most things <3

(Had no energy to write n/sfw, sorry dear anon !)

PILLARMEN X HAMON!?USER READER!

KARS

Shocked at himself for not noticing the signs of your abilities - he won't show it though, he refuses to falter, he'll look at you as he processes with a hard gaze

"You wait until now , when you have earned my honor, to tell me such nonsense? You dare do this to me, Kars?"

He is angry at first until it simmers. He'll be distant, but he still loves you. You'll eventually earn his trust again over the span of a month or two.

ESIDISI

"WHAAT?! You?! Are you one of them users?! You didn't tell meee?" Is very dramatic and bursts into a lecture full of emotions

Will look at you with all sorts of conflict in his eyes until he eventually softens up and embraces you, knowing you wouldn't harm him.

WAMUU

thinks you're merely trying to play with him at first. When he realises your serious his face is like a loading screen, he's confused and can't wrap around the fact your a hamon user

"I respect.. your nature, knowing you wouldn't harm a fraction of me, but this will change some things between us."

Is actually very uneasy, will shift his weight when you touch him until he genuinely does realise you do care.

SANTANA

tilts his head when you use it in a fit of rage, and backs up slightly as he realises, his expression darkens, he'd look around uneasy before sighing

".. is that hamon.. you, didn't tell me out of all things.. you yield hamon ?"

Will look at you like a mere dog for a while until he eases back into his routine with you. He actually becomes clingy knowing you use hamon, but you don't hurt him

(( sorry , my inbox glitched, so sorry to keep you waiting ! ))

[choococho]

So in the Caesar and Kars example post I mentioned the APMW AU. It took me a while to post cause I was getting the gist of it down and trying to get my thoughts together, but it's finally here.

Behold

A pillarman world AU

A pillarman world: APMW: AU where the pillarmen won, taking over the world. They are all ultimate lifeforms, this includes Santana.

The AU is split into 3 different timelines:

Rebellion: APMW.R: Joseph, Caesar, lisa lisa and her 2 helpers all die, when does this happen I haven't decided yet, tho I think it will happen somewhere after the fight with Esidisi. In this version, one of the hamon users that were killed by Straizo managed to survive but with no memories of Straizo's betrayal and the existence of the pillarmen, regaining them piece by piece throughout the time period of BT while living in a small village in Mexico, and by the time the pillarmen became ultimate life forms, he regained full memories, and decided to start teaching the capable people of that town hamon in hopes of starting an underground society to take down the pillarmen. Years later, the news had made it around the globe through rebels that work among the servants of the pillarmen, and it's getting bigger and bigger, without the pillarmen's knowledge…or maybe they do know.

Last Chance: APMW.LC: this AU is similar to that of "Rebellion", with the difference being that the red stone of aja gang is not dead, and managed to escape last second and lived underground for a while, trying to plan how to take down the newly evolved pillarmen. Straizo's student still exists and he still taught the people of the town, but the news about them and the start of the society made it to the red aja gang before making it to anyone else abroad, and because of their advanced capabilities and great strategies, their group became the main leaders of the society, and they made sure to spread their influence to people that'll benefit them and were capable enough, while also keeping tabs on people that may betray them.

In both "last chance" and "rebellion", the secret society has a system put in place to keep the stand users hidden, and hamon users are advised to not use their abilities unless necessary, and not to do it in public, as even other people can betray them.

Servitude: APMW.S: the complete hopelessness AU, no one can save humanity, all hamon users are dead, and stand users got found out in some point, leading them to be hunted by the pillarmen goons and to develop tools to tell if a child is a stand user from birth or not, and if a person developed an ability down the line, and if found out they'll be killed. Humanity is over, and it's time for the pillarmen rule.

This AU can be used for world building asks/comments etcetera, it's not really limited for x readers (most of anything I'll do won't be only for one use as I want to have maximum fun and freedom) You can use it for world building in a fic, as long as there is credit.

Also yandere asks are allowed.

I'll make a separate post for how Darling can present in this AU ( I have….many ideas to say the least).

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 13. Video Killed the Radio Star

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 2,113

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

On Friday at 6 a.m. you stood at the entrance to your school's football stadium.

"Are you sure he'll be here?" Jotaro sighed tiredly. He had agreed to meet you at the school. Classes for the day had been cancelled so there wouldn't be anyone else on campus but staff and personnel trying to fix the electrical problems.

"Almost definitely." You nodded, walking up to the chain-link gate that led into the stadium. There was an old rusty padlock holding the gate closed, you squatted down and fiddled with it, trying to guess the combination. "Tim's got a bone to pick with the football team. Since school's out for the day, it would be the perfect time for him to try swiping the season trophy." You looked up at Jotaro who was just standing over you. He always looked angry in some way, but right now it felt like he was growing impatient. "What's wrong?" Jotaro motioned for you to step aside. You backed up a few paces and watched as Jotaro's Star Platinum lightly flicked the lock. The gate slowly creaked open, and Jotaro proceeded inside.

"Compared to the motives of prior enemy stand users? This is ridiculous." Jotaro muttered listlessly.

"That goes to show the kind of emotional maturity teenagers have." You said following the man.

"I've never seen a stand user apply their abilities for something so juvenile."

"Say what you will, but I think this is an extreme but reasonable reaction. Maybe this is meaningless to you, but that trophy means a lot to my classmates, and Tim's looking for good revenge." You glanced around at the empty bleachers and field "I think his stand messed with his head or something." Jotaro stopped to look back at you.

"How so?"

"Well... Tim went from a mild-mannered wallflower to a rude bully overnight. I just thought, could his stand have anything to do with that?" Your stand user mentor stood in silence staring off into space for a solid minute. "Mr. Kujo?"

"Maybe." Jotaro muttered. "Different people have different reactions to stands, and stands have different effects on their users." He continued walking through the stadium and onto the field. You slowly followed him. Jotaro thought back to when he first developed his own stand. To many, it also appeared he changed overnight. In just a day he wound up in jail.

"I'm just hoping he's cooled off since yesterday."

"And if he hasn't?" Jotaro asked flatly. You unconsciously cupped your bandaged hand. It didn't hurt but there was a faint scar from the burn. Jaya had told you to take it easy since her hamon healing couldn't do everything.

"I'll improvise." You shrugged, summoning Golden Soul and looking around the stadium again. Jotaro paced back towards you.

"So, you don't have a plan?" Jotaro muttered through clenched teeth.

"I do." You said, not looking at him. "Unfortunately, it's only a rough draft at the moment." Golden Soul pointed towards the press box as it loomed above the field where you stood.

"Give me a break kid." Jotaro briefly hid his face with the brim of his hat "You're not being careful enough with this guy. Stand users are dangerous. They'll try to kill you any chance they get, you've seen it yourself. You need to get your guard up."

"Maybe you need to relax." You turned from the press box to look Jotaro in the eyes. "Being less guarded around you hasn't backfired just yet." Jotaro seemed to contemplate something before going back to looking around the stadium.

"Where's this important trophy you wanted to protect?"

"Oh, it's not here. All awards given to the sports teams are kept in the gym building."

"Wha-" Jotaro paused mid-sentence when a soft buzzing filled his ears.

"I asked you along so Tim can't surprise me like last time." The stadium's microphone system filled with a horrible high-pitched feedback tone. You and Jotaro immediately clamped your hands over your ears. "Told you I had a rough plan." You yelled over the noise.

"Yare yare kid!" Jotaro yelled back. The mic feedback faded away, allowing you and Jotaro to uncover your ears. After reading Tim's diary entries you decided you needed to talk to him. Without some extra muscle from Jotaro that would be a pipe dream. However, not knowing exactly what Tim's stand could do made it impossible to run your scheme by Jotaro over the phone or on the street.

"Sorry I lied." You shook your head, trying to get the ringing out of your brain. "It was hard to tell if he could hear me talking to you over the phone or some other way." Your plan worked though, Tim was in the stadium.

"Y/n!" Tim's voice boomed over the mic system, uncharacteristically confidant. "You were really dumb enough to come here?" You simply looked up at the press box where Golden Soul had located Tim.

"I was smart enough to lure you somewhere away from most of the public." You took a few steps towards the press box, which allowed you a glimpse at Tim through the windows. "I just wanna talk." You showed your hands to Tim in an attempt to indicate civility "You haven't been well lately."

"I feel fine." Tim's voice reverberated through the stadium again. "If anything, I feel exhilarated." He said with a cruel laugh.  "You know how being a 'wave maker' spelled your downfall amongst our peers? How I spent so much time trying not to stand out? Well now I can't get enough of making waves!"

"Tim?" The air in the stadium grew staticky, like the aftermath of a lightning storm.

"My stand 'Radio Star' manipulates waves of all kinds, sound waves, electrical waves, telecommunication waves, radio, TV broadcasting, you name it." The score boards on either side of the field lit up.

"Tim! Wait!" The speakers attached to the score boards let off a bass boosted blast that forced you and Jotaro to your knees.

"Kid!" Jotaro yelled, summoning Star Platinum. "You planning to fill me in on your plan?"

"Yeah." You summoned your own stand, using it to protect you from dirt and debris that was being thrown at you. "I need you to buy me the time for it though." The mic system once again let out a horrible feedback noise, but this time the sound waves were much more powerful. "Tim's using his stand to manipulate the sound system. He can't attack us if he doesn't have any technology to jack into!" Jotaro seemed to understand what you were trying to say because his stand picked up some stray rocks from the ground and flicked them at the buzzers on the score boards. You sighed in relief when the sound stopped. Jotaro offered you a hand and a pointed look.

"Next time, tell me before you lead me into a death trap." He said sternly.

"Will do." You groaned as you stood up, your ears ringing. Quickly, you directed your attention back to Tim in the announcer's box. "What was that for Tim? Mad?" You yelled up at the tower so Tim could hear.

"O-of course I'm mad-"

"Mad at who?" You asked. "Me and Mr. Kujo? Or the bullies?"

"S-shut up!" Tim stuttered, his composure starting to crack.

"No."

The mic system started going off again but this time without the speakers on the score boards it was much less intense. Before Radio Star could start messing with the sound system again Jotaro sent a rock flying through the press box window using Star Platinum. Tim stumbled away from the window and out of sight. You started running to the tower, but Jotaro grabbed your arm.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Just go. I can handle the rest of this." You said hurriedly. Jotaro didn't seem convinced, his grip tightened. "Please!" You begged.  "Trust me?" Jotaro stared at you for a good minute, contemplating. He let go of your arm and sighed.

"Be quick or I'm following you."

"Thank you, Mr. Kujo." You smiled. Jotaro just gave a slight nod and reluctantly headed to the exit.

......................

The door to the tower was left ajar, no doubt thanks to Tim. You cautiously ascended the stairs, stopping every few steps to survey what was around you. As your leg passed an electrical socket it began to fizzle and short. Golden Soul managed to grab Radio Star's wires before they could wrap around you. It didn't appear Tim's stand could electrocute something immaterial like a stand. It was a struggle for Golden Soul to wrangle the mess of wires as they slithered around every one of your stand's limbs. The wires found their way to Golden Soul's neck and you were overwhelmed by the feeling of being choked.

"For the love of god Tim!" You gasped as the wires tightened. "Can't you see I don't want to hurt you?" You gagged and heaved as the wires continued to tighten. Just as you were running out of breath the pressure on your neck eased up. You caught your breath and got a glimpse of Radio Star as it retreated back into the electrical socket. The lights in the stairway flickered before going out. A few dim emergency lights were your only illumination. Despite the encounter you decided to keep heading up to the press box.

................

When you opened the door of the broadcasting room, all the lights were turned off along with the equipment. As you slowly looked inside, the emergency lights from the hallway crept in.

"Tim? You in here buddy?" You took a glance around the room. Sitting against the far wall was Tim.

"Go away Y/n...." Tim's heavy breathing slowed down as you stepped closer. The boy wiped his face with his sleeve when he realized you weren't going to listen to him. "Why are you here?"

"Thought you might want the company." You laughed nervously, walking closer to where he was sitting. Tim didn't move away or object as you took a seat next to him on the floor. Neither of you said anything. The silence wasn't awkward though, and Tim was left to think about the events leading up to this moment.

"I don't really know why I-" Tim started to apologize but you stopped him.

"You were angry. People have been hurting you, they stole your work and you didn't think you were able to do anything about it." You spoke softly, "I don't blame you for wanting to stick it to them... and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner." You turned to face Tim. "But taking your emotions out on others won't help the situation. You'll turn into the kind of person that hurts others." You didn't have the heart to point out that Tim had lately acted almost exactly like Blake.

"Why do you care?" Tim asked defensively. He didn't want to admit you were making a good point. He reflected on how emotional he was, and he realized how irrational it made him.

"I'm your friend Tim." You placed a comforting hand on this shoulder. Tim shrugged you off and stood up, anger boiling up again.

"I don't have friends! You're probably just going to have that Jotaro guy pummel me as soon as I let my guard down!" Tim glared at you, the staticky aura of his stand appearing.

"Jotaro left the stadium." You stayed sitting down, not wanting to make him feel any more distressed. "You and I are the only ones here." You assured him.

"That doesn't change the fact I don't trust you." Tim said coldly.

"Alright." You sighed. Tim watched carefully as you stood up and grabbed something from behind your back. "I'll go, but I have something for you." He was prepared for you to pull out a weapon. Much to his surprise, you pulled out a few folded pieces of notebook paper and held them out for him to take.

Tim stared at the pages oddly. After some mental debate he decided to humor you. When he unfolded the pages, he found his own handwriting and some familiar lyrics.

"Is t-this....?"

"Some pages from your notebook. I couldn't salvage much, but I figured you would want these back." You watched Tim's face turn to one of shock as he examined the papers. Some parts were water damaged, but the writing was fine. You started walking out of the room when Tim stopped you.

"Y/n! I'm.....sorry. I'm so sorry about all of the trouble I've caused." After realizing what you had done for him, Tim felt the need to make amends somehow. You were about to just tell him it was okay and leave, but when a thought occurred to you.

"Tim, you said earlier you don't have any friends. Now that this is all hopefully over... I wouldn't mind getting to know you."

"Yeah, I'd like that." For the first time in a long while, Tim smiled.

[dragkbluire]

Indeed has been rough.

Don't be sad!! Soon the time to write will come!!

I'm excited to see what you have been writing.

I'm reading I'm reading.

I imagined the reader living in a tall mountain (like the one were Mr. Zeppeli trained) and there was where reader discovered hamon. Maybe because of a old inscription or by accident while meditating.

Also I imagined Narancia seeing you surprised and with his mouth open. Then trying to do the same because well, something must be under the water for you to walk on, right? (Now he is angry and wet) xD

Or what if the stand uses hamon as one of it's abilities? And maybe reader discovered hamon because is one of their stand's abilities?

Sorry Joseph but now you're not the only hamon stand user xDXD

My god has life been rough rn uuuugggh

I'm sad cause I haven't been able to write my stooories.

@dragkbluire imagine this:

*Youre apart of the Bucci gang, not only are you a stand user, but also somehow taught yourself Hammon. The enemy I'd getting away and are across a canal, and the closest bridge is too far. So, you run across the water like it's solid, freaking everyone out.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[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.”

[kittwix]

could you do the joestars proposing to there s/o after they nearly lose them in a fight

Joestars Proposing To S/O After Nearly Losing Them In A Fight

why does this literally sound like something that would actually happen omg. this was really cute to write!! please enjoy and thank you for the request :)

tags: sfw, very sweet, mentions of death, reader is a hamon/stand user in respective parts, gender neutral! reader

Jonathan Joestar

He'd kneel beside you, his gloved hand trembling as he cradles yours. His face, bruised up with dry blood staining his chiseled cheek and his eyes were warm like the sun setting on your skin. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

"When I saw you lying there, I felt like my entire world was slipping away. I realized then, there's not future I want unless you're in it. Please," The grip he had on your hand tightened and his voice shook a bit. "let me spend the rest of my life proving how much I love you. Will you marry me?"

Joseph Joestar

He'd hold your bruised face in his hands, eyes glassy despite him having his usual cocky grin. It was rare to see him look so broken and vulnerable, even in those dire times he always manage to have a smile for you to look up to.

"You scared the hell outta me, y'know that? I thought I was gonna lose you forever." He chuckled weakly, gently patting at your cheeks. "Okay, I'm just gonna cut right through the chase. So, whaddya say? Let's beat death to the punch." He said, trailing one of his hands down to grab ahold of yours. "Marry me before the next lunatic comes to steal you away from me."

Jotaro Kujo

You two were alone in the hospital as you were bedridden and were recovering from your injuries. He hasn't left your side for days and honestly, it's flustered you to see that he cares this much. So it came to a shock to you when he drops the big question as he stands awkwardly and pulls a small box out.

"I'm not good at this kind of thing. But when I thought you might die... I couldn't breathe. I don't ever want to feel that again. So... will you marry me?"

Josuke Higashikata

He had barely managed to treat your wounds with Crazy Diamond after your big battle. It was pouring, he dropped to his knees in the mud and clutched your hand. You couldn't bare to see the pained look on his face as his voice trembles.

"You can't scare me like that again. I-.. I thought I was gonna lose you. I love you more than anything. I want to be able to protect you and be there for you for the rest of our lives. Will... you be mine forever?"

Giorno Giovanna

He was relieved that he had patched you back up in time. He refused to let you die by his hands. He sat beside you, bloodied and weary, his golden hair matted with sweat and his gaze was soft. His touches were gentle and light. He spoke to you, his voice dripping with honey and you could hear it forever.

"I've seen too much death to ignore what truly matters. I will build a world where you are safe, by my side. Will you marry me, and help me make that dream real?"

Jolyne Cujoh

She holds you tightly, like if she lets go, you'll disappear. Her hair was messy, uniform torn, and dried blood on her knuckles.

"You idiot," She says softly, her voice cracking a bit. "You almost died trying to protect me, I told you I can handle myself." She'd wipe her tears roughly, not wanting to cry in front of you but she couldn't help it. "You mean so much to me, If I lost you I wouldn't know what to do. I'm not really good with this stuff but I love you. So screw it, marry me and let's fight for each other each day.

Johnny Joestar

He'd grip your hand tightly, tears mixing in with the dirt that was on his face. He couldn't forgive himself. You were still alive, yes, but you jumped in trying to save him only for that to backfire in your place.

"It was my fault for making you act so stupid like that. Seeing you like that, it just made me realize that you're the reason I've come this far." His voice was shaky as he tightened the grip he had with your hand. "I don't ever want to lose you again because of me, and I don't ever plan to take another step unless you're right by my side. Marry me?"

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

He stood beside you as you laid down on the hospital bed still recovering. He looked down like you were the most precious and fragile thing in the world. His eyes were filled with guilt and sorrow, glassy from wanting to cry.

"You really scared me. If I lost you it would've felt like I lost myself. You're the one thing that made all of me feel real. I just know I want to be with you. So..." He pulled a small box out. "Would you marry me?"

Jodio Joestar

He'd stand over your bruised body, hands in his pockets and a little pout on his face. Even near death, he keeps his demeanor cool but you could see him visibly start to shake when he finally looks down at you.

"You seriously trying to be the superhero? You're such a dummy, you almost died right in front of me, how do you think that would make me feel? I want... you to be with me always. I can't afford to lose you, not like that ever again. Just... promise me that you'll stay with me forever."

[danddymaro]

Disgraced | Kars x (Hamon User) Reader

AU where Kars wins, The reader left at his mercy.

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n) | Word Count :   737

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

- Light SMUT I guess cause These Big Sexy Pillar beasts can get it.

Disgraced

Fixed upon her dumbly pleasured face he grinned, knowing it was all his doing,

"From fierce Hamon warrior to filthy cocksleeve," he murmured, reminding her yet again of their great loss.

The ultimate being held her legs up to his strong, broad shoulders, each thrust coming down on her with a strength that further pulled her from reasoning, ultimately swaying her more towards him.

It pushed away all the former sweet thoughts of Jojo, as well as the equally lovely, yet tragic memory of Caesar.

'Coach Lisa Lisa,' (f/n) thought while briefly remembering the woman she had dearly loved, the same one who had also been like a mother to her, filling a great role in her life along with the two other men.

- All gone.

She could never see them again, never tell them she was sorry for failing, and what was much worse, succumbing to the same being that cut their lives short.

Every bit of her that existed in the past and had resided in her heart with love and tenderness was now being forcibly shoved off by the man until he was all she could think of.

- It was the only way to continue living.

Pain resided in her heart while lower down, a pleasure raked over the rest of her body.

Mindlessly, through the overstimulation that had slowly fogged her mind, she released stray tears, a collection of only three drops that escaped as her body reacted to every hot touch of the fiend claiming her.

" Your breathing is uncontrolled," he told her, his gleaming fangs presented as he grinned, proud to have reduced her into a defenseless, breathless human.

Years of training, which included all that time spent with the damn suffocating mask,

'Gone...' she thought to herself as she could feel the last bits of her former life slip through her fingers like thin, silken threads.

" You're no longer a warrior," he said with mockery, folding her down as he pressed himself to her, his thick, dark painted lips melting over hers with a possessive nature that cried out his rooted desire for her.

She was the last of the decedents which came from the Ripple clan, now existing for his own pleasure, further disgracing the clan for not only their defeat, but their long-existing knelt to him.

And he'd make certain that within the years to come, the image of her beneath him was a repeated occurrence.

He could have anyone and anything in the world now, but of all the things that existed, the (h/c) haired woman was now everything he wanted.

- It's all he had a mind for now.

" Your fertile womb... it exists for my seed," he said while his hands slid beneath her, his warm palms gliding up to her back as he lifted her up, "So take all of me." He added, standing at his full height while he pulled her up, forcing her to hold onto his neck, clinging to him with desperation as she continued to moan, the new angle forcing her to fully fall onto his entire length.

"Take all of your new master, " He told her, cooing with a venomous sweetness as he gave her no other choice.

The sheer helplessness on her face caused him to chuckle as her widely opened eyes then closed, adjusted to the new depths he'd reached, her body then melting, shapeless for him to mold,

"Kars..." she said breathlessly, for a strange reason her heart fluttering.

It reminded him of the first time they'd met, the same awestruck breath leaving her in the past as she caught sight of the being that was meant to be her enemy.

" I love you Kars, " She said while her mind blanked, every bit of her filled with him.

From her past to her present, and future.

He would always be there.

" I exist for you Kars," she added, knowing it was true, cuddling to him in search of happiness.

'You're all I have.'

He hummed as he rutted into her, his violet eyes hidden as he closed them soon after.

His nose fell into her scent, one that pleased him as it now was melded with his, a small, yet existing form of ownership that was notable to only him, yet spoke volumes,

" Your mine, every bit of you mine," he breathed, finally finding his release, the two sticky bodies melted together, sealed with a desperate kiss.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello, hope you are doing well. I recently read your Jojo’s with a rival reader, and I was wondering if you could write something based on that prompt? Maybe the Jojo’s reaction to reader retiring in a sense? Like, they’ve been the Jojo’s rival for awhile but after some sort of personal loss or change in priorities they decide to take a step back from an active life and choose instead to just settle down somewhere and let the ‘next generation’ so to speak surpass them. Which Jojo’s would be happy that reader has found peace in a more chill life and which ones would want to goad reader into continuing to fight?

This idea was inspired by your aforementioned headcannons but it was also inspired by me rewatching part 3 and think about the role of Hamon. So when I was thinking about this kind of scenario I was in particular imagining it with Joseph and a Hamon user who didn’t develop a stand or if they did it’s a stand with no offensive abilities (Hermit Purple if Joseph could even use the vibes (?) to attack) and they accepted it as a sign that their fighting days are over.

Thank you ❤️

hii, yeah i'm doing good, enjoying being off from school lol, i hope ur doing well too! and sure, thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy ^^

Jojos x retired rival reader

Jonathan Joestar

He’s happy for you. Truly.

Jonathan has never craved battle for battle’s sake. He respects strength, but values peace far more.

When you tell him you’re stepping back- citing a loss, grief, or just the toll of fighting- he listens quietly, then offers a solemn nod.

“You’ve fought long and well,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve more than earned a gentler life.”

He visits sometimes. Brings you books, tea, letters from Speedwagon. There's a quiet fondness in the way he lingers a little too long before leaving.

He’ll always consider you a worthy opponent. But even more, he now sees you as a kindred spirit- someone who understands the price of bloodshed.

Joseph Joestar

Your retirement devastates him, but he doesn’t show it immediately.

He jokes, teases- “C’mon, are you really throwing in the towel just ‘cause your Stand’s lame?”

But it’s not out of cruelty. It’s his way of processing the grief of losing his rival.

Especially if you’re a Hamon user who never got an offensive Stand- he sees you as a living link to a fading era.

“You’re the only one who ever gave me a real run for my money,” he mutters one night, nursing a drink. “And now you’re done?”

If you’re happy, he tries to respect that. But deep down… he keeps hoping for one last match.

Jotaro Kujo

He’s… conflicted.

Outwardly, he says nothing. Maybe a quiet “I see” when you explain your decision.

But you notice him staring at you more. Notice how he lingers in the silence, like he's waiting for you to change your mind.

“You don’t owe the world your life,” he finally says one night. “But I always thought… if anyone could keep going, it was you.”

If you were a real challenge to him, your absence leaves a void. Not just in battle- but in purpose.

You were one of the few who could keep up. He misses you. But he’ll never ask you to stay.

Josuke Higashikata

At first, he doesn’t understand why you’d give it all up.

“But… you’re, like, awesome,” he blurts. “You’re one of the strongest people I know!”

It takes a while for him to realize the emotional toll behind your choice.

Once he gets it, he softens. “I guess… it’s kinda cool. Y’know? Settling down. Having peace.”

Still, he totally tries to goad you into sparring again every time he visits. “Just for fun! C’mon, don’t make me beg!”

You’re one of his role models, even if he won’t admit it. He misses having you around- especially because he always thought he’d finally surpass you one day.

Giorno Giovanna

Unshaken, but quietly affected.

He understands your decision logically. He respects it. But there’s a part of him that mourns the loss of your presence.

You were a rival that made him think. That tested him in ways others couldn’t.

When you explain you’ve retired, he nods with elegance and solemnity.

“I hope your new path brings you peace,” he says. “But if you ever feel the desire to walk beside me again, know that I will always welcome your return.”

You find out later he’s kept a detailed record of every time you fought, like you were a particularly elegant chess match he never stopped studying.

Jolyne Cujoh

She's furious at first. Not because she’s mad at you, but because it hurts.

“You’re just gonna leave? Like that?” she snaps. “After everything we’ve been through?”

But after her initial outburst, the anger fades into a resigned ache.

She doesn’t want you to suffer anymore. Especially if something broke inside you to make you stop.

“If this is what you need… fine,” she mutters. “But I’m not gonna stop writing you. So don’t ignore my letters.”

She still quotes your old fights and strategies in battle. Still calls you “my annoying rival” like you never left.

Johnny Joestar

Deeply moved, but tries to keep it casual.

You tell him about your decision, and he just leans back and nods like it’s no big deal. But later, you catch him looking at you like he’s memorizing your face.

“I get it,” he says finally. “This life… it eats people.”

He envies your ability to walk away. He’s still in the thick of it, still bleeding. And you- you escaped.

“Hope you find peace,” he murmurs. “If anyone deserves it… it’s you.”

But in his heart, he keeps a little hope that you’ll come back. He needs people like you in his corner- even if just in spirit.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

He doesn’t really grasp the gravity of your retirement at first, but he notices your whole vibe is different.

You used to challenge him. Used to be one of the few people who didn’t make him question his place in the world.

Now, you're… softer. Settled.

“Doesn’t it feel weird?” he asks. “To just stop?”

You tell him it feels… like breathing again.

He nods. Later, you find he’s planted flowers around your house. You never asked him to.

“You gave me a lot,” he says. “I wanted to give you something back.”

Jodio Joestar

He can’t believe you’d quit.

“Are you serious?! You were, like, a legend!” he exclaims.

He practically begs you to stick around, or at least train the new generation (i.e. him).

But over time, he gets it. Sees the weight you carry. Starts to realize how tired you must be.

“…If it makes you happy, I guess I’m cool with it,” he mutters. “But don’t be surprised if I still drop by. I’ve got stuff to prove.”

He respects you more than he lets on. Even if you're done fighting, you'll always be his benchmark for greatness.

[adeadcreator]

hihi! hope you’re doing well <3

can i get whoever you’d like with a reader who is also a hamon/stand user and is a protagonist in their own story? like just like the jojo’s & jobros, reader has their own antagonist they have to fight but they don’t tell their s/o about it, disappear for awhile and then come back like veronica after the bomb goes off with jd in heathers (winona ryder is so hot in that scene). like injured, covered in smoke, all around disheveled and they just kiss s/o (like veronica kisses heather duke, but romantic) and go about business as usual.

i’ve only watched up to the end of part 4 so no one beyond that please, tysm <3

May your wish may be granted :33

Jonathan:

“I promise I will be fine darling, now go! You mustn't let Dio continue his reign of terror any longer.” you had bid farewell to Jonathan, he was determined by your words as you stayed in your place, holding a letter that was given to you not long ago by your dear friend.

“Should we ready the carriage then?” your butler asked, as you stopped your wave to Jonathan’s carriage. Glancing back towards the older man “I do not see why not, After all it is about time. Oh and we must stop by Charles’s house…” 

Despite you two being together for some time, it never seemed like the right time to mention your own trivials with your rival. “We cannot allow him to continue to do the blasphemy any longer!?” Charles yelled, earning a simple glance from you.

“So perspective, it almost seems like that is exactly what we are doing?” you mocked, earning a foot kick from your dear friend “This is no laughing matter (Y/n). he has hidden a bomb near the Queens garden!” his statement was met with an eye roll as you dismissed him with a wave of your hand. “Oh please, how deadly could a simple bomb truly be? Especially from an idiotic man..”

Yes, as it had turned out, he could be more than deadly, especially considering that your rival, Mark, had set the timer to be triggered by a hidden string. Truly an impressive, if not terrifying, plan.

Charles took it upon himself to figure out a way to dismantle it as you took the path to your greatest enemy “It seems like you’ve finally taken me seriously.” Mark murmured as you stood in place, calculating his distance from the balcony. “Yes, it seems so, however I would have preferred if we were to settle this like old times..” His eyes narrowed.

“Like you could beat me like we were children. We are adults now, however I would like to knock some sense into that stubborn head of yours!” he snapped his fingers as many guards appeared and created a circle around you two, “Still craving the attention of others? I thought we weren’t children anymore”

It was truly a blessing how you managed to dodge his attempts to take you down, it was even a shock when you had to use hamon to essentially disable him. Though it seemed that Charles did not know how to disarm the bomb, leading you to overtake his place.

“Damn it, why did this prick had to put so many wires..” you muttered, huffing as you glazed at the timer once again, seeing as it was down to its last thirty seconds “CHARLES I WILL BE KILLING YOU IF WE DO MAKE IT!” grabbing the collar of your friend, you hadn’t bothered working on the bomb any longer.

Praying as you dodged the surviving henchmen, glancing back as you heard the ring of the alarm. “GOD DAMN IT MARK!” debris and smoke filled the air as you and charles huddled close, opening your eyes you were shocked as a shield hovered before you, protecting you two.

The carriage ride was silent as you and charles glanced out to the moon filled night, You had managed to get out of the carriage before you were nearly tackled by a familiar broad man “(Y/N), WHERE ON EARTH DID YOU DISAPPEAR OFF TOO?!” Speedwagon watched in shock as the (H/c) haired figure gently held the navy haired man before slamming their lips onto his own.

“Alright, so how about we settle down with some tea?”

Joseph:

“Do you really have to go?!” Joseph asked, more so pleaded as he clung onto you. Earning a light chuckle “I’ll be back before you know it! Don’t do anything stupid now, I would prefer to come back with you all intact” giving him a sweet cheek kiss before bidding farewell to everyone.

Once you reached the mainland, you were met with a familiar red-head “Mary! Oh it's been too long!” you said as you greeted your friend with a warm hug, she laughed as you both broke away before walking towards a small brown convertible.

“What’s the scoop on our little nuisance?” You asked as Mary motioned you to light her cigarette “She’s all grown nowadays, thanks to a special friend called the skull of hades” she gave a file of photos as she continued to drive.

“Okay, so she has the gods of Greece by her side, how do you suggest we finish her off?” You asked, lighting her cigarette with a small amount of hamon “Just like how Miss Lisa Lisa taught us.”

It was true, Nelly had grown up, so much so that she looked like a demon with her long black hair that floated out and around her “Let’s get this over with Nelly, after all I’ve got a boy waiting for me”

“I’m a God now (Y/n), not a weak human any longer!” Mary rolled her eyes as she got into position as you smiled at the demonic creature “Me and Mary will be the judges of that”

The fight was filled with hostility and resentment as Nelly was found to have poison inbreeding in her nails. Though despite her claims of immorality she was defeated by her own faults and a strong amount of hamon.

Mary was found half alive as she was just in the same amount of pain as you “let’s get out of here..” taking her to the only place you knew was safer than a hospital.

The doors opened as Suzi Q gasped before running off to find her master, leaving you to carry Mary by her shirt. Stumbling inside as an array of footsteps were heard “(Y/n), Mary? Are you both alright?!”

“Just a little beat up, here..” you handed Mary to your master before stepping towards the confused brunette “W-What the hell happened to you?!” Joseph asked as he took in your appearance.

He was shocked as you used your hamon as a lasso and reeled him in, smashing your lips together before pulling away “Will you shut up?”

Jotaro:

“Please make sure she drinks plenty of water and eats plenty, oh thank you Jotaro! You’re a lifesaver!” You bid farewell to your beloved boyfriend and cat as you hung up and glanced up.

“Sorry about that… I had to make sure my cat was taken care of” you said, earning some nods from your friends “so how exactly are we going to stop Miss Fumiko?” Your dear friend Aimi asked.

“Yeah, I heard her stand is deadly, spouting out a deadly poison whenever someone nears her..” Rin gasped as she pulled her arm “how does she even get her hands on her favorite things?”

“You idiot, we have a serious problem!?” Ignoring their bickering you pulled out your phone and began looking through your contacts “I might know someone who could help…”

Truth be told, you had no idea how you tangled paths with the infamous Miss Fumiko, perhaps it was the time where Jotaro accidentally hit her with your ball, or the time you meddled with her vicious plan of attacking children.

Though one thing was sure, you had to finish her off. The plan was simple: your friend takes care of her henchmen and you her. There she was standing like a deity from the heavens “you dare approach me?”

Your stand emerged as the female villain laughed mercilessly “Do you truly believe that measly stand could stop me?!” You smiled towards her “No, I was hoping it would fix your terrible fashion sense.”

The fight itself was wicked, with her stand attempting to grab you to the depths of her domain. Yet your stand prevailed by catching her off guard and plunging a hook into her, leaving you half poisoned and glad as your friends began carrying you into a car.

You knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to answer, you then realized the manner you were dressed. The door opened revealing your disheveled figure, dirt covered around your face while your clothes were ripped in some places.

“Hello Mrs. Kujo, is Jotaro home?” You asked, smiling sweetly as the mother of your boyfriend began panicking “Are you okay (Y/n)?!? Oh my, let me get my medkit!” She ran off as a familiar broad figure appeared.

“What happened to you..?” He asked as you shrugged and kissed the young Joestar, breaking away as his mother approached them “I hope Lady didn’t cause any trouble!”

Josuke:

“I’m visiting my grandparents, No there's no possible way I’ll be able to see the movie… well maybe let me get back to you my grandma needs me” hanging up the phone you waited for a minute.

“(Y/n) can you come here for a little while..?” An elderly voice called out your name, your face void of emotion as you entered into the room. Staring at your grandmother “Yes granny?”

“Could you please hand me my ointment? My fingers are getting dry..” she asked softly, despite her sweet tone you remained silent “Of course granny but could I ask a question?” Your grandmother lifted her head.

“What is it dear..?” Your eyes narrowed as your stand emerged with a quick speed before sucker punching her, or rather who was impersonating her “Do you take me as some sort of joke?”

The impersonator shriveled up before regaining his original form, his eyes bewildered as he clutched his head “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT IF IT WAS REALLY YOUR GRANDMOTHER?!”

“My granny would never call me by my first name, NOW ANGELA!” Your enemy, Isamu, was known for being a mischievous boy, and somehow he’s taken a liking to you.

“Heavens on fire!” He screamed as your friends stand near him quickly, a gust of fire exploding as you took cover. “You’re not getting away on my watch.”

Chasing after him as your friend was left behind to extinguish the flames, he took a sharp turn as you followed after. Your stand ready to become the origin of his suffering “Hit the Road Jack!”

Your stand quickly suited the wicked boy as he once again called out his stand. Despite its fierce fury it was handled by an array of sucker punches, quickly engulfed into flames once again.

The fire created a thick wall as his wicked laughter was heard, though it was cut off as an amber red stand emerged from the fire and sent out a multitude of powerful punches.

Parts of your outfit were still on fire as Josuke gawked at your crazed figure, though before he could question you, he was met with a passionate kiss. Shocking him as you pulled away with a smile “So when do you wanna go to the movies?”

[pillarsimps]

🔥Esidisi x (fem) Hamon User! Reader🔥

The both of you may not get along with each other right away

He’s most likely going to be wary of you at first. Can you blame him though?

You might have to seek him out yourself, but he may do it himself if you don’t seem to be (that much of) a threat

If you seek him out, he’s definitely going to tease you

“Were you looking for me, little lady? A curious one, aren’t you?”

Definitely smirks at you after saying that

And he will probably chuckle if you blush

Eventually, he’ll warm up to you. It may take some time, but it’ll happen! You just have to be patient!

If your allies with Joseph and the others, he’s probably going to abandon them or something and be with him and the other pillarmen

If you accidentally use hamon on him, he’s going to cry about it

Doesn’t matter how bad the damage is, he’ll still cry. Just to make you feel a little guilty for doing that to him

Also because he wants you to go “Oh no! Esidisi, I’m so sorry! 🥺” and give him affection and love to make up for it

However, if you were to do it on purpose.. it’s a different story....

Hope you enjoyed these! Feel free to do another request whenever you want 👀

🔥Requested by @super-avery-artist🔥