#jonathan joestar x black!reader

[kanekisfavoritegf]

I Just Want to Please You

Jonathan Joestar - The actual love of my life

Warnings: oral, overstimulation, bondage, soft dom, dacryphilia, breeding, ab riding, cream pie, pussy drunk Jonathan lots of things..

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷

the more i look at this the more i hate it LMFAO

@sailewhoremoon @neptunes1nterweb

Jonathan loves you passionately, sometimes too passionately. This had been your fifth orgasm of the night and your husband, Jonathan, showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

It was exhausting sometimes. The way he’d switch you from position to position. While you were too weak from your orgasm to move or say slow down. Each night, he’d have you go dumb, and each night, you’d let him. Because no matter how much he asked of you, you loved him just as much as he loved you. And what better way to show that love than letting him use you like a rag doll?

That's how you ended up in the position you were in now. Staring up at the ceiling and grasping onto the sheets below you. Your legs, pulled apart, held by the sheer strength of your husband.

The sound of your moans and his constant licking and sucking at your bud drove you wild. Every once in a while, you would hear Jonathan let out a deep moan, causing you to look up and stare as he humped the bed while pleasuring you.

It was a pornographic sight, truly.

But you couldn’t handle it at all.

“Jonathan please, too much-” You threw your head back and started to moan uncontrollably. You raised your hand to try and pry his head away from your clit, but your previous orgasms had made you weak against the man. To your luck, Jonathan stopped, sighing a little before kissing the top of your head, before moving his kisses to your neck, giving small bites here and there. You were too distracted by his sweet but sudden actions that you didn’t even realize that Jonathan had taken off his tie and begun wrapping your arms within the fabric.

“Jonathan?” you’d whisper out to him.

“Sh, it’s ok, my love. I just need you to be patient, yeah? You can do this for me, right, my love?” You nodded yes while a small line of drool began rolling down your chin. “That’s right. You are so perfect. I just want to please you. My perfect wife.” He’d say as he checked to make sure your hands were tied to the bedpost.

And before you could even process it, Jonathan was back at your cunt, using his fingers and tongue both to bring you to your climax. Over and over, his fingers would work into you, and He pepper kisses along your stretch marks. All you could do was lay there and take it. Unable to move or squeeze your legs shut from the stimulation. You felt your sanity slowly slip away. Only the sounds of your whimpers could be heard now. He had pulled another three more orgasms out of you after you had been tied up. This continued for another thirty minutes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could feel Jonathan letting up as you slowly came down from the third.

But you knew this wasn’t the end. You watched in awe as your husband stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them on the floor without care, before slowly crawling to you on all fours. He looked like some kind of sex God, coming to claim you as his. You watched as his dick slapped against his stomach a little as he got closer. You were speechless but so ready for him.

Slowly he brought his mouth to your neck once again. Moaning into your skin as he felt his dick press against your stomach.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He chuckled after he mumbled those words into your skin.

You tried to reach out and touch him, but you were stopped instantly by the tie that bound you to the wooden frame. Jonathan took his time as he kissed all the way down to your womb before he spoke again.

“Are you going to let me fill you up?” He said with a kind face. It had you baffled. The way these deboutrous words were able to leave such a sweet mouth. You were jolted out of your thoughts when Jonathan pinched your clit, eyes begging for your attention. “I asked you a question, my love.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” he’d ask as if he didn’t know.

“Please fill me up.” He grinned at your words. and instead of answering, you felt him plunge into you. Causing the two of you to moan out in pleasure.

Jonathan stood on his knees, his right arm hooked around your leg, holding it above his waist, and his left hand placed right above your womb. You were so overwhelmed by his touch that his skin felt searing hot against yours, as if he were on fire.

As he began thrusting into you, Jonathan’s hand never left your lower stomach. He wanted to feel the bulge that would come and go as he plunged inside of you. And all you could do was moan and whine.

“Oh my God, Jonathan. Fuck.” You’d pant out, eyes rolling to the back of your head a little each time he hit that spot.

“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good, my love?” He’d ask with furrowed eyebrows and a small hint of sweat now growing on his left brow.

“So good so so goo-” Your words were cut off when you let out a sudden and loud moan; caused by Jonathan pushing your legs to your chest. He was going deeper and harder than before, letting out loud, sultry moans that had you seeing heaven.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize how close you were until you were gushing on his dick. You swear you could have seen the stars. And even though you have just climaxed, your husband kept plowing into you like a madman. The slapping sound of your colliding flesh filled your ears, along with the sound of Jonathan’s dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

“So tight,m-love.” He’d slur and repeat with a hoarse voice. Your eyesight was now blurry, clouded by tears of overstimulation. It was too much to handle.

Soon you could hear another sound start to overpower that of the two of your moans. The bed shaking from the power of your husband's thrusts had become erratic. Jonathan was practically using your body as a personal cock sleeve, fucking you into oblivion.

Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands dropped your legs, causing them to fall onto the soft sheets below them. After he pulled out of you, Jonathan found himself flipping your body over onto your stomach. Making you let out a soft whimper, but before you could say anything, Jonathan raised your ass to his front.

He gave you a few teasing prods in and out of your whole, only allowing his tip to enter you. Before once again pushing into you. Letting out the most whore like moan a man could make.

“You feel so good, baby.” He says in your ear, before nipping at it a little.

The tie felt tighter now that it was twisted from your body being flipped. You knew that there would be a dent from where your hands were tied. You did your best to hold up the rest of your body, but you were so weak from your multiple orgasms Jonathan ended up doing most of the work, making sure to hold you in your place.

Not that he cared though; Jonathan loved doing the work to make you cum. It made him feel good to know he was making you feel good.

You could feel the way he stretched you out more and more each time he pushed back into you. The bed frame had switched out the sound of constant creaking to a much louder march harder sound as it began to hit the wall behind it with each thrust.

It felt like he was trying to break you in half. You knew Jonathan was stronger than the average human, but God, the way he laid into your cunt had you shuddering on his dick.

With each thrust, the tie became looser and looser until it was no longer wrapped around your wrists. Your constant tugging at the fabric from the rough thrusts had caused it to slowly come undone.

The constant clenching around Jonathan’s length had finally begun to take a toll on him. You could feel it with the sloppiness of his thrusts and the growing sounds of his grunts.

One of the hands that gripped your waist as he rocked into you was now working at your clit. You couldn’t even moan anymore; words and sounds that tried to leave your mouth fell silent at your lips.

“Cum with me again.” He’d whisper in your neck as he bent over you. His pace faltering a little bit. “Please?” He’d whimper.

But before you could let out a moan of “yes”, a dramatic snapping filled your ears, and you felt Jonathan’s thrusts stop. It wasn’t until Jonathan pulled out of you, laughing a little bit, did you realize you were laying at an angle now, your bodies, closer to the ground than usual.

He broke the bed.

The two of you had broken the bed.

Instead of stopping and collecting himself as a normal person would, Jonathan tugged on your body once more, carrying you and pushing you against a wall.

“Jonathan, the bed.” You moaned out, feeling him enter you again.

“I know love, it was weak.” he sighed, “It’s okay, we don’t need it.” And with that, he began moving into you again.

“Give me one more. Ok my love? You can do it for me right?” He panted out.

“That’s my good girl.” He’d say before losing himself in the pleasure.

You were officially cockdrunk as Jonathan finally came inside you. Ropes of thick, hot, creamy cum painted your walls. Your husband let out a series of moans. Holding you up at the wall as he calmed down.

He maneuvered your body to the floor delicately, kissing your cheeks and lips over and over with his now swollen lips.

You were tired beyond belief. You couldn’t even let out a sound of protest as he moved his face to your cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you slowly before deciding to clean out all of the remaining cum... with his tongue. It felt so obscene watching him eat his cum out of you as if he was a starved man.

And once he had pulled away from you, satisfied with his job, he rolled your naked body onto his stomach, rocking you back and forth over his abs. The pressure you felt on your clit each time he moved over one of his abs had you gone. Your body was practically lifeless as he sat up, making you straddle him fully.

“You did such a good job for me my love. Such a good job.” He peppered kissed on your forehead as his hand cupped your head softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whimpered back.

“We need a new bed.”

[sl33paholics]

A writing piece about vampire Jonathan Joestar going through emotional distress and coming to terms that he can't change who he is, resisting the temptation to eat or drink from humans as he drives himself into madness while keeping his partner away from him lives in my head rent free.

I wanna write this. Perhaps I'll get started on it. My pookie bear Jonathan. I haven't seen anyone done this 👀 ofnfnfhhfh

[nezebel]

♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair ♡

a/n: i was talking to some friends about how badly jjba characters could fuck up our box braids. i'm gonna do multiple of these, but for now i'm just gonna do the first 3 jojos/bros. there's a lot of parts so I wanna split them equally- the next one will be part 4, 5, and 6 (maybe 7). hope you enjoy! also ty for over 50 likes on my first post! mwah mwah mwah

Part 1 Jonathan Joestar

Very gentle with your hair. Despite his size, he tries to treat you (and thankfully your hair) as if it might break at any moment. Unfortunately, this means he isn't very willing to actually detangle it.

"Jonathan, please. I need you to actually comb the tangles out of my hair or we'll never be finished."

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. But it might hurt..." "You can be insufferable at times, darling."

Eventually leaves you to detangle your hair by himself so he can do the braiding part, which goes WAY faster. He's quite skilled with his fingers. Makes your braids gorgeous and even adds in crystals and little accessories to spice it up. Overall, 8/10!

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Very confused. Did you say twists or braids? What's the difference? How do you know? Where did these hairstyles even come from? No matter. Despite his confusion, he's determined to help you out. He's good with detangling and decent with braiding, but decides twisting is the easier way out. It takes him a bit of time to do it though.

"Are you almost done with that twist, darling?" You mumble, exasperated. "Yes dear, just give me a second- oh, that doesn't go that way- sorry, dear-" You giggle as he struggles to finish a single twist, still having half of your hair to finish.

Finally finishes your hair after many, MANY hours. At least he made your hair cute, though. Buys you charms and hair ties so you can style your twists. 7.5/10 for Speedwagon!

Part 2 Joseph Joestar

No idea what he's doing. Tugs, knots, and pulls at your hair accidentally as he simply tries to put it into passion twists. The extensions made it even more difficult as he fumbled with them, trying to make them mesh into your hair seamlessly as you always had. Still very confused.

"Joseph, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "You better figure it out, Jojo. Please. Do you need a little help?" "For the last time, dollface, I don't need any help. 'M Joseph f'ing Joestar. I can figure this out," He mumbles as he continues to struggle and stress your hair.

When he's done, you look like you got jumped. You give him a kiss and a pat on the back. He tried his best. You secretly take the twists he did out and put your own in overnight, then tell him the twists simply settled last night.

"Huh! Guess I'm not so bad, eh?"

You sigh, then give him a sweet smile. "No, sweetheart. Not at all."

Overall, 4/10. He tried his best, but unfortunately his best was not enough.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Shocks you with how skillful he is. Even adds in color to your passion twists! Blonde, of course, so you can match with him. Works efficiently and without struggle, but leaves the ends of your twists looking kind of funny.

"Why do the ends of the twists look like that?" "Like what?" Caesar stops and looks at a twist. "Ah. I wasn't exactly sure how to end them. Mi dispiace, amore." Oh well. It wasn't all that bad. And besides, whenever he calls you amore, you can't stay mad at him.

"No worries, darling. I'll fix them later."

Helps you fix the ends of your twists and gives you a pearl necklace to go with the finished look. Overall, 9.5/10!

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Very grumpy. Almost says no when you ask him to help you with your hair because he thought it'd be too difficult (and he was kind of right), but you assured him he'd be fine and you'd guide him through the steps of the hairstyle.

"...What did you say this hairstyle was called?" "Goddess braids! They're like box braids, but you have to crochet water wave extensions through the top of the braid." You show him a photo of the hairstyle and he damn near faints.

"...Yare yare. Why do you have to choose such complicated styles?"

"One thing I won't do is hear complaints from a man who didn't wash his hair for 50 days. Better start detangliinggggg..."

He sighs, chuckling a bit, then begins to do your hair.

Finishes relatively quickly and gives you the color of your choice. Buys you an extra large bonnet to keep the curls from getting too frizzy and gives you some silver and gold charms that match some of the charms on his hat. The braids could be better but for his first time doing braids they're pretty good. Overall, 7.5/10, especially for his patience! (still looks irritated about the amount of time it took though)

Kakyoin Noriaki

Very good with washing, detangling, and parting your hair. He does feel stuck about how many braids he has to do or how fast he has to do them. You simply tell him to take his time (but not too much time) and that you can tell him what to do.

"Okay, I'm starting the braids now."

"You said that 10 minutes ago."

"..." "I mean it this time."

Slightly hesitant about actually starting your hair, but he makes it work. Asks if you want to do light pink to match with him and gives you cherry-shaped charms. Also adds pink, red, and white beads to the ends of your braids because he saw someone do that once and thought they'd look cute on you. Overall, 8/10. The braids are pretty and he didn't take too long at all.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp as you look at your gorgeous new braids. "Oh my goshhh, Kakyoin. Have you done this before? You aren't walking around wearing box braids, right? These are so cute!"

He smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried my best. I'm glad you like them."

idk when part 2 is coming out. maybe later today. hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever, it took me a little while to write lol. feel free to send requests of what you'd like to see next!

[abbynx]

Dio's Doll II

Yandere DIO X Vampire Reader

Genre: Just a filler chapter covering JJBA Part 2, so no DIO yet.

Warning: Grieving, deaths, existential angst

Part I

A/N: The extent of Dio's damage not only to your life, but your loved ones as well.

- Devastated was an understatement upon the news following after Jonathan and Erina's departure. It took Straits and his apprentices to hold you back and Speedwagon to ease you from looking for Erina yourself, damning your own life in search for the woman even in sunlight.

If you'd have known there were ways in which that damned creature would have lived, you wouldn't have moped and mourn the loss of your mortal life and instead focused on hunting him down, Jonathan and Erina wouldn't have to face Dio again.

"Erina!"

You ran to hold her in your arms upon spotting her from a distance. For a moment she jumps, but soon found herself melting in your arms, letting herself to be held after a long, tumultuous moments of her life and she held on tight, Letting her face against your chest and letting out silent tears. Soon, she was freely sobbing on your chest, clutching the fabric of your shirt.

"It's okay... Let it all out." You run your hand against her back.

- Your vampiric abilities, you've never deliberately made use of them. Not the ice breath, nor the laser in your eyes. As for your speed and strength, it is something you unintentionally use every damn time, but over time, you made sure to always be careful around everything you interacted with. Because of this, the Tibetan monks who practiced Hamom never considered you a threat... But you senses a certain Straizo's gaze looming over you. Unsettling, but you simply brushed it aside.

- You stood as another parental figure when Erina and Jonathan's child was born, even occasionally visiting the child Erina had saved from the shipwreck. Even at a young age, Elizabeth found herself at awe with you. You took babysitting duties when Erina was busy throughout the day as a teacher, while you take in the children to your room that was draped with black curtains as to not let in a ray of sunlight.

Sometimes you find yourself in a daze whenever you lay eyes on George II, as you started to see more and more of Jonathan in his son's visage as he grew. Eventually you'd snap from your gaze before resuming to whatever task you were tending to.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" George places his small hands on either sides of your cheeks when you started to daze off while staring at him. It was a sweet little habit of his, as his mother would do the same to him as a sign of affection and/or concern.

"I'm fine, George. It's just..." A look into his eyes, the eyes like his father's, as they glimmer under the candlelight with an innocence so precious and familiar. "I'm sleepy." You lied, giving him a closed-eyed smile. It wasn't a complete fabrication, you haven't had the chance to sleep.

"You can sleep. It's all dark in your room anyways, it always feels like it's night."

Unlike other children, George has become accustomed to the dark. There are no monsters hiding in the corners of the room, there was only his lovely god parent, Y/N. And Y/N is sweet, kind and sneaks him candies when mother isn't looking.

- Maybe it was Jonathan's semblance you were seeing in George that made you close to him, but you were close to the young Joestar nonetheless. At some point in his life he realised how you look so... Unchanging beside his mother and uncle Speedwagon, looking as he remembers you in his childhood. That's when he had the talk about your being and everything started to make sense to him. How your room was draped with dark curtains, how you roam the night and sleep at day, your sharp teeth, your impressive strength and speed... And yet he never treated you any differently.

You knew, at some point this day was coming and you prepared yourself for it. You know how some people could not handle the thought of a night crawler, blood-sucking monster within his proximity. You were ready to leave him be if he sees it fit... But like his father, his views of you were unchanged.

"You don't... See me as anything else? You're not scared?"

"Why would I be scared of you? You're Y/N. Just sweet, kind Y/N watched over me at night."

- Your life has been catered to by Speedwagon and his newfound wealth, which he uses to help you. Supplying you your meals and such, and by the next few years, you need a new identity to take on. He has already crafted an identity for you as to not make a rise of suspicion among others. Not only that, he has been funding developers to invent certain devices for you to use and finally be kissed by the sun.

"Oh Robert you don't have to—"

"Nonsense, Doctor Y/N. I promised Jonathan to take care of you and Erina, hell, the rest of your bloodline. I owe that to him." His hands held yours within it, the warmth of his care seeping in your skin, which you couldn't help but to feel it heating your cold, dead hands.

"You're a good man, Robert. A friend like no other. Jonathan was very lucky to have found you."

- There wasn't a moment where Dio would not cross your mind. He'd be adrift in your thoughts, your dreams... How he would return and further torture you in your deathless life. Something Erina would make the conscious effort to quell you of these demons and hold you as long as you need to, talk idly about the years of what felt like fleeting moments to you. Talks of her day, reminiscing of the past, from your childhood with Jonathan, to Erina's relationship with him. Sharing the solidarity of cursing Dio's name for ruining your relationships with Jonathan.

"He's in hell. Sunken at the very bottom."

"With all he's done, I agree Erina."

- At the age of Enlightenment, the flourishing of humanity, you find yourself studying the new discoveries and let go of the updated practices you've learned back when you were a doctor. Though you were out of practice for a long time now, you always tried to update your studies in medicine. Though you were out of practice, you were always happy to help with whatever injuries anyone in your tight circle of friend have. George always anticipated to get hurt in one way of another, and so he was always on your table as you patch him up despite how minor those injuries were.

- Life is nice, years breezed by like mere seconds in your eyes and before you knew it, everyone around you were aging while you barely changed but they treat you all the same. At your worse days, your thoughts would drift at the inevitability of your loved ones end, seeing how they already age throughout the years, while it does not feel long in your perspective. It was a thought always at the back of your mind, rearing its ugly head occasionally to remind you everyone you will ever come to know and love will slip through your fingers and taken by time.

And at those days, Erina was always by your side, like she had always been.

"I cannot imagine how dreadful it must feel the way you do, I am so sorry... But know that no matter what, I will always be by your side for the rest of you days and know that I cherish every moment with you."

- George became a pilot during the war, married to Elizabeth. George was a thoughtful man Erina raised him to be and with his fondness of you, he organised his wedding to occur at night time just so you too can bear witness to Erina and Jonathan's boy marry the love of his life. He wanted you like you have always been, an important part of his life.

Shortly after that, or what seems like it in your perspective, George introduced you to his baby boy Joseph. You were immediately enchanted to Joseph just as you were to George, you swore the same oath to protect the baby boy from harm.

"He looks like George... And his father..." Erina gently coos, holding the baby against her chest with a soft smile. Her curled finger nudging the baby's chin, before moving the coot just slightly to reveal the entirety of his face and giggled when the bundle whimpers. "Don't you think so?" Erina glances at you through her glasses.

"He does..." You had a hearty smile whilst wrapping an arm around Erina before using a curled finger to trace Joseph's forehead. "Hello Joseph."

Elizabeth can only smile at the sight of her mother-in-law and you smile like this for once. All her life, she had always sensed a certain gloom within your spirits, weighing heavily on your body, burdening your minds. This might just be the first time she had seen you in light spirits and she hoped for it to last.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

- The way your whole world collapsed from the news of George's death, how it was caused by a monster of your own kind and Elizabeth's revenge resulting to an exile. Everything was going well, for the first time you felt as though your past will no longer catch up to you, you trusted George can handle himself but it was a creature whom you are associated with— you could have saved him. You could have saved him but you weren't there. Elizabeth had to finish the job resulting for her to flee the country, when you could have done that yourself. You should have done something but you didn't.

In the middle of the tumultuous moment, this time, your own thoughts did not strangle you. Your first priority was Erina.

"Erina... I am so sorry..."

She was no longer the young woman she had been when Jonathan died to protect her, but a woman damaged with grief but strengthened by the knowledge that Jonathan would have wanted her to live on, kindness still in her heart. She appreciate every single gesture you so willingly provide her, from your words to action, you always knew what to say to soothe her woes.

She held you close, tears staining your chest. You run your fingers through her hair, whilst the other stroked her back.

- And so you raised Joseph with Erina once again, with Robert occasionally dropping by to spoil the boy. Joseph had always been so fond of you, as you were less strict compared to Erina and because of that, the mischievous boy always hid behind you whenever he would get in trouble.

"Hi Y/N!" He greets as wraps his arms around your waist, tactically turning you to use your back as a shield.

"What is it now, JoJo?" You sighed. "What have you done?"

"Nothing, nothing is wrong."

You glared at the cheeky boy.

"I know what you're gonna say—"

"I swear if you're hiding from Erina again I am taking your comics away."

Glancing at him with wide eyes, you began to think how he did it, while he can only give you a gummy grin.

- Joseph is sweet and thoughtful in his own way, unaware of your being as supernatural yet, was confused of your living habits, questioned and judged you for it, but followed nonetheless. For example, when daylight would come, he would immediately close the curtains just so you can tread the house if you wanted to. He never thought you'd be a vampire, he just thought you were weird.

"How come you can't come into the light?" He asks, as he cautiously open the dark velvet curtains by a crack, to see whether the sun had completely set before fully pulling them back.

"I might burn." You flatly answer, as all day he has been tugging on you clothes while you do chores in the house with him tailing behind you with myriads of questions in his mind.

"So you're not allowed at all?"

"Correct, JoJo."

Joseph is a smart boy, cheeky little scamp with a tongue so slivery and silver knows just how he can escape any situation. All day, he had been questioning you and your entire being and you answered them as frank as you can. Perhaps now he has figured out--

"Aha! I've got it!" He shouts with convinction, before pointing at you. "You're allergic to sunlight! Hence why you look as though you've never aged a day, you remain unchanged due to the fact you never see the light of day and absorb rays!"

Your expression dropped.

"Actually--"

"Do no tell me, I know I'm right!"

... having been dealing with his shenanigans, you simply gave up with a sigh. It's been a long day.

- When Speedwagon summoned you, Erina and Joseph from England to New York, you wasted no time to go there, as it must have been urgent. Aside from that, you have also wanted to see your dear friend for a long time now and perhaps look around America for awhile.

Joseph being Joseph, has already caused mayhem left and right once he arrived, but he has also managed to meet a new friend who joined you and Erina to dinner. His friend Smokey was a touch distant when it came to you, perhaps sensing the monster within you. Erina also senses this and comforted you, holding your hand under the table.

Of course, as much you don't like it when Joseph has the tendancy to cause chaos in public, but there are a few occurrences where you supported him. Back in your day, you weren't allowed to fight back against those who stomped on you. And hell, you were not about to make Joseph experience the same thing.

- When the news suddenly came to you of Robert's death, your initial response was to hold Erina and escort her home. It was good you did, Straizo had apparently succumb to the desire to have the same curse you bear and began to cause chaos in New York where Joseph was able to stop it. The youth, the power, Straizo claimed that you do not see the true beauty of Dio's gift. Then Straizo dropped the news that Speedwagon is alive and that there were other threats for Joseph to defeat before he allows himself to die by sunlight. It came to you that beings of divine-origin had been set free after centuries of slumber, these were beings that consume your kind Hamon is known to possibly eliminate these creatures.

All in all the events of part 2 constantly had you on the edge of your seat regarding Joseph's safety, you know how the boy tends to be. With Joseph rescuing Speedwagon from the Germans and being able to survive a pillar man, meeting with a Zeppelli, encountering more pillar men and promising them a battle, unknowingly reuniting with his mother, great stone of Aja, training Hamon, losing his Zepelli friend, the awaited duel with the pillar man, defeating the final pillar man after it had transformed to an ultimate being, presuming he is dead, holding a funeral for him, turns out he's alive and married... Tumultuous, to say the least.

It wasn't until it was over were you able to rest your weary heart. Through it all, you were beside Erina and Robert.

- With Joseph's marriage with Suzie, whom you have welcomed warmly into the family, had brought another member of the Joestars. A lovely little girl they named Holly, Erina and Jonathan's great granddaughter where you were always happy to greet upon her introduction.

"Oh Joseph she is beautiful, she looks like her mother," Erina holds the precious Holly in her arms. "Hello little Holly..."

- Having been inspired by Kars' ability to stand under the sun, he got to work with funding his company to scour sources in order to grant you the same ability. A stone mask with an artificial recreation of the Stone of Aja. It is not as powerful as the original, as its sole goal was to grant you immunity against the sunlight. Robert wanted nothing more for you to finally step out of the shadows and see the light once again.

At first you were nervous, waiting for the sun to rise where Erina was nothing but supportive as she held your hand in hers with Robert holding the other. You can only close your eyes once the clock strikes and dawn falls upon the residence. You can feel the warmth on your skin and you feared what once you open your eyes, you would see your skin catching on fire. A shuddering gasp from Erina and Robert had made you open your eyes to see them with tears brimming their eyes, her figure basked in daylight. Looking down, you see sun rays touching your skin again, a tear rolling from your eye. Erina and Robert embrace you out of joy, thanking.

Before you can wrap your arms around them you feel Joseph engulfing all three of you in his arms, even lifting you out of joy. As Elizabeth approached to see the scene up close, she was pulled in by Joseph.

- The day would come where you would lose the friends you love is inevitable and would sting the most.

Erina Joestar ate age 81 in 1950. You have only met him when you had to take care of your dear Jonathan after his first fight with Dio and you were fast friends through your mutual care of Jonathan. Since then you have been close, having been there for each other when one needs comfort and a shoulder to cry on, and to help each other in general. Always so kind and gentle, yet so fierce and strong that she is able to power through all the tragedies life has thrown at her direction.

Had given nothing but love to everyone around her; George, Elizabeth, Joseph, Robert, you. She stood as a mother figure to her students and had loved them like she would her own children. She died surrounded by loved ones and knowing that she had achieved all her goals in life without succumbing into the deep tragedy Dio had caused her. You were happy Jonathan had married her. You were glad to have met her.

Robert at age 89 in 1952. He was a dear friend, often offering the shirt off his back. There was no greater honour than being generous and kind that despite his rough upbringing, he manage to change for the better and help those who come from the rough parts he used to reside in, he never wanted the youths to grow up in such environments and fight to survive. He wanted to provide them education, opportunities for a bright future, a better upbringing. Heroic until the very end of time, as he will continue to help families even in his death.

He died surrounded by loved ones. His friends, family, and the families of those he had helped. You were glad Jonathan had a friend like him. You were glad to have met Robert.

- True to his word, the Speedwagon foundation have always been there for you. The one who had inherited the company was one of the scholars from the slum Robert had saved from the life of crime now runs the foundation and in his fierce loyalty to Speedwagon, in in turn, loyal to you. Fulfilling Robert's wish, you were provided the necessities from your blood bags, travel funds, but most importantly, a new identity.

You use your new identity to become a doctor once again, assisting the Speedwagon foundation in every medical endeavour, your very first work as a doctor under a new name providing help with the charity work to distribute needed vaccinations to in need, giving back to the Speedwagon foundation as much as you can buy helping them fulfill what Robert had intended to do even in death, to help others in need.

[wealllovemilo64]

Blog rules and stuff! (Masterlist in the making)

Will add more later!

What fandoms I will write for:

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure - Josuke Higashikata (DIU & JJL), Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar (young), Caesar Zeppeli, Jotaro Kujo, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Enrico Pucci, Guida Mista, Narancia Ghirga

Demon Slayer - Muzan Kibutsuji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Doma, Gyutaro, Obanai Iguro, Rengoku Kyojuro, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei (fluff), Giyuu Tomioka

My Hero Academia - Tenya lida, Kirishima Eijiro, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shota Aizawa, Momo Yaoyorozu, Shigaraki Tomura

Haikyuu - Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Koshi Sugawara, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsuro Kooru

FNAF - William Afton, Michael Afton

COD - Simon Riley, John Soap Mactavish

Genshin Impact - Kaveh, Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc, Xiao, Itto

(I promise there will be more once my lazy ass actually finishes animes and plays more games)

Relationship dynamics/readers I write for:

Dom/Top/Seme Male Reader x Sub/Uke/Bottom Character

Dom Male Reader x Power bottom Character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Sub!top character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Dom character (sub character will be the only one pounded/topped)

Black!top male reader (black male readers fr do not get enough love)

GN amab Reader x Character

GN reader x Character

Relationship dynamics/readers I will NOT write for at all:

Female reader

Sub male reader

Sub female reader

Dom female reader

Afab reader

FTM reader

Main kinks I do (feel free to ask about a kink if you’re not really sure, i’ll let you know if i’m comfortable with it!):

Praise kink

Daddy kink

Feminization kink

Breeding kink

Blood play

Bondage

Pet names

Semi-public

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to send in any requests (if I didn’t list a character that you want up there still feel free to ask about them!)!

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Jonathan Joestar

You get mad when people complain that part 1 is boring, you despise Dio and you love your men built like brick houses with the personality of a cinnamon roll. You also love dogs.

First Date

Jonathan chooses Erina and you die of a broken heart.

Take two

You manage to get the help of some street thugs and they shank Erina Pendleton. You throw her corpse into the river, desperately hoping that her death will be blamed on Jack the ripper. You don a blonde wig that you bought off some strange Chinese man and you then disguise yourself as Erina hitman style. Everyone buys it.

You then make your way to the Joestar mansion and find Jonathan, claiming to be his long lost friend. This enrages Dio who now is kicking all the local dogs in a fit of rage. He now changes his plans and decides to poison Jonathan instead, leaving him a fragile husk. You tell jojo that things aren't working out and that you're leaving him for Dio. The shock sends him into cardiac arrest and he soon floats away to heaven to be with Danny.

Unfortunately Jonathan was never told that feeding dogs grapes is a bad idea and he fed some to his beloved dog while in heaven, causing the poor creature to die a second time. Suddenly he sees a black man flying on a magical horse. "I'm sure glad that even the almighty Lord can let the slaves into heaven." Suddenly time goes backwards and Jonathan finds himself back in the past.

He's returned to your wedding day and the groom is none other than Dio. Jojo is about to protest before you annul the marriage. It turns out that your fiancee had a strange habit of creating chimera abominations and the talking cat man was the last straw. You grab Jonathan by the hand and drag him with you outside of the chapel. You profess your eternal love for him but he rejects you, for he has already found another blonde.

Out comes a man who dubs himself "Speedwagon" and he tilts his hat to you. "Good evening love. Have you seen my me wallet? I have a mighty fine case of the rickets and-" Jonathan arrives and cuts the man off. "Darling, what did I say about speaking in a cockney accent?" The blond man gave a huff and gazed down towards the ground. "No more talking like a petty street thug..."

Jojo then kissed him on the cheek. "Good. Now let's hurry, we must fit you for my mother's wedding dress." 

[jirolcvr]

ANIME RULES & LISTS ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

what i’ll write ~

boku no hero academia [m.list]

• pro heroes (shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, toshinori yagi, enji todoroki, keigo takami, etc)

• class 1A (izuku midoryia, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, mina ashido, ochako uraraka, etc)

• class 1B (neito monoma, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, itsuka kendo, yosetsu awase, etc)

• third years (mirio togata, nejire hado, tamaki amajiki)

• villains (dabi/touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki, himiko toga, etc)

sk8 the infinity ~ [m.list]

high school skaters (reki kyan, langa hasagawa, etc)

adult skaters (hiromi higa/shadow, kaoru sakurayashiki/cherry, kojiro nanjo/joe, ainosuke shindo/adam, etc)

younger skaters/additional (miya chinen, shokichi oka, tadashi kikuchi, etc)

haikyuu ~ [m.list]

karasuno (shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, etc)

nekoma (tetsuro kuroo, kozume kenma, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, etc)

aoba johsai (toru oikawa, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentarō kyōtani, etc)

fukurodani (kōtarō bokuto, keiji akaashi, etc)

shiratorizawa (wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendō, tsutomu goshiki, etc)

inarzaki (shinsuke kita, atsumu miya, osaka miya, rintarō suna, etc)

additional (sakusa kiyoomi, keishin ukai, yuji terushima, etc)

jojo’s bizarre adventure ~ [m.list]

jojo’s (jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashigata, giorno giovanna, jolyne kujo)

joe-bro’s (caesar zepelli, noriaki kakyoin, okuyasu nijimura, guido mista, ermes costello, etc)

villains (dio brando, pillar men, DIO, yoshikage kira, diavolo, vinegar doppio, etc)

additional fandoms ~

yuri on ice

danganronpa

assassination classroom

attack on titan

tokyo ghoul

ouran high school host club

pokémon

kakegurui

black butler

beastars

demon slayer

general rules ~

requests must include the character(s) you want, along with a small plot/idea of the oneshot you want.

i’m in high school and have other things going on other than writing, so please don’t send me asks asking if your request is done.

i’m not obligated to write every single request i receive. if it makes me uncomfortable or i just can’t write it, i won’t.

YES:

fluff

angst

semi-nsfw

platonic (family, friends, etc)

AU’s

dark content

poly relationships

any gender reader

any race reader

MAYBE:

nsfw

ships (no x reader)

NO:

romanticizing mental health issues (ex. everything gets solved by the readers partner)

heavy gore

pedophilia, zoophilia, homophobia, transphobia, racism, xenophobia, body-shaming, etc within the pairing

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 32. Wide Awake

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: 2,400

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

The room was dark, cold, damp, and familiar. Rough cobblestone chilled your feet as you walked down the seemingly endless hallway. Where were you going? You didn't know. There weren't any doors, and what windows were there had been covered by thick, heavy black curtains. The faintest light filtered in through the edges. After walking a good distance, you came across the largest window. Curious, you reached out and gripped the fabric. You didn't know why, but the action felt wrong, forbidden even. It was something you somehow knew you weren't supposed to do. You ignored that instinct and simply soaked in the warmth of the light as it contrasted with the cold damp floor.

Without much thought, you quickly threw the curtain aside, letting in the comforting, and blinding light. Your eyes strained to adjust to the change. All you could make out was the silhouette of a falcon circling in the sky outside. As you watched the bird fly, a set of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway. Glancing back into the darkness, you listened to the sound of nails scratching against stone. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't see through the shadows enough to find who or what was coming. Your grip on the curtain tightened as a sick, anxious feeling filled your stomach. Why did this feel familiar?

Just as you were about to rip away the rest of the curtain and reveal the full window, you felt a heavy hand grip your shoulder. Before you could fight or run, you were pulled backwards into the hallway. As you were dragged, more and more hands appeared and tried forcing you in a different direction. The light from the window shrunk and faded away quickly as you were forced further and further back into the darkness. You were blinded again, it felt like the hands were going to rip you apart.

Then it all stopped. You were standing in a different room now. It looked like an atrium of sorts. It was still dark, but a few candles dotted the walls and ceiling, casting odd shadows across the floor. As you examined the room, a scantly dressed woman ran in, screaming her head off. Blood was running down her neck and making a trail across the floor as she fled from something. She suddenly stopped when she saw you and screamed something in a foreign language you couldn't understand. You tried to run over to her, but you were stuck in place. The sheer terror emanating from the woman was enough to make your stomach drop. This was familiar. Something bad was about to happen.

You blinked and there was a gaping hole in the woman's chest. The light in her eyes faded as she lifelessly fell to the stone floor. Her blood pooled and spread across the ground to the point it reached your bare feet. You wanted to scream, but your throat was dry, you wanted to step away from the brutal scene, but your body was frozen in place.

A single footstep alerted you to a presence behind you. You tried to summon your stand, but it wouldn't manifest. A gasp rang through the silence, you looked down to your left only to find a younger version of yourself standing there, gaping at the scene. The child slowly tore their eyes from the body, looking up at you in tears.

"It's too late." They whispered, looking off into the darkness behind you. You looked back to find the dark silhouette of a tall man standing over you. A gold shine surrounded him, and a stand manifested at his side. "He saw us."

"Muda!"

You bolted up in a cold sweat. The world was still coming into full focus when you saw Golden Soul was manifested at your side. A sharp searing pain filled your hand. Your fist was clenched around something. After a moment of shock, and another for hesitation, you loosened your grip and dropped whatever was cutting you to the floor. You sighed in relief as the pain in your hand subsided slightly. A decent flow of blood was dripping from your palm, but you could easily slap a bandaid on it.

You slowly looked up at your stand. Jotaro had told you stands couldn't act of their own volition, but from what you had seen, it always felt like GS had a mind of its own. Something about the way your stand was just standing over you was unnerving.

Curious, you leaned over the side of your bed. Much to you surprise, you found the metal shard, just sitting there. What parts of it that weren't caked in rusting blood were innocently shining in the morning sunlight as it filtered into your room. You looked across the room, finding the plastic bag that had held the sliver was sitting on your desk. It was exactly where you had left it the night before, but it was opened. Golden Soul had a quirk of picking things up, had you accidentally ordered it to bring you the shard in your sleep? Was that even possible?

"What happened?" You asked, looking up at your stand. Golden Soul simply stared back at you. Just like always. You let your stand disappear as you cradled your bleeding hand close to your chest. According to your alarm clock, it was half an hour before you would normally wake up. At this point, you didn't want to wait to show this to Jotaro anymore. This thing was strange and dangerous. That much was undeniable in your mind. You quickly picked up the metal shard and ran to the bathroom.

After washing the sliver, and bandaging your hand, you snuck into the living room to make a phone call. Unsurprisingly, you were sent to voicemail. You left a brief message about dropping by after school. Hopefully, you wouldn't be interrupting anything important. As you hung up the phone, you found yourself looking down at the metal shard. You had placed it back in the plastic bag, after some contemplation you placed it in your pocket and got ready for school. You didn't want this thing out of your sight.

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

The Rossi's apartment had been plunged into a calm and comfortable silence since yesterday. Julius was lounged on the couch as Jaya busied herself with breakfast, Dr. Rossi meanwhile sipped on a steaming cup of coffee. If it weren't for the lack of conversation, this morning would feel like the ones before the accident. However, an unspoken tenseness had settled into the family's atmosphere. The rigid pressure would be undetectable to an outsider looking in, but it was very much felt by members of the family. Jaya was plating some toaster waffles when Dr. Rossi set his coffee mug down.

"Alright. I'm headed out." He announced, giving a quick kiss to his daughter's temple. "Have a good day you two." He called from the front door.

"You too." Jaya waved.

"Later." Julius muttered from the couch. Jaya handed her brother the plate of waffles, sitting next to him. The two ate in a comfortable silence before it was gingerly broken by Julius. "I'm sorry..." He carefully set his plate aside before looking his sister in the eyes. "I need you to explain the whole Jojo thing again."

"It's complicated." Jaya sighed, setting aside her own plate. There was no way she could eat at a time like this. "Its probably best you stay out of it. Dad already warned me to anyway."

"Fat chance." Julius smirked. "Since when have I ever taken dad's opinion with anything other than a grain of salt."

"If anything, maybe you should start listening to him more often." Jaya laughed lightly. She glanced at the clock and stood, picking up the plates. "Are you sure you'll be alright here alone?"

"For the last time." Julius rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry about me."

"I'm your sister, I'll worry about you as much as I please"

"I'm as good as ever sis." Julius assured his sister. As she gathered her school bag, he couldn't help but notice a stiffness to the way she moved and spoke with him. Julius carefully stood up, placing a hand on Jaya's strained shoulder. There was an undeniable uneasy restlessness about her, which was odd. The two were usually very good about sharing how they felt. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just-"Jaya cut herself off with a sigh. She let her shoulder relax and turned to her brother. "I need to tell you I'm sorry." She whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. "About not answering the phone..." She trailed off as she tried to cover her face.

"Jay..."

"I'm so sorry." Jaya said, quietly crying, the guilt and sorrow of the past week culminating in a tidal wave that was now hitting her all at once. "I was being dumb and petty, and if it wasn't for me none of this would have happened!"

"Hey." Julius cut her off before she could sputter another apology. He gently pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. "I'm okay now. You aren't the prick who stabbed me. I'm not mad. I do want to find out who did though." There was a long silence, so long Julius was pulled away. "Jay?"

"Nothing." She replied quickly. "I was just thinking about something..."

"Well, you better get going." Julius sighed, patting his sister's back. "Have a good day sis. You'll be late at this rate." Jaya nodded, walking to the door. She stopped at the door and looked back at her brother.

"Hey, if you start seeing anything...weird. Tell me. Okay?"

"Sure." Julius agreed hesitantly. "Why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "You still haven't explain to me what exactly a 'stand' is."

"I'll tell you about it later. Just- don't do anything until I get back." With that, Jaya quickly opened the door and left.

"Wait-! Jay? Jaya!" Called, but the door had already shut. "Weird? Guess I can try..." That was an odd interaction, but he was willing to write it off as misplaced protectiveness. Julius didn't know what to think of her whole story about 'stands' but she seemed convinced of their existence thanks to you. Julius glanced at the kitchen clock and sighed. It was still early morning; a shower was probably a good idea. He quietly padded down the hall to the towel closet. Julius shuffled through towels, groaning in exasperation as several fell from the shelves to the ground. "You have got to be kidding me." He stooped down, picking up and refolding them. As he stood back up to place them on the shelf, he was met with a humming noise. He glanced up and down the hallway.

"Here." A mechanical voice gargled. Julius jumped back away from the closet as a hand reached out from between some of the piled towels.

"W-what the hell?!" The hand dropped the towels and instead grabbed his wrist. With inhuman speed, Julius was dragged into the closet, the door closing behind him on its own.

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

The walk to school felt like more of a chore than usual this morning. You were left alone to your own thoughts, and they were the one thing you wanted to get away from. That dream...

You sighed and counted cars as they passed by. It was just a dream. It mean nothing. Nothing.

You hadn't had a nightmare in awhile. Not remotely like the one from last night at least. You shook your head, clearing the though from your mind. It didn't matter. You didn't need to think about that right now. You had vivid dreams like that all the time. All of them were bizarre and nonsensical.

There was one time where you were flying a helicopter, a little blue bird flew past your vision, and before you knew it, you were falling. Another time you dreamt about being on an island that was floating through the ocean as it was being attacked by the U.S. military. There was one where you traveled through time and even ran through the streets of Cairo. Then there was the reoccurring one where you were running from a bunch of bubbles, you always found yourself face to face with some guy in a sailor outfit. None of them meant anything. You just had an active imagination. You always had. It wasn't worth anymore thought.

The school gates, when you came upon them, were much more unwelcoming than usual. As you walked toward the building, you caught a glimpse at the fence you tore open. A teacher was standing there, scratching his head while assessing the damage. You quickly walked past the scene and into the building. When you got to the room, you were abruptly stopped. Unlike usual, you weren't stopped by someone dramatically bumping into you, or something strange chasing you. It was a sign. You were stopped by a sign taped to the door of the classroom.

'CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. PLEASE REPORT TO THE LIBRARY'

"You have got to be kidding me." You groaned. In retrospect it made sense. Your school was old, not to mention getting run down. The consistent stand battles happening on the grounds probably wasn't helping. "Looks like I'm taking a detour." You muttered to yourself, turning around to head back the direction you had come from. The library was on the opposite side of the school. You were just about to go when a crash sounded behind you. Looking back, you found a completely empty hallway. Weird... nobody else was around. You shrugged and started walking away again, but another crashing sound made you stop. It definitely wasn't your imagination. The crash turned into more of a shuffle, being just audible enough to draw you towards a janitor's closet. You were just about to open the door yourself when it suddenly flew open, someone falling out at your feet. The person briefly stayed on the ground, seemingly stunned. He groaned and rolled over onto his back. His face was scrunched up in pain, but you had a feeling you had seen this guy before, something about his face was familiar. He eventually looked up at you from the floor. The two of you stared at one another before you gave a silent and awkward wave. He was obviously older than you, a senior classmate if you had to guess. The guy glanced between your confused face and the closet he fell from.

"You- uh...come here often?" 

[aquietlifesblog]

Hungry Eyes (Dio x F!Reader) 4/6

He’d met Lord Pendleton before—he’d come once to visit the Joestar estate. The man took one look at Dio and decided he wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Your features may have been darker, but you carried his face.

OR

Dio Brando knows what it's like to be hungry, to reach for more in life. He can use your ambition to destroy the man who slighted him and discard you just as easily.

He never planned to like you.

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Note: Part of this story is directly taken from the JJBA Light Novel, 'Over Heaven.'

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Chapter 4: Erina's Interlude

Erina is old now, a few months past 81. Time took its toll on her features, and her body gave way to age. She lived an interesting life, a life filled with love, laughs, and paranormal tragedy. And yet, despite it all, she held very few regrets. 

She wished she could have saved Jonathan, stopped George from running off to war, and shielded Joseph from the hardships he faced. Yet Joestar men had a propensity toward goodness, toward sacrifice, so she made peace with all those things.  And while she could never truly make her peace with Dio, she made peace with the actions she took that night—her decision to save him. 

It was dark, terribly dark. Thick plumes of smoke rose from the fire that engulfed the sinking ship. It was a terrible sound, the ship breaking and falling to pieces in the water, yet the light of that fire was a beacon in the darkness.

She opened the lid of the casket that sheltered her, eager for a breath of air. She kept herself low, away from the smoke that spread out overhead.

Elizabeth, she would go on to name the child, was crying, so she held the baby to her chest, turned her back to the roaring flames, and rocked her gently. Erina wished she had a bottle, something to soothe the child to sleep, but she had nothing but a song her nanny used to sing and her resolve to save the child. Her nanny had a beautiful voice, one much deeper than Erina's, but she sang the song anyway, sung louder than the fire's roar. Elizabeth cried and cried, but fell asleep after a while.  So with shaking hands and tried eyes, Erina placed the baby on a bed of soft red pillows. She then shifted out her dress and slipped down into the black ocean. It was cold. Her bodice and petticoat grew heavy, weighed down by salt and water, but she kept true to her resolve.

There was a net floating in the distance. She noticed it as she sang and thought she could use it to catch some fish. She should have waited until morning, but she feared losing sight of it in the dark. Rubble from the boat floated aimlessly around her, bobbing up and down with the waves. Erina couldn't lose this opportunity. Those planks of wood and broken boxes helped her stay afloat as she kicked and paddled, fighting against the arc of the waves. Her teeth chattered. The icy water chilled her to the bone, but she kept moving. She had never been a strong swimmer; there was no reason for her to be. So when Erina finally made it, when she took the net into her hands and pulled against it roughly, she was out of breath and somewhat delirious.

But she saw something else there as well. 

"Jonathan?" Her husband's body lay faced down in the water, his shirt singed, his collar bloody. "Jonathan!" She screamed and swam closer, trashing about till she made her way to him. He didn't respond, but she didn't expect him to. She waded through splintered crates and half-melted plastic, hoping she could reclaim the body. But what she discovered made her heart sink: Dio. She might have screamed, cried, or left him there to die. She might have begged God to take it all back and offered own her life in exchange for Jonathan's. She might have laid her head upon his chest and resolved to die alongside her husband for a second time. She might have held him till her strength gave way with the rising of the sun.

But she did none of those things. Though she was sickened at the sight of Dio's head crudely grafted onto her husband's body, Erina took hold of him. He was cold, rigid, and unmoving—but the body still pulsed with a strange form of life.

He was alive. 

Careful to keep her grasp on the net, Erina Joestar used Jonathan's body as a flotation device, just as she did the wreckage. She kicked her feet and paddled toward the casket as fast as circumstances allowed. 

Pulling herself inside was difficult enough, as she couldn't risk the casket turning over or tilting in a way that would harm the baby, she figured she could use Jonathan's body as leverage. She would climb on top of him and climb over the side more easily. Yet as she examined the casket, its polished finish and ornate design, she thought it was very strange. The bottom seemed far deeper than what the space above implied.

It was a casket made for two. 

There was someone helping Dio, wasn't there? He had a loyal companion, did he not? Was it made for both to find refuge on this trip alone? Or was it meant to be used beyond the night?

Curious and hopeful, Erina clung to the side of the casket and moved her way around it. Slowly but surely, she searched for signs of a false bottom or something. What she found was a small latch, one that enabled the opening of a secret compartment, a shelf. Coming back to the other side, Erina took hold of Jonathan's body and pulled it along the casket. Though pushing him in was no easy feat, Erina managed to fit him inside despite her labored breaths and trembling hands. She then used the shelf as a stair to climb over the side of the casket and froze. 

Elizabeth squirmed and cooed but continued sleeping soundly, wrapped in her blankets and Erina's own dress. Satisfied, the widow then took a moment to breathe, to rub her hands against the soft lining of the casket in a weak attempt to create some warmth.

The ship was more than halfway gone and soon there would be nothing but darkness. She had to say goodbye.  So, after a moment, Erina peered over the side of the casket.

But before she pushed the shelf closed, before she laid her husband down to rest, she took one final look at Dio’s face. And for the first time, she thought he looked tranquil. 

"Dio. Can you hear me, Dio?" He showed no signs of consciousness. "If I had been born poor, I may have done the same thing. I may have had the same ambitious heart and strayed from the path of humanity if given the chance to do so." She thought about her sister then, thought about you and your cold hands, sharp fingernails, and the way your eyes seemed so clear to her even in the darkness. She realized then what it was you had become; you were the same sort of being as Dio, a creature of the night.

Sometime after her Mother's funeral, Erina learned the latest gossip. She heard you'd been seen with Dio once or twice. Most assumed he was acting the part of a gentleman by showing kindness to a humble maid. But Erina wasn't sure that was the case. She intended to warn you of his early evils, to ask you to keep your distance for your own sake. She knew the way noblemen viewed housemaids, as easy women to lord their power over, and she didn't want your heart broken or reputation sullied. But he managed to impress everyone around him, and common rumors claimed he'd grown into a fine, upstanding gentleman. And, perhaps even more important, she heard he and Jonathan were friends. 

She'd been gone for over seven years at that point. It would be wrong to judge him unfairly. And it wasn't until later that she learned of his obsession with image, that he wanted to climb higher and stand alone on top of the world.

He never could have taken you as his wife, not as the maid you were. Is that why he shared his power with you? To make you something of an equal? Were you meant to be the second occupant of the coffin? Was it love that led him to do this? Or was her thinking too romantic? 

Yet, when she saw you that night, it was hard not to think you'd been swept off your feet.

You were dressed so finely, almost like a queen. Your red dress was perfectly fitted and your jewelry sparkled in the dark. She assumed you found a wealthy husband, that you returned to the Pendleton estate to reveal your triumph or contemplate your humble beginnings. But if you were the same as Dio, were you there to kill her instead? And if so, why didn't you? 

Erina looked down at Dio with a sigh. He was in no position to answer.

"Jonathan's body belongs to you. Now, you truly are a member of the Joestar family. Please let their noble spirits guide you." She touched his neck, the ugly scar his actions left behind. "Please rest with my husband at the bottom of the ocean. Sleep soundly. I don't know if it will be in five or fifty or five hundred years; but someday, please give up your evil ways and become a good person." And if you still lived, if you found a way to live in peace with the rest of the world, if you took no actions that would draw the attention of the monks, perhaps Dio would find you when he woke. Perhaps the world would be better. Perhaps you would find happiness together. 

Erina pulled the shelf shut, laying Jonathan and Dio to rest. 

And when a rescue boat came a few days later, she asked the fishermen to weigh down the casket; she watched it sink. 

***

It was the right thing to do, she always reasoned. Dio wasn't born evil—so he was capable of change. She hoped he would make the choice to do so, someday. 

She never told Robert, Straizo, or the other monks. She never told George, Elizabeth, or Joseph. 'But it's time to tell the truth to someone,' she thought, meeting your gaze from across the room. The wind rattled the trees outside and shook the window violently. There was a terrible draft, but you stood undisturbed by the window, eyes glowing in the dark. You wore your pendant on a chain around your neck and dressed fashionably in red. 

"You've returned," Erina smiled. "I always hoped you would." 

You didn't move. You didn't speak. She shifted slowly, turning to gaze up at the ceiling. Was she dreaming? Were you truly there? Or were you a ghost, a specter haunting her final days?

"...I should tell you about Dio, shouldn't I?" she continued, her voice thin and raspy with the weight of age. "He rests at the bottom of the Atlantic, placed in a coffin of his own making. I made sure of that." 

Again, you said nothing, and it was quiet for a long time. She turned her head to see you, but you were gone. Your body vanished, but Erina could feel you watching.

"I understand what you thought you needed to do. I only wish things turned out differently," she rambled, eyes growing heavy with sleep. "If things were different, if we were born in an era where the trappings of status and nobility no longer mattered, or if father claimed you as his daughter… could we have been true sisters?" She always felt she never did enough, never tried hard enough to find you. 

It was quiet still, and the light of the moon shone brightly through the window.

Perhaps it was just her imagination; perhaps you were never truly there. It wouldn't be unheard of, the mind conjuring images of those who could absolve you of guilt. She shut her eyes, ready to embrace the soft lull of sleep.

"...rest now, Erina." Your voice spoke above her head.  "Summon those who love you in the morning," the cold press of your hand felt heavy on her forehead. "...go easy into the next world knowing my grudge was never with you. I hold no grievance toward the family you made… find peace in that."

That was the last she would ever see of you, and it was enough. Even if it was just a dream, even if you were only a vision, she found peace with you. 

And thus, Erina Pendleton passed away at the age of 81, surrounded by the friends and family who loved her. 

And you, her sister, the last of the Pendletons weren't far away. You leaned against the aging stone of your family's estate, a red umbrella shielding you from the evening rain. 

Yes, your grudge was never with Erina, so you felt nothing for the family she left behind. You would make no move to harm or help them lest they interfered in your quiet life. 

So, when news broke of a casket being found at sea 33 years later, you felt no need to warn them of the danger ahead.

| Next Chapter

[sinclairz24]

Jonathan Joestar x black reader

Not finished 🥰

You always saw him walking down the same path with his dog every day. You wanted to join him but your father wouldn't let you cause there was no telling what those people would do to you. You always heard his friends call him Jojo and his dog Danny. You knew he was rich, after all you had a perfect view of his castle of a home from your room. One Sunday everything changed and left your life upside down.

You had just got back from church and decided to see if Jojo was outside and that's when you saw him playing and running with his friends. You loved his shiny blue mullet with slight curls and his slightly above average build. Jojo was above the average height and you loved him for it. Your sisters knew how much you loved Jojo and never failed to remind you how he probably smells just like his dog. That's when you noticed one of his friends pointed to your window and Jojo turned around then waved at you from the street. You closed your curtains panicking with excitement. The love of your life just saw you for the first time, he noticed you. It's not like you have been watching him for weeks now. You turned around to see your older sister Talia with her arms crossed, ''He saw you didn't he, and don't lie cause if black girls could blush you would be as red as a chili pepper.'' All you could do is nod. Jojo for once saw you.

Jojo had noticed before multiple times actually, he just never got the courage to communicate with you. Your family are the only black ones in town. Jojo wished you would come out more. Your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tailor. Jojo knew your mother personally cause she made him and his father's clothes. Jojo knows your the youngest of eight girls and your name is (y/n). From what he sees you have a lot of hair and it's a nice medium brown. He tries not to look at your body too much to avoid looking like a pervert but you seem to have a more curvy body type than the rest of the girls in town. He told father about you and he mentioned something about you coming over to help your mother tailor from time to time.

''(Y/N)! Get down here me and your father have news for you!'' News for you? You never got news by name unless grandma had sent you something. You rushed downstairs to meet a warm smile from both of your parents. ''You're 16 now (y/n) we think its best to get you out in the work force." You were not happy about this. You were NOT the manual labor type and you didn't want anything to do with kids. You wanted to do something simple to get a check. "Please don't be a rough labor papa, you know how I get when I'm in the sun too long.'' You were trying not to cry but you hated field work. Your second older sister Nyla came downstairs, ''If slaves can do it you can too.'' She began laughing but your parents made it clear it wasn't funny. ''It's not field work ... you'll be joining me with tailoring.'' You ran and hugged your mom. You were excited but for a different reason, you could see and speak to Jojo.

The next day came and you rushed getting dressed, and of course your hair didn't wanna comply. Your sister Madeline recommended you just threw your hair in a puff but she didn't understand, you were going to Jojo's house. You put your hair in two buns with a braid leading into both. You let Talia do your edges, and ran downstairs where your mom was sipping coffee and looked as though she had just finished making breakfast. You sat down and ate your eggs and avocado toast. Soon you and your mom were headed out, that's when she informed you of your schedule. First you would go to the Zeppeli's house. They had a son around your age. His name was Will. You guys hit it off pretty quick. He was pretty tall so it took you a minute to get his pants just right. The next stop was with a family who lived in a pretty bad part of town but somehow they were able to afford tailoring. Your sister Sage told you it was rumored that they did drug deals. You weren't too worried, you only had one goal in mind ... Jojo. The family was the Speedwagon family. They had an above average looking son with a golden mullet. He definity was a ladies man. You guys never really talked unless he was trying to flirt and you were shooting him down. While you were doing the cuffs around his pants you felt a hand on your hair, you jumped up and slapped Robert's (Speedwagon's first name ) face. ''You don't touch my hair, I'm not a toy. Do you understand?'' He just looked stunned and quickly nodded his head. You noticed a smirk forming on his face, he was into that, great. Your mother told you that she needed some more fabric and to get some out of the buggie. As you were coming back you noticed a young boy with gold like hair gambling with grown men. You watched for a while and noticed that the young boy was pretty good for his age. You decided to ask Robert when you came back. He said that the boy's name was Dio and to avoid doing any bets with him because he always wins. The next stop was Jojo's house. You must have been squirming cause your mother grabbed your hand. ''I was told by a little birdy you have developed a crush on Jojo.'' You jerked your hand away from your mother. How long had she known this and who told her? You put your head in your hands, ''Is that why you had me work with you on tailoring?'' Your mother rubbed your back, ''Girl I sure hope you didn't think your father made the first move.'' You looked at your mother. You knew she was dominant but not towards your dad. You laughed and leaned back. Jojo's house sure was far. '' You have every right to like him just be careful when other people see you.'' Your mother had a more serious tone. You knew blacks couldn't marry/date whites so why was she acting like you guys were serious. ''We can't date so no need to worry.'' The buggie came to a stop, you guys had arrived. Your mother grabbed your shoulder, ''Mr. Joestar made me aware that Jonathan has developed similar feelings for you and agreed to let you guys hangout at his house.'' You could have passed out, and the Jojo nickname made more sense now. You staggered out the buggie and grabbed the fabrics. One of the butlers led you and your mom to the tailoring room. You could feel Jonathan towering over you but in a non threating way. ''(Y/n) you can do Jonathan and I'll do his father.'' You laid your fabric out, trying to play it cool plus its not like you could feel Mr. Joestar peering into your soul.

You started working on Jonathan and noticed he talked  A LOT. That's when you noticed one question, ''Can I feel your hair?'' Now the normal answer would have been no especially after how you acted with Robert, but it was Jojo and at least he asked. ''In a little bit sure, just stop moving.'' You had finally finished, the butler offered sandwiches which you took cause you hadn't had anything since you left the house. '' (Y/n) stay here me and the Joestars have something to talk about.'' That was odd your mom never left you alone in a strangers house. You took this as an opportunity to tour the house.

The library was huge filled with probably over a thousand books, the garden was beautiful (a butler told you that Jojo works on it everyday), and then the dining hall was huge with marble floors and a wooden glazed table then something caught your eye, a portrait. It had a young  Jonathan, his father and strangely enough the Dio boy.  A loud thud came from behind, you quickly turned around, it was Jonathan. '' Goodness, you scared the mess outta me.'' Jonathan looked behind him, ''Who me? I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you.'' There was a moment of silence, you both just staring at each other wondering who will make the first move. ''I heard we share the same feeling for each other.'' Well you're glad he made the first move. ''Yeah, I heard the same.'' You started backing up as Jonathan started getting closer. 

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Jonathan manhandling you and dragging you to a new position every time you cum….

He’s not even trying to be rough. He is just so big and so strong that he sometimes forgets how intense his pussy drunk self can be. It’s your seventh round, and you are begging for a break, and Jonathan is looking at you like, “Huh? I’m not even going that hard.” He’d still give you the sweetest kisses as if he were not pounding into you.

[sl33paholics]

Forever Banished In The Shadows

A little drabble for my cutie patootie, Jonathan ❤️ (okay as I post this, this is wayyy longer than I expected lol)

Warning(s): mentions of blood and gore, emotional distress, Dio Brando, references to cannibalism, jojo being driven to insanity in general

He should've been stronger.

He should've been wiser.

Succumbing to his loss against his vampiric-turned adoptive brother, Dio, Jonathan was ready to die in a pool of his own blood and be torn apart by his vampire brethren he would have welcomed the pain if it meant getting rid of his agony and tormenting his foes until they were all gone from his life. If anything, the battle between them made him fight harder so he wouldn't have to look at his brother's twisted face. Dio's eyes held no pity for Jonathan. Instead, they were filled with satisfaction and disgust.

Although, Dio took pity on the man. How rare. To see the man he's been dedicated to take down and overthrown, now in front of him bleeding out and the life in his eyes slowly fading away, even if Jonathan looked like such an arrogant cockroach that Dio wouldn't hesitate to crush him. He almost felt bad about it. Almost. After all, his brother has never cared for people outside of himself and what he could do for himself.

As if his life was beginning to flash before his eyes, Dio rammed the stone mask onto Jonathan's face as the blue haired male felt the familiar cold metal touching his skin, and piercing through his skull making it impossible for him to remove, or escape.

That was the moment where the heroine, Jonathan Joestar, died.

It had been months since that incident. The blue haired man is now a slave to his brother, Dio. The horrific moments he'd seen of the abuse of the stone mask being used onto others, seeing them become mindless victims and monsters without a will of their own. Doing awful deeds to the innocent and causing havoc in the town.

The way he'd see his brother suck the blood of women. Seeing their half naked bodies with dark, gaping bloody holes in their necks as they laid on the floor dead, or even throwing them and having those mutated animals feast on them as if they were nothing but prey waiting for their master to be done with them.

Jonathan felt trapped. Well, he is.

He could no longer eat human food, the need for hunger is no longer there and being surrounded by those with such a rich scent of blood made the man want to drink it right from their veins and devour them all. His body craved the sweet taste of blood. Even when JoJo doesn't drink any, he finds himself wanting more of it. And when he doesn't get enough, he wants to kill them all. It felt like suicide. Destroying his body so others won't have to suffer his uncontrollable wrath.

That was until Dio got tired of him. He found no use of keeping a man who wasn't useful. So, he threw the poor soul into the streets, just to make sure that JoJo could not do anything anymore.

Jonathan had to fend for himself. Finding shelter was a living hell. He had to resort into cannibalism to survive. He didn't want to, he didn't know how or why, but every day he woke up in the middle of the night craving some fresh blood from strangers, Jonathan would immediately devour the person in one sitting. As soon as he finished the last drop, he would vomit his guts out.

It felt wrong. JoJo was frightened of himself.

Now, here he is, salivating heavily in front of a broken mirror as JoJo's body shivers, feeling the need to feed again, the urge that was becoming stronger and stronger each time. The thirst that Jonathan couldn't ignore. If he wanted to get enough blood to live a decent life, he had to find a way. But, how?

How did he survive before? There's no point in asking himself that question since he already knew.

By the door, his lover can only watch as they sob silently, the tears streaming freely down their face and didn't say anything, they only watched Jonathan struggle to keep himself together knowing how hard it is for him and that it's killing JoJo inside. They knew that he was doing this for a reason. To keep himself safe, to keep both of you safe watching the man cough up blood.

Jonathan promised himself he wouldn't become a blood thirsty freak like Dio or his men, but at what point can he restrain himself any longer? When will he stop fighting against nature? When will he finally succumb and give in to its call?

The answer, Jonathan knew, was very soon.

It had started with his lover.

[sa-filonzana]

Masterlist of Reblogs (2):

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

Jotaro x Reader

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700952510940200960/hello-i-hope-youre-having-a-great-day-today-i

Jotaro x Kakyoin

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704502381709246464

Dio - Crack Headcanon

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703676458705600512

Alternate Universe(s):

Everybody Lives AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702056895327961088/enbydio-if-dio-lives-in-your-au-how-does

Joestar Platinum AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702063559601979392/mmmmm-the-jonathan-is-star-has-such-potential

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702063812869832704/starry-blue-echoes-so-throwback-to-this-post

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702601783557718016/everyone-is-giving-a-bunch-of-ideas-for-the

Caeser Lives AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697053079867162624

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697053333378236416/crashes-through-the-door-trips-over-own

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697433667194224640/the-joke-has-been-done-already-with-joseph-but

Pet Shop Lives AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700478816648347648/what-about-an-au-where-giornio-has-pet-shop-like

Ocean Man AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697071920715300864

Honor Bound AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697094567366983680/au-idea-ive-had-circulating-in-the-background-for

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698183654268092416/honor-bound-idea-i-thought-of-in-math-class

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699273982807064576/honor-bound-idea-i-thought-of-in-math-class

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700240956768780288

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700441661121216512

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700458989471858688

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702955311156363264/honor-bound-post-bt-on-the-timeline-joseph

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705137191566852096

Jotaro In Italy AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697095737104859136/jotato-has-a-clunky-ol-cellphone-in-the-ripe-age

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697416453051252736

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697479663898017792/fugo-pannacotta-the-guy-that-grew-without-a

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701287839605932032

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702963507893846016/since-theyre-both-stands-who-are-hated-by-their

DADtaro AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697603544238440448/jotaro-adopts-everyone-au-people-he-just-comforts

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702314875972681728/dadtaro-i-just-realized-that-high-priestess-would

Honor Among Assassins AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697604169639542784

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699771590612762624/excue-me-how-is-no-one-talking-about-honor

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701507033365708800/i-dont-know-why-but-the-honor-among-assassins-au

Replay in Real Time AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701016919322542080/a-bizarre-idea-when-bucci-gang-hijacks-a-plane-in

Black Coat Costant AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700660007449067520

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704756577102675968

Jonathan Lives AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698138953295986688

Night Learn The Sun AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698539994601652224/lisa-lisa-au-where-unlike-canon-lisa-doesnt-return

Peanut Gallery AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/699241485559791616

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704243836753494016/so-i-just-realized-i-never-explained-how-i-thought

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704494840010915841/starry-blue-echoes-starry-blue-echoes-so-im

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704589829821825024/so-i-just-realized-i-never-explained-how-i-thought

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704762285509492736/starry-blue-echoes-starry-blue-echoes-so-im

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704762853101551616/so-i-just-realized-i-never-explained-how-i-thought

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704768530842779648/starry-blue-echoes-starry-blue-echoes

Florida Turtle AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700442895392587776/starry-blue-echoes-starry-blue-echoes

Behind Closed Doors AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702600226632024064/thinking-on-behind-closed-doors-au-dio-becomes-a

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705040312827084800/behind-closed-doors-dio-while-a-friend-to-the

STANDtaro x Honor Among Assassins AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701497981567942656/wakes-up-in-cold-sweat-weiufbeibu-standtaro-in

STANDtaro x Jotaro in Italy AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697791962053541888

Various AU & Comics

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/697488687345401857/i-did-a-three-page-comic-for-the-jjba-circus-zine

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700441264532946944

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700461133022330880

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/700461494909992960

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701008294757777409

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701298191632596992

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702110819767484416/thenorwalkagent-this-tiktok-has-been-living

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702584558485471232/hajnarus-i-love-how-the-little-arrow-even

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702585393476927488/hajnarus-i-addded-the-last-3-because-people

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702586388488601600/hajnarus-nori-was-the-highest-in-the-family

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702586644045398016

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702587026620416000

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702589811895255040/hajnarus-poor-baby-jonathan

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704232862126358528

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704240045449691136

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704502754559885312

Canon Filling & Analisys & Headcanons

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698138325205270528

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698538732518850560/technofantasia-the-thing-about-josuke-is-that

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/698539358711611392/one-of-my-absolute-favorite-parts-of-golden-wind

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/701241267657588736

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/702313337746325504/so-i-was-watching-part-3-and-uh-i-think-joseph

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703689275565293569

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703977120046694400/starry-blue-echoes-wow-i-didnt-realize-how

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704504014525562880/ok-so-i-have-to-be-honest-but-i-love-your-star

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704579824583409664/so-i-found-another-fun-canon-dissection-in-my-dms

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705147883321802752/so-you-know-the-joke-that-polnareff-has-the-worst

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705168059152957441/so-when-i-first-started-sdc-i-instantly-noticed

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705168665871597568/kittydemon9000-so-a-bit-ago-i-made-a-pie-chart

[junosartsthetic]

I posted 693 times in 2022

That's 485 more posts than 2021!

240 posts created (35%)

453 posts reblogged (65%)

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I tagged 593 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

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#jojo's bizarre adventure - 68 posts

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#no this isnt some projection of the father i never had during my childhood and therefore wanting somebody powerful and strong in my life to

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

306 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#4

Baby, I’m Jealous

Headcanons for when a collection of my favorite JJBA characters get jealous (whether they’d like to admit it or not). She/her pronouns used for reader.

Hol Horse

Jealousy?

Please

He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type 

He doesn’t get jealous

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he sees you with some smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch from across the bar

He grips his drink angrily, chugging it down in one fell swoop

Just because you two weren’t official, more like a friends with benefits situation, doesn’t mean this asshole had any right to speak to you, much less caress your hips like he wanted to get you out of your dress

Besides, he didn’t like this guy

A feeling in his gut told him he was gonna break your heart

Not on his watch

You didn’t have time to think before Hol was wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you against his seething chest

“I don’t know what the hell you think yer doin’ with my girl, but if you don’t get outta my sight by the count of three—”

He summons his stand

“I’m gonna pump ya full of lead”

The bastard is gone before you could process what happened

“Was he botherin’ ya, sweetheart?” he breathes against your ear

“Was he bothering you?” you replied, turning to smirk at him

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous, cowboy”

“Just wanna make sure my cowgirl is okay”

You roll your eyes

“Whatever you say. Just next time, wait until I score a free drink before scaring off the asshole, okay?”

Jonathan Joestar

He’s a proper gentleman (trademark)

But deep down

There’s definitely a part of him that comes out when he sees someone particularly close to you

He convinces himself its to keep you safe and sound

But he knows you’re fine

See the full post

413 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

Pool Time

SDC reacting to you in a bikini. Chaos ensues. Contains suggestive/mild sexual content, especially in Joseph’s part. Oops. Written for female readers. 

It wasn’t often you got to relax for a moment during your crusade to defeat Dio, so you jumped at the chance to spend the afternoon at the pool with the rest of your companions. The vehicle taking you to your next destination—a train—wasn’t going to arrive until tomorrow afternoon, so you figured you all might as well do something fun while waiting. 

Luckily, you managed to snag a bathing suit from the giftshop in the hotel lobby. Did you pay for it? Ehh. Not important.

You finished tying the bikini straps around your neck, looking yourself over in the bathroom mirror. The top piece consisted of a red patterned bra piece with black straps. The bottoms were entirely black with little red bows on either hip. You winked at yourself. You were never the vain type, but you felt pretty hot at the moment.

The bikini was a little tight being that you were too busy trying not to get caught to look at the tag, but it fit good enough. Your thighs stretched the fabric bottoms, and you had to tuck in the tops of your breasts to fit inside the cups, but everything private was covered. All you wanted to do was jump in the water and stay there so it didn’t matter too much. The hot weather of the Middle East was not your cup of tea.

You grabbed a hotel towel, wrapping it around your waist and securing it there before stepping out of the bathroom. Everyone else was already at the pool, as they’d changed and left in the time you sought out a swimsuit. 

Quickly applying sunscreen, you rushed out of the hotel room and to the elevator. Moments later, you arrived in front of the gated pool. It was quite a nice hotel, and there were many shaded tables scattered around the patio. You looked around, spotting the others seated around a large round table. An umbrella provided shade as they sipped on various drinks. You wondered why none of them chose to take a swim. Were they not dying of heat exhaustion, even with their iced drinks?

Tossing that thought aside, you focused on your current dilemma. You needed to be let inside as you didn’t grab a key. You waved both hands, shouting out a name and catching the attention of a certain someone—your boyfriend. Not only that, but a few others also looked your way. It was hard not to pay attention to you in your current state of dress.

Kakyoin

“Holy shit,” Noriaki breathed, eyes widening. Even sporting green swim shorts instead of his usual attire, he felt hot. He looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only one glancing your way. A pit settled in his stomach. He didn’t want to come off as a bastard, or tell anyone, especially you, what to wear, but your current attire sent his mind spiraling.

There was no denying your beauty. He always thought you were beautiful, but this was something else. It felt wrong seeing you in so little fabric in such a public place. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts before gathering himself and walking to let you in.

“Thanks, Nori.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I thought I’d have to climb the gate for a second there. You seemed out of it. You okay?”

He nodded. “Oh, uhh, yeah. I’m good. You just caught me off guard. I see you found a swimsuit.” 

“Yeah.” You pulled on the strap of the bikini top before releasing it. It sunk back against your skin tightly. “It’s kind of small, though. I hope it doesn’t tear or something.”

His face flushed red at your words. He quickly changed the subject. “Let’s get in the water. I’m dying out in this heat.”

You hummed in agreement, walking beside him back to the table. “Lemme put my towel down.”

You untied the cloth from your hips, tossing it on a chair before heading towards the large body of water. Noriaki struggled to keep his eyes from trailing downwards, and he quickly followed behind you, standing close enough to block your backside from any prying eyes.

This was simultaneously the worst and best thing he’d ever experienced. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Jotaro

Jotaro was good at keeping his emotions in check, for the most part, but he had no hat to cover his face, nor a jacket collar to pop up to hide his red cheeks. All he could do was look down and mutter.

“Jotaro,” Joseph scolded. “Don’t just sit there. Go let your girlfriend in.”

“Mr. Joestar,” Avdol said. “I think he’s a little overwhelmed. I’ll go let her in.”

“Good grief,” grumbled Jotaro, getting up in his usual irritated manner. “I’m fine. I’m going.”

Polnareff snickered. “Go on, tough guy. Go get your girl.”

“Shut up, Polnareff.”

The Frenchman continued to snicker.

Jotaro made it to the gate, unlatching it and letting you inside with a grunt. You raised a brow. “Why are you so grumpy? Something happen?”

“Old man Joseph and Polnareff are just annoying.”

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Catcalled

SDC reacting to you getting catcalled. RIP the catcallers but not really because they deserved it. Contains swear words and some suggestive content. Written for female readers.

It happened while you and the crew were walking along a busy Egyptian street. The sun burned particularly brightly that day, and you had resorted to tying your shirt up into a crop top and rolling up your already short shorts as high as they could go. Despite your efforts, your skin still shone with sweat as you fanned yourself uselessly. You’d never get used to the weather in Egypt—that you knew. But you and the others were on a mission, and no amount of heat could stop you. 

Unfortunately for you, a group of rowdy drunks thought you sweating to death looked appealing enough to shout something about it. Of course. It seems men everywhere on Earth could be complete douchebags. Lovely.

“Hey, baby! Why don’t you take it all off!” yelled an older man, waving a bottle around.

“Nice ass, slut!” called another.

“C’mere and I’ll show you a good time, huh!” a third chimed in.

Gross. Gross. Gross. You cringed, teeth gnashing together as you spun on your heels, ready to tell them off, but it seems your boyfriend had already beat you to it. 

Jotaro

The only thing he muttered was “good fuckin’ grief,” before springing into action. To anyone else, it would look like the men spontaneously exploded—blood flew everywhere as Star Platinum sucker-punched the bastards over and over again. Star didn’t stop until the men lay in a gore-soaked pile, all groaning and crying in pain from their anguish.

Though they didn’t catch it, you threw up your middle finger as a final “fuck you” to the assholes who thought it was a good idea to cat-call you. “Keep your mouths shut next time, motherfuckers,” you spat, shooting a final glare before rejoining your companions. The others stood there, varying degrees of concern or awe plastering their faces.

“You okay?” Jotaro asked under his breath. He bumped into you lightly, causing you to lock eyes with him. He rose a brow. 

You nodded, bumping him in return before linking your arm with his. “I’ve dealt with my fair-share of gross men. If you hadn’t jumped in, I would’ve beaten them myself.”

“I know,” he muttered. “You would’ve killed them, though. I wanted to avoid casualties, even including those bastards.” 

You shrugged. “Doubt they would’ve been missed. Anyway, let’s go. It’s hot as hell out here and I’d like to get to the hotel before I sweat to death.”

Kakyoin

“I must have heard wrong,” he hissed. “I know you’re not speaking about my girlfriend like that, right? Because then I’d have to kill you.” You saw Hierophant Green materialize beside him, fists raised. 

The men laughed. A lanky teenager sending threats their way must’ve seemed silly, but they were in for a rude awakening. Before you could blink, Hierophant’s bottom half shot forward, forming a lance as it stabbed through each of the men. They all fell to the ground, holding their wounds as they howled in pain. You were glad Kakyoin didn’t kill them.

Your eyes widened as Kakyoin’s stand wound up for another round—Jotaro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. They’re not worth it. Forget it. Just make sure (Y/N) is okay.”

Kakyoin turned his gaze to you. You shot him a grateful smile, grabbing his hand. “Thank you. They deserved that.”

“They deserve worse, but that doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” he squeezed your hand. You nodded.

“Fine. Assholes exist everywhere, sadly. Let’s just get going. I wanna swim in the hotel pool before it gets dark.”

Polnareff

He locked eyes with you, as though asking for permission to skewer them. You nodded. Normally, you’d always try to keep your eccentric boyfriend in check, but this time you’d make an exception. These assholes deserved what was coming to them. What was coming to them? A rapier wielded by an angry Frenchman’s stand.

“Bonne nuit!” quipped Polnareff before sending Chariot racing into action. You barely had time to process the situation before you—flashes of silver surrounded the men as blood flew every which way. Cuts formed on their bodies almost by magic. They all moaned pathetically, collapsing, as Polnareff recalled his stand. “Don’t ever talk to her, or anyone, like that again, you bastards!” he shouted, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. He turned you around in his arms, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry you had to hear that, ma cherie.”

You leaned against him, relaxing into his broad chest as you took in the smell of his fancy cologne. “I’m good. Thank you for that.”

“Of course! Nobody talks to you like that and gets away with it! I’ll skewer anyone who tries!”

You glanced at his face, shooting him a look he knew too well. “As long as you want me to, of course!”

You laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get to the hotel. It’s hot.”

Avdol

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You and Me, in a Different Way (pt. 5-6)

Synopsis: Stands are the reflection of your soul, they show want you try to hide or feel, how do their Stands react to you or your own Stand? How would they react to your child, the combination of your bodies and souls?

Warnings: implied childbirth, parenthood and some problems that come with it, self doubt, very old music, some fluff.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno: Golden Experience Requiem

You: Pink Floyd

Result: Space Oddity

- Let's be honest, there was a bet going on with the gang, most putting their money in that Giorno would never get a 'yes' out of you, only Bruno and Fugo had some faith in him, and they ended up winning.

- Because, let's be honest again, Giorno first advance wasn't the best, a good reason to have more than a half of the gang putting their money against him.

"So, I just stole this wallet, want to get some ice cream?"

"Do you wanna die, Giovanna? Return that thing in this instant"

- You had a hero kind of mind, he wasn't complaining but it was quite ironic by the fact that you would beat someone to a pulp if they did you any wrong.

- Like, he really wasn't complaining, especially when he got to see you defending yourself, it was appealing.

- So he changed his approaches, trying to help you, if you permitted, or trying to be more subtle about it.

"I can see that Pinky right arm is way more faster now" he couldn't give you compliments directly, so now he used to give them to your stand, it doesn't matter that your stand is one of the most monstrous out there, he even called it Pinky like a cute nickname.

"Oh, yeah, thanks for noticing" and of course you would blush a little, it would make him smile.

- Following what gave good results he just landed his first date with you.

- It was obvious that he couldn't just parade around just in his usual outfit, not because people feared him, but because he would be recognized and all the people would approach to give him gifts and practically push you out of the way, so he would use GER to change his appearance.

"I'm here"

"Oh, hi Gio- wow, quite the change"

"Don't worry, this is just how I looked before having Golden Experience"

- You would never tell him that you liked his incognito mode a little bit more than his usual self, black really suited him.

- There were many occasions, especially when you first started your relationship, when GER would appear to see you, since it got to be a stand Requiem it gained way more freedom, to the point where Giorno couldn't control it all the time because now it had free will and was totally sentient.

- At first it was normal, he would appear to see you and in rare occasions smile at you.

- Then when you and Giorno got... more intimate with time, he got the habit of sleeping next to you while holding you wrist, other couples would hold hands but Giorno always took your wrist, you figured that this habit was a result of his constant need to assure himself that you were still alive and kicking.

- The thing with GER also got more weird but he did something similar to Giorno, and given that it was sentient it was now normal to have it touching your neck to feel your pulse, you just let it be.

- But then it got way more weird.

"Giorno"

"..."

"Giorno Giovanna"

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40 notas. Fecha de publicación: 19 de noviembre de 2022

4

What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

Warnings: Heart breakdown, Unrequited feelings, character´s death, spoilers

Jolyne Kujo

Wounds heal but scars prevail

- You weren't blind, not yet, every time that you got to California by matters related to the SWF you tried to at least say hi to Jotaro and his little family, that atmosphere was tense and sometimes you thought that was going to affect your son, Rei.

- But no, Rei lived for the days that he could trip with you to California and see his beloved "big sis Jolyne" like he would always call her.

- You called her "Baby JoJo" because the family tradition of everyone getting the same nickname ended with you saying it and having Josuke and Jotaro turn their heads to you, Jolyne was a little kid then, so "Baby JoJo" remained.

- Jolyne was older but she was patient with your gremlin of a son, maybe she inherited that patience from her mother's side, hardly from Jotaro.

- And talking about Jotaro...

"Have you seen him recently?" Jotaro's wife was beautiful, you give her that, but her eyes were swollen, eyes red, a sad expression on her face.

"I haven't seen him since the last month" if she had any tears left in her, she could have spilled them by now.

- You were so gonna punch him in the face.

- The two of you only remain in silence, hearing how Jolyne was telling Rei a story, her japanese was better than the last time.

- She was a kind girl, and you believed that deep down she kept that kindness somewhere.

- Being a police officer helped to know the news, first there were charges, minimal, and most of the time proved that the girl was wrongly accused, you tried to be as unnoticed as possible because you were investigated after being contacted by a person of interest for the PD in Italy.

- Just when you were investigated Jolyne was sent to prison, Jotaro was again in radio silence and Rei ran away from home in the middle of the night, leaving a letter that said "Jotaro-san contacted me, Jolyne-nee needs me"

- You appeared in the prison, with proof that Jolyne was inocent, with your Stand ready to punch Jotaro in the face and to drag Rei back home.

- The moment that you got there it was a mess, Jotaro was half death, Jolyne didn't want the proof because her father's soul was somewhere inside the prison, Rei dressed himself as a girl and got inside with Jolyne before you could stop him.

- It was such a mess.

- And now you were in charge of seeing Jotaro, your jerk ex back in your teenage years, he was almost death, Jolyne and your son were in danger and you didn't give a shit about your work anymore, Josuke would take care of Morioh in your place, he was ready, you believed in him.

"What are you doing here?!" Jolyne didn't know why you would put so much in line for her and her father, in her mind you were some kind of intrusive figure, every time that you could go to her house her mother would cry and ask you for her father but you wouldn't answer, her mother could only contact her father by you.

- Jolyne also kind of disliked Rei, because Rei had black hair and aquamarine eyes, just like her father´s, this only fueled her own conviction, not knowing a thing about Rohan, the father of Rei and Julius, your younger son, who also had green eyes and dark hair.

- Jolyne thought that you and Rei were her father's other family.

- But if that was true why were you there.

"Run away from here!" You thrown Jolyne and Rei out of the way with your Stand, Pucci was coming, fast, and all of you couldn't stand a chance against him.

"Wait, I'm not going to leave you here!" Jolyne screamed, using her Stand to drag you to their side, one that you were totally sure she didn't have before, you were so gonna ask Jotaro about this.

- You got severally injured but Jolyne saved your life.

- Rei activated his stand and got the three of you out, all your group could get to your final point.

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49 notas. Fecha de publicación: 11 de septiembre de 2022

3

Where Is Your Soul?

Synopsis: Everyone can live, everyone can have a future, a brighter one, if you give up your own.

Warnings: Character's death, suicide thought, self-sacrifice, angst, dismembered body, blood, mention of sexual assault, if you don't like this don't read, it's just me searching for some pain.

Jonathan Joestar

- When he declined your offer to keep searching for Dio's possible corpse he didn't believe that it would end like this, he wanted to spent time with Erina after so long, he could have told you, he really should have done it.

"Maybe later" He was trying to get to see her soon, so he left you there, in the street near your home, you only needed to turn around the corner and get safely to your house, "go straight home, it's dangerous at night"

In another reality you did as Jonathan told you

But now you decided to go along your own idea and turned around, entering the dark streets

- He never thought that you would go alone.

- When he heard of the shooting he didn't connect the dots right away, he thought that you would be still sleeping, your hair a mess and refusing to wake up earlier.

- Then, out of nowhere his father was calling for him, he was going downstairs when he noticed his master, Mister Zeppeli, with a gloomy expression that his father was starting to show too.

- His master appeared with something on his hands, when Jonathan saw it he didn't believed.

- He wished that it was a joke of yours, a weird one, a terrible one, a sick one.

"The body was found next to ashes and this..."

- He was holding your revolver, the one that your father gifted you so many years ago, one that your family didn't want back because of such a thing, such a tragedy, happening.

- It had blood over it, and anyone would know that it was yours.

- Jonathan didn't believed such a thing.

- George tried to stop his son but Jonathan was stronger, he was faster, he got to the place of the events in such a short amount of time.

Why wasn't I fast enough when you need him?

- When he arrived he found Speedwagon there, looking perplexed at the officers and a body in the floor, the blanket over it to spare the gruesome scene from the public didn't cover all the blood that was painting the floor or the walls.

"They really did it" he was trembling, crying, in his hand was your coat, the one that you used to carry all your guns around, it was empty, every gun and bullet on the floor, with blood, "They are both death, Dio is death and..."

- Speedwagon got wind of what was happening, but it was already late, when he got there he found you dragging your body on the floor, so much blood on your way, some kind of bloody pulp on your hands that then he realized was the remains of Dio.

- You left them fall in the sunrise light of the new day, smiling at him while it was turned to ashes that got carried away by the wind.

"Hey, Rob, I did it..." Your body on the floor, your hand full of ashes like some other parts of your body before you finally collapsed, he wanted to call for help but the police areived and at first they put the blame of such a crime on him.

- They just concluded that you committed suicide.

- Even if Jonathan asked Robert would never tell him that you used yourself to trap Dio in your embrace and started shooting, the bullets got to him but also your body, it weakened him and you could wait till the sunrise to finally kill him with the sun, the horrible escene would be forever on his mind.

- People would talk about you, about how your soul would haunt forever that street, how even in the future people would find the many bullets that you used in the walls near.

- Jonathan just thought, with tears on his eyes and your revolver in his hands, how reckless you were, just like always, even when he believed that Dio was already death you thought otherwise, not believing that everything ended, and you were right, even so, why didn't you ask him for help when you found Dio, why did you just go there all alone and without calling him for help, but what if you did, what if Dio caught you and you could only fight trying to survive? If you called for help but he was so far away to even know that you needed him there?

- Why did you choose to go there? All alone, almost ready to die for something that was supposed to be his responsibility.

- When his son is born, Jonathan would be overprotective, almost forbidding him to be near the place where the "Crazy ghost" would be roaming, that damned street where his nightmares would take place from time to time, punishing George when he, after a dare, put a foot in that place.

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81 notas. Fecha de publicación: 25 de septiembre de 2022

2

You and Me, in a Different Way (pt. 3-4)

Synopsis: Stands are the reflection of your soul, they show want you try to hide or feel, how do their Stands react to you or your own Stand? How would they react to your child, the combination of your bodies and souls?

Warnings: implied childbirth, parenthood and some problems that come with it, self doubt, very old music, some fluff after the angst.

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro: Star Platinum

You: All my Love

Result: Bring me The Horizon

- Star Platinum was a strong stand, no one could deny it, it didn't even care that it only could move in a short range, one of it's fists was enough to finish a battle and the ability to stop time didn't have a rival.

- You were quite sure that it was sentient, and there were moments when Star noticed you, affirming your suspicion.

"Oh my" he would appear out of nowhere when you entered Jotaro's studio, he was totally immersed in the papers in his hands, not noticing that his stand was getting near to you with curiosity, "hi there, Star" you would put your hand on their cheek, the stand closing it's eyes at the contact.

"What is it?" Now Jotaro was looking at you both, Star disappeared at that moment, "do you need help?" you wouldn't tell him, he would feel embarrassed of having so little control over himself (it was his own fault after not training his stand for years), so you changed the topic showing the reason why you got there to begin with.

"No, I just found your pen"

- Star Platinum was sentient, that is what you believed, and you also had the heavy theory that it was because Jotaro bottle up many things inside of him, so his stand showed what he couldn't, but it also showed everything that was related to his abilities multiplied tenfold, like the crazy strength or the excellent eyesight.

- That one time with the crazy shit of Alessi you noticed that Star could smile, in an... interesting way to say the least, showing all his teeth and an intense gaze.

- From time to time Star would change his usual estoic face, if Jotaro was enjoying something he would smile, if he was in the verge of laughter or extreme satisfaction, which was pretty rare, Star would show a big, and a little scary, smile.

"I mean, he does looks like you when you guys lost your shit back with the sun stand" you would never let him forget that, and he would never forget how embarrassed he felt when he noticed your horrified expression when he finally could compose himself.

"Give me a break, you also found it funny" he tried to cover his face with his hat, but you took his face in your hands, you could see his eyes looking at another place and his cheeks a little red.

"Nope, I was horrified, totally traumatized that you three just started laughing like crazy when we all almost died" and now you laughed at his angry expression.

- In your now normalized life you almost never called your stand, with Jotaro was the same, but there would be moments that Star appeared out of nowhere, a result of Jotaro not even using Star and leading to his poor performance with his stand.

"pepper, where is the pepper?" Jotaro was just doing dinner, he just felt at ease, and then he felt like he was touching something, but he didn't have anything in his hands, and then the feeling of being surrounded by something almost made him lost his grip on the frying pan, he called for his stand, who was being hugged by you at that moment.

"I couldn't resist it, you get angry if I disturb you and he was just here" you were saying that but didn't let go of the stand.

- Jotaro knew that you didn't use All Love often, mainly because it's eyes were too sensible to the light, it was pain to have such a ability in the middle of the dessert with all the sun, but it helped in the night.

- So he wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed when he found his stand next to yours, he heard that you were mumbling in your sleep, he was still up doing a paper, and now he noticed that your stand was out.

- All Love was big, sharp and twisted fangs, claws, totally black with little luminescent blue sprayed in it's body, big blue eyes that reflected the light, anyone that crossed paths with it could be scared of such a monster, but he didn't even bat an eye.

- Well, in reality it did scare him when he got to share rooms with you for the first time, but you didn't need to know that.

"Is it a nightmare again?" Your stand didn't said anything, just blinking and looking at him, you moved again, sweat on your forehead, "it's okay, I will take care of it from here" he then took place next to you, and your stand understood, disappearing shortly after.

- Jotaro never told you that when you were back in the dessert how good and also how bad your stand was, since the fact that you would scream when the sun got to it's eyes or the fact that All Love could inflict wounds and pain to any enemy near to you, but it also needed that those same injuries were inflicted in you first, and if you fainted due to the pain then your stand would fight for at least 5 minutes before disappearing, if that happened then the wounds would remain in you.

- And, yeah, that's how you ended up scarred.

- Jotaro lost count of how many times he found you in near death experiences, even ending with him accepting the wounds on you in order to safe your life.

"What were you thinking?!" You were bleeding, bad, your eye was almost out of it's place.

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90 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de noviembre de 2022

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What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

Warnings: Heart breakdown, Unrequited feelings, character´s death, spoilers

Jonathan Joestar

The one that held you dearly and loved but not in a romantic way

- Both born from noble families with business involved, both born with a golden spoon on the mouth.

- Jonathan was always the kind and golden star child that everyone knew that was going to have only happiness in his life, you were the crashed little girl with a pompous dress bigger than your body that maybe was going to be a beauty because you were little and for your lineage.

-Then you weren't as beautiful as other expected and Jonathan was what everyone expected.

- He was there for you when the other kids were cruel, he was there for you when your mother didn't show the same care and attention that she showed your sisters, all great beauties, or your father with your brother.

- He was there for you, low and below, in those tender and hard years of childhood.

- Jonathan was bounded to someone, you learned that from a book, for every prince there was a princess, he had a princess somewhere.

- So, with your 6 year old self, you wished him good luck with his love while your love and heart were buried underground by your own tiny hands to spare you a bigger pain in the future, just like the books said: princess were beautiful, gentle and sweet, you were nothing like that description.

- It did help when a certain blond girl appeared, Jonathan was in cloud nine after been with her only for a day, meanwhile you only cleaned the new revolver that you father gifted you the other day.

- And then there were some... strange events that you didn't even have the energy to try to give a proper reason, but in the bat of the eye Jonathan was already married and boarding a cruise to his honeymoon with his loved wife.

"I'm worried about you" he was always so concerned for you, from the moment you got your first gun to the moment you survived all the strange events.

"You are only gone for a few weeks, I will survive" you never told him that you have been recently seen a man, the son of a business partner of your father on Norway, he was decent, he was kind and funny to be with, sometimes kind of strange when he was talking to a wall with that curious red book on his hands.

- You wanted to invite him to your wedding, be the best man of your groom if possible, because he wasn't a social person but you knew that they would get along.

- You were the first one to be there to welcome Erina when she finally arrived to the port, a baby in her arms and another on her womb.

- You promised to Jonathan's empty coffin that you and your husband would help her to overcome all.

Joseph Joestar

The one that was too late to notice

- You didn't have much options to be honest, Joseph was always on the top of the world and he used it to his benefit in some occasions.

- You were born the same year in the same household, both of your grannies best friends, the Joestar household was warm, something interesting to do at any time because 1) Joseph always had this strange never ending energy inside of him and he always put the both of you on trouble, 2) you always had the red magical book of your grandfather, sometimes he would lend it to you or it would appear on your hands from thin air when you wanted it, 3) your big imaginary friend was always there for you doing metal trinkets.

"You are seriously a weird one" Joseph was such a pest sometimes, specially when he caught you with some strange little metallic thing on hands and saying thank you to the nothing.

"Says the guy who uses some kind of weird magic to open a soda"

"Ripple, it's called ripple!" How strange that such a name was on your grandfather's book, with something related to the sun and other things that you didn't understand.

- One thing lead to other, before you noticed you and Joseph were in Italy and you saw the handsomest man that you have ever seen.

"He is hot" it was a mere whisper, but Joseph heard it, he thought that you were talking about him and his new outfit, he did a weird pose in order to still had your attention, but he noticed that your eyes weren't on him.

You were seeing that Italian bubble guy bastard jerk of Caesar.

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Hey, i was wondering if you could write headcanons of Jonathan, Dio, Joseph, Jotaro, and Kakyoin with a black ready. It's okay if you don't want to!

Ahhhhhh my first request!!! Of course, i would love to!

btw im so sorry this took forever

❗️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR PARTS 2-4

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Jojos + Dio Brando/DIO + Kakyoin with a Black s/o

Jonathan

Would be an absolute gentleman as always

Will also spoil you constantly with whatever you wanted or needed

Compliments on how radiant your skin is on a daily basis

Protects you against anyone who is disrespectful towards you

I feel like his father wouldn’t approve since this is the 1800s 😳

but Jonathan doesnt give a fuck he’d marry you regardless

Lovely picnics with him are an absolute must

Women are genuinely jealous you pulled him

Rub it in their faces tbh

You are a queen/king that pulled an amazing man

Dio also tries to take you away from him just to spite him

That didnt end well and got his ass handed to him

Overall genuinely he would love you with all his heart

DIO

Rude to you constantly tbh

Like honestly you probably doubt him 24/7

But fear not

He really does love you

But probably not as much as you love him

Would spoil you a bit

Usually you are just stuck in the palace with him, but he definitely wont hesitate to kill a minion if they get too close to you

Enyaba is mega jealous af

but DIO makes sure she doesnt do anything you

Read to him

He loves it so much

I KNOW Vanilla Ice’s gay ass is also jealous

Sex is a must cause honestly he’s such a hornball

The closest thing to a date you guys would have is reading together or you reading to him in silence

Probably with him before he stole jonathans body

Joesph

You met while you were corned by the police with smokey

Immediately fell in love with your headstrong but goofy personality and beautiful skin

You show him around New York

His recklessness causes a strain on your relationship tho

lots of arguments about

but fear not you both love each other dearly

You went with him to Italy

Suzie Q is a little jealous

Though he is jealous of Caesar flirting with you

Makeouts! i swear hes a horndog himself 🤷🏾‍♀️

FEED

HIM

honestly he needs some of that black food himself cause damn i know some food can be dry 😒

He probably also cheats on you (Josuke)

But he again genuinely loves you

So hopefully you guys stay together

Jotaro

Jotaro is definitely a hard one to get

You two most likely started dating during the trip to Egypt

When you two get together please patient with him

He’s not good with affection in public or probably in private either

I think he’d let you lead with giving affection till he gets the hand of it

Both him and star won’t hesitate to protect you

You constantly worry about his safety during the trip and vise versa

Surpise

Kisses

Be willing to listen to him talk about marine biology

Honestly cook for him he loves it

If you die during the Egypt trip he will be devastated and have a hard time moving on

If you survive, he will be happy and want to be with you forever

Kakyoin

Started during the Egypt trip as well

Tbh i honestly think both Jotaro and Kakyoin like you

But you chose Kakyoin

As long as youre happy, Jotaro is (But he will ora the shit out of Kakyoin if he makes you upset)

You guys sit next to each other druing every car trip

and whenever its his turn to drive, you sit in the passenger seat next to him

If youre into gaming omfg

Talking abt gaming a lot

When kakyoin goes against D’arby’s brother

cheer him on!

When he loses you try

You almost win but still lose

At least ur dolls together 🥺

You watched him fling into the water tower

It felt as if time slowed down and you were slowly losing half of yourself

You are one of the surviving members

and you are completely devastated

Honestly those 50 days

were the best days of your life 😢