#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]

His Favorite Out of Them All

Jonathan x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Adultery, smut, slurs mention, discrimination, racism ( it's the 1800s we're talking bout idk what you expect), degrading, Dio being Dio

Song: Body Party by Ciara

You were pinned against the wall heavy breaths escaping your mouth, feeling the rough hands of the person you served for carefully undoing your outfit, the reek of alcohol wrapped around your nostrils. This was wrong. This could get you fired. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Your eye darts around the room and your stomach feel butterflies, you'd never thought this was the way your virginity would get taken. How did it even get to this point?

You were hired to serve the Joestars not too long ago, your parents were stoked to hear that you were going to be working for them and put you under strict training to make sure you wouldn't fuck up and ruin their family name as if it wasn't already difficult enough for them to make ends meet, this was an opportunity you couldn't fumble on.

Meeting the Joestars was a huge deal. Picking you up from your old-run-down house that was somewhat stable enough, George Joestar was surprisingly polite allowing you to hug your parents one last time before being escorted to the horse and buggy. The trip felt long, hearing your heartbeat, sitting in silence, and tightening up your posture to impress the man in front of you. Upon arriving there he promised you "If you ever need anything let me know.". He introduced you to his 2 sons, Dio and Jonathan before letting you see the rest of your employees.

But working there for the first 4 months was a living hell. Your workmates wouldn't listen to you for help, purposefully making a mess and pinning it on you to clean it up, and oh let's not forget about the slurs they would say without a shame in the world. Not only that, they would comment on your features. Plumpy lips? Gross. Slightly bigger thighs? Lose some weight. An ass not small like theirs? What a cow. It didn't help that Dio, a guy you were also serving, would encourage their behavior to a degree. He'd tease you about the things the women would mention, enjoying the sight of you on the verge of tears. You had to power through it, you didn't have an option. Would you rather go back to living in a rust of a house or resume working with these terrible people? Thought so.

It was the week when the Joestars won the rugby game for their school, to celebrate, their father held a party at the infamous mansion. A busy week indeed, you worked your ass off ignoring the offensive comments your co-workers would say, your main focus was to get it over with and head back to your room. On the day of the party, the living room was packed, giving you much anxiety to the point where your arms were numb. "You! Fetch me a drink and a cheese platter, will you!?" "Yes, sir." Just stay calm and serve the rich white folks, they'd leave you alone! You thought to yourself. Mama always told you to appease the higher-ups if you don't wanna be thrown behind bars over something so small.

You walked around and see the man himself, Jonathan, stumbling on the stairs. "Be careful, sir!" you hurried over and helped him to get to the top, he was quite heavy, but you had the strength to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall over. "Room...my bedroom, please." you slowly took the Joestar over to his bedroom and closed the door behind you two. "Mr. Joestar, are you alright—" his big two hands pinning you against the wall, catching you off guard but your fight or flight instincts kicked in. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I would never understand why people tear your kind down..." his thumb caressing your cheek before bringing his face closer to yours. "You deserve someone who can give you what you need, not just money..." "Sir, I—" Before you could finish speaking, he pushed his tongue against your lips and tasted you. His tongue moved inside, licking and sucking on your lower lip, your cheeks, and neck until his fingers reached your shirt.

As if you couldn't breathe for a second, you held onto him feeling your legs getting shaky. The room abruptly became smaller, you couldn't focus on anything other than Jonathan, his warm breath, the way his eyes glistened under the lighting of the lamps, and the soft touch of his fingertips against your hips. As soon as he felt that your body relaxed, he kissed you deeply. He began to undo your uniform, the once knot behind you was now gone as it began to slowly slip off your shoulders. Jonathan's hand traveled down, stopping for a second at your waist before he started to kiss more fervently down your chest. The feeling of lust mixed with a sense of anxiety, apprehension that this would all end up in a disaster.

Your uniform was now on the floor. Jonathan couldn't help but stare at you, the way your white bra and panties were hugging you. The way you glowed in the dimmed room, what an extraordinary sight. Your heart beat rapidly, beating so hard you thought you might pass out right then and there. With no words left to say, he picked you up bridal style, the smell of your vanilla scent intoxicating. He carried you into his bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. One of his hands ran down your thigh, your skin hot under his hand. Another hand trailed along your body, your back arched slightly as he rubbed his thumbs against your breasts. He brought his lips next to your ear whispering, "You're so beautiful…" "Sir…" you breathed out quietly.

So suddenly, he began to rub your clit through the fabric before rubbing your walls too. This sensation, this overpowering feeling, was driving you nuts. "Sir, you...you're engaged..!!" You let out a low moan when you felt him rub faster, and harder, you could barely handle it anymore. Your panties were now off and as well as your bra, laying naked in front of Jonathan. "(Y/N), my woman," Jonathan's voice turned husky, a bit rough and rough sounding as if he had been smoking for hours. Taking off his clothes, he placed them on the side of the bed, you looked at how well-defined his muscles were, and how he was hard as a rock. "Please tell me what you want, (Y/N)." "I want…a man like you," your voice was shaky but firm. "Please, sir, show me how you feel."

Oh, how painful it was at first. Like a shockwave went through your body feeling the tip ripped through your hymen. He reassured you, adjusting to his size and whatnot. After a few minutes, he began to move, little by little all of him was going inside of you. It took several tries for him to finally hit the spot you needed. "Oh god..!" you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth. You felt his pace increase, you weren't used to this type of pleasure and his thrusts made you weak in the knees. Jonathan moved your hand away "Let me hear your voice dear, I doubt the guests can hear you scream with the music blasting in the hall." Jonathan was sloppy, he began to get cocky. He pulled out before flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before shoving it back in, making you scream "JONATHAN!" The 6'5 male kept slamming into you, the sight of your ass jiggling each time he trusted drove him insane, something he couldn't get from Erina.

It was almost like he wanted to punish her.

With each thrust you took Jonathan grew angrier, you were still screaming into the sheets as he entered you again, he pulled out, slamming himself back in harshly, pushing you so far past your limits he broke through, your whole body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. Leaning over, he grabbed your breasts and started to play around with them roughly, making sure that you knew he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him.

"You're taking me so well," he praised you, kissing you on the neck. Your pussy was being punished by his aggressive, throbbing cock. "Sir, I think I'm going to cum!!" you whined, your head thrown back, your teeth biting the pillow. "Do it then, love, come on," Jonathan ordered. Your pussy squeezing tightly around the tip of his cock. "Yes yes darling," Jonathan continued to thrust violently while his hand continued to slap your ass, causing the vibrations to send tremors throughout your body. Juices falling out and finally climaxing, you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy.

Stars. You were seeing stars as you stared at the ceiling of the room. You looked around and see Jonathan cleaning your body up with a wet rag. What an amazing experience but you couldn't help but feel regret rising in you. "Why the sour look?" Jonathan asked you, wiping off your stomach with a towel. "I uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that you're engaged and—" "We don't have to talk about it," Jonathan assured you. "What?" "Listen, (Y/N), you're my main focus right now. Erina doesn't have to know. Sure, we're having a bit of issues here and there but trust me, I wanted you ever since you came here." he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose in his hair. Jonathan was so sweet, loving even. How was it possible for him to be in such a position of power?

He kissed the side of your face, softly pressing your lips together. "You are the most captivating woman I've ever caught a glimpse of, and I promise to always adore you. That's something that I'll do with my whole life."

[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!

[mrsjoestarinpart1]

Jonathan Joestar slow burn

NOT FINISHED!!! Black reader friendly

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. Your thoughts began racing, did Jojo really like you and when did he see you. As you began walking towards the door Mr. Joestar opened the doors revealing a well dressed and fine Jonathan standing next to him. You almost fell to your knees, he looked even better up close. Soon you felt something wet on the back of you leg, you were instantly snapped out of your trance. There was Danny rubbing up on your leg as if he had known you his entire life. You headed towards the door, when you go to the living rook you saw these high ceilings and beautiful walls. Soon Jonathan walked towards you, you stood still, was he really gonna talk to you, and does he know how long you have been watching him. ''Do you need me to grab anything (y/n)?'' He knew your name?! ''Uhh no I got it I've been doing this all day. 

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 of 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. 

Well here you were. Sitting next to Jonathan on his room's balcony eating sliced peaches. The sun began setting and birds were singing a slow nice melody. ‘’I wanna keep this.’’ You turn  to Jonathan confused, ‘’Keep what Jojo, we just properly met today.’’ ‘’ I know, I know, but I really love you even though we just met I feel like I have known you my entire life.’’ Jonathan wasn’t making eye contact, but you could tell he was blushing and genuine. ‘’Well you know WE aren’t kinda allowed to be together.’’ A tear fell down your face. Why was it that the man you loved just happened to be white? ‘’We are gonna run away. If not today, then this week, and if not this week, then this month, and well by then I wouldn’t give you an option anymore I would just take you away!’’

[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." 

[azxremoon]

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code geass : lelouch vi britannia, suzaku kururugi, euphemia li britannia, jeremiah gottwald, cc.

final fantasy : cloud strife, tifa lockhart, reno, rude, tseng, sephiroth, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley, zack fair, noctis lucis caelum, prompto argentum, gladiolus amicitia, ignis scientia, lunafreya nox fleuret, ardyn izunia, nyx ulric.

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jojo’s bizarre adventure : jonathan joestar, dio / dio brando, joseph joestar, giorno giovanna, bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, guido mista, jolyne kujo, foo fighters, narciso anasui.

jujutsu kaisen : satoru gojo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, yuta okkotsu, aoi todo.

legend of zelda : tp + botw/totk link, totk ganon, botw + totk zelda, rauru, sonia, sidon, revali, mipha.

nier : 2b, 9s, a2, brother nier, kaine.

persona 5 : akira kurusu, goro akechi, ann takamaki, ryuji sakamoto, yusuke kitagawa, “kasumi” yoshizawa, takuto maruki, sae niijima.

yu-gi-oh! : yugi muto, seto kaiba, joey wheeler, jaden yuki, jesse anderson, yubel, chazz princeton, aster phoenix.

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anything relating to harming oneself in any form.

drug-use.

original characters x canon.

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cheating (on reader, or by reader)

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the reader is always gender neutral or female with ambiguous anatomy, unless stated otherwise.

reader will use she / her or they / them, but also may be written in the second person.

appearance, race, and culture are always excluded to include everyone.

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accepted personalization examples are, but not limited to: a shy!reader, stand user!reader, phantom thief!reader, introverted!reader, idol!reader, reader who wears glasses, tall / short!reader.

[the-cooler-kira]

Talking To The Moon || Dio Brando x Reader

cw: female reader, unedited

summary: dio comes across a girl in the middle of the night and quickly becomes fond of her.

a/n: this is pretty short but there are barely any fics of pre-vampire part 1 dio... also yay double post

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It was a unusually freezing summer night, faraway iron lamps and the lights left on in the Joestar mansion were barely enough to let Dio navigate his way through the dark countryside.

Clouds drifted by, finally revealing the moon and illuminating his path. He unknowingly let out a silent sigh of relief. As confident and brave as he was, he didn't exactly favour being in the dark.

He usually went on late night walks to clear his mind or if he wanted some quiet time, away from the chaos that was George and Jonathan Joestar. This time, however, was different.

This time, he noticed you sitting by the river with your knees up to your chest while staring directly above you into the vast night sky, littered with stars. Was this the first time you had sat here? Why are you sat outside in the freezing cold night? Who are you?

Your sudden presence enticed him: there was something about you that made him want to get to know you on a personal level.

As he approached you cautiously, he took note of the starstruck expression you wore. An almost child-like wonder. Still. Why were you out here all alone?

"Excuse me, madame?" Dio called out quietly, only just getting your attention. You didn't respond verbally, but you looked in the direction the voice came from. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am." You smiled back at him as he felt a pang of an unfamiliar emotion in his chest.

"May I ask what is a lady such as yourself doing outside late by herself?" He asked, approaching you slowly. You seemed harmless, but there's always the possibility of this being a trap.

"So many questions," you sighed instead of answering. "What does it look like I'm doing?" You smiled and asked rhetorically.

Oh. Oh wow. He likes you. He definitely likes you: you treat him like a person, an equal. Instead of being forced upon a pedestal by the locals or harshly judged by the filthy rich upper class, you treated him like a person and talked to him like a friend.

"I'm just curious, my dear. This is the first time I've seen a woman out by herself in the dead of night." He smirked, getting even closer to you.

"My dear?" You echoed, "that's new."

"New? We don't even know each other."

"Very true, but the only person to call me that was my grandmother," you chuckled and looked up at him.

He was close enough so you could get a decent look at his surprisingly stunning features. His ruby eyes glimmered the same way the river did in the moonlight, his blonde hair soft, and most of his pale complexion covered by his soft black coat.

"What's your name?" He inquired, snapping you out of your thoughts, eyes gazing at you like a hawk.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)." You answered in a cheery tone.

"What a beautiful name." He remarked, tilting his head to the side.

"Thank you." You stretched your hand for him to take, to sit next to you as you continued to admire the night sky. "What is your name?"

"Dio Brando," he answered as he sat down.

"Handsome name for a handsome man," you whispered but he still heard it, and this remark took him by surprise. Had it been any brighter you would've seen the incredibly subtle blush that formed on his face.

"Why thank you, my dear."

The two of you sat there for a couple hours, Dio didn't realise how long he had been gone from the mansion but he didn't care. Spending his time sitting by the moonlit river and getting to know you was completely worth it. It was mainly you talking about yourself, considering he doesn't like to talk about his background.

Eventually, the moon had disappeared into the horizon and he turned to you, suggesting that he should walk you home as it can be dangerous for you to go by yourself.

"Sure, although we don't live too far away. We live in a modest farm house across the river over there!" You explained as you pointed and stood up.

"You don't live too far away from me then, good to know." He noted.

"Wait what?"

"I live over there." He pointed at the Joestar mansion. But he said his last name was Brando?

Shaking your head, you decide not to question and take his arm that he offered for you to hold.

"Shall we?"

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boku no hero academia [m.list]

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 12. Picture This

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: 1,877

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

You picked up the photo, peering into its darkened surface as an image slowly came into focus. It was.... you? The photo showed you sitting on the couch with Learco looking over your shoulder. You slowly turned your head to see the he was indeed right behind you. Honestly, you had forgotten he was even there. So, what was Hermit Purple trying to tell you? Learco hadn't seemed like much of a threat so far. Had you misjudged him?

Before you could make any kind of protest Jotaro took the photo from you. He stared at it confused before handing it back. Jotaro looked annoyed and perhaps a bit disappointed.

"It was a good try. You should go home kid, its getting late." Could he not...see what you were seeing? It somewhat made sense given neither Jotaro nor Joseph mentioned the anomaly in the picture.

"Can I keep this?" you asked, holding up the photo.

"Sure. Go ahead." Jotaro shrugged. You carefully folded it and slipped it in your pocket.

You thanked Jotaro and Mr. Joestar for their time before meeting Jaya back in the hallway.

"How'd it go?" She asked as you walked out of the room.

"I found out a whole lot of nothing." You took out the photo and handed it over to Jaya, "Can you see anything in this picture? Anything unusual?"

"It just looks like a picture of you with a black background." She said, handing the photo back.

"I was worried you'd say that." You mumbled, examining the photo and running your thumb over where Learco was. "I'm starting to think all this stuff is driving me crazy." You put the photo away again. "Maybe I'm just seeing things."

"I guess this is where we go into a life lesson about how 'you are the key to your own power'?" Jaya joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I should probably focus on what happened with Tim today anyways." You sighed.

"There might not be any school tomorrow because of the electrical problems. What are you planning to do?"

"I'm not sure yet." You admitted as the two of you neared Jaya's flat.

"Let me know if I can help with anything." Jaya lightly pat your back. "Good luck Jojo."

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"Well that went just great, wouldn't you say so?" Learco griped as you walked home. Ignoring him, you thought about the photo again. You had given Learco the benefit of the doubt thus far, would he tell you more about himself if you asked? At the moment you were having trouble deciding if it was a mistake to let him stick around in the first place.

"Just give me the rundown on what happened with Tim earlier. You did see the whole thing, right?"

"Oh that. Like I said, it was pretty pitiful to watch. His stand doesn't look too tough, it wrapped itself around you. Once you were knocked out it started going around shocking everyone in sight. A little while later Timmy ran off somewhere." Learco explained as he lazily floated by your side.

"Timmy?" You asked, looking over to Learco, confused. "That's a rather....endearing nickname."

"It's not supposed to be." Learco rolled his eyes.

"Hang on." Finally you were putting two and two together. Blake and a few other people around school called Tim by that nickname. "You didn't bully him before, did you?"

"Call it whatever you want." Learco waved nonchalantly.

"So you did bully him." You stared at Learco in disappointment, but he avoided your gaze.

"You can't tell me he's not an easy target. I stopped messing with him because he's low hanging fruit." Learco gradually started moving ahead of you. It may have been your imagination, but it seemed like he wanted to brush past the topic.

"And you don't feel bad about that?" You continued, not entirely sure what you wanted Learco to admit. He glanced back at you for a moment, a glimmer of remorse behind his eyes.

"In between the two of us?" Learco turned away from you. "Maybe.... Maybe I regret it." His transparent shoulders sagged a bit as he kept moving ahead of you. There was definitely something lurking under Learco's surface that you hadn't noticed before. "Or maybe I don't." Learco's inflection sounded angry now. "Who knows." He spat. Whatever it was Learco was trying to cover up, it didn't seem he would share with you anytime soon. The more you spoke with Learco, the more confusing his character became.

You stopped for a moment, watching carefully as the ghost floated ahead. Perhaps at first you doubted your instinct that he wasn't a bad guy, but now you were starting to see Learco's true colors. You weren't going to try digging any further into Learco's problem for now, but you still needed to know about his relationship with Tim.

"Just out of curiosity." You ran to catch up with Learco. "What made Tim so...easy to hassle? Especially recently."

"Plenty of things. Guy's a complete weirdo. Always secretive, pompous, and quiet. He carries around a notebook like- religiously. I swear one time I saw that thing had a hit list in it or something."

"A notebook?"

"Oh, yeah. He didn't have it with him today..." You stopped in your tracks when the pieces came together in your head. "Which is actually pretty weird." Learco continued. "I don't think I've ever seen him without it..." He trailed off, watching curiously as you started running. "Hey! What's your hurry?!" He yelled, but you didn't slow down to answer. There were some scraps of paper sitting on your desk at home that you desperately needed to investigate. Learco didn't follow as you left.

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After giving your mother a very brief greeting, you made a beeline to your room. The other night when you saw Tim at the boardwalk you found several papers. You kept them out of curiosity but now you were realizing their importance. Carefully, you laid them out in front of you. They had been soaked so most were damaged beyond recognition, but there were a few that were salvageable. Spread across the pages you found lyrics, notes, poems, and other various small windows into a very creative mind. You knew Tim had a passion for music, but not like this. All of Tim's writing had a solemn and lonely undertone. Only now were you realizing that Tim's solitary personality may have been a result of other people's actions. After reading over a few more of the pages you came across one very different from the rest. It looked like a mix of a diary entry and poetry of some kind.

'Monsters. They pick and prod at my sides, leaving me defenseless at every turn. They're vultures, all of them. Every. Last. One. If I could do something, I would.

They steal, they lie, and worst of all, they pretend to care.

If just one person could show them, they aren't so high and mighty, maybe things would change. If I could steal what they love, like they did to me, I would.

I still can't believe they stole it, those brutes thew it into the janitor's cleaning cart. I had a year's worth of work in that book. I have this new one, but it isn't the same. It never will be.

I'll get my revenge, one way or another.'

Your eyes lingered on the message. Despite the exclusive use of pronouns, you were able to make some semblance of what was meant. Tim was planning something, even before he got his powers. You had a feeling it had to do with the football team. As cliché as it may seem, the sports players at your school were infamous for ganging up on other students. Of course, not all of them were bad, but even you had been harassed a few times. Football season was long over, so he couldn't be planning to sabotage a game or anything. Your school's team was one of the best in the county, in fact they won the championship earlier in the year. The different possibilities swirled around in your head before finally clicking together.

You ran to the phone in your living room.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered.

"I know where Tim's planning to be tomorrow."

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Blake awoke to the sound of running water. He turned slightly on the ragged old couch to face his newest 'friend'. Keicho Nijimira stood at a nearby sink, meticulously cleaning an arrow, polishing its golden surface to a spotless shine. The two of them, along with a few others, were staying in an abandoned and isolated house on the outskirts of town. It was the one place a bunch of teens could conduct themselves without anyone questioning it.

"Remind me again why you shot Buggles with that thing?" Blake groaned, turning on his side to better face Keicho. The older boy didn't turn from his work. Keicho continued scrubbing the arrowhead, despite there being no visible impurities on the metal's surface.

"The arrow seeks out those who have the potential to be stand users." Keicho answered. "It was drawn to that boy."

"Whatever man." Blake laid back down on the couch, closing his eyes to go back to sleep. "Just do your thing somewhere else." He yawned "I need my beauty rest."

"How is Mr. Buggles doing?" Keicho asked, either unaware or ignoring Blake's annoyed glare.

"Martez has been spying on him." Blake sat up on the couch. "Apparently ol' Timmy is just using his power to torment other students." Blake paused, thinking to himself for a moment before saying anything else. "Speaking of Blaze, what's his deal? All the guy's done since I met him is sulk."

"He's distraught over his younger brother being in the hospital. He's not usually so emotional. Not visibly anyways." Keicho sighed, picking up a dry rag and using it to further clear the mirror like surface of the arrow. "I'm not sure what Y/n Jones's power is, but it did a number on Learco."

"Is that why you're so scared of Y/n?" Blake stretched out on the couch, watching Keicho fiddle with the arrow. "They don't know their own power. They can't possibly be that much of a problem." Keicho went rigid at that comment, quickly turning to Blake.

"Listen here you little welp. I've been all across the world looking for powerful stand users." There was anger in Keicho's tone, but the slightest bit of desparation hidden in his eyes. "I refuse to let anyone get in my way. I refuse to let even the tiniest threat slip past me."

"Cool." Blake said, truly unimpressed. "That still doesn't explain your interest in Y/n."

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Keicho placed the arrow on a nearby counter.

"Less your judgement, more your motive." Blake tutted nonchalantly as he stood and sauntered up to Keicho. Both teens ignored the clanking of chains and pained moans as they emanated from the next room.

"My motive doesn't matter." Keicho sighed. "Anyways, what if I'm interested in yours. You couldn't say yes fast enough when I offered to elevate you from a simple answer sheet thief. Have anything to say about that?" Blake grazed his finger over the golden arrow's surface, leaving behind a long smudge. Blake discreetly smirked at Keicho's growl of disapproval.

"Oh nothing..." Blake chuckled; having Know Your Enemy make a copy of the arrow appear in his hand. "I just wanna have some fun."

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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.

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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.

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❣︎No fudanshis or Fujoshi

❣︎No proshippers

❣︎No minor nsfw

❣︎No homophobia, transphobia, etc.

❣︎Don’t be fuckin racist

❣︎No oc x character & fem x m!reader

❣︎No incest

❣︎No vore

❣︎No teacher x student/pedophilia

• Shows & Characters I write for •

Stranger Things

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Mike Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Eddie Munson

Jonathan

Lucas Sinclair

One/Vecna/Henry

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

Eren Yeager

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Connie Springer

Erwin Smith

Marco Bodt

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Noritoshi Kamo

Yuta Okkotsu

Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Kento Nanami

Choso

Aoi Todo

Toge Inumaki

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

Takemitchi Hanagaki (Takemitchy)

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Chifuyu Matsuno

Izana Kurokawa

Keisuke Baji

Hajime Kokonoi (Koko)

Hakkai Shiba

Kazutora Hanemiya

Nahoya Kawata

Souya Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Taiju Shiba

Takashi Mitsuya

Takemoi Akashi

Wakasa Imaushi (Waka)

Shuji Hanma

Seishu Inui (Inupi)

Keizo Arashi (Benkei)

Demon slayer

Giyu Tomioka

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Gyomei Himejima

Tengen Uzui

Muchiro Tokito

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Zenitsu Agamatsu

Inosuke Hashibira

Genya Shinazugawa

Muzan Kibutsuji

Yushiro

Akaza

Douma

Kagaya Ubuyashiki

Enmu

Jojo Bizarre Adventure

Dio Brando

Giorno Giovanna

Josuke Higashikata

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Johnny Joestar

Noriaki Kakyoin

Guido Mista

Diavolo

Jotaro Kujo

Bruno Bucciarati

Enrico Pucci

Leone Abbacchio

Pannacotta Fugo

Black Butler

Sebastian Michaelis

Undertaker

Finnian

Bard

William T. Spears

Agni

Soma

Drossel Keinz

Alesiter Chamber

Ronald Knox

Genshin Impact

Kaeya

Chongyun

Diluc

Tartaglia (Childe)

Scaramouche

Xingqiu

Kazuha

Gorou

Itto

Bennet

Albedo

Ayato

Thoma

Xiao

Zhongli

Dainsleif

(More will be added eventually)

[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. 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Yandere! Jonathan x reader

Prompt: “Sweetie, don’t cry... they didn’t love you as much as I do. I’ll help you over the heartbreak.”

Description: You dearly loved your brother, so much so that, when he leaves this world... you don’t know what to do with your self in the wake of him. Johnathan Joestar tries to give you a chance; if only you had stayed oblivious, you might have been able to live a normal life...

Content Warning: Yandere, delusions, abuse of hamon/power, mentions of death (nothing explicit), mentions of murder but nothing is seen

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 2446

Notes: Accidentally writes a lot, as a treat. Again I feel like this is all over the place (and it might be I kept singing to my music while wiring so apologies if some spots just... don’t make sense). Did some very minor editing to this one!

Even here, in the pouring rain, dressed in black and crying your dear heart out before his grave, you couldn’t believe it. Your brother, your elder brother, had… he had really… Even now thinking about it brought fresh tears forth to you. He was the only family you had left in this world, the only person you had ever cared for and your only hope. He was the only person you ever really trusted…

In his life, your brother had been speaking with one Jonathan Joestar; heir to the Joestar estate and of course its grand wealth. Your brother had been an entrepreneur and Jonathan was going to be one of the first men to invest in his business. Things had truly been looking up for the two of you. But now that he was… gone… how would you be able to live alone? The measly sum you made at your job alone couldn’t come close to what you needed for your shared apartment… What would you do? What could you do without him?

“Miss?” You were barely caught from your thoughts from a familiar voice. In the thick rain, you saw a somewhat familiar figure. It was Jonathan himself, surprisingly enough. You had met him a few times briefly while he spoke with your brother but you hadn’t expected him to come, or to recognize you. “Miss _____, it’s not good for you to stay out in the rain in this… we can’t have you catching a cold.” He held his own umbrella over you, forgoing keeping himself dry.

“Oh, Mr. Joestar…” You didn’t bother to try to better you appearance in front of him. “M-my apologies but… I can’t bring myself to leave.” Your eyes drifted to your brothers grave again, to the short years he had lived. It all felt wrong, far too soon… “I appreciate your concern for me, however.”

“Please, love. I know it’s hard. I’ve faced heartbreak like this myself-- but he would want you to take care of yourself.” Jonathan drew your attention once more with his words. You knew he was right, but where you would go? To your apartment, where so many memories would flood your mind and bring you down their path of despair-- to a place that soon wouldn’t be yours at all?

“I… where will I go? I… can’t go home…” You hiccup, the thought too much for you as you cry anew.

“Come with me-- stay at my estate, at least until I can see to it that you’re alight.” He pleaded.

“Y-you would do that for me? I’m honored but sir…” You went to argue but Jonathan stopped you.

“Its the least I can do. Your brother was a good man, and a good friend at that. To do this for him, and for you, is my honor.” He bowed to you, causing heat to crawl on your face. You really weren’t worthy of such good will from him.

“I-if you insist, sir…” As any gentleman would, Jonathan lead you towards the awaiting carriage, helping you in before climbing in himself.

“And miss _____?” As the carriage began to move, Jonathan caught your attention once more. “Please, while staying with me, don’t be afraid to call me by name.” He smiled softly at you, a small kindness you needed on this drear day.

“I’ll um… try my best.” You know not what the future held for you. Perhaps, with Jonathan’s help, it didn’t have to be so bleak…

~*~

It had been about a week since your brothers funeral.

For the first day or so, you didn’t leave the room Jonathan supplied to you; you hardly ate, bathing became hard… really, sleeping was all you could bring yourself to do, if only to escape your newfound reality for a few hours. You likely would have continued on like that for a good time if not for Jonathan.

Of course, he was ever the gentlemen but it was he who helped you. He would sit and stay with you until he saw you ate at least some of your meals and even help you take care of yourself; he had helped you brush your hair and had even gone out of his way to find clothing to for you to change into. He was gentle, if not persistent in his effort to help you. It was hard for you to express just how much it meant to you that he was doing this.

However… it felt odd he would go through so much for you of all people. It didn’t make sense, and you couldn't help but remember to keep your wits about you.

It was once such times; Jonathan had insisted you join him out for tea in the afternoon. In the garden, with the sweet springtime sun on you it was almost hard to be sad. Still, there was much on your mind. Though your sadness had not quite run its course, you were thinking much more clearly than the previous days.

“Jonathan…” His name, spoken aloud, still felt foreign on your tongue. He seemed to brighten up when you called him by name, turning to give you his full attention from the view of his garden. “I… have troubling news.” You admitted. “I had my own suspicions but now I know for sure.” You swallowed thickly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the teacup you held.

“What is it?” He was the picture of worry; brow furrowed, small frown fit on his lips. It didn’t suit him, you thought, but this had to be shared.

“When I was arranging my brothers funeral I… was given a letter by his lawyer. Only yesterday did I have the strength to read it but…” You shake your head and close your eyes, looking away. Taking a deep breath you open your eyes again and meet Jonathan’s blue gaze.

“It’s dated hardly a month ago-- he was worried, Jonathan. Not only for himself but for me.” You're trembling now, trying your best to ignore the sting of tears that rush to your face. No one was really sure how he died, that’s what made the affair all the more tragic. His autopsy showed he died of an acute heart attack but that didn’t make sense-- he was a young man, fit in every sense of the word. You didn’t want to consider it at the time but after having read his letter…

“Are you in danger?” Jonathan looked more alert than ever, looking around the two of you as if the danger was immanent now.

“I-I should be okay, I’m with you right now…” Jonathan seemed to visibly calm at that, waiting for you to continue. “In the letter he talks of how he feared our family was being targeted…” You sniffled. “He didn’t want to worry me but… things had been going missing. Important things-- his notebooks, his notes… which would make sense if someone was after his work, right? B-but not only that… my things had gone missing as well. A hairbrush I swore I merely misplaced, the make up I had gotten from our mother before she passed… all personal things.” You frowned looking to him. “He… he really thought someone wanted me. I… Jonathan, he claims he was murdered.” You whimper.

“Murdered?” He gasps. “Oh _____….” He reaches over the table, placing his larger hands over yours in comfort. “I know he was your brother… and I by no means mean to offend… but he was a little eccentric.” You yank your hands back by his words.

“Jonathan, do you hear yourself?” You sniffle. “He was the smartest man I knew-- if he thought something was amiss, so close to when he died, then I know it to be the truth.”

He has a look on his face that you can’t quite place. It makes you feel weird-- but you quash the feeling for more pressing matters. “I had hoped I could have your help in this endeavor but if you’re going to--” he cuts you off.

“Wait, wait!” He sighs and looks away a moment. “I apologize for my words. It was rude of me to say that and discount his words… if you truly believe that he was murdered, I’ll gladly help you find his killer.” He’s frowning, though. He sounds genuine but…

“Thank you for your apology…” You heave a sigh. “I’m afraid I’ll to have cut this tea time short, though. Thank you for having me.” Quite abruptly you stand from the table. Jonathan is quick to follow.

You can't help but be a little suspicious of him now.

“_____, please, don’t be like this.” He’s easily able to catch up to you due to his sheer size. Your suddenly aware of just how small you are compared to him. You quicken your pace to try and get him to leave you alone but its no use-- this is his estate after all.

“Actually, after some consideration, I don’t think I’ll be needing your help Jonathan. And while your hospitality has been generous, I think I should be returning to my own apartment now.” Your words are curt and straight to the point. You’re beginning to remember why you only ever trusted your brother. You had let yourself get too comfortable with Jonathan.

“I can’t let you do that! It’s dangerous for a woman to be alone in the world!” He’s in front of you now, handsome face all but pouting. “Please, reconsider.” He’s pleading. You’re only growing more suspicious and he can see that. “Didn’t you yourself say someone might be after you?” He adds.

“I’m beginning to think the real danger is staying here with you.” You claim boldly. “Let me ask you, Mr. Joestar…” The cold facade you’ve suddenly taken with Jonathan doesn’t sit well with him. Everything was quickly spiraling out of his control…

“Why were you so interested in my brothers work? How did you even come to know about him?” He’s frozen as you interrogate him.

“I just wanted to help…” He starts, but starts. “Do you really think I’m capable of such a thing, _____?” He speaks so softly, looks at you so earnestly, even you doubt yourself for a second. But you stay strong. You can’t be sure.

“I don’t know-- I really don’t know all that well after all, Mr. Joestar.” You move past him to the entrance of the estate. Leaving shouldn’t be a problem as you have precious few things to your name, at least here. All you need is to bring that letter with you, and begin the arduous process of finding the precious few clues that might lay in wait about your brothers killer…

You're surprised to find Jonathan leaves you alone as you head for the room you had called yours for your stay here. The first thing you do is go for the letter you had left on the bed and secured it. You hardly even care for anything else you may have here, only fueled now by revenge-- your brother didn’t just die. He was murdered, and you would have vengeance.

So caught up in those thoughts, you didn’t even hear the door open and someone slip it. It was only when you ran into them and nearly fell did you realize you were not alone. Jonathan had, once again, come to try and speak to you.

“Can I help you?” Uncaring if you sound rude now, you take a step back as you speak to him, only for Jonathan to catch your wrist.

“_____… you know, you’re a lot like your brother.” He moves in closer. He’s holding you in a crushing grip that you find you can’t escape. He either doesn’t know his own strength or he doesn’t want you to get away-- both thoughts are equally as terrifying.

“Pardon?” You still struggle in his grip, despite the bruise you know will bloom on your forearm.

“You’re awfully smart. But… sadly, the both of you underestimated me.” He has this pittying look on his face as realization washes over you.

“It was you! What did you do to him? You killed my brother!” You’re still trying to break free of his grasp, tears are blurring your eyes as you’re hitting him to no effect with your free hand. “W-what did you do to my big brother? Tell me! Tell me!” Your openly sobbing now.

“He’s… he’s dead… why? Why?” You’re growing weaker, it’s getting harder to fight back. For some reason, Jonathan is glowing, brighter than the springtime sun the two of you were basking in not even ten minutes before.

You’re so tired all the sudden but you can’t give up. But all you can do is cry, collapse on to his chest and weakly cling to his clothing. “He was my everything…”

“Sweetie, don’t cry…” Vaguely, you can feel him carding his fingers though your hair. You don’t have the energy to stop him. You thought your tears had dried with how much crying you had done in the past week but here they are, revived anew with the truth unveiled before you. “He didn’t love you as much as I do. I’ll help you over the heartbreak. I have been, haven’t I?” He coos.

“Love me? You call that love?” Even this tired, you have the energy to antagonize Jonathan. “You took the only person I cared about from me. I-I’ll never forgive you!” You take a deep breath and sniffle, trying to collect yourself. Try to get away from him. But this is just what he wanted-- for you to be trapped within his arms. This was his game from the start, wasn’t it?

“Of course I love you.” Even faced with your weak struggling, his voice remains calm. Collected-- gentle even. He’s treating you more like a toddler having a tantrum than anything. “Just give it time dear, you’ll see this is for the best.” You find its getting harder to breathe, as if the air around you is being taken. You’re so tired, you’re so angry. But you can’t do anything-- you found out the truth far, far too late.

“Why… me?” You can’t stop him as he scoops you into his strong arms. You’re hardly coherent at this point, tired from the crying and whatever Jonathan has done to you.

Why did he have to cause you all this heartbreak?

“I couldn’t tell you to be honest… I just knew, when I saw you, you were the one.” His lackluster reply doesn’t satisfy you as you fall into a restless sleep.

You knew it wouldn’t-- a madman couldn’t explain his delusions.