#jonathan joestar x gn reader

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: being intimate with Jonathan Joestar

characters: Jonathan Joestar, gender neutral reader

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

��.the warm glow of a fireplace being the only source of light in a dark room.

You’re lying on the plush rug surrounded by soft blankets and pillows.

And Jonathan is on top of you as you make love.

He’s slow and sensual in his movements.

The only sound is the crackle of the fireplace and of both your moans of pleasure.

He’s strong and powerful with his thrusts, but ever aware not to hurt you.

You marvel at how such a gorgeous behemoth of a man can be so gentle and tender.

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

He calls you his beloved.

He calls you his angel.

You’ve never felt more wonderful.

Never felt so adored and cherished as when he finally falls apart and moans your name into the night.

[sl33paholics]

Forever Banished In The Shadows

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

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

He should've been stronger.

He should've been wiser.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jonathan felt trapped. Well, he is.

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

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

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

It felt wrong. JoJo was frightened of himself.

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

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

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

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

The answer, Jonathan knew, was very soon.

It had started with his lover.

[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!

[rynfushiguro14]

Been getting real deep into jjba🤭🤭just wondering who knows where all the GOOD Jotaro fics are, be it spicy, fluff, or crack😔🤞sugar daddy dynamics are also very needed! Help a fellow jotaro lover out

And if you’re feelin sweet add as many Joseph fics as u can👹👹 all spicy please (or OR if there are any funny ones feel free to bless me with those) thx for the help🫠

[cinnbar-bun]

Good Fortune

Pairing: Dio Brando x GN!Reader

Summary: Dio is told he is lucky, often. He can't see how, considering how awful his life has been. But after meeting you, the child of George Joestar's old business partner and Jonathan's friend, perhaps his luck has turned for the better.

Even if he refuses to engage with such notions.

Rating: SFW but it's painful

Word Count: ~4.5k

AO3 Link: Here

Notes: Childhood-friends-to-lovers, Phantom Blood!Dio, babes this just angst, talks of death and dying, death, religious discussion, religious imagery, Dio unfortunately falling in love, Reader is MENA! but it's easy to ignore, foreshadowing for parts 3 and 6 (no spoilers though), yes I made this to be self indulgent because I wanted to torture Dio because omg what if he went to Cairo specifically because his partner mentioned it?

Dio stares in front of the full-length mirror in his room, adjusting his suit and tie. George explained he was having an old friend over tonight for supper, making a brief comment about how said friend was also bringing his child over. Dio noticed Jonathan’s eyes widen and the smile adorning his face- obviously, they were acquainted from before he ever arrived to the mansion. 

He could only sneer as he thought of how obnoxious this ‘friend’ could possibly be. He couldn’t just antagonize them or Jonathan like he normally did, not when George would be around and watching. The thought of having to sit all night with that buffoon and a friend of his made him want to gag. 

Alas, one must do what they have to do to obtain wealth and power. If he wanted the Joestar fortune, he had to play the game correctly. Assuring he was in good standing with George and this guest would only serve him well in the future. 

And who knows, Dio chuckles to himself, maybe this ‘friend’ of Jonathan’s would slowly grow to hate the boy as well. He brushes his blond hair back, fixing it up properly. A loose strand makes him use his hand to push it back, and he smirks as he sees the three little birthmarks on his ear. He fixes his cufflinks and proceeds to walk out of the room, annoyed at having to put on airs, yet interested to see what will become of this dinner. 

The minute he steps down the stairs, there is a knock at the door. Dio curiously looks from the staircase at the large front doors that George himself approaches. The first thing Dio can make out is a large man, around the same age as George- perhaps a few years older if the few strands of gray hair are anything to go off of. Before he can take a closer look, Jonathan races down the stairs, accidentally brushing shoulders with Dio. 

“You damn-,” Dio snarls, but quickly shuts his mouth in case of anyone nearby. Jonathan didn’t seem to notice, instead jumping off the last few steps and running towards the guests. Jonathan yells out a name Dio doesn’t recognize, but the energetic boy is quickly put in his place with George’s hand on his shoulder.

“Jonathan! That is not how we greet our guests!” George scolds his son. Jonathan’s shoulder slink apologetically, like a beaten down puppy. 

Dio despises that look more than anything. He makes an expression of disgust before he hears some chuckling. 

“Oh, it’s alright, George, let the boy be! He’s young!” A jovial voice exclaims, and George sighs. 

“I’m aware, my friend. I just can’t help but worry about what kind of man he will grow up to be,” George muses, tugging on Jonathan’s ears. Dio’s ears pick up that despite the negative words, George isn’t angry at Jonathan. Jonathan himself isn’t too offended either. 

Hmph. Disgusting. 

Dio figures that he’s seen enough and makes his appearance in front of the guests. The man is clearly foreign and has some semitic features that Dio hardly has ever seen in Britain. He’s finely dressed, wearing a fancy English suit and plenty of gold accessories. Dio finds himself fascinated by the many rings on the man’s fingers. 

“My, my, and who could this be?” The man questions, a friendly smile on his face. Dio is frankly grossed out by the overly familiar tone the man takes, but bites his tongue back. 

“This is my adopted son, Dio Brando,” George proudly states. The man extends his hand to Dio and shakes it with a firm grip. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brando,” he introduces himself then pats his child on their shoulder. “This is (Y/n), my only child. I assume you’re all the same age, so I think you’ll get along splendidly.” 

Dio glances at you briefly as you bow your head politely to him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Dio.” 

You look quite similar to your father, albeit, younger and more rounded, with the same features Dio finds rare on you. Your clothes are just as intricate as your father’s, clearly very expensive, making Dio curious about just how rich you and your father are. 

Dio bows his head back to you. “It’s nice to meet you as well, (Y/n).” 

Once the greetings are done, Jonathan goes up to you and excitedly beams at you. “(Y/n), did you bring anything for me this time?” 

Dio is almost tempted to smack Jonathan on behalf of George, but you chuckle and nod, seemingly not minding. You glance over to make sure the older men are not looking and open your satchel, taking out a red box. Dio and Jonathan peek at it while you remove the cover. Inside the box are small, pink cubes covered in white sugar. 

“Woah… what are these?” Jonathan asks. 

“Lokum, oh, ah, ‘Turkish delights’,” you say in English. Jonathan is about to take one when you close the box and shake your head. Jonathan pouts after being denied, probably due to his love of sweets. “After dinner. Otherwise my father might lecture me.” 

“Turkish delight, you say?” Dio repeats. “So, I assume you and your father must deal within the Middle East, correct?” 

“Yes. He was born there, then moved here to start his business,” you pridefully comment, always happy to share how proud you are of your father’s hard work. 

“Interesting…” Dio thinks. He frowns when he thinks of his own drunkard of a father, and the gross feeling that dwells within him bubbles upfront. How nice it must be to be happy for your father. How wonderful it must feel to be proud to share the same DNA as the man who had created you. He can’t point to a single thing he enjoyed about Dario, can’t even count anything nice the man has done on one hand except die. 

Yet you look to hold your father in such high regard, perhaps even moreso than Jonathan does to George. Likewise, your father keeps smiling at you and flaunting your accomplishments to George, as if you were the best of the best. As if you were the most wonderful thing to have ever graced this earth. 

Dio can’t help but feel disgusted and so, so jealous that you get a father who adores and spoils you like nothing else. You don’t even have a mother, but that doesn’t seem to damper you. Any hope he had of wanting to meet you is squashed by the hatred and rage he feels for your relationship. 

----

You write letters often, Dio finds out. Now Dio knows why Jonathan is always so excited to check the mail. Soon after leaving the dinner party George held, Dio started getting letters addressed just to him from you. 

Apparently, you were too stupid to understand that Dio wanted nothing to do with you and actively despised you like he did Jonathan. Or maybe you just didn’t care, since you began writing about anything and everything you were thinking of as if you were old acquaintances. Dio once snagged Jonathan’s letter from you to see if the tone was any different, but almost nothing was, except for mentions of a historical places Jonathan would like to possibly visit. 

At first, he burned them away, not interested in whatever mindless rabble you had to discuss. He had no interest in history, none in studying, and absolutely none for whatever rich person you had just met on the road. Jonathan writes back plenty, but in order to save face, Dio writes back, only very rarely, pretending as if he actually cared. 

It isn’t until his birthday that he sighs and relents, opening up the package you had sent. He rolls his eyes at the well wishes you give him (although he does wonder briefly how you knew his birthday) but finds two wrapped gifts in the box. 

In the first one, thinner and longer, is a selection of the Turkish delights you had brought over the first time you met. He actually hadn’t bothered trying it then, mostly due to his disgust with you and the fact Jonathan looked like he was enjoying himself when he took a bite. 

He snorts and rolls his eyes, about ready to throw away the sweets when the smell of the powdered sugar and rosewater drifts into his nose. It is… certainly unique, he thinks. Nothing like what he’s ever smelled before. He places the box on his desk again and glares at it, as if the treats were personally ruining his day. He folds his arms and stares at it some more. 

He should throw this out. Never look at this and just write a quick ‘thank you’ so you felt appreciated or something. But still… the powdered sugar dusting the outside, the sweet, sweet smell of it- it was far too tempting. He clicked his tongue and picked one up, groaning at the way the sugar dusted his fingers and part of his suit. 

“Disgusting,” he mumbles before he takes a large bite of it. The taste is nothing like what he’s ever had before, and he nearly chokes at it. He coughs then swallows, taken aback by the taste. It’s… it’s quite delicious. He’s never tried something so wonderfully sweet, something that overtakes the senses quite like this. Roses make an interesting flavor profile, he muses. 

Wait, no, what is he thinking, getting excited over this stupid gift from an annoyance like you? He closes the box of sweets then opens the last box. Inside is a ring, similar to the one your father wore at the dinner party. The ring had a large amber stone, and Dio twirls it in his hands, fascinated with how the light catches the stone. 

This must have cost a fortune. He chuckles as he picks up the note to go alongside the ring. 

My father and I thought a ring would be a good gift for you. He says that it’s always wise to have something nice on your hand. It can bring you good luck and make you stand out. I hope you like the color- he was going to get you the blue one, but this one reminded me of your eyes. I thought you might appreciate it more. 

Happy birthday, Dio. 

You sign your name at the bottom and Dio finds himself biting his lip harshly. It’s really frustrating how you always naively try to think of him like this. Who said he wanted your damn sweets? Who said he wanted your rings? Or your good luck? Who said he wanted anything you had? 

He shakes his head and gazes at the ring again. He hates himself, so why would you dare get something that is meant to be of him? This body that he despises, how could you covet it in a god damn ring meant for him? 

You bother and enrage him like nothing else. He always thought this was because of your friendship with Jonathan, but this just cemented that the hate he felt for you was entirely just because of who you were. Whereas Jonathan was an obstacle he needed to rid of for the Joestar inheritance, you were someone who actively treated him like a damn charity case. 

You must have thought you were so clever and kind gifting these things to him, weren’t you? 

Fine. If you wanted to be a useful idiot for him, then he would make sure to get the most use out of you. The violent rage he had boiled over into interest and excitement. He grabbed his paper and pen, quickly writing a letter back to you. 

This time, however, he made sure to be more expressive than he normally would have. He laughed loudly as he signed the paper in a hurry and sealed it within an envelope. This could be quite enjoyable. 

Imagine him- getting rid of Jonathan and using you for his own gain! Not just one- but two means of success and fortune! Oh, you were a delightful idiot through and through, he thought as he threw aside the lid to the dessert and popped in another cube. 

----

The years were kind to Dio. Ever since his plan to use you came to fruition, he slowly refined it to working his way up to being able to ask for your hand in marriage. He spent years cleaning up his act, faking his way to the top, even joining the rugby team and a university to study law. He was practically the perfect man- attractive, intelligent, resourceful, strong- why, anyone would be lucky to have him as a son-in-law and husband. 

The interest he deemed to show you in his teens made you reciprocate his affections. You began writing longer letters for him than you did to Jonathan. You would stop by and visit, not even for Jonathan, but just for Dio now. You two would have long discussions in the gardens, on the road, and in the library of the Joestar mansion. Your father practically adored Dio as a son, always patting his shoulder and joking with him more casually. He was an admirable prize, one that was practically handing himself on a silver platter for you. 

Except, somewhere along the line, like a damn fool, Dio made a mistake in his normally thorough plans. Somewhere, somehow- you managed to make Dio enjoy your presence. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

When he first started trying to get your attention, he often would do so at the expense of Jonathan. He just liked pissing his brother off while he would drag you away as if he had something urgent to say to you privately. He would aggrandize and embellish his stories, making himself seem far more noble and special than Jonathan was. Of course, Jonathan, ignorant as may be at times, wasn’t stupid. He knew right away Dio was up to no good and tried to warn you, subtly take you away, or even insert himself into the times when Dio pulled you aside. 

Nothing worked, however. You either didn’t notice or didn’t care, always brushing aside the warnings and believing in Dio wholeheartedly. It was cute- misguided, frankly- but cute, nonetheless. Especially after Dio did his best to mend his relationship with Jonathan, Jonathan found he had no leg to stand on and tried to leave the past behind him, wishing you two only the best. 

Good, thought Dio. He was tired of having to play nice with his Jonathan, and now that Jonathan had no chance of stealing you away from him, Dio could enact his plan still. And that’s what it should have stayed. 

But fate was far more strange than Dio realized. One day, he would find himself listening to you more. While before, it was just to keep track of your stories to use later, it now became an interesting part of his day. Another day, he would naturally seek out your hand to hold- not as a means to make you swoon and desire him, but just for his own comfort. And on another, god, he couldn’t believe this- he found himself imagining what a ‘home’ could be like for you and him. 

You somehow managed to imprint yourself in his brain, filling his head with stupid, ridiculous, and childish thoughts. He found the hushed whispers he spoke in your ear to become less and less false as time went on. He found the way your cheeks would warm up made him grin and not smirk. He found your voice pleasant and the words you’d say become clearer. He found his body recoiling when any other man, especially Jonathan, tried to talk to you. 

You ruined him. You ruined everything. How dare you? He could afford plenty of things now, yet he continued to wear that damn amber ring on his finger. You adored his eyes, and for once, he found himself almost agreeing whenever he looked in the mirror before he would take you on a date. 

You. Damn. Worm. 

You must be the devil. You must be some evil snake charming him and destroying him inside and out. He couldn’t accept the fact that he, Dio Brando, was actually enjoying your presence in his life. 

You spoke of the trips you took with your father for business. You loved almost all your destinations, bringing back souvenirs and charming photos for him. But one city always stood out to him. 

Cairo. 

“Oh, yes, the city is wonderful there,” you mused dreamily. “There are these beautiful pyramids-” 

You point at the photos of these pyramids and he’s become interested in these monumental landmarks. Jonathan made a mention of them once, he thinks. 

“And what are these pyramids for, exactly? Why would someone just build these with stone in the middle of a desert of all places?” Dio raises a brow. Although he’s impressed, he finds himself questioning the worth of these structures. You chuckle, a sound he’s grown to enjoy. 

“The ancient Egyptians lived here, Dio. They built these pyramids and all sorts of buildings for their final resting place,” you smile. 

“Tch, how pretentious,” he teases. “You sound far too happy talking about a place of death.” 

“Perhaps, but you know, death isn’t so bad.” Now this makes him pause. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Dio questions. You shrug. 

“Well, for them, they believed that when you died, your heart would be judged and you could go to the Field of Reeds, Aaru.” 

“Similar to western dogma,” Dio mumbles. He never had such faith in things like ‘God’ or a ‘heaven’. 

If God really existed, he would have helped Dio’s mother. He would’ve made Dario a better father. Would have made Dio feel safe. 

But there is no such thing, no such tangible way to prove that God did exist. And it seems these ancient humans were just as foolish as the people of today. They would continue to believe in something that did not exist and did not love them. 

“Yes, you could say that,” you nod. “But I think the idea is nice overall. Don’t you think?” “I don’t understand what could be considered ‘nice’ about it,” he frowns. 

“I like to think of it as a second chance. Another way to live, having gone through the struggles of your first life. You’d know more and appreciate more.” 

You don’t notice the way his face tenses as he grits his teeth. Even if there was a god, in no way shape or form was Dio ever going to be in ‘heaven’. He could push that aside right away. He was the son of Dario, and that certainly already meant he was sentenced to eternal damnation. 

“I see,” is all he says. You snap your fingers as you then show a picture of a gorgeous terracotta mansion. 

“I almost forgot to show you! We got to stay in this beautiful place. Oh, it was just wonderful inside. I think you’d love it. There was a lovely garden there, too. I wish I could take you there, I’d show you everything Cairo has to offer! And you could finally taste the dates when they’re ripe and the festivals that go on there!” 

“I would love nothing more,” he replies, suddenly thinking of how hot Cairo must feel. He wondered how you would smile if the festivals were going on. How lovely the night must be with you in it under the lamps and palm trees of Egypt. “Maybe we can go for our honeymoon?” You lightly smack his shoulders and laugh. “Don’t tease me like that! Otherwise I might make you propose tomorrow!” 

“I could have that arranged,” Dio leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. 

“Let’s focus on our studies first,” you chuckle. “I really would love to marry, but alas, our fathers have decided to make us wait longer.” 

“Alas,” he joins in, the thought of finally being yours and you being his making his heart swell. 

Only you could offer Dio this momentary salvation. This brief respite of peace despite the anger and hatred he held in his heart. This was a feeling only reserved for you, the you who practically forced your presence and love onto him. 

It almost didn’t even feel like a part of his plan to gain the two fortunes, even though he would force himself to remember this was just business. Ah, but you made it so easy to enjoy life. You made him forget for a moment he was not the son of Dario Brando. You could made him forget he was a maniacal bastard orphan, instead making him feel he was Dio. A new Dio, a Dio no one could have thought ever existed, even him. A Dio that was just a man, for once. 

He would become Dio, the man who would pick you fresh roses. Dio, the man who carried you over puddles on the street. Dio, who enjoyed drinking tea with you. Dio, who loved when you slipped into your mother tongue. Dio, who held you when you cried. Dio, the man who would get curious whenever you would remark joyfully about his birth marks, saying he must have been lucky. 

The only thing “lucky” about him was you. That’s all he could genuinely point out in his life as “lucky” and “good”. 

So slowly, and foolishly, the only thing he could do was simply let you in deeper into his heart, letting you carve your initials into him and marking him as your helpless servant. 

----

It had now been two months since your passing. Dio returned to the mansion in a drunken stupor, finding he was unfortunately still aware. 

Aware of how empty he was. How angry he was. How much he despised everything. 

Why the hell was Jonathan crying over you? Jonathan knew nothing about you. Jonathan didn’t love you or care for you anywhere close that Dio did. 

That rich boy who had everything handed to him and given to him just for existing knew nothing of the pain Dio was feeling. 

He didn’t deserve to cry over you. Didn’t deserve to feel a god damn thing about you. 

Dio was the one supposed to marry you- not him! So Jonathan should have left and let him grieve properly over the fact his betrothed was now gone. 

Was this God’s way of punishing him? Huh? Was this his sick joke? A reminder to him that no matter he did, he was never meant to be happy? 

Was that all his life was? One meaningless, empty joke for God to amuse himself with? 

Dio couldn’t help but burn every letter he had kept from you over the years. He didn’t need them. With a bottle of alcohol in his hand and a few letters in the other, he held them over the fireplace and let them burn to ash and dust. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care less. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing could ever bring him satisfaction. Nothing could ever bring him joy or peace. He was obviously not meant to have it. 

Even your own father tried to console Dio, having thought of him like a son, but Dio couldn’t bother. Your father promised to give employment and a portion his fortune to Dio still, already securing his future wealth. 

But that wasn’t enough. It was not enough. For every ounce of love you tried to give Dio, he felt a thousand times more angry at the world he lived in. 

He didn’t need this world. He didn’t want any of this. He couldn’t live like this. 

He couldn’t die like you- oh god, no, he couldn’t. He’d most certainly be punished and made to repent for his sins. 

As he burned the last of your letters, he downed the rest of the alcohol, burning his throat. He could not muster anymore tears, not after he laid the roses down on your tombstone. Dio Brando was dead and buried alongside you. 

All that was left of him was his hatred. 

So close to having everything he wanted, and now it was all gone. 

He was so close to even giving up his earlier desires to torture Jonathan, instead content to protect your father’s business and travel with you after he finished getting his degree. But now he had nothing to hope for. 

Drunk as he may have been, he found himself thinking like he did when he was a young boy. 

Yes… I’ll just kill them all. I’ll ruin them all. I should’ve stuck with that plan originally. 

He cursed himself between hiccups, cursing himself for daring to let you in, letting himself feel safe around you, letting himself be vulnerable and able to be torn to shreds by you. 

It was his fault. His fault for all of this. If he hadn’t acted a fool and loved you, he could’ve had Jonathan gone, perhaps disowned or dying in a ditch somewhere. He could’ve been the richest, prodigal son of Britain. He would’ve been powerful then. He wouldn’t have had to have you extinguish every ounce of life within him. 

He was no longer human. He was now Dio. Only Dio. 

Dio, who hated everything. Dio, who had no love for anything but himself. Dio, who wanted everything erased. Dio, who had become exactly like the man he despised most. 

He hated it all. 

In his anger, he picked up the pictures you had given him and threw them all in the fire. He hacked out his lungs when the smoke billowed from them and surrounded him. A few photos began to melt before his very eyes, but for some reason, one of them caught his eye. 

The terracotta, three story mansion from your trip in Cairo. The one you wanted to take him to. The one you two dreamed about going on your honeymoon for. The one you joked about possibly buying and redesigning to make it your home forever. 

He gasped and grabbed the photo, blowing out the flame quickly and saving a majority of the picture. The corner was burned off, but the picture still remained. He held it to his chest and let out a shaky breath. 

Cairo was something he could never give up. Cairo, the only place that would allow him to be with you. Cairo, the place where you two promised to go. 

You promised. 

So why…? Why? Why, why, why? 

But Cairo would have to wait. He had something he needed to do first. Once he could get rid of Jonathan and George, and everything else that would stand in his way, then he could go there. 

I will find you again in Cairo, my (Y/n)...

[nicherayyy]

JJBA MASTERLIST

La Squadra x Child Reader Celebrating Halloween🎃

La Unita x South Park! Child Reader

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

La Squadra x Teenager Reader

La Unita x Oblivious Child Reader

Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand

La Squadra helping Child!Reader with math homework

La Squadra x Child! South Park! Reader

Sister Figure Trish x Child Reader

Young!Joseph Joestar x Fem! Reader

La Squadra x Ocean Lover Child! Reader

La Unita x Chaotic Child Reader

Yandere Dio x Fem!Reader Phantom Of The Opera AU oneshot

Josuke x Sibling Reader hcs

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

Ghiaccio x Child Reader hc🧊

Sorlato x Child Reader hc

Jonathan x Child Reader hc

La Unita x bug lover Child!Reader

La Unita "helping" Child!Reader with monsters under their bed

La Squadra x Teen!Reader who’s dating Giorno

La Squadra x Child!Reader calling them dad/big bro for the first time

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child

La Squadra and Child!Reader celebrating Christmas Headcanons🎄

La Squadra x bullied GN! Child Reader  (ice cream couple included)

Bucci Gang babysitting La Squadra's child

La Squadra x Child Reader who throws a tantrum

La Squadra x GN Teen Reader coming out as gay

La Squadra x Child Reader who has a childish crush on Bruno

Child Reader interacting with La Squadra stands

La Squadra x Sick Gn!Child Reader

Imagine being La Squadra's child and in trouble with Prosciutto

Giorno Giovanna with Sibling!Reader hcs

[jojomodius]

JJBA x Reader Headcanons! ♡ 💫

Pairings ♡ Jonathan x Reader , Young!Joseph x Reader , & (Part 4) Jotaro x Reader.

Warnings: GN reader, Mentions of Danny’s passing

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan is obviously a very gentle, kind-hearted, & loving man. He would do anything for you, even if it put his life at some form of risk.

However, He understands not to put others at grief, so he tries not to get into too many fights for you.

Often at times, you will end up trying to calm JoJo down if someone says something nasty about you.

It will definitely end in a lot of cuddles, kissing, and him sweet-talking you.

Before Danny passed away, you and JoJo definitely treated him like you two’s child.

You two would often do research about dogs in the library, seeing what kinds of food you could give Danny, and how to care for him best.

When DIO arrived, you tried your best to stay away from him at all times. Jonathan knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, especially with DIO, however he wouldn’t think twice about teaching him a lesson if he ever put his hands on you.

Young! Joseph Joestar

This man is SO goofy. You’ve never met someone like him before. He’s silly, charming, yet sweet & protective.

Like he does with his Granny Erina, and like his Grandpa Jonathan would, he doesn’t let anyone talk dirty about you, let alone lay their hands on you.

Even if they’re just touching your shoulder, this man gets very jealous.

He’ll swiftly walk over to you, putting his arm around you and ‘dusting’ the other persons hand off of you, before loudly talking about how in love you two are.

He definitely buys lots of gifts for you, mostly ones with his name on it. To JoJo earrings, bracelets, rings, maybe even one of those name Cola bottles.

When you guys are sleeping together in the same bed at night, he LOVES putting his cold feet on your warm skin.

It makes you jump, but it makes him laugh, so you let him keep doing it.

Joseph loves to tease. A LOT. You can never stop him from teasing you, even in serious moments.

If you two ever got into a fight, it would probably end in him teasing you to forgive him.

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is obviously very calm & collected, yet sweet & smooth.

He is very silent with his love, however he’ll show small lovey gestures such as getting you gifts, remembering you two’s anniversary, & always cuddling.

Wether he’s working at home, on the phone, or just at his desk, he loves to cuddle. He’ll never say it, but you can always tell by his softly smile that sneaks onto his face when you’re there.

At the times you flirt with him, give him gifts, or do anything romantic, his stand is going crazy. Smiling, jumping around, he’s just so happy.

He takes this to his advantage if you aren’t a stand user. Meanwhile, you always wonder how he never fails to show zero emotion.

In public, he’s not too obsessed with showing others that you two are in a relationship. Considering he’s basically a chic-magnet, even wrapping his arm around your shoulder would cause a lot of conflict.

However, he doesn’t mind swiftly grabbing your hand and putting it behind his back, you two’s warm hands never letting go.

[gingernut1314]

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[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!)!

[soadiablo]

my blue moon rivets in exits, forewarned customary spirits.

RULES.

i will write:

— male & gn reader (and trans! i am trans myself)

— top/dom/switch reader

— poly

— fluff, anything suggestive, possible smut, it doesnt have to be happy

probably more, just ask

i won't write:

— fem reader

— sub reader by itself

— full on fics

— dom characters

— pedophillia, r—pe, incest, abuse

— vomit and that kinda stuff

just not the gross stuff, yet again just ask at this point.

WHEN SENDING A ASK:

do give me something, nothing like "this character x reader" and like, no other context. it doesn't have to be lengthy, but i need a bit of a prompt and something to go off of. or just a scenario will work too

characters i write for:

I/ATSV:

peter b. parker, hobie brown, miguel o'hara, maybe the spot

MARVEL:

eddie brock & venom, marc spector, steven grant, tony stark, matt murdock, wade wilson, peter parker (all 3)

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE:

jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, jolyne kujo, dio brando, caesar zeppeli, jean-pierre polnareff, kakyoin noriaki, muhammad abdul, okuyasu nijimura, anasui narsico.

PEACEMAKER:

christopher smith, adrian chase.

EXTRA

if you're curious about what i write for or who, or just anything, make sure to ask me! i'm pretty friendly so...

by myself, by myself, by myself, by myself.

[koobop]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ upcoming fics ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

jonathan joestar x bride reader: fem!reader, nsfw, fluff au, spoiler free, still early draft

leon x psychic trainer reader: gn!reader, sfw, requested, an imagine, still early draft, taking priority

tainted love: jonathan x erina, angst, sfw, spoilers for phantom blood, vampire jonathan au, still an early draft

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ requests still open ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

[banzaitaka]

Can i request jojos from part 1 to 5 having a s/o thats basically like childe( tartaglia) from genshin impact?

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I feel like I've seen smore (genshin character) like reader than any other ogrids0fgou not a bad thing, just an observation

jgfodsijgfoid watch me regret making this into scenarios dsijfosjf M sorry, Josuke and Giorno barely got any sentences, so I decided to cut them out

(1) Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

TW: tiny mention of blood in Joseph's & Jotaro's part

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Joseph Joestar x gn! reader

Jotaro Kujo x gn! reader

Family

Someone could list off all dark traits about you, all the violence, all the mischief, all betrayal, and still, Jonathan would look at you with eyes that hold nothing, but love. He believes actions don't determine good or bad, but instead the reasoning behind them, as well as the person's feelings. A thief isn't automatically a bad person, for example, they might be starving or try to save someone with medicine.

He didn't see any reason to put you with the bad people. While your ways might seem kind of...unnecessarily brutal at times, what's in your heart has become clear to him. The way you care for your family...the first time he witnessed you playing with a relative way younger than you, he could feel his heart melt. Jonathan did not hesitate to agree to play along with the image you put up infront of your family. After all, you do it to keep them safe, to keep them happy and with no worries.

Although, he does talk to you about it from time to time. Because on the other side, even though your intentions cause no direct harm towards them, they're your family. And they deserve to know what your're going through. For your sake as well. But he is in no place to tell you what to do, hence why he plays along and only ever gives you little nudges.

The lenghts you go to protect your family is admirable to him and he would not hesitate to jump in to assist if it was ever needed. After all, you would do the same.

Trick Up Your Sleeve

"(Y/N)!!"

Joseph was watching you crash into a wrecked hut, a good distance away. Ceasar was doing his best to hold him back from barging in your direction, "Don't involve yourself, it's (Y/N) battle to fight!" Grinding his teeth, the brunette continued to stare, eyes looking for you. He knew this fight was personal, part of your duty, and something you genuinely enjoyed, but he wouldn't dare letting you get hurt beyond repair.

Your enemy panted, forcing out a chuckle, "Got you at last..."

That's when the wodden planks of the hut started to shake, light illuminating through the gaps. They gasped, almost choking on the blood in their mouth. You broke free with a roar, sending the planks flying in all directions. Joseph's breath got caught in his throat. He took in your form...You were much bigger, looking almost inhuman with the mask planted on your face. Was this really you??

"What the hell is going on!?"

"It's the last trick up their sleeve.", Ceasar explained calmly, finally letting go of the other, "I don't know the details myself, only that they rarely actually use it."

Your enemy was frozen from shock, all the color left their face. They could barely hold themself up from all the blows they already recieved. And you...You looked perfectly fine, steadily walking up to them while drawing your weapon once again.

It was over.

"What the heck was that thing you were doing!? Why didn't you tell me about that before!? I'm your boyfriend! You gotta tell me!", Joseph was all over you, kneeling beside the couch you were laying on. You were still feeling extremely drained, but you stopped panting at least, "You don't just reveal your biggest weapon.", you replied with a smug smile. Joseph pouted, leaning closer to your face, "Then how does Ceasar know about it?"

You chuckled, "We've known eachother for years. He saw me use it maybe three times in total? Really, it's nothing personal, buddy."

The brunette crossed his arms as he leaned back again, "I guess it was a cool plot twist.", he grinned, "Just wait, I'll leave you surprised, absolutely baffled next time we face a foe!" And it became a challenge to both.

Violence

While this is not the language Jotaro prefers to speak, violence plays a huge part on the mission to save his mother. And you, his partner, happen to speak that language fluently. You've been dubbed bloodthirsty by numerous students in your school, leaving those who only knew you by your less dark side in confusion.

Your fight spirit paired with your experiences gives Jotaro enough reason to be able to depend on you. You could control yourself when you needed, and knew when you could let loose to dispose of your enemies quick. You were on a time schedule after all.

The sound of your panting used to be foreign to your boyfriend, but he grew acustomed to it during the trip to egypt. The joy on your face was an odd sight, giving the situation. He managed to look past that, however. He knew you cared. You chuckled as you looked up to him from your position on the floor, "That was quite fun, wasn't it?"

Instead of answering you, he let himself sink to the floor next to you, and let you lean against him. A sigh fell from your lips as silence was about to arise, "I know this is different from what you used to see from me. I mean- more extreme.", you tilted your head to look up at him again, "Do you still want to be with me?"

Jotaro glanced at you from out of the corner of his eye, "You should rest and wipe the blood off your face."

[cherrys-side-bitch]

Hello! Could I request D,G and L with Johnathan Joestar, And Bruno bucciarati? Thank you!

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

Gn! Reader, Fluff

Includes: Jonathan Joestar and Bruno Bucciarati

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to get married and raise a child, adopted or not, alongside you. Jonathan believes that you would make an amazing parent but is always willing to wait until you are ready.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's extremely grateful that you've stuck with him for so long, especially with the bizarre events of being alongside a Joestar.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Jonathan would confess on a sunny day with a cool breeze and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. His slightly nervous smile as he confessed his feelings was quite a sight to remember. Everything, even the way that his face lit up as you accepted his confession with a bright smile, made it a day to remember.

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D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Bruno would rather take things slow, so he doesn't have too many plans for the relationship in the near future.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful to his s/o. It takes a lot to be romantically involved with a prominent figure in Italy’s most infamous crime syndicate. Not to mention the fact that you bring a sense of normality into his life.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

When Bruno confessed that it was likely at one of your favorite restaurants during a casual outing, He had finally decided to confess his feelings to you and prepared himself for the worst. Bruno expressed his feelings while not showing his nervousness, and when he saw your face light up and accept, he couldn't help but visibly relax. Words truly could not express the joy he felt that day.

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[ophelian-darling]

hi! if it's not too much, may I ask for yandere jonathan joestar with prompts 96,81,44? ty🤎

"Tell me their name, now."

"Look at them, they're in so much pain because of you...your selfishness will murder them."

"Red just suits you well, Sweetest"

TW: Forced marriage, cheating, blood & violence, emotional manipulation.

enjoy ♡

Colors used to be all what you've witnessed in this world, as vibrant and warm as a spring day. melodies and serenades of love and Coquetry were falling on your ears like honey on your tongue: treacly, tender and tasteful. 

Your heart was full: the red string of fate tied you to another soul, a soul you saw the world through its eyes; an image of sheer happiness. the spark flashed at a first smile: it was at an elegant ball, a place where you were brought in by your parents to admire the assets of other wealthy families, as a hope from them that you'll gleam and rise above the lords of the upper world, only ending up with a kindle in your heart for that smile of your beloved. they had your heart from one golden arrow, and you knew you had theirs from one philtered gaze.

It was during a budding morning, they had crossed paths with you again, in an orchard behind your father's mansion. you had joked about it, saying that your family strangled your freedom and a break was necessary, and they smiled at you. the kindle soon flamed, and it was the start of your love story. 

a loving word, then a warm touch, then a true kiss. the flames within your hearts ignited into a fire: consuming, powerful, and sweetly painful.

Long nights of kisses under the moonlight, perfumed billets-doux on your desk and rose petals on your mattress would end suddenly. you felt your lovely world being torn apart as your father announced your engagement to a rich man; a noble-born lord of a well-known family in England: Jonathan Joestar. 

And who wouldn't be honored to have the eye of such a respected man?!

Before you could utter any defense or objection, the ring already hedged your finger and you were officially a better half of him. There was something sparkling in his blue eyes that was not in need of any rejection or fight to protest against; he didn't even lift a finger or raise a voice to win you over- correctly, to win your parent's affection and appreciation.

You were completely broken. Was it a curse or some sort of an evil spell casted upon lovers, to not be with the ones whom their hearts worshiped? ever since the engagement you were forbidden of any contact with your lover, their name now a passing memory, forced out of your heart.

You couldn't even ask why- your father would sternly scold you and order you to forget about them.

"You're about to be wed to someone else, don't mention another name that isn't your spouse's!"

The rational part of you would scream at you to stop thinking about them. they were just a caprice, nothing more or less of a teen flirtation… you would convince -or lie to- yourself, but you couldn't. 

Wedding passed and so was your honeymoon. frankly, your brain was unable to recall or record them as one of the happiest periods of your life. you were just doing a duty, escaping from the backlash and recoil of your society. No one would want to be in company with an adulterer cheater, who chose their carnal titillation over a respected marriage. it was too rough for you to handle. 

And as much as 'JoJo' was loving and gentle, you couldn't bring yourself to love him. Indeed, he is a man of charm, machismo and knowledge; traits that anyone would wish a spouse with. 

He's a hopeless romantic as well. Jonathan moons over you in every glance he gives and idolizes your form in each letter he utters, to the point of literally getting sick of him or asking (gently, of course.) to be quiet, which he gladly does (which irritates you even more.)

"I adore you, darling. you don't have any idea of how much I waited for you to be mine…or how blessed I am to have you next to me"

You just smiled, out of pity for him.

Although you had someone doting over you, treating you royally and kissing every inch of your skin in pure love, you still brought yourself to cheat?! how in God's name you managed to stoop so low and betr-

No. you don't care anymore if others saw your true love as scandalous or shameful, you don't care anymore if you stepped on precious norms or broke some dear hearts, it wasn't your fault from the first place or so you comforted yourself.

Your legs appeared as a blur, quickening your tempo to escape the city as fast as possible. you'd written a letter to your lover, informing them about your plan: you'd sneak under the veil of night, leave everything behind and escape to their residence. the world and its little troubles weren't your concern anymore; you'll follow your heart and trust your feelings. 

During the past three months of marriage, you'd managed to build back contact with your true love -being extra careful of Jonathan, who was under the belief that you were writing to your parents- and bringing all of the Ol' good memories and sweet maudlin love. you knew it wasn't a caprice, it was a true lovers' knot.

The pale moon had darkened to a tad reddish light, painting the outskirts of London in a dim landscape. The only hope for you to keep going was the smile of your beloved, just as you remembered it, darkness and fear no longer intimidated: they were a balsam to your wounds and a color to your world; life never seemed so beautiful and worthy of living before. 

And never so cruel and baleful before. 

"Why would you do this to me?! where have I ever done you wrong to abandon me?!" 

The unmistakable sweet voice, now full of emotions you weren't familiar with: madness, melancholy and a tinge of lo- mania.

"For what?! Who are they to take you away from me?! Tell me their name, now!"

It wasn't something natural he felt towards you, crawling under your skin and listening to every breath you take wasn't one to be called love. he was able to mask his insanity with a gentle smile, even when grabbing their head, bashing it across the glass without a nanosecond of hesitation. your mind raced with thousands of feelings and it processed everything as a nightmare, refusing to believe in such ruthlessness.

"Look at them, they're in so much pain because of you...your selfishness will murder them. you didn't love them so much to think in putting them through this"

Muffled, weak screams and croons left their throat, their blood coating and coagulating on his clothes and yours, your faces and the floor, in addition to the broken mirror that was placed by a crimson shadow. hot tears traced your face: it was all your wrongdoing; selfishness to rip out a life and ruin yours for a kiss. words left your tongue; whatever you let out was never enough to apologize for this sin.

Pitch black then his blue eyes in your vision -not exactly loving nor too mad- glinting again, saying a lot of words without a voice you didn't need to hear.

"Aren't you pretty?"  out of the blue, joyfully as if nothing happened. 

Blood was on your cheeks, drying on your face as you didn't move an inch from your place, too shocked and disturbed to think. 

a softness against your bloodied cheek: a kiss, he just kissed you. not like you felt it anyway, a spidered movement on your skin. 

He cupped your face, cosseting it with his thumbs as he continued "I've never seen you seem so stunning, Sweetheart. you're always. you look so mesmerizing in red" 

This time, he sealed your lips with his own.

"Well, red just suits you well, Sweetest, it adds a charm to your appearance…"

Red, as long as it wasn't yours, was really gorgeous, and so that look of terror on your face.

[daisys-gard3n]

Thoughts on these links 💖💖

one- this reminds me of Bruno, maybe even Melone, who’re corrupting their amore

two- honestly I don’t have any specific character in mind but, the dilf x babysitter or professor x student vibes here… immaculate !

Sparkle heart anon back at it with the immaculate vibes

1 - hoooooly shittttttt. Ngl it does read both of them. Bruno def enjoys gaping, but Melone enjoys it a little more. Especially if you're full of cum and he spreads you open so wide that he can see it inside of you as it pour out. It gets him so worked up. He won't hesitate to use four fingers to play with your stretched hole, pumping your sensitive cunt and making you squirm as he relished in the sight of your used hole. His cock is gonna get hard almost instantly as he watched with intent.

"Cara/Caro~ You're so divine. You take any part of me so well...Do you feel how far I'm stretching you out? Why, I could fill more inside with the amount of room I see left. You know I just want to make sure my Cara/Caro is taken care of and so nice full~ Mm, feel me stretch you further~"

2 - Oh, i love me some professor x student or filf x babysitter stuff. But...I am craving...For Professor Jonathan. He was just your cute Archeology teacher who got so passionate about what he loved and was so kind to everyone - how could fall for him? Your grades slipped because you couldn't help but get distracted by him. And when he talked to you in private, you had to confess your feelings to him...To which he confessed his feelings for you. He felt so guilty feeling this way towards a student, but he couldn't be professional anymore. And it furthered into a deeper relationship. You wore a cute skirt and the lacy thigh highs Jonathan loved during class, and staying after so that you could ask for 'help' with 'homework'. It was really just you taking his cock out of his pants and pumping it as he moaned in your messy kiss. And when he lifted your leg up and entered inside of you, thrusting into you as he held onto your ass and grunted as you took him so well.

"G-God, you feel so good. I-I can't be loud. Dr. Zeppeli's next door a-and these walls are terribly thin- O-Oh, god. F-Fuck, y-you clenched so hard! H-Hahh, fuck, a-aahh. Fuck, I need to cum in you, bend over on my desk."

[belphiesreverie]

You asked for more Jona? You got it! I'd like to request Jonathan cuddling headcanons! Tyty

YES! JONATHAN CONTENT!!!

Jonathan cuddling headcanons

Jonathan is basically a massive teddy bear. He gives the absolute best hugs you could imagine. You’d think that his muscles would make him uncomfortable to cuddle with, but they actually make him 10 times more comfortable

He just has the ability to make you feel so safe and secure in his arms, like no harm will ever reach you because you’re with Jonathan

Him being a very large man means that he is going to be the big spoon 99% of the time. However he finds it absolutely adorable and quite endearing when you try to be the big spoon

He favourite thing ever is when you lay on his chest whilst you are sleeping. He likes to sleep with some pressure on him, and what better than the love of his life? He’ll rub circles into your back and maybe even hum softly to help you sleep if you’re having some trouble as well

Sometimes when he gets excited, Jonathan will hug you and pick you up to twirl you around. He’ll apologise immediately after incase you got dizzy, but the bashful smile on his face is worth it

If you’re upset, Jonathan is the best person to go to for comfort because as mentioned before, being in his arms is practically a safe haven. He’ll hold you close and rock you gently whilst letting you get all your tears out. He’ll never push for a reason why you’re upset, but just know he’s very willing to listen to you whenever you’re ready to talk about it

He often likes to sit by the fire and cuddle with you on an evening. Not necessarily doing anything, perhaps talking about your day or anything that pops into your mind, but he mainly just enjoys being able to hold you close and relax with you. This is his favourite part of the day, especially if he’s had a stressful day