#jonathan x reader n/s/f/w

[finniestoncrane]

I'm back on my rogues b/s and once again consuming any and all content- Grats on your milestone!! A tad dealers choice depending how u feel! -- F reader OR F (good) Ex-Arkham Psych insert, who since sided w/fights alongside rogues+plays doctor - (crane confessing but otherwise receiving/sub? Oral only pls? I like my men pathetic heehee) --- Sit-in: Signature cocktail, Pumpkin Ravioli (Btas if poss <3) - Chicken Wings, Pizza Bites, Sushi Sampler, Roasted Veg (OR Toasted Peanuts) --- BLESS ty!!

general!scarecrow x female!reader, word count: 400 content (warnings): lil bit of blood mention, orgasm denial the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: ah i hope this was ok! the word count limited me on what i could put in!!💚

"Perhaps you ought to be more careful with your words around your fellow inmates, Crane."

He winced as you patted the now stitched up gash on his arm, leaving him to wash the dried blood from your hands in the rusted sink of his cell.

"Nothing makes me feel quite as powerless as allowing them to revel in their worthlessness without intervention. If I don't get to feel like I am at my best here, that I am living with greatness, then neither do they."

Turning to him, you cocked your head, raising an eyebrow in disbelief at the way he seemed to unwilling to concede to your advice.

"And that's why you keep ending up injured and under my care."

Jonathan coughed lightly, clearing his throat, as though he were stalling for time. But your silent gaze pulled his words from him, sooner, perhaps, than he intended.

"Maybe I enjoy your company. Maybe... I like being the centre of attention. Or... the centre of your attention."

"Is that so?"

Taking the initiative, you dropped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the solitary steel chair permitted in his cell. Grazing your hands up his thighs, you maintained eye contact, noting that he wasn't tryint to stop you, or question you, and only letting out a single, whimpered breath as you pulled his bright orange pants down and unleashed his semi-erect cock. There were so many things he wanted to say, to scream, but he managed out a soft quip.

"And do you do this... for all of your patients?"

"If you're worried that it means you're not special, or 'living with greatness', don't. I've never done this before."

He was quick to ease up to your touch, his muscles relaxing, tension dissipating as you took his cock in your mouth, wet and warm. His hips bucked up as his back buckled, his body shifting into a relaxed pose against the chair, all but his abdomen which tightened and strained as he lifted himself up at the hips into you. He was close already, desperate for touch, desperate to feel a semblance of importance, of affection.

But you pulled back from him, wiping your mouth on your sleeve.

"That's all you're getting, Crane. I can't reward bad behaviour. See if you can be good this week and I'll consider giving you some more attention."

[icollectyoursins]

Jonathan Joestar x Reader x Dio Brando NSFW

Anon asked for "may i request a spicy jonathan x reader x dio sandwich 😳👉👈 extra kinky please omg,,, 🖤

In typical fanfic writer fashion, I looked up when lube was invented because well... there is no way you’re taking either of these boys without it. It wasn’t invented until 1904 (I think), but Vaseline was a common lube-like substance that was used instead which was invented in 1872. The more you know! I also looked up what kinds of toys they would have used back in the 1880s and... the history of sex toys is fascinating. 

While I’m rambling, this is going to be a long one, just to fit all the “kinky” stuff in, so bear with me. It’s been a while, I know, but it’s very long and I was on break for a bit trying to relax. Anyway, enjoy!

You had arrived at the Joestar household expecting a normal dinner with Jonathan and Dio, but things go a little awry after two of you share a drink. Whatever was in those glasses was, you certainly didn’t mind if it got you between the bodies of two very attractive men.

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WARNINGS: Making out, mentions of “drugging” I guess, something in the drink makes them very horny, but still able to consent, light riding, Jonathan is too big, so they move on, threesome, belts used as handcuffs, lube (not named, but it’s Vaseline), spitroast x2 (they switch), rough fucking, choking, face fucking, blowjobs, facials.

Word Count: 2578

     Desperate lips crashed together as you clumsily tumbled into the room backwards with Jonathan never breaking the kiss. The door closed behind him and you two gasped, hot breath tickling your faces. You weren’t apart for long and he quickly pulled you back, claiming your lips once again. A part of you questioned how this happened, but mostly you were consumed by his kiss.

     The evening had started relatively normal with you coming over for dinner, drinks were passed around between you, Jonathan and Dio. The next thing you know, you’re practically climbing on top of him, vehemently exploring his body while he did the same. Not wanting to embarrass yourselves, you quickly tried to run to a room so you could be more private.

     You both moaned as he made his way down your neck, gently pressing kisses into your supple skin. Now that you thought about the quickly finished dinner more, you realized someone was missing. Where was Dio? He sat at the table with you, ate with you and then once the drinks came around and your insatiable lust quickly flooding your senses, you lost sight of him.

     You ran your fingers through Jonathan’s hair, relishing in the way he shivered. Finally, you parted, swiftly shucking off your clothes before exploring each other’s bodies, basking in the warmth. It didn’t really matter where Dio was right now. You just wanted-

     “Jonathan.” You breathed, running your hands up his chest, enticing him into another kiss.

     “I know,” he said, panting heavily. His mind quickly raced with what to do, panicking. He’d never felt like this before, so... needy. “On the bed. Now, please.”

     You nodded once, leading him by the hand towards the edge. Strong arms lifted you up, switching your positions so he was lying on it with you on top of him, straddling his waist. You could feel his erection bumping against your behind as he got more comfortable. No more time was wasted and you quickly aligned yourself with the tip, taking a deep breath as you slowly slipped onto him.

     A cry bubbled up from your throat as just the tip stretched you. His hands massaged into your hips, trying to soothe you. You shook your head no. He was too big to take like this. He lifted your hips up again, pulling you close against his chest, whispering into your ear.

     “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Jonathan sat up, still holding you close. “We can do something else. Here, let me-” 

     He switched your positions again, crouching between your legs. Gentle kisses were trailed down towards your genitals, making the anticipation rise up in you quicker. Finally, he got to where you both wanted him. A final kiss was placed above your genitals, then-

     A cold laugh echoed from the door, making the hair on your arms stand up. You immediately started covering each other with various pillows and blankets, hiding from the hungry stare boring into you. Dio. A cool smile was painted on his face. Another hissed laugh passed over his lips, growing louder the hotter your face got.

     “Dio, we can explain!” You began. 

     “Ooh. I believe you, (Y/N).” You felt like you were falling in on yourself under his gaze. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

     “We’re fine!” Jonathan shouted defensively. He must have known more than you. It was an odd question, but you weren’t sure why he was-

     Dio’s eyes fell on you and suddenly everything felt different. Your mind started to quell its fear, focusing more on how soft his lips would feel against yours, how easy it would be to lift you up, manhandling you like you were nothing. There was a jump in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. You wanted both of them.

     Suddenly you zoomed back down to earth. You were pressed up against him, already kissing any part of him you could. How did you get here? Did you care? He stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. You were pulled closer to him, then one of his hands started to roam further and further down.

     “We don’t want to keep our little pet waiting, do we, Jojo.” Oh. Oh, god. Both?

     Jonathan shuddered while Dio brought you back towards the bed. Your lips were captured by his, quickly overpowering you. It made you melt how almost addictive his kiss was. Another set of hands danced along your back. The warmth between the two of them was lovely. 

     His clothes were quickly discarded to the side while the other fought for your attention, leaving sweet, but desperate kisses along your shoulders. His hands wrapped around to your front, teasing your nipples. You could feel his hard length against your lower back. Dio returned to you, pulling you away from Jonathan and into a rough kiss. 

     “Let me show you how to do it right, Jojo.” He seethed, bending you over the bed and lining his already erect cock with your ass. He let it slide between your cheeks a few times before he grabbed a glass jar that had previously been in his pocket. Your intended partner, however, made his way around to the front, looking down at you apologetically. 

     Without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly jerking it. A shocked cry racked through his body, shocked by the touch. Jonathan had never felt as turned on as he did now. Whatever willpower he had before was completely gone now with the temptation of your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. 

     Dio lathered a slick substance around your hole, slipping one of his fingers in to test your tightness. Now, it was your turn to moan. God, even his finger felt big, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. The more his digit fucked into you, the more your mind was fogged over with lust, shallowly pushing your hips back to get more friction. With a malicious chuckle, he complied, quickly working you up to two fingers and then three.

     You couldn’t help the free moans that came out of you, much to his annoyance. His free hand slammed down on your head, forcing you to swallow as much of Jonathan’s cock as you could. Finally, your mewls were muffled. “Peace and quiet at last. Keep them like that, Jojo. Greedy whore.”

     The room was quickly filled with the sounds of Jonathan’s sweet cries as you happily lavished him, sucking in more and more. Dio soon got bored of fingering you and pulled them out with a smack to your ass, leaving a smear of whatever he used on your cheek. Then, he lined his tip up with you again, wasting no time plunging into you, almost to the hilt. You tried to cry out but were obviously stopped. Tears stung at your eyes when he started thrusting into you roughly, each one.

     Suddenly, your hands were pulled behind your back and tied together with some kind of rope that you assumed he had tossed on the bed while getting undressed. A shudder of excitement rolled through your body. Now, you were completely at their mercy, though you doubted one of them was capable of mercy and it wasn’t Jonathan. A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars only made the answer more obvious. 

     Dio’s brutal pace only got worse, jerking you forward, making you choke on Jonathan’s dick more and more. Your eyes rolled back into your head as drool dribbled down your chin. Crescents decorated your thighs from where fingernails dug into your skin. A hand was brushed through your hair, gentle and soft. It felt so hot against you. The face behind it was flushed red, panting heavily. 

     Suddenly, he pulled back, almost collapsing into the set of drawers behind him. Despite your mouth being free, you fought to keep your moans quiet, not wanting Dio to think of something worse to shut you up. But, the feel of his cock hitting your sweet spots over and over again it was damn near impossible. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning sinisterly over you, his gaze hot against your back. He doubled over, wrapping his arm around your neck into a chokehold, keeping you close to him while he practically speared through you with this new position.

     Jonathan meanwhile was trying to calm himself. You had felt so good. It should be illegal to feel that good. Oh, and your face, hot and sweaty trying to accommodate him. A moan slipped over his lips, shaking lightly from the exertion. He didn’t want to spoil you. Not yet. He wanted this to be nice for you, at least, before his adopted brother walked into the mix. 

     You were beginning to lose air, tapping on the arm around you, frantically trying to get him off. With a devious chuckle, Dio got up, pulling out of you all too quickly. You squirmed at the loss of something inside you as well as the lack of orgasm. 

     “Jojo!” He said boisterously. “Your turn.” With a hard smack of your ass, he walked away from you, letting the other man take his place. Jonathan did so tentatively. If just your mouth felt that good, what would other parts feel like? “What’s wrong, Jojo? Afraid you’ll break them?”

     “Dio!” He snapped. “Why are you so cruel?”

     A cold laugh echoed in your ears, making you shudder. Dio began to slowly jerk his dick, close enough to bring it to your lips. 

     They continued to bicker and for once you were thankful for the lust controlling your mind, easily blocking them out with thoughts that would make your grandmother blush. 

     “God, just stop fighting and fuck me,” you groaned, too aroused to think of anything but what you wanted. Jonathan looked shocked, but not turned off. 

     “Come on! Give them what they want.” Dio growled, pushing the tip of his cock forward. Immediately, you latched your lips around it, moaning at the residual taste left on it. You looked up at him, cheeks hollowing, creating a suction that drove him mad. He roughly ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing you tightly to hold your head in place, then he began thrusting his hips into you with the same pace as before. 

     Jonathan gently ran his fingers over your sides before lining himself up, praying that you had been “worked open” enough for it to be more pleasurable than painful. Slowly, he pushed himself in, unable to hold back a low grown as he felt your soft, warm walls clench around him. Just like before, the thrusts from the other man pushed you onto him slightly, making you take more.

     The stretch was incomparable to any other you’ve had (aside from Dio). You felt so full, there had to be some kind of bulge, right? If you could voice how good he felt, you would have. It was a long process for him to work up the courage to get to any proper pace, he was worried that if he took it too far, it would easily hurt you. But, you felt so goddamn good.

     Finally, he went in as far as he could, letting out another moan. Then, with the same slow, careful moves, he pulled out almost to the tip. It was as though your insides were pulling him back and he found himself sinking in quicker than he had originally intended. Whatever was making him like this soon took over, turning him into some kind of animal, spearing in and out of you without a sign of stopping. 

     Just as you suspected, you were at their mercy completely, feeling them see-saw you, like some kind of toy. God, you could have died like this and been happy, but you knew you were going to be much happier if you saw this through to the end. The three of you moaned in tandem, letting your pleasure take you over as the men picked up the pace. It was all so good, almost too good. Sweat dripped down your bodies, making your hair cling to your faces. 

     You could feel your orgasm building up in you again, unable to do anything to stop it. Their cocks somehow synced with each other and you swore that if they were any deeper, they might have touched. Your release quickly washed over you, making you see white just as they both thrust into you at the same time, stopping to let your body sort out itself out as you spasmed under them, cumming harder than you ever had.

     The first to pull out was Jonathan, slow and gentle. Then Dio followed, coming around to the other side of the bed. You faintly heard a “come on” followed by your name as you were lifted into the air, then moved to the middle of the room, where they set you on your knees. They crowded over you, one of them (presumably Dio) lightly slapped his cock on your cheek, indicating he wanted you to pick up where you left off. In your post-orgasm haze, you opened your mouth, sucking lazily.

     Gradually, you became more aware, picking up your pace. You used one hand to stroke the shaft that was in your mouth and with the other one, you reached out for Jonathan’s cock, doing the same to his. Their grunts and groans filled the room the more you jerked them. Lifting off one length with a pop, you moved to the other, looking up to see their faces, hot and twisted with pleasure. 

     It didn’t take long for someone’s seed to spill into your mouth with a loud cry. You swallowed every drop, before returning to the first one and finishing him off. Dio’s orgasm was not as intense as Jonathan’s, but when he did, he pushed himself further into your throat, making you choke while he shot his release into it. 

     You pulled back, panting heavily, a string of drool connecting you and his cock. A cruel chuckle filled your ears, making you smile almost drunkenly. You weren’t sure what it was, but something told you the night wasn’t done just yet. Dio pulled you into a rough kiss while Jonathan ran his hands up your sides, grazing his lips against your shoulders. These men were going to be the death of you.

[mariamakeslemons]

Mate me (HuBull Jonathan x Hucow F!Reader)

You were born on the SPW ranch, one of the best known ranches for “civil” hybrids. You’re one of the “civil” hybrids, capable of thought and speech, able to learn and show human emotions, despite your massive tits that continually leak milk and the little horns showing that you are, specifically, a hucow. You and a number of others have all been adopted from the ranch into human families, with the most famous being the adoptions of Jonathan and Dio into the Joestar family.

You had known Jonathan when you were both hucalfs, his horns starting to sprout while yours was causing headaches. He was sweet, unlike most other hubulls, often sitting beside you and chattering about anything and nothing. He was- is- your first love, which made his adoption all the more soul crushing to you. After all, he was two weeks older than you, leaving you alone on the ranch for two whole weeks before you were adopted yourself. Since then, you’ve been trying to move on, diving into schooling and learning everything you could get your grubby hands on.

“So, are you going to post or no?” Suzi asks, startling you from your memories as the bus wearing Jonathan’s face finally drives away.

“It’s not really a good idea,” Erina argues, the hucat swatting at Suzi’s bunny ears with a disappointed frown, “After all, she’s a virgin. Posting on a heat site without knowing what or who the algorithm will pair her with is a terrible idea for a first time.”

“But I’m getting tired of relying on my hand during my heat,” you point out, while mentally agreeing with Erina. The blonde hucat sighs while the blonde hubun giggles. You shake your head, admitting, “I have someone in mind, but he’s way out of my league now. So, if I post to HeatRut and note that I want a kind lover, perhaps the algorithm will have pity on me and give me a good first time.”

“That might work,” Erina reluctantly agrees, taping her chin thoughtfully, “but people lie on the internet all the time. What if someone claims to be kind, only to be a horrible person?”

“Well, splurge a little extra and go to the HeatRut hotel,” Suzi counters, “They keep everything anonymous unless the people want to have their information known and they have great security!”

“You say that because you have a crush on the owner of the local hotel owner,” you argue, jerking your thumb over at the image of a cocky brunette hurabbit with green eyes.

“What can I say? I like Joseph,” Suzi giggles. You roll your eyes while rolling the idea around in your head. It’s likely that you will be much safer tacking on that extra $250 along with the $15 membership for this first HeatRut meet, especially as both Suzi and Erina had splurged in doing so with fantastic results. Hell, you’d even heard of people being saved while in the hotel.

“Fine,” you cave, “I’ll pay for the room.” Suzi cheers while Erina reluctantly nods at your decision.

-------------------------------------------------------

You think this might be a mistake. You’re sitting in one of the nicest rooms you’ve ever been in, one that’s also got a milker set up in case you need to be milked during your heat. Everything is very romantic, soft pinks and reds with cream and silver accents, even a bouquet of roses sit innocently in a vase on the table. You wiggle on the bed, waiting nervously for your partner. Egypt1889 is a hubull with a sweet disposition, and that’s all you know about him. Normally that would be a red flag, if HeatRut wasn’t a company that prided itself on information gathering and matching compatible pairs. You know he won’t hurt you and if he tries, the PillarMen Security that work at this hotel will help you immediately should you press and hold the button on the device you were given at the front desk.

There’s a knock at the door, surprising you. That shouldn’t be room service, as the room was full stocked for a week already, but you don’t know who else it could be. At least you don’t, until the sound of a key card being accepted in the door tells you that it’s your heat partner.

“H-hello! It’s nice to meet you!” you call out, bowing submissively at the person walking into the door. There is a long pause, too long, that makes you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before looking up. You inhale sharply at familiar blue-green eyes, the hubull before you looking even better than he does when you see him on posters or tv.

“Jonathan? What are you-” you get cut off when he practically launches himself at you, his hands grasping your face to really look at you.

“Is it you? Have I finally lost my mind or is it really you,” he breaths, murmuring your name softly as he gently tilts your face with his hands, before pausing, his nose flaring when your tits decide that now would be a good time to leak out your milk.

“It’s you,” he confirms with the scent of you milk, pushing you on your back and practically ripping your shirt off your chest, his mouth finding your nipple to suckle on it. You moan in shocked arousal, thoughts and questions and implications running through your mind, only to become muddled in your lust as Jonathan starts to scent the air with his own rut pheromones.

“I’ve been searching for you ever since I reached mating age,” he rumbles against your flesh, “Dio told me to just find a woman and have her, but I wanted you. Only you. My pretty cow, my wildflower.” Jonathan looks up, his nostrils flaring as you start to release heat pheromones in response to his rut.

“Jonathan... Jojo...” you slur, looking up at the hubull you had wanted ever since you could even think. Jonathan hums, leaning down to kiss you.

“Don’t worry,” he assures you, “I’m not going anywhere. Once this passes, we’ll talk even more.” He then pulls back and starts to undress, the burning look in his eye telling you to undress as well, promising pleasurable things in the near future.

[faegramme]

What will I write for?:

Well, right now I am relatively new to JJBA, I'm on Part 3, SDC, so this list will grow as I watch more jojo.

Part 1:

• Jonathan Joestar

• Dio Brando

• Robert E.O Speedwagon

Part 2:

• Joseph Joestar

• Caesar Zeppeli

• Kars

Part 3:

• Jotaro Kujo

• Noriaki Kakyoin

• Jean Pierre Polnareff

• DIO

What types of writing do I do?:

I'll do imagines, x reader headcanons, and regular fanfictions. I will write n/s/f/w for the characters above if requested.

What types of n/s/f/w writing will I do?:

I'll write any type of kink, really. I'm especially down for writing some stand fucking, that's my all time favorite jojo kink to write.

I'll only not write a few kinks; ddlg, watersports, "pedophilia", beastiality, or incest.

[eris-writes-jojo]

let’s do it like they do it on the history channel | Professor!Jonathan Joestar x Fem!Reader

It’s finally done! Thanks to @darkpinkandbizarre for beta reading <3

AO3 Link Here

Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Size Difference

You knocked on the thick wooden door, struggling to hold up the heavy tea tray in your other hand. After a few muffled footsteps from inside, the door swung open and your vision was filled by your archaeology professor’s unreasonably broad chest.

“[Name]! What a pleasant surprise!” He beamed down at you. “But isn’t it a bit late for you to be on campus?”

“It’s late for you too, isn’t it?” You teased.

Your professor put his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t have a wife at home to worry about me like the other professors do, so… Oh! Let me take that tray, it looks far too heavy for you.” He lifted it out of your grip easily with one hand.

You thanked him and followed him into his spacious office, closing the door behind you.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” he urged you. He set the tray on an end table between two plush chairs. He poured tea for both of you and sat.

“Thank you, professor.” You took the seat across from him.

“You can call me Jonathan, you know. I’m hardly older than you, since you’re a graduate student.”

Your cheeks reddened slightly at the informality of his statement. You took a sip of your tea and enjoyed the feeling of the teacup warming your fingers—not like you needed much help feeling warm around your favorite professor.

Jonathan took his teacup and leaned towards you attentively. In the dimly lamp-lit room, you saw that his sleeves were rolled up halfway to his elbows, exposing his burly, ink-stained forearms. The teacup looked ridiculously small in his hands.

“So,” he began, “where has your research led you today?”

“Well…” You set down your cup and stared at your hands. “I was reading about Pompeii, and I learned something… interesting.”

“Yes?”

Jonathan had a tendency to get lost in thought, but at that moment his blue eyes were focused only on you, making your hands tremble.

“Apparently, these ancient Romans… wrote some… colorful things…” You felt your face flush bright red as the words escaped your lips.

He laughed gently at your embarrassed expression. “Oh, the graffiti! There’s no shame in being curious, [Name]. That’s our job as scholars, isn’t it?” He stood up and retrieved a notebook from his shelf. “I actually translated a few things I saw on my own trip to Pompeii.” He flipped through the notebook until he reached a page near the middle and handed it to you.

The meanings of his scribbles eluded you.

“Um, prof—I mean, Jonathan? I’m afraid I can’t read your handwriting.”

“Oh!” He scooted his chair closer so that your knees brushed against his muscular legs. He leaned forward to read for you, leaving only a few meager inches between your faces. “Let’s see… This one says: Let whoever loves prosper; but let the person who doesn’t know how to love die. And let the one who outlaws love die twice .”

“That’s more beautiful than I expected.”

“I had the same reaction. You were probably expecting something like this one: Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog.”

You covered your mouth to hide your immature smile.

Jonathan looked at you with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, was that too inappropriate?”

“No, not at all! I’m just ashamed to find it amusing.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I understand. It is funny to see how little humanity has really changed over thousands of years. It isn’t all vulgar, though.” He pointed at another line he had written down. “Take this one, for example. It was written on somebody’s door. It says, Would that I could wrap my arms around your neck, and cover your lovely lips with kisses. ”

The two of you looked up from the notebook and locked eyes. You were suddenly aware of just how close you were. Even though your entire body was trembling with nerves, you decided to give Jonathan an obvious hint. It would devastate you if he reacted poorly, but you simply had to try.

“I wish that somebody felt that way about me.”

You saw Jonathan’s face go as red as yours, but he didn’t pull away. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, ever so slightly. Jonathan delicately cupped your cheek with one of his massive hands. Even with your eyes shut, you were acutely aware of him leaning closer. He whispered your name, and your breath hitched with excitement.

“I may be a little oblivious at times,” Jonathan whispered, caressing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. “But now I understand why you’ve been visiting me so often.”

He finally closed the distance between you, drawing you closer and pressing his lips firmly against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his solid muscles under the fabric of his dress shirt.

He gently removed your hands from behind his neck so he could pepper your knuckles with kisses. “I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

You looked down demurely and smiled. As your gaze traveled to his lower body, you saw that he was indeed feeling a certain way. His trousers looked like they could barely contain his arousal. The tight curve around his crotch made the impressive girth of his shaft obvious.

Jonathan gasped quietly and covered himself when he caught you looking.

“[Name], I’m so sorry, I’m sure this is making you terribly uncomfortable. I just—I haven’t been able to—you know—” He tripped over his words, trying to apologize.

“Jonathan,” you said softly. “It’s alright, really.” You hesitated before placing a hand on his knee. “I could … help you with that.”

His expression switched from shame to intrigue. “You would?”

“Of course.” You met his eyes and rubbed his knee lightly. You wouldn’t normally be so forward, but you’d been fantasizing about your professor for so long, you could hardly control yourself now that you were so close.

He squeezed your hands in his. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’ll be honored to accept whatever you’re willing to share.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

You slid down to kneel in front of your professor. As your knees hit the floor, he was already unbuttoning his trousers. He stood up briefly to pry off his shoes, and you helped him pull his trousers and underwear off.

Your face blanched when you saw his massive manhood for the first time. Beneath your burning lust, there was a current of anxiety as you wondered how you were going to fit it anywhere.

Jonathan sat back down in front of you with his legs spread wide. He stroked himself slowly as he watched you position your much-smaller body between his thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked.

“N-no, but I’m a quick study, right?” You tried to maintain your confident demeanor, but you were unraveling at the mere sight of Jonathan’s exposed body. You lifted one trembling hand and ran your fingers along his length.

“Try this,” Jonathan said. He took your hand and placed it on his shaft, curling his fingers around yours to show you how to grip it. “You can squeeze it a little more. You’re not going to hurt me.” You did as he told you, and his cock twitched in your hand. Jonathan grunted softly. “Ah, good. Now move like this.” He moved his hand over yours.

After Jonathan removed his hand, you kept pumping. You licked your lips and inched closer.

You slowly wrapped your lips around the head of his penis. He let out a stifled groan as you slid your tongue along the underside. You bobbed your head up and down, nearly gagging when Jonathan placed his hand on the back of your head, urging you to take him deeper. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself, based on the way he was moaning. However, your jaw quickly began to ache. Just the end of his cock was stretching your mouth to its limit. You drew back, wiping the saliva off of your lips.

“I’m sorry, it’s just too big,” You sighed. You couldn’t meet Jonathan’s eyes.

“That’s alright, [Name].” Jonathan stroked your hair. “I know something else we could do.”

You looked up at him in shock. “You mean…? I don’t think I’m ready to, you know…”

“Oh, no!” Jonathan protested. “I don’t mean sex. Er, it’s a form of sex…” He gestured inarticulately with his hands, seeming to give up on explaining. He reached for his notebook again and hastily showed you another page. You saw his recreation of an ancient drawing. In the picture, one figure was thrusting his penis between his partner’s thighs.

“Oh, that. ” You shed your pants and stood before Jonathan.

You saw Jonathan’s eyes flash with lust at the sight of your exposed hips and legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he stood and lifted you effortlessly, seating you on the edge of his desk. He pressed your thighs together and rutted against them. His cock, still wet from your mouth, slid easily between your thighs.

Jonathan grew more and more vocal as he bucked against you. Watching him come undone, with his normally-serene face flushed with lust and his muscles straining against his shirt, you felt heat pooling in your core. He adjusted his angle so that his massive cock rubbed the silky fabric of your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips against him, desperate for more friction. You could feel his length, hot and thick, pumping against your entrance.

Jonathan closed his eyes and moaned ecstatically, thrusting harder as he neared his orgasm. As he came, drenching the lower part of your blouse, you felt your body clench with a small orgasm of your own. Watching him pleasure himself with your body and feeling him rub against your clitoris had been close to enough--but you wanted more.

Jonathan leaned down and kissed you. “Thank you, [Name]. That was just what I--” He looked down at your shirt and gasped. “I ruined your clothes!”

“No, don’t worry about it!” You waved your hands dismissively and sat up. Unfortunately, however, it looked like Jonathan was right. He insisted that you take it off so he could go wash it in the bathroom sink.

You waited for him to return, snuggling into the jacket he had draped around your shoulders. As you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, you thought to yourself that your panties needed washing just as much as your shirt. Oh well. If you were lucky, maybe they would be even dirtier before the night was through.

[danddymaro]

Dio Brando X Reader | pt. 4

Pairing(s) : Dio x Reader x (somewhat ) Jonathan | Part 1 Phantom blood |

Previous : Over the Years, Till now

 word count:  6736

{ Remember, at this point, Our babies are all 18-19 W/ flashbacks of before included. }

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

A/N: EEEK It’s been a minute for this one. I hope it’s alright.

 Foolish

(f/n)'s eyes were trained on the doorway, a worried glance shot towards the entrance of the manor as she continued to stand in wait, hoping the double doors would soon open to reveal the dark-haired young gentleman that lured her heart so far deep into the tenderness, that it was trapped there.

Her duties went on completed but throughout the entire time, she couldn't help but keep going back by the entrance of the estate, distressed.

She practically made circles, each round seeming to wear down the strength she had to cover up the desperation that lay beneath the placid expression she wore until she was left with a completely readable face that cried of unease.

'He's been gone since morning...' she started, ' and soon, the sun will set,' she added anxiously, well aware that while he had grown more, and she was certain that he would take care of himself, danger could always find its way to him.

He was too kind.

- Too trusting, and even if he'd been strong enough to defend himself more, his heart was always soft.

'Jonathan,' She then thought while swallowing down thickly, ' I hope you are well,' she added with wholehearted regard that stemmed from true, dutiful affection.

' it's not like you to stray so far from home, much less during such hours,' she went on.

‘ And for such long periods,' she went on.

'You've been gone the entire day,' (f/n) then added, 'Just like yesterday,' she added with a strange, wired coil wrapped around her bouncing heart, the tightness of it almost unbearable.

“and the day before...” she murmured to herself.

What was keeping him so preoccupied...so far from home?

Something felt wrong.

Something felt like there was impending doom was right ahead, waiting in the corner like a ghastly fiend that hoped to consume her whole.

In all of her wondering, she didn't notice the steps that trailed from behind her, mirroring hers and that stopped only inches away.

Quiet as always and tranquil as an unrippled pond on the coolest night, towering blonde approached her and loomed behind her, his posture changing as he decided to come even closer by leaning down.

A warm, soft breath then tickled her cheek as he teasingly blew a puff of breath her way and with a startled jump, she came out of her daze, quickly bouncing back with a little squeal that was that of a naughty mouse caught in the kitchen, assaulted with a large broom.

"Do tell," the adopted Joestar started, " that face of concern... that wide-eyed glance... it means something, Doesn't it?" he murmured as he watched the said face melt back onto her features after the sudden startle he'd given her wore down.

When she realized it was him, she made no attempt to wear a mask, letting her face fall back into the same worry as before.

Naturally, she felt at ease.

However, she lightly bowed her head in embarrassment, and he could barley see the way her lower lips slipped in between the sharp edges of the two rows of teeth for just a moment as she considered the answer she could give him.

'Should I Ask?' she wondered. 'He should know....' She told herself. 'If anyone would know...he would.' she then thought with certainty, all as he looked at her in wait and curiosity.

He noticed that she must have something to tell him, something that had been on her mind and she was just a bit too bashful to speak of. Every so often she went to him too ask rather strange questions, some that were answered with mirth and amusement.

“I used to think babies were made with kisses,” (f/n) confessed, the young woman flushed at the nonsensical thinking of the 8 year old version of herself.

She even bowed her head in embarrassment at the confession, and Dio only snickered as they sat together on the grass, looking out into an open field.

By then they’d been into their teen years, the earlier ones around 14-15, and they’d have time to actually talk, sometimes about certain things too embarrassing to ask adults.

They were different, very different because Dio had known at that age, at just 8.

His mother had died when he was young, and in his father’s care he’d been exposed to plenty.

He was left in many places that weren’t meant for children when he wasn’t left home alone, when Dario schemed that people would feel more pity and less caution if a poor child was involved.

-And it had worked until people started recognizing them.

And when he’d grown just a little bit older, trying to scavenge for enough to get a meal, he’d seen certain things as well. He was hardly ever around a decent crowed.

- All while (f/n) thought of how one single kiss, innocent as it would be could make her a child.

“Oh, so if I were to kiss you now, we’d make a child , right?” he questioned her, and her immediate response was to peep out , frantic ‘No!’

“That’s now how they’re made!” she said hastily.

“Then would you still want a kiss?” he asked her, leaning in closer before she swatted him away.

“Of course not!” she told him, “Besides, we’d have to be in love for the child to happen,” she said in an all too certain tone, one he actually laughed at.

“Love?!” he continued to chuckle.

He’d never seen her so frustrated and embarrassed, all at the same time.

As she tightly held the fabric of her skirt into fisted balls, he had to look away to hide the enormous grin her wore.

Such a silly girl,’ he thought to himself.

“I already told you...” she mumbled lowly, begrudgingly. “I used to think that...I don’t think that any more,” she told him.

“You seem rather convinced to me,” Dio said back teasingly.

“If you know so much, then do tell....how are they made?” he asked her, and she made a little sound of discomfort, something of a mix between a groan and a huff.

“You still don’t know, do you?” he asked her as he finally settled down, his voice much more calmed, and it seemed to lure her out of the little tense bubble she’d been suffocating in.

The only reason she knew she was wrong was because back then, Agatha had explained to her that, that wasn’t how they were made. She’d smiled and chuckled at the Child’s innocence, and while she assured to tell her the truth when she was older, she never did.

She did however tell her that, that didn’t mean she should kiss just any boy, which (f/n) didn’t need to be told twice.

“No...” (f/n) said with a small voice.

“But...Would you teach me?” she asked him, and for some reason the question made him feel strange.

He felt warm in the face, his palms growing moist with sweat.

Seldom did he feel shame, or even such bashfulness, but the question made him revert into a timidity he’d long forgotten.

“Would you explain it to me Dio?” she asked him, wanting to know.

She took a moment of silence before she decided to take a brave, low breath to still the waver that most certainly would have taken over her own words,

"It does," she then murmured, and he smiled softly. “What would it be?” he questioned her.

He felt rather playful, the mood aroused by the young woman before him.

Granted his day had been something less than pleasant, and it wasn’t due to anything that had upset him, but rather the simple mundane activities he partook.

It was mostly studies and bore, spending time with people he had to, rather than the one he actually had any interest in.

But now he was free, free to actually find (f/n) and pester her.

He did love how easily he could fluster her.

“Ah....Dio,” she added, hoping she wouldn't sound too forward, nor imprudent.

'I don't have a right to,' she thought to herself briskly, but not quickly enough to stop the words from flowing.

"- Where is Jonathan?" she asked the ruby-eyed male.

It wasn't her place to ask.

She knew it.

It wasn't to her concern for any reason, because as a servant, all she should be troubled with was how to maintain the household and tend to him when he was actually there.

- certainly, not to ask questions of his whereabouts.

The question seemed to shift his mood, the playful twinkle in his eyes dying down and he near scoffed at the question.

It was like someone had flipped a switch on the young man.

The relaxed posture he carried then became rather rigged as his shoulder squared, his spine straightened tightly before his arms crossed.

"Ah," he sounded, the breath coming out both blue and green at the same time.

" Jonathan you ask..." he started.

He hadn’t even crossed Dio’s mind that day, strange as it was.

'Jonathan you always plead,' he inwardly thought with a bitter taste in his mouth.

‘To think I've spent my day just thinking of coming home to you... and one of the first things you ask is of Jonathan,’ he inwardly sighed.

"- He's with that country girl again," he said with a scowl, very clearly bothered, and only assuming that’s where he was.

That’s where he’s been for the past week after all.

"It seems as though she's returned," he added lowly, remembering how years prior, soon after the incident between them, she'd suddenly left.

Poor Jonathan had been crushed, and while that would have certainly been a point for Dio to enjoy, it quickly turned dour when he noticed how much more attentive (f/n) was to him.

Jonathan's sorrow became her concern, and the plunge he would have had become less brutal.

The brat was pampered even moreso, and all throughout the while Dio clenched his fists in utter annoyance and frustration.

That night as he’d followed her, he couldn't help but seethe, especially when after their tussle, she'd snuck in to see Jonathan.

Jonathan sat on his bed, his eyes cast down, not quite looking at (f/n) as she delicately brushed a little cotton swab over his lower lip.

He winced slightly as he felt the sting of the liquid it had been dabbed in, all as (f/n) offered him a sympathetic smile.

She wasn’t trying to hurt him, in fact, she was doing her best to help.

Her other hand touched his jaw, holding him still as she eyed his bruised flesh with concern.

Granted Jonathan and Dio had yet to properly see eye to eye, but it shouldn’t have been enough for them to have such aggression towards each other.

The other boy had only stayed with them for a few weeks and yet there was so much animosity between them, it was strange.

"Why were you two fighting ?" she questioned him with worry, and it received a low sigh.

The Joestar sat silently, frustrated.

He couldn't possibly tell her, simply because that would mean spreading word of what occurred, further tarnishing Erina's name, even if he trusted (f/n).

Even if (f/n) was not someone to gossip, he wouldn't want to continue to sully a poor maiden's name.

"It was...nothing," Jonathan breathed. "It was only a short scuffle," he told her, to which (f/n) responded with, with upturned brows.

"A short scuffle does not end in so much blood and bitterness," she argued back, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip with tenderness.

"Your father-"

Jonathan stopped her before she could continue, his hand falling onto her wrist.

The hold was kind, no form of wickedness in it as his fingers circled around it, only gentleness as it then slid up and his palm slid across her flesh.

His palm covered her hand, and as the contact lasted, her eyes went wide.

And she looked on with a dazzling twinkle.

"Jonathan..." she murmured, the sound breathy, whatever she was going to say, forgotten.

Slowly, his face began to warm, the new color that had spread noticeable.

"Ever so considerate..." he said softly, tenderness in his eyes as he gazed at her, knowing the worry, acknowledging it, and accepting it with an open heart that was swayed by the simple look alone.

"I know you worry," he told her, " But please..." he then added.

"Please do not ask me more." he pleaded.

"It is not because I do not trust you, but because it isn't a matter that is mine to speak of," he assured her, and (f/n) nodded with understanding.

“Just know that I appreciate this,” he told her while slowly letting go. “I appreciate everything you do for me (f/n),” he added while continuing to glow.

It was strange.

Erina’s friendship was something that made him feel ecstatic. It made him feel happy and alive.

- She made him feel those things.

Her attention made his heart flutter.

But so did (f/n).

(f/n) also made him feel that way, and perhaps other things that he just couldn’t put a name to, but knew were earnest.

-And he thought to himself that perhaps there was a reason she shouldn’t be alone in his room so late at night.

He swallowed down thickly as his other hand trembled to take hold of her other hand, wanting the contact, but for some reason stopped.

Why was it so difficult now when before, it was something that was done without a second thought. Before, they would interlock fingers, and they’d hold on tight as they spun in circles as they sung little songs.

They’d even take turns in picking each other up just for fun.

Why was contact so...strange now?

The last time they’d been alone in his room was months ago, a little over three, and it was quite different now.

So different.

He reasoned that maybe it was because now he mused over how pretty she was, over how much she looked lovely, not just cute, and it made him nervous.

- (f/n) now made him nervous, so nervous that touches made him become flustered.

Their silence was interrupted by a little gasp that came from his bedroom’s door.

Agatha stood there with rounded eyes as she saw the two.

Jonathan was sitting on his bed while (f/n) stood before him, cradling his cheek, touching it lovingly as his own hand found home over hers.

And his other was just an inch away from taking hold of the one at her side.

It all looked rather compromising, but not any more than the surprised faces they wore, and not as incriminating as the terror in their eyes that showed at being caught.

The elder woman’s mouth was shut tight, her lips pressed thin as she hurried over to the two.

Her immediate response was to pull (f/n) by her arm, dragging her out of the room with silence that ceased when she reached the exit.

She looked over at the young master with worry, worry for her, for (f/n) and for Jonathan himself.

“-Not a word of this...to anyone,” she said gravely in a harsh whisper while looking at Jonathan, promising to him her silence, and in return hoping for the same.

(f/n) had promised Agatha she did nothing wrong, or rather, nothing inappropriate.

Because, technically, it was wrong of her to be there, but she explained how she was just worried, and that all she’d done was tend to his little cuts and bruising.

She then told her word for word what had happened, and as sweet as the older maid was on the young girl, she was sure to be stern when she scolded her.

“I trust you (f/n). You are a good girl. And master Jonathan is a good boy too...” she said while trialing off, not knowing if she had to have the talk with her.

The serious one that would explain that certain feelings, no matter how pure they started, could end in disaster.

- Was it too early, too soon?

It’d be different if she didn’t live in the same home as a boy that she certainly had feelings for.

‘I just don’t want her making the same mistakes I did,’ she thought with a heavy weight anchoring her shoulders.

‘I just wish you’d stay little forever,’ she thought with upset, battling with the part of her that didn’t want to see her grow older.

“I do...But if anyone else were to have seen you...they would have thought differently,” she reasoned, and (f/n) nodded with understanding.

Some time after Jonathan had gathered the courage to approach the elder servant to clear the air, and he apologized too, swearing that nothing had occurred.

He stated that he cared about (f/n) too much to ever do anything that would tarnish her name.

The young boy was sweet, he was caring and truthful, and so Agatha sighed softly, shaking her head as she accepted the apology, hoping it would be the only time something similar would occur.

"What was her name...what was her name, " Dio then wondered aloud, all as (f/n) waited with rounded eyes.

He really had trouble even remembering the girl's name, and throughout then he even closed his eyes in frustration, trying to concentrate and find the little compartment in his brain where the name might lay.

"A girl..?" (f/n) dumbly repeated.

"Yes," he hummed, seeming to think harder as he then took his right hand and placed it to his temple, turning away from her and pacing back, "what WAS her name? For the life of me I cannot remember," he said while the young woman trailed behind him, strummed to his every word, shadowing his every step with hands that were pressed together in a tight clasp.

As he gave (f/n) a side-eyed glance, he noticed she mirrored his steps, following dutifully until he came to a halt, forcing her an abrupt stop that almost tumble her over.

"Dio? Can you really not remember?" she then asked, waiting for him to tell her, and he gave her a pouty, little frown.

"Well, She is ever so unimportant to me," he started, slowly realizing why she fretted so much.

It hadn't really dawned upon him why until he saw her wait so desperately, so strum along his answer.

Admittedly, he felt like an idiot for not realizing why it mattered so much at first.

"...Ever so, that I simply cannot recall...but I should given that Jojo seems so...enthralled with her," Brando continued while his index tapped the point of his chin.

‘Will you finally understand then?’ he silently questioned her. ‘If you know that he’s seeing someone... so unlike you...’

As he muttered the last bit there was a soft uplift to the corner of his mouth, and he smirked away at the very idea, all as she was so immersed into her own brooding suffrage and thoughts of the Joestar to realize.

"I suppose nothing has changed," he then added offhandedly.

"What do you mean by that?" (f/n) questioned him.

"Hm..Has he said nothing to you?" he then asked, turning back to her and forcing her to run into him, "Surely he's mentioned her to you," he said while his hands fell upon her forearms, holding her still for a moment as he steadied her, all as she numbly moved.

"No..." she answered lowly, her voice petal-soft. "He hadn't spoken to me...as of late," she informed him, downhearted, feeling forgotten.

"He's been a stranger to me..." she lamented. "I hadn't known he'd been seeing someone," she added.

"... that he'd made a new friend." she then added, trying to smile.

"but I'm happy he's made a new friend." her heart tried to focus on the word, on the very idea that perhaps they were just friends, even if it just so happened to be a girl.

'Jojo has met someone new. He's just excited to have someone new,' she thought to herself, knowing that even if he was kind, friendships were hard to come across.

'he shouldn't be confined to himself,' she added, knowing she was being selfish, convincing herself that if Jonathan could be her friend, then he could be so to someone else...Right?

" New Friend?" Dio chuckled, unable to help himself from sounding amused.

He was truly amused that Jonathan hadn’t bothered to tell (f/n), not once.

And (f/n) who knew all of Jonathan knew nothing of Erina.

‘Interesting,’ he mused.

“He’s known Erina for years now,” he informed her.

“if you recall a few years ago he was rather blue, did he ever tell you why?” he questioned her, and (f/n) shook her head no.

She’d been there throughout, but he never quite told her.

He’d always stay quiet, and she only felt worse because it must have been something that truly hurt him for him not to want to share.

And she’d had a suspicion it had to do with the fight with Dio, because the mood had shifted only a few days after the brawl.

‘He’d said to trust him,’ (f/n) thought to herself, reasoning that if she never asked, it wasn’t because she didn’t care, but that she took his words to heart.

And she never bothered to ask Dio either, especially given that during the time she hadn’t been close enough to ask him anything.

Sure she’d had another perspective of him, but she was still uncomfortable around him.

She then wondered how could an entire person that seemed so dear to Jonathan have slipped past her.

“It was because Erina left. and she left poor Jojo without even a goodbye. The poor thing was crushed,” he said while telling the truth, leaving out his entire hand during the time, not mentioning that she hadn’t said a word because of the shame she felt.

-The shame she felt at losing her first kiss to Dio, and not Jonathan who she’d pinned for.

Jonathan who had only a day before confessed to her that he hoped she would be in his life forever and had carved a heart on wood.

To think he’d been able to crush their romance before it had even begun.

" So I'd say she's more than a friend," he added with a touch of amusement.

‘She was hardly even his girlfriend,’ he mused darkly because they hadn’t even gotten to that point.

"Tell me, have you ever carved your initials in a heart before?" he asked her, having seen the new fresh carving the day before, and it surely meant something.

"Posted on wood for all to see?" he questioned her coyly as she slowly shrunk.

Just as she felt, her body slumped into a defeated state, and she took in a shaky breath before answering,

"Never..." she said while not admitting that a couple of times before she'd done so, but on her own accord.

Within the pages of an old diary, there were plenty of little hearts scattered, and Jonathan's name scribbled down with so much tenderness that the lines had been perfect and smooth.

Back when they'd been children no older than 10 she'd begun the doodles, and while now the pages of her new book were devoid of the childish, little drawings, they, as her had matured.

In place were words of endearment.

Poems.

- Love letters all dedicated to the Joestar, who had yet to see her affection, and who, as it sounded, had found their own muse.

“(f/n)…(f/n) “ he tutted, “Poor, naïve (f/n),” he said with a touch of mockery evident.

“Let’s face it, he'd never love you, have you yet to understand?” he nearly sneered, the words spoken with a serpent's tongue, touched with just the slightest hiss that conveyed all of the venom that brewed within him throughout.

He could see how much the revaluation hurt her, and he felt bitter because he knew that in spite of it, she still held onto hope.

- Hope that Jonathan would see her instead.

Cruelty and sinister like as though he harbored spite for her, he continued to sneer, “A lowly wench such as yourself, You’re nothing but a servant in his eyes,” He reminded her, his soft words seething with envy, boiled to a point it could no longer be properly contained.

“ All he does is use you, can’t you see?” He questioned her with a soft pout, while all the while she silently shook her head, not believing in his poisoned tongue, convinced it came from a dark place.

Her ears took in the malicious words, yet her heart worked tirelessly to counter the evil, convincing her that at the end of the day, it was all lies.

However, despite that, she felt a twinge at her heart, the muscle aching because it hadn’t been the first time she’d been reminded of her position.

- And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“You and your naïve nature,” he murmured, cursing at a very trait he oftentimes found endearing and thought too much about.

What made her sweet made him sour.

What made her weak, made him seek to protect her.

“You and your foolish heart,” he said while grabbing her wrist, tugging her to him, causing her to crash into him.

Hastily, her hands both placed at his chest to stop an even closer collision, her hurt, dimmed eyes wide as she stared up at him, unknowing of just what his intentions were.

‘Dio wouldn’t hurt me,’ She told herself, ‘But sometimes… not so much as before...He can be brash,’ She then argued.

Throughout the years he was less inclined to react upon his anger, becoming a more rational man, however in various little instances she would see his eyes ignite, his form become ridged, as well as watch as his thick brows curve deeply into displeasure he couldn’t hide.

'He hardly ever scowls now,' she then realized, but that all changes right when reciting this very well preformed argument.

'But he’s nearly a brute when we speak of this.'

She then thought to herself, still remembering all of his sweet grasps that pulled her to him, easing her back up from the drastic drops her heart would descend from.

More than once he'd serve as a pillar, standing there in the wake, sometimes waiting for her to lean, and other times moving on his own accord.

The circumstances differed, but there was always an embrace that followed, one that let her know that he would never hurt her.

- That he was sorry.

He then pulled her arm out, spinning her around to where his chest came in contact with her back.

An arm coiled around her midsection whilst as his opposite hand moved to hold her jaw, forcing her to look forward at the place she’d always considered home,

“ I want you to see that All of this…” he started, his eyes skimming over every luxurious interior piece of the mansion, “All of this… It will one day be his.” He added, knowing that by right it all belonged to the Joestar.

Even if there was a promise to him, it would always belong to Jonathan by right.

“- While you have nothing.

While you come from nothing,” he continued on, and for just a moment his eyes held a vulnerability he was grateful she couldn't see because the same could be said about him and the accursed blood that ran through his very being.

‘You weren't born into this luxury.

You don’t belong.

You and I... We will always be looked down upon by their kind,’ He silently spoke.

Why couldn't she see?

why couldn't she just understand?

Why hasn't he been able to tear them apart?

‘Why do you continue to wait for him?’ he wondered.

“ All those years ago, while you were here scrubbing away at filth he spent his day happily frolicking along fields and ponds with Erina Pendleton,” He informed her, the sudden revelation causing (f/n) to freeze, stunned.

“And now of course, they walk along town side by side and he seems unashamed to be seen with her,” he told her.

“ And father seems to approve...” he added lowly.

“ Erina…?” (F/n) said confused, a small shudder coursing through her at the name she’d never heard before.

“Her name is Erina?” She asked, tilting her head back, blinking up at the man with a halted breath, her eyes already wet.

For some reason knowing the name struck her fierce, whatever doubt she had before cemented with certainty that scathed.

At the question, the man's face lit up with delight and the grin he wore was accented by the devious twinkle in his eyes,

"Yes... Erina Pendleton," he confirmed. " I seem to recall now. She’s A very proper young lady," he told her, “With bright blue eyes and golden hair that is almost silk-like,” he praised, not having seen the young woman as of late, but none the less saying so.

“- A lovely sight,” he assured her.

The last he remembered she was just a brat, one that had scathed him when she dared to slurp filthy water than to remain with the taste his lips.

At the thought, he felt annoyed because it wasn’t like he even felt a shred of attraction for the damn girl, yet she had the nerve to deny him before those other fools that pointed and laughed at him.

And he wondered if he took a savor of the pretty, red lips before him, would they give in?

Or would she be so dutiful to Jonathan, that she too would reject him so crassly?

Or...would she realize that there was something better than the Joestar?

"To think he's known her for years, and has never mentioned her to you...not once," he said to her.

"Concerning isn't it?" he questioned her.

" Perhaps he is being thoughtful though,” he then reasoned, “ Seeing as you two are nothing alike,” he informed her.

“You are right...he is kind and wouldn’t tell you just how much you don’t fit into his taste,” he said with consideration.

“I mean...her hands are soft, unlike yours," he said grasping at her hand, encasing it in his larger, stronger one.

He forced the palm to face them, both as he spoke,

" one look at these and one could determine your nothing but a lowly servant, " he said with a tut, and at that she tried to pull them away, hoping to stuff them beneath her apron to obscure the sight, but his hold did not relent.

Years ago, a handful ago, he'd made a comment about them, a rather innocent one that hadn’t really been anything meant to hurt her, but letting her know how rough they felt at the palms, and it was enough for her to grow unconfident about them.

It was enough for her to not want Jonathan to look at them.

It was enough to make her not want anyone to feel them.

And every night, with worry she'd soothe cream onto the flesh, detesting how no matter what she saw, they seemed ugly.

They didn't look delicate to her. They didn't seem as soft as they should be.

- How would anyone ever ask for her hand?

"Let's face it," he huffed, " no amount of smudged colors and pretty hand me downs can hide that," he told her, his right hand holding her cheek, wiping away the fallen tear and as his thumb wiped down, it rotated again to wipe off the touch of red that decorated her lower lip.

"I've told you plenty of times before, that no matter what you do. No matter how much you plea and pray… he will never lay his eyes on you," He said to her as the red smudged.

"And even if he dared…" he started, hearing her weep, "even if he dared to set his eye-”

"Please Dio… p-please no more..." She begged, sniffling, trying to hold back her tears as she tried to shake him off.

His hold on her loosened, a firm press to his lips as he released her, watching her stumble forward, her hands pressed to her chest as the muscle within bled, crying out in pain at the many stab wounds that had struck her.

She fell to her knees, her crying face pointed down as she continued to shed tears.

They fell and decorated the polished floor, the little globs soon forming a very tiny pond of sorrow beneath her.

'You're reminded of your place.

It’s as it should be.

It serves you right …

And yet…

- and yet,' he thought to himself as he bit his tongue.

'Tch…' he was quick, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close, forcing her head down onto his chest.

"Enough…" he said softly, his voice low and nearly silent as he looked up to the ceiling, vexed.

Yet again he gave in, going from bitter to sweet in an instant.

“it’s nothing to cry over,” he said quietly.

‘Jonathan isn’t something to cry over,’

He inwardly cursed at the circumstances, because to break Jonathan he needed to sever every tie that could pull him back.

And right before him was the most powerful anchor.

he could not break Jonathan without destroying  (F/n).

And it frustrated him.

Even if Erina had Jonathan's attention now, losing (f/n) would certainly be a wound that would not heal.

" I already know!" She said back, her voice muffled by his shoulder where she leaned in.

"I know I'm worth nothing!" she cried out,

" I know he’d never love me!

I know I'm nothing more than a filthy servant," she said to him, finally voicing out the ugly thoughts she’s had.

'An abandoned child without love.

Always in search of even a fragment of tenderness...' she held onto him desperately before her fingers dug into him, finding enough strength to cling to him.

She continued to cry until another voice interrupted.

'No, No, No!' she inwardly. 'Don't you remember?' she thought to herself.

"Not...not Jojo," She started, sounding unconvinced at first before she seemed to gather her thoughts properly.

" He doesn't care about any of that," she then said while her hold loosened, the desperation she clung to Dio lessening as she fought against his own say.

"Not him..." She said while delicately shilling, the expression she wore so frail, that just a single word could shatter it.

“Anyone but him,” she said.

" (f/n) ," He said to her, his voice low and soft, the edge to it gone as he then attempted to reach for her fallen tears that still fell and clung to her lashes.

“- You must understand.”

His palm nearly touched her wet cheek before she turned away.

Turning her face away, she collected them on her own, and with the single motion, she did more harm to him than any strike ever fallen onto his flesh.

His stomach fell, and it anchored his heart into the same downward route.

She couldn't even look at him, and during then he shook.

The kind reaching hand then fisted angrily, trembling with loathing, for not her, but for the Joestar who always had her tied to him.

- For Dio himself for holding her so dear.

"I despise this... weakness," he said to himself as he stood, glaring down at the woman with eyes that had hardened the saddened pools of warmth into cold cut ruby stone before she could realize how much he was pained.

" I detest you," he then added as he watched her, their sights connected as she gave him the same look as always.

Tender, and sweet, as well as saddened and holding just the lightest touch of pity directed to him.

She didn't raise her voice at him, nor did she accuse him of anything.

She didn't retaliate for what was an attack against her, instead, staying calm, the remains of her sorrow still evident on her face, but no longer flowing.

" I cannot stand that damnable sight of you," he continued on as he took in the affection that was directed to him, especially the tenderness that existed, but was just a hair strand away from love.

because everything that had crossed that line was meant for someone else, devoted to another person who always found a way to persevere.

"You are nothing but a fool," he finally said, speaking loudly and eyeing her, but addressing his own self.

He would have been able to accomplish so much had she not existed.

She was always in the middle, and whenever bad came to Jonathan it only drove her closer to the Joestar.

If his ties were severed elsewhere, she waited openly, only adding more strength to their own bond.

She was a nuisance to his effort, and while he would have easily been able to have gotten rid of her with some sort of plan.

- Any coercion or devious scheme, it always pained him to even think that she'd suffer.

She'd suffer because of him. She'd despise him, inevitably and with certainty, she'd despise him.

And the idea pained him in a way that just burned.

At one point he'd wondered if he put aside everything else, then he could share whatever good he had with her.

But to do that, she'd have to let go of Jonathan, which was something she'd never do.

So, his options were to just live without her, but have a fortune, or to have nothing and still be without her.

"A fool..." he repeated as he continued to glare at her.

Past whatever pain she felt and had consumed her, she then lifted her chin, just enough for a person that was sure of themselves,

"I am...aren't I ?" she asked him, a smile that pained him being offered.

" For loving someone who hurts me so much," she told him, "Who takes my heart and crushes it whenever they feel upset, " she mused while standing on her own.

"Who's own heart is so wounded, they believe that is the way mine should be," she added while continuing to smile at him.

‘Dio... even if it were for my own good, it’s like you hold bitterness towards me, when i’ve only ever offered my friendship to you, my care.’

"At least when Jonathan hurts me, it comes from not knowing, from not being aware of what I feel.

But you?

- When you hurt me....you know what blows to deal, and you strike low whenever you can." she said with hurt.

“ For you to know these things... it’s because I trust you... I trust you not to hurt me.” she told him.

‘Sometimes... I think you know me better than Jonathan because there are things I cannot tell him....things he would not understand. Things I am too ashamed to speak of...’

“But you do so anyways...whenever the mood strikes you do so,” she lamented.

"And I'm not sure if I can - If i..." she seemed to lose her certainty, and instead she bit her lip with discomfort, her eyes cast away.

‘ Can’t you see... It hurts me more to have you against me. It muddies my feelings when you do this...when you hurt me, then hold me,’ she thought with confusion, unable to understand.

‘Can’t you see that when you say these things... they sound as though you believe them yourselves...as though you see me as nothing...’

She thought with pain, her eyes welling with tears again.

She shook her head quickly, "I need to get back to my duties," she said instead.

"-To do what A servant does. "She said with a less than convincing smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"If you need me, young master...I will be where I belong today, as every day," she informed him before brushing past him.

The single address so formal it was nearly cold, made his breath halt.

Her heart ached, but not so much as his as he stood there stilly, struck by a great pain that stopped him from reaching out for her and pulling her back as his immediate thoughts told him to do.

He continued to stay there in silence, and inwardly cursed at his brother, detesting him furthermore.

Yes Dio likes her, he’s terribly in love. but he’s so damn stubborn and stupid he doesn’t just accept that he straight up loves her and contradicts himself so much.

- I don’t give a shit about you, but like, I actually do.

-Why can’t you see he’s not the one for you.

His love isn’t perfect, its’ somewhat sick and toxic. He acts on jealousy, a lot. And he does tend to offend her with his own insecurities because of his own origins.

The whole Jonathan and Erina thing, imma add more to that soon. Obviously I changed things up to fit.

[malfoys-demigod]

Professor Crane - Tim Drake x Reader

Summary: A jealous Tim feels like you’ve been spending more time devoting yourself to the new psychology teacher as he’s been hearing that students have been gushing over him.

A/N: Let’s be real, Jonathan Crane in the Dark Knight movie franchise was hot, especially in the first movie.

Another year at Gotham Academy, another year of sleepless nights doing patrols, causing Tim Drake to lose energy and time for his academics. Great. It was only last year when school was something he was looking forward to as he actually befriended somebody at school. And that person was you.

He can easily recall the moment you both shared your first interactions with each other. The both of you had Chemistry class together and with having a sleepless night the night before, neither of you knew that there was going to be a paired up experiment. As the class divided to their pairs, you and Tim were the only ones left partnerless. Tim made the first move and asked if you were comfortable doing the experiment together, and you said yes as your dreams of being with Tim Drake, the boy you found handsome, were accomplished. From there on, you two became best of friends, not knowing that the two of you developed deep feelings for each other.

This school year, the both of you managed to choose the same classes, hoping you’d be together all day everyday. And it came true. You shared notes, fell asleep together, did each others homeworks, and so on. Tim felt like your friendship was going stronger each day spent together. That was until the original Psychology teacher suddenly resigned, bringing in a new, younger, and good looking teacher, causing all the girls (including you) swoon as he made his first appearance.

The new teacher gracefully entered the classroom, placing his brief case on the table, and removing his glasses to face the class. “Hello, everyone. I’m Professor Jonathan Crane and I will be continuing your Psychology class throughout the year.” he smiled, now turning to the board to write his name. As he turned away, all the girls silently pretended to faint and started claiming him. Tim was surprised to notice you, staring at him with big heart eyes. You glanced at your best friend who was sitting beside you, “It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” you said blushing and removing your school jacket. Tim rolled his eyes, upset that his chances of asking you out lowered.

--

As weeks, and eventually months passed by, Tim seriously noticed how less you’ve been hanging out with him. In every other class, sure, you’d still exchange jokes and laughs, but when it was Crane’s class, a single word wouldn’t come out of your mouth, only when you wanted to recite every time you had the chance, trying to gain acknowledgement from your professor. Heck, even after school your daily visits to coffee shops with Tim started stopping as you told him you’d swing by Crane’s classroom to join a bunch of girls to be tutored by him, even if Tim could single handedly do that and you both were A+ students.

There was that one night you two finally shared together. It was late, like at around 10pm, Tim, being extremely exhausted, just finished patrolling the night and decided to change and stop by his favorite coffee shop, only to find you there. “Y/N.” he tiredly exhaled from his breath and walked over to your booth. “Is that school work?” he raised his eyebrows, looking at your tired figure as you were typing on your laptop.

“Yeah, just some extra credit for Psychology.”

“I don’t see the point in all of this.” he said, sitting across you. “You and I are in the top of his class, yet you have the urge to visit him after school hours. I barely get to see you now! Please don’t tell me you’re turning into one of those girls who have been falling all over his looks! They annoy me.” 

You, being caught red handedly frowned at the fact that you’ve been giving your time and attention to your professor more than him. “I am SO not like them!” you scolded Tim, gathering your things, “In fact, he told me that he’s giving me the honor to test his psychology project this week after class. I believe you’re just jealous that I became number one in his class.” you stood up, leaving an upset Tim by the booth. You knew he was right, that you’ve been all over Crane, and that you realized how much coffee dates and hangouts at the Manor you’ve missed. You realized how you’ve been leaving your longtime crush in the dark all along. You were going to try your best to make it up to him. You were going to promise that this project Crane had for you were to be the last attention you’d give him. 

And it was. 

--

You were spending your afternoon after class at Professor Crane’s classroom while Tim was spending another lonely after class at the Manor. His brothers obviously were aware of how sad he was. They missed the sight of Tim being happy at home while you were there to make him smile. They also missed you being a constant source of happiness as they all lived a gruesome life. 

Tim was just in the couch with his brothers, drinking another mug of coffee until Bruce popped into the living room with a very serious look. “There was an accident at Gotham Academy. Someone’s getting away, let’s go.” Tim dropped his mug, assuming that you were still there at school. “Y/N’s still there.” Bruce nodded, “You get her while the rest of us find the culprit.”

--

Tim uncaringly took took Jason’s motorcycle and sped to school, praying that you were safe. 

As he arrived campus, he hopped off the bike and dashed directly to Crane’s office to find you in the corner of the floor, hugging your knees and crying. He enveloped you in a hug, trying to calm you down, “You’re going to be alright, Y/N, you’re going to be alright. Do you think you can tell me what happened?” he said, brushing a strand of hair to the side. 

“P-professor C-crane.” you choked. 

“What about him?”

“H-he... asked i-if he I w-wanted to see his... m-mask.” you took another deep breath, “T-then g-gas came out and h-he turned into m-my worst f-fears. It was h-horrible, Tim.”

“You’re alright now. I’m here Y/N and I’m never leaving you ever again.”

“I’m s-sorry Tim, for everything. I r-realized how much of a horrible friend I w-was to you. I forgot h-how much I loved you.” you said, hugging him tighter. Tim gave a caring smile at the last line and kissed you on the forehead, “I’m never losing sight of the love of my life ever again, you hear me?” he asked, looking at you nod in response. “I love you.” 

[abbacchiosbelt]

🌟 Abbacchiosbelt Masterlist 2020 - Part I 🌟

An updated masterlist of all my works on this blog. Hopefully, I didn’t miss anything! I had to repost this because apparently, Tumblr has a limit on links... Anyways, please enjoy! ♥

Part II!

All Writing 📝

AO3 Archive [A majority of my works on AO3 have been archived on this blog, though not all of them are. If you’d like to check out my AO3, here’s the link!]

BY CHARACTER [Fics, Headcanons, Ask Prompt Responses]

Part 1 - Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

George Joestar 1st

Part 2 - Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Lisa Lisa

Wamuu

Esidisi

Santana

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

Avdol

Dio Brando

Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 - Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan Kishibe

Jotaro Kujo

Yoshikage Kira

Mikitaka

Tomoko Higashikata

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijumura

Yukako Yamagishi

Part 5 - Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno’s Gang

Bruno Buccellati

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Guido Mista

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

La Squadra

Risotto Nero

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

Unita Special

Squalo

Tiziano

Cioccolata

Secco

Diavolo

Doppio

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Part 7 - Steel Ball Run 🏇

Johhny Joestar

Diego Brando

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Part 8 - Jojolion ⚓

Josuke Higashikata 8 (Gappy)

Yasuho Hirose

Confession Session ❤️

Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

Erina Pendleton

William Zeppeli

Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

The Pillarmen

Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

DIO

Avdol

Daniel D’arby

Terence / Telence D’arby

Mariah Confession

Vanilla Ice

N’Doul

Hol Horse

The World

Star Platinum

Silver Chariot

Hierophant Green

Magician’s Red

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan

Jotaro

Josuke

Okuyasu

Tomoko

Mikitaka

Yoshikage Kira

Killer Queen

Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno

Sticky Fingers

Abbacchio

Moody Blues

Narancia

Giorno

Gold Experience

Mista

Sex Pistols

Fugo

Purple Haze

Trish

Bucci Gang / Bruno’s Gang

La Squadra

Melone

Prosciutto

Risotto

Illuso

Pesci

Doppio

Diavolo

King Crimson

Cioccolata

Secco

Squalo & Tiziano

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Steel Ball Run 🏇

Diego Brando

Johnny Joestar

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Jojolion ⚓

Gappy (Josuke Higashikata 8)

Yasuho Hirose

Jobin Higashikata

WRITING PROMPTS & OTHER🖋️

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Ask Prompt

Yandere Prompt

JJBA Headcanons

Mini Fic Headcanons

Fluff

Not SFW

Valentine’s Day 2020

Monster AU

General AUs

COMMISSIONED WORKS 🌻

Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader [NSFW]

Portraits of Home | Family AU - Jonathan, OC Elisa Joestar, and Dio [SFW]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader ! Please read the tags ! [NSFW]

Your Hand In Mine | Kira x F!Reader [NSFW]

See You Again | Prosciutto x F!Reader (Shae ☻) [NSFW]

Stay And Love Me | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Easy To Please | Joseph (Part 3) x F!Reader [NSFW]

Sweet Spot | OC x Risotto [NSFW]

Happy To Say | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Lights Out | Mista x Reader [NSFW[

In Care Of | Proscitutto x F!Reader x Risotto [NSFW]

JJBA FIC MASTERLIST 💌

Give In | Dio Brando x M!Reader [NSFW]

Paradise Isn’t Far | Guido Mista x F!Reader [NSFW]

Stolen | Diavolo!Bruno x F!Reader [NSFW]

Always Forever | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Hold My Love | Diavolo x Doppio [NSFW]

Disregard | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Anything For You | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Just Like That | Prosciutto x F!Reader x Melone  [NSFW]

Full | Risotto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Need | Risotto Nero (Solo, F!Reader S/O) [NSFW]

Drift to Me | Jotaro Kujo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Reckless | Tiziano x F!Reader x Squalo [NSFW]

Purple Breeze | Merman AU w/Jotaro & Star Platinum [SFW]

Violent Intimacy | Cioccolata x F!Reader x Secco [NSFW]

Unfinished Business | La Squadra and Cioccolata [NSFW]

Human Nature | Mikitaka x Reader [SFW]

Amore Carino | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

When I’m With You | Jotaro x Reader [SFW]

Moonlight | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato [NSFW]

Lovely Beings | Kars x Reader [NSFW]

I Want It All | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Feels Right | Abbacchio x Reader [SFW]

Bomb Pop | Polpo x Reader [NSFW]

Process | Melone & GN!Reader [SFW]

Lucky You | Bruno x GN!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Midnight Snack | Gyro x GN!Reader x Johnny [SFW]

Ride With Us | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny [NSFW]

Hold That Pose | Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio [NSFW]

Try | Guido Mista x GN!Reader [NSFW]

As We Believed | Merman!Risotto Nero x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Say You Will | Siren!Abbacchio x GN! Reader [NSFW]

Morning Surprise | Johnny x F!Reader x Gyro [SFW]

Tomorrow Is Safe | Naga!Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Teacher’s Pet | Professor!Diavolo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Il Mio | Cioccolata x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Coming Untouched | Melone x F!Reader [NSFW]

Soft | Jotaro Kujo x GN!Reader [SFW]

[moody-blues-requiem]

Phantom Blood Drinker (afab reader x Vampire Jonathan)

Time for the writing poll’s top 3! In third place and our only non-Vento Aureo character of the winners is vampire Jonathan! My favorite jojo.... I really enjoyed writing this one, lol. Sorry I’m posting so late! 

N/s/f/w, obvious warning for biting but it’s all consensual and good 

The news felt like being trampled by a wild horse. For months, your boyfriend Jonathan Joestar had been hiding himself away from you. Instead of the large Joestar mansion he’d relocated to a nearby hunting lodge, a short walk through the heavy woods surrounding his family’s land. The mansion was empty, you’d been shocked to see it vacated. Where were the housekeepers, where was Dio? Jonathan didn’t have answers, it sounded like it hurt him to talk about. But through closed doors he promised he loved you, he loved you so much, and that’s why he needed you to leave. To stay away, for, well… he didn’t know for how long. Perhaps forever. Despite this, you visited him daily, leaving flowers and his favorite chocolates on his doorstep. They were always gone by the next day, retrieved at some point during the night. Sometimes Jonathan left you notes and little gifts in return, trinkets of his, despite his insistence that you should forget about him and move along with your life. But… you couldn’t. Your heart belonged to Jojo, and no amount of his pleading could keep you away-- not without an explanation for his sudden turn in behavior, at least. 

On a chilly October evening, as you were heading over to deliver Jonathan some adorably-decorated caramel apples from a market stall in town, you found the door to the old lodge cracked open. Your heart sank, was everything alright? You should be overjoyed that Jonathan had decided to go out, or let you in, but… it didn’t feel quite right. The inside of the cabin was dark and ominous. You knew what you had to do, though. You needed answers from your Jonathan. 

Steeling your nerves, you headed inside. 

The cabin was cold, but not from the chill of the weather outside. It felt… heavy. Almost like a dark energy hung throughout the building. There were a handful of candles scattered throughout the main room, unlit, but clearly used. The building’s single short hallway to the bed and bathrooms was dark, doors shut. 

“Who’s there!” a voice called out, causing you to jump, nearly dropping your gift. “You need to leave, immediately!” 

“Jojo!” you called back, recognizing your lover’s voice anywhere. “It’s me! Talk to me, face to face!” You set the apples down on a small table. “Please, Jojo, come inside. I… I’m not leaving until I see you!” 

The silence cut through you like a knife. It went on for so long you almost started to doubt whether Jonathan had heard you. But you heard soft footsteps outside, the cabin door opening slowly, and there he stood. Massive, muscular frame, dark, shaggy hair, awful sense of fashion, and… and. 

“Your eyes,” you whispered. They were glowing, a deep blood-orange hue. Horribly unnatural, but it was clearly still your Jojo. “What happened?”

“Have a seat, dear,” he replied softly. “I’ll put the kettle on.” 

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It was that damn stone mask. You’d told him it gave you creepy vibes! He put it on-- natural curiosity, nothing more-- and spikes flew out of it, piercing through his skull. Jonathan looked like he might puke from simply recounting the tale, but he assured you that he was okay. He later discovered that the spikes activated by touching the mask with blood, he must have had a nick on his hand somewhere. And now…

“Well… we’re here,” he explained. “I fled to the hunting lodge, it was far enough away from people that I could live without the temptation of human blood. Animals seem to do just fine, thankfully… but the sensation of biting into a living being still makes my stomach turn.” You were silent, it was a lot to process. Pardon your language, but it was a whole fucking ton to process. But… it was so clearly still Jonathan, your dear Jojo. “Do you still need to eat food-- I mean, regular food, or does the blood…”

“I don’t need food, no,” he shook his head. “But I can eat it. My sweet tooth hasn’t diminished in the slightest, if that’s what you’re asking. Your gifts have been greatly appreciated.” 

You chuckled, leaning in, wrapping your arms around Jonathan. Even after everything, it was still him. His same beefy body, the same hugs, the warm pine-y scent his clothes carried, it was all still him. His skin was cool to the touch, a side effect of vampirism, you supposed, but… nothing a hot bath couldn’t fix. You were just so overjoyed to have your Jonathan back in your arms that you couldn’t resist leaning in to plant a firm kiss on his lips, hugging around him with all of your strength. “Don’t leave me again, Jojo, you had me worried sick,” you whispered, so close that your lips were still touching his own. “No matter what happens, I’ll be right here for you.” 

He replied with a soft smile and a long, deep kiss, a promise that Jonathan Joestar was yours. 

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The soft, emotional kissing became a steamy and passionate make out before you knew it. Your tongue found its way into Jonathan’s mouth, rolling over his, brushing over the tips of his new fangs. Jonathan moaned softly as you climbed onto his lap, settling your legs on either side of his hips. He’d missed you so much, and now having you right there, on his lap, your warm body pressed against his cool one, he couldn’t take it. His mind was dizzy with arousal. He needed you, now. 

“Dear,” he gasped out, “do you think we could-- ah!” his sentence was cut short as you palmed the front of his trousers, running your hand over his clothed erection. “What was that, Jojo? I didn’t quite catch your question. Is there something you want from me?” It was always fun to tease Jojo into a little frenzy, his cheeks grew red with a light blush, and the way he always averted his gaze innocently was precious. “I…. oh, dear, you know I need more than just this,” he said, voice a bit whiny with lust. He gazed up at you with soft bedroom eyes, the newfound glow to them adding a certain something to the look, the heat in the pit of your stomach growing faster than usual. His puppy-dog eyes were his trump card, he had you hook, line, and sinker. “Surely… we can remove some of the layers between us, don’t you think?”

Having a cabin to yourselves meant no fear of being caught, no meddling stepbrother or well-meaning housekeeper to accidentally walk on you two. Taking advantage of the freedom, you and Jonathan stripped each other bare, basking in the sight of one another. Jonathan’s body was beautifully defined, the chocolates you had been bringing him didn’t even make a dent in his perfect abs. You watched the muscles in his arms flex as he carefully undid your blouse, shamelessly gazing at your body as he did. Before you could even speak he leaned in, bringing a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand moving up to softly fondle your free breast. Had it not been for his orange eyes looking up at you, you could’ve forgotten about the vampirism thing, he was so cautious with his fangs. In return for the attention on your chest you moved your hips, sligining his massive cock with your slit, rubbing yourself along his shaft. You could feel him twitch with excitement. 

“E-Enough waiting,” he gasped, pulling back from your sensitive chest. “I… let me make sure you’re ready, but. I need you.” Two thick fingers slid between your bodies and entered you with ease. You blushed at the thought of just how wet you were already, but it only seemed to spur Jonathan on more. Scissoring his fingers slowly, opening you up, he moaned. “You’ve missed this as much as I have, huh?” he asked softly. You nodded, lifting your hips and guiding his cock to your entrance before leaning in to kiss him and slowly, slowly sinking down, until you were wrapped around his shaft completely. Profanity laced Jonathan’s moans, throwing his head back and grabbing your hips, keeping you seated firmly on his cock. You felt so full, it was almost too much, but at the same time, you were desperate for more. 

Jonathan let you set the pace, he was always cautious about being too eager and somehow hurting you. So you bounced in his lap, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. You’d missed this, you’d missed everything about Jonathan but in the weeks of his absence you hadn’t even touched yourself, hadn’t felt like it, and your body was feeling the neglect. But now, being split apart by Jonathan’s thick shaft, it had been worth the wait. You could feel the very tip of his cock brush against your cervix with every thrust, so so deep but you couldn’t get enough. Jonathan leaned in, his head resting on your shoulder, moaning wantonly. “Jojo,” you asked between moans and gasps, “has… anything ever happened to the animals you bite?”

“What?” he asked, clearly puzzled, but not slowing his hips one bit. “No, they’re fine, a touch woozy from blood loss but fine. Why are you asking now?”

“Because, I….. I want you to bite me, Jojo.”

He didn’t stop fucking you, but you could feel his thrusts fall sharply out of rhythm. “Wh… what?!” he asked, eyes wide. “Oh, love, I could never, I… it feels too risky, I don’t…”

He looked away, blushing deep red. “You want it too, don’t you, Jonathan?”

His eyes squeezed shut, and he nodded. 

“You have my full permission, Jonathan. I’d trust you with my anything and my everything. Bite me.” 

He placed his lips on the curve of your neck, kissing the skin gently. You remembered feeling his teeth grazing your skin, and then… everything was white. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before, crashing into you and causing you to scream out Jonathan’s name as you clenched around him, gripping him tight. Between your release and the taste of your blood on his tongue, Jonathan was gone mere seconds after you finished, cock twitching wildly and sending ropes of hot cum into you, one after another. Your blood was delicious, but he only took a bit, really just piercing the skin and lapping up what beaded up at the surface, but it was clearly more than enough for him to get his fill and, in turn, fill you. 

When the ringing in your ears stopped and your vision faded back in, you were still on Jonathan’s lap, slumped against his body, exhausted. His cock was softening fast, but still in you. “That…” he started. “That was something, wasn’t it, dear?” he asked, voice shaky, but with a small chuckle. “You gonna be okay?”

“More than okay, Jonathan,” you replied, tilting your head up to kiss his cheek. “I’m on top of the world.” 

Had it not been for the slight chill of the cabin, you could’ve fallen asleep then and there, cradled in Jonathan’s strong embrace. Instead, insisting he carry you to the bathroom, you enjoyed a nice bath with your vampire love, watching the glow of the moon rise from the bathroom window, signaling a long, wonderful night ahead of you both.

[jojo-daydreams]

Can I have PB Jonathan Joestar x Reader, but it's ahem, n/s/f//w or college libraries? Reader totally praises Jonathan telling him he's a good big boy? Reader just... dominates him gently. Please and thanks!

here u go anon, i hope i got this right! i’m assuming u mean smut in the library ???

N// S// F// W// below the cut !!!

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“Shhhh, Jojo, you have to stay quiet baby.” You purr, reaching out with one hand and dragging your fingers down his back slowly as your other hand slowly palmed him over his jeans. You take your time, reveling in the way the edge of his cropped shirt catches just a bit on your fingers, snapping off them and causing you to scratch his bare back just a bit as you reached his skin before coming to rest on the top of the curve of his ass.

Jonathan whines again, panting your name weakly, but it is quieter this time. He’s always been such a good listener, you think fondly.

“That’s a good boy, we don’t want to get caught, after all.” You say, praising him as your hands continue their slow methodical work.

Your boyfriend Jonathan Joestar was such a sweet man, a true gentleman. He held doors, opened jars, complimented you all day long, let you have the last of a snack the two of you were sharing, paid the bill more often than he had to, and one time he had literally put his coat down in the mud for you. Truly, he was the sweetest man alive. You were lucky to be his partner, and you knew that. You just loved him so much, and that love had apparently boiled over today, because you currently found yourself slowly working his cock to be fully hard in his jeans in the library the two of you had been researching in, he was facing away from you, bent over slightly, hands braced on the bookshelf at your gentle request.

You smile at him, though he can’t see you as he’s still panting as quiet as he can, head dropped and facing the floor as he tries to focus on controlling himself. You can feel how hard he is now, and you gently unbutton his pants, maneuvering them and his underwear a bit until you manage to pull his dick out, giving it a gentle stroke now that it’s free.

Jonathan bucks into you hand and you can see the sweat forming on his brow as you lifts his head briefly to look over a massive shoulder at you. His brows are furrowed a bit, and his lip is pleasantly plump from where he’s been biting down on it. You wish you could have a picture of him like this, so worked up over a few simple words and touches. Jonathan has always been easy to get worked up like this for you. He’s so eager to please you, he jumps to do anything at all that you say, no matter what it is, no matter where you are. He’s such a good boy, you ought to tell him so.

“You’re such a good boy Jonathan, my sweet big boy, so well behaved for me, so loving.” You say, accentuating you praise by lightly dragging a finger along a prominent vein on his cock, which jerks against your hand at the sensation.

Jonathan moans in reply to your words, cutting himself off a bit in an effort to be quiet like you had asked before.

You give him a few more firm strokes before letting go of his cock, hand moving up a bit to trace around his abs for a bit.

“You’re so strong, Jojo, you’re so handsome and good, and all mine. You’re mine, aren’t you baby?” You coo pleasantly.

Jonathan nods quickly, whining your name again as he replies.

“Yes, I’m all yours, I love you, I love you.” He says breathlessly.

Satisfied with his reply, you smile at him again, moving your hand back to his cock and working it steadily this time, setting a pretty fast pace. As much as you’re enjoying this, you are still in the library and you don’t want to get caught.

His hips move ever so slightly though you can tell he’s holding back as he ruts into your hand a bit, trying to match your pace. He’s breathing pretty heavily now, and you can tell he’s getting close because moans are slipping past his lips more and more now despite his efforts.

“Please, please I’m so close, please.” He whimpers softly, his pace increasing a bit as he chases his orgasm, and you move you other hand around to cup the head of his cock as you match his pace now, working him with both your hands.

He comes into your hand with a broken groan of your name, his hips stuttering a bit, cock twitching in your hands as his semen spills on your fingers, and fuck you can feel him throbbing as he just keeps coming, his whole body shuddering a bit.  

You press you chest against his back lightly as you help him through his orgasm, still stroking him softly a bit as he comes down from his high, only stopping when you hear him let out a whine as he starts to get a bit over stimulated.

Pressing a kiss to his back, you murmur your praises into his shirt while he catches his breath.

“Thank you my beloved. I love you.” He says when he’s finally calmed down, and your chest feels tight at just how genuine he sounds, and you marvel at how he can say I love you so tenderly and romantically like that after you’ve just given him a handjob in back corner of the university library.

“I love you too Jojo, you did so good.” You reply, resisting the urge to smirk and tease him when his softening cock twitches in your hands a bit at your words.

Maybe next time you’d push him a bit further.

[porlockstompf]

Reading de Nacht Reading 2019

                              my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

martin hägglund "this life why mortality makes us free" (2019)

postcyberpunkstompf:

01 ken liu (ed) "broken stars: contemporary chinese sf in translation" (2019)

02 cory doctorow "radicalized" (2019) 03 dave hutchinson "the return of the incredible exploding man" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "nomads" (2019)   + dave hutchinson "thumbprints" (1978)   + dave hutchinson "torn air" (1980)   + dave hutchinson "the push" (2009)   + dave hutchinson "the villages" (2002)   ... damn that elusive "paradise equation" (1981) ... 04 tade thompson "rosewater" (2016)   + tade thompson "rosewater insurrection" (2019)   + tade thompson "rosewater redemption" (2019) 05 desirina boskovich (ed) "lost transmissions: the secret history of sf & f" (2019)

06 hannu rajaniemi & jacob weisman (eds) "the new voices of science fiction" (2019) 07 gardner dozois (ed) "the very best of the best: 35 years of the year's best science fiction" (2019) 08 jonathan strahan (ed) "the best science fiction & fantasy of the year, volume thirteen" (2019) 09 robert markeley "kim stanley robinson modern masters of sf" (2019) 10 allan kaster (ed) "the year's top hard sf stories 3" (2019)

11 olivier girard (ed) "bifrost 96 la revue des mondes imaginaires: william gibson" (2019) 12 mario guglielminetti "web is over. parabola ed esplosione di ubuweb, l'antiprofilo" (2019) 13 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars: dark frontiers" (2019) 14 baoshu "the redemption of time" [2011] (2019) 15 cixin liu "the supernova era" [2003] (2019)

16 l. x. beckett "gamechanger" (2019) 17 gareth l powell "fleet of knives" (2019) 18 chen qiufan "waste tide" [2013] (2019) 19 derek künsken "the quantum garden" (2019) 20 gregory benford "rewrite: loops in the timescape" (2019)

21 james s.a. corey "tiamat's wrath" (2019)   + james s.a. corey "auberon" (2019) 22 jim al-khalili "sunfall" (2019) 23 peter f hamilton "salvation lost"  (2019) 24 neal asher "the warship" (2019) 25 jonathan strahan (ed) "mission critical" (2019)

26 jack mcdevitt "octavia gone" (2019) 27 elizabeth bear "ancestral night" (2019) 28 ian mcdonald "moon rising" (2019) 29 carmen maria machado (ed) "the best american sf & f 2019" (2019) 30 valerie valdes "chilling effect" (2019) 31 simon morden "bright morning star" (2019)      + s. j. morden "no way" (2019) 32 neil stephenson "fall or, dodge in hell" (2019) 33 graham edwards "string city" (2019)

klassikstompf:

01 arno schmidt "bottom's dream" [1970] (2016) ... & still reading ...

02 jorge luis borgès "borgès restored (the author's preferred translations)" (2016) 03 julie orringer "the flight portfolio" (2019)   + julie orringer "the invisible bridge" (2010) 04 pola oloixarac "savage theories" (2017)   + pola oloixarac "dark constellations" (2019) 05 simon critchley "memory theatre" (2014)

06 gabriel josipovici "hotel andromeda" (2014) 07 david keenan "for the good times" (2019) 08 wg sebald "vertigo" [1990] (1999)   + wg sebald "the emmigrants" [1992] (1996)   + wg sebald "the rings of saturn" [1995] (1998)   + wg sebald "austerlitz" (2001) 09 luis chitarroni "the no variations "diary of an unfinished novel" [2007] (2013) 10 julián ríos "larva: a midsummer night's babel" [1983] (1991)

11 césar aira "birthday" [2001] (2019)   + césar aira "three novels" [1990-2000-1997] (2018) 12 tom mole "the secret life of books" (2019) 13 lucy ives "loudermilk or the real poet or the origin of the world" (2019) 14 lászló krasznahorkai "baron wenckheim's homecoming" [2016] (2019) 15 lucy ellmann "ducks, newburyport" (2019)

16 lars iyer "nietzsche & the burbs" (2019) 17 d harlan wilson "the psychotic dr. schreber" (2019) 18 andrew gallix (ed) "we'll never have paris" (2019) 19 chris kelso (ed) "i transgress" (2019) 20 john crowley "the solitudes" [1987] (2007)   + john crowley "love & sleep" (1994)   + john crowley "daemonomania" (2000)   + john crowley "endless things" (2007) ... (the aegypt cycle)

polarstompf:

01 carlos ruiz zafón "the labyrinth of the spirits" [2017] (2018)

02 volker kutscher "the fatherland files" [2012] (2019) 03 andrea camilleri "the overnight kidnapper" [2015] (2019)   + andrea camilleri "the other end of the line" [2016] (2019) 04 mick herron "joe country" (2019)   + mick herron "this is what happened" (2018)   + mick herron "nobody walks" (2015) 05 john le carré "agent running the field" (2019)

06 guillaume musso "la vie secrète des écrivains" (2019) 07 luke mccallin "the man from berlin" (2013)   + luke mccallin "the pale house" (2014)   + luke mccallin "the divided city" (2016) 09 henry porter "brandenburg" [2005] (2019)   + henry porter "firefly" (2018)   + henry porter "white hot silence" (2019) 10 mitch silver "the bookworm" (2018)   + mitch silver "in secret service" (2007)

11 alan judd "the accidental agent" (2019) 12 philip kerr "metropolis" (2019) 13 ian rankin "westwind" (2019) 14 jo nesbø "the knife" (2019) 15 david hewson "devil's fjord" (2019)

16 barry forshaw "crime fiction: a reader's guide" (2019) 17 a.a. dhand "one way out" (2019) 18 martin holmén "clinch: the stockholm trilogy 01" (2016)   + martin holmén "down for te count: the stockholm trilogy 02" (2017)   + martin holmén "slugger: the stockholm trilogy 03" (2019) 19 michael kestemont "de zwarte koning" (2019) 20 soren sveistrup "the chestnut man" [2018] (2019)

21 tim mason "the darwin affair" (2019) 22 patrick conrad "good night, charlie" (2019) 23 chris pavone "the paris diversion" (2019) 24 dov aflon "a long night in paris" (2019) 25 arne dahl "hunted" [2017] (2019)

                                  RIP ANDREA CAMILLERI !

gedächtnisstompf:

01 martin hägglund "this life: why mortality makes us free" (2019) /                            "this life: secular faith & spiritual freedom" (2019)

02 derrida "la vie la mort: séminaire (1975-1976)" (2019) 03 jean-luc nancy "derrida, suppléments”  (2019) 04 jean-françois bouthors et jean-luc nancy "démocratie! hic et nunc" (2019) 05 hannah arendt "de vrijheid om vrij te zijn" (2019)      + hannah arendt "nous autres réfugiés" (2019)

06 mckenzie wark "capital is dead": is this something worse?" (2019) 07 johan schokker & tim schokker      "extimiteit: jacques lacan's terugkeer naar freud" (2000) 08 gerhard richter & ann schmock (eds) "give the word:      responses to werner hamacher's 95 theses on philology"    (2019) 09 ranja n gosh "philosophy & poetry: continental perspectives" (2019) 10 shoshana zuboff "the age of surveillance capitalism" (2019)

11 kate zambrano "screen tests: stories & other writing" (2019) 12 daniele carluccio "roland barthes lecteur" (2019) 13 jean-clet martin "la philosophie de gilles deleuze" (2019) 14 mitchell dean & daniel zamora  "le dernier homme et la fin de la révolution:       ��  foucault après mai 68" (2019) 15 arnon grunberg "vriend & vijand: decadentie, ondergang & verlossing" (2019)

16 kwami anthony appiah      "de leugens die ons verbinden: een nieuwe kijk op identiteit" [2018] (2019) 17 quentin meillassoux "science fiction & extro-science fiction" (2015) 18 roberto calasso "het onbenoembare verleden" [2017] (2019) 19 lydia davis "essays" (2019) 20 denise riley "time lived, without its flow" (2019)

poesisstompf:

zoë skoulding "footnotes to water" (2019)

platterstompf:

01 rick moody "on celestial music, and other adventures in listening" (2012)

02 yann courtiau "frictions:   ce que la littérature a fait à la musique et ce que la musique a en a fait" (2019) 03 vivien goldman "revenge of the she-punks:      a feminist music history from poly styrene to pussy riot" (2019) 04 garrígos, triana & guerra "god save the queens: pioneras del punk" (2019) 05 jon savage "this searing light, the sun & everything else:      joy division the oral history" (2019)

06 richard beck "trains, jesus, and murder: the gospel according to johnny cash" 07 mark lanegan "sleevenotes" (2019) 08 jason williamson "jason williamson's house party: sleaford mods 2014-2019" (2019) 09 gallix, hill, & rose (eds) "love bites: fiction inspired by pete shelley" (2019) 10 greg laurie "johnny cash the redemption of an american icon" (2019)

11 marc vos & toon loenders "siglo xx:     opdat de dood ons levend vindt & het leven ons niet doodt" (2019) 12 david sandilands & david keenan "go ahead & drop the bomb      (memorial device pamflet)" (2019) 13 guillaume belhomme "pop fin de siècle" (2019) 14 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" (magazine) (2019) 15 sylvain sylvain "there's no bones in ice cream:      sylvain sylvain's story of the new york dolls" (2018)

16 debbie harry "face it" (2019) 17 jaime gonzalo "poder freak: una crónica de la contracultura vol III" (2014) 18 matthew bower & samantha davies "talisman angelical" (2017) 19 darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: an arcade of audio atrocity vol I" (2013)   + darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: another arcade of audio atrocity vol II" (2015) 20 steve zisson (ed) "a punk rock future" (2019) /      ivar muñoz-rojas "underground babilonia" (2019)

bilderstompf:

01 didier ottinger "bacon en toutes lettres" (2019)

02 antoni tàpies "cap braços cames cos" (2012)   + antoni tàpies "mahlerei und graphik" (2011) 03 laura oldfield ford "savage messiah" (2019) 04 fred vermorel "dead fashion girl: a situationist detective story" (2019) 05 françois schuiten & jaco van dormael "le dernier pharaon" (2019)

06 ken krimstein "the three escapes of hannah arendt: the tyranny of truth" (2018) 07 erik bindervoet & saskia pfaeltzer "aldus sprach nietzsche's zuster" (2019) 08 anthony n fragola & roch c smith "the erotic dream machine: interviews with alain robbe-grillet on his films" (2006)

cyclostompf:

01 bernard chambaz "petite philosophie du vélo" (2019)

02 filip osselaer "de man die doodging (vervolgens mosselen bestelde,      de rekening vroeg en verdween): el tarangu, josé manuel fuente" (2019) 03 peter schmink "de cultus van het lijden: een vrije oefening" (2006) 04 laurent willame "les lieux sacrés du cyclisme:     15 pélérinages à faire avant de crever" (2019) 05 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes: uit liefde voor de stiel" [magazine] (2019)

06 johnny vansevenant "1969, het jaar van eddy merckx" (2019) 07 edwin winkels "la vuelta: heroïsche verhalen uit de ronde van spanje" (2019) 08 frederik baeckelandt "fausto coppi (les héros 04)" (2019) 09 harry pearson "the beast, the emperor & the milkman:      a bone-shaking tour through cycling’s flemish heartlands" (2019) 10 peter cossins "the yellow jersey / le maillot jaune" (2019)

11 thijs zonneveld "het panini album" (2019) 12 thijs zonneveld "de fiets, de fiets & nog veel meer sportverhalen" (2019) 13 willy vangenechten "hoe word je een wielerfan (en blijf je er een)?" (2019)

some wissenschaftstompf & autres divertissements ...:

01 robert macfarlane "underland: a deep time journey" (2019)

02 george van hal & ans hekkenberg "het kosmisch rariteitenkabinet" (2019) 03 josey waley-cohen "only connect: the difficult second quiz book" (2019)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

... the annual out of control TBR pile ...

postcyberpunkstompf

ada hoffmann "the outside" (2019) adrian tchaikovsky "children of ruin" (2019) alastair reynolds "shadow captain" (2019) + alastair reynolds "permafrost" (2019) annalee newitz "the future of another timeline" (2019) charlie jane anders "the city in the middle of the night" (2019) farah mendlesohn "the pleasant profession of robert a heinlein" (2019)gareth l powell "ragged alice" (2019) greg egan "perihelion summer" (2019) ian creasey "the shapes of strangers" (2019) jo walton "lent" (2019)

kameron hurley "the light brigade" (2019) karl schroeder "stealing words" (2019) megan o'keefe "velocity weapon" (2019) neil clarke (ed) "the eagle has landed: 50 years of lunar sf" (2019) nina allan "the silverwind" (2019) paul di filippo "aeota" (2019) peter swirski "stanislaw lem: philosopher of the future" (2019) + peter swirski & waclaw m osadnik (eds) "lemography: stanislaw lem in the eyes of the world" (2019) richard kadrey "the grand dark" (2019) rudy rucker "million mile road trip" (2019) simon ings "the smoke" (2019)

klassikstompf

alex landragin "crossings" (2019) enrique vila-matas "mac's problem" [2017] (2019) joseph scapellato "the made-up man" (2019) kevin breatnach "tunnelvision" (2019) michel houellebecq "serotonin" (2019) nell zink "doxology" (2019) roberto bolaño "the spirit of science fiction: a novel" (2019) samanta schweblin "mouthful of birds" (2019) sergio pitol "mephisto's waltz: selected short stories" (2019) will eaves "murmur" (2019)

polarstompf

johan op de beek "het complot van laken" (2019) jon steinhagen "the hanging artist" (2019) juli zeh "empty hearts" (2019) max hertzberg "operation oskar" (2019) + max hertzberg "berlin centre" (2019) peter robinson "many rivers to cross" (2019) tony belloto "bellini & the sphinx" [1995] (2019)

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[daddydxcre]

Takeout

• Delivery Guy!Billy x Female Reader

Authors Note: this has literally been in my damn drafts since March and I just couldn’t eat it started because I knew it would be way to short bc it’s not really like a s t o r y it’s just a “What if” sorta ordeal ya know? Anyway, I am sleep deprived so if there are mistakes or something makes no friggin since, I’m sorry.

Taglist (tagged if I think you’ll like it) : @missblasphemy @humanityloved @dacremontgomerylover @multi-fandom-smut

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- Your parents were away for a whole week for a huge job opportunity that could change your life for the better, so they left you money so you wouldn’t actually starve to death.

- back then no other take out was as popular as the classic, pizza

- you invited Nancy, Steve and Jonathan over so you wouldn’t be all alone, of course with the permission from your parents.

- it was getting late and the local pizza place was about to close in 20 minutes so you huridly called and ordered 2 large cheese pizzas with (whatever else you like) ontop.

- the man on the other line sounded rather annoyed that you were calling so close to closing time but he took your information.

- about half an hour later you heard a hard knock on the door (ass if someone was pissed)

- the loud noise causes you to jump but you laugh it off because obviously it was the pizza guy

- you grabbed the money off the table and yelled “be right there” as you hopped across the floor to the door

- you swing it open and see a boy.

- his facial expressions as tired and annoyed but it instantly changed when he saw you.

- your cheeks instantly turn a bright pink color and you shift awkwardly.

- he smiles and wags his tongue between his teeth and speaks

- “Billy. Billy Hargrove.” He sticks out his hand and gently grabs your hand and shakes it.

- you were dumb founded and all you could do was smile.

- he was wearing a denim jacket and under it was his required pizza place shirt but it was half unbuttoned and he wore a Saint Christopher necklace. He was fucking b e a u t I f u l

- you clear your throat and stand up straighter. “Y/N” You say politely. He just smirks that perfect little fucking smirk.

- “that’ll be $20.65 sweetheart” he says lowly which nEARLY sends you into a fit of moans.

- you bite your lip a little and hand him $25.

- you smile and tell him to keep the change and he nods and continues to use that shit eating grin on you.

- you go to take the pizzas but he pulls them away. “These are actually really hot so I thought I could just carry them in for you, don’t want those pretty little fingers getting burnt now do we?” He aske in a reading manner.

- your heart DRILLS in your chest but you nod.

- you step back and let him in. Everyone turns to look at the strange boy coming into the house untill Steve realizes it’s Billy.

- “Howdy Harrington” Billy taunts but Steve just ignores him.

- you come up behind Billy and stand awkwardly and Billy looks over.

- “where do you want it princess?” His eyes are a deep shade of blue as he flicks his gaze up and down you.

- you inhale deeply and let it go. “Over there, in the kitchen.” You point and you walk behind him.

- he sets the pizza’s down and spins on his heels to face you. He leans on the counter and reaches into the cookie jar and pulls out a cookie.

- “you knew around here y/n?” He asks and runs his finger over the cookie. You instantly blush

- “cause I haven’t seen you around before, and I definitely would forget a pretty face like yours.” He seductivly bites into the cookie and watches you.

- MF HAS YOU W E A K

- “um yeah... I moved here on the last day of school.” You state shyly

- he nods and swallows.

- “well if you ever need someone to show you around Hawkins, just give me a call.” He says as he stands up straight and smiles down at your much much smaller frame.

- “see you around y/n...” he trails off as he walks closer to you till you can literally feel his hot cigarette and minty breath on your skin

- “and thanks for the tip.”

-Billy leaves and everyone starts DOGGING you with questions, all of them being concerned bc Billy isn’t the nicest. But you couldn’t care l e s s

- needless to say you ordered pizza every night that week. Lunch and dinner.

- and you definitely tipped him well.

[oysters-aint-for-me]

I’m just gonna go ahead and do this ask meme myself because I want to.

It’s about books! 

A. Author You’ve Read The Most Books From: Honestly it’s probably Ann M. Martin because I was obsessed with the Babysitter’s Club books when I was younger.

B. Best Sequel Ever: The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman

C. Currently Reading: I just started Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, because I wanted something lighthearted and funny.

D. Drink of Choice While Reading: Iced coffee.

E. E-Reader or Physical Books: I have nothing against people who use e-readers and I think they’re great for traveling, but I have an easier time reading physical books. 

F. Fictional Character You Would Have Dated In High School: Literally I have no idea, I didn’t date in high school. Plus most books I read these days are about adults, not teens.

G. Glad You Gave This Book A Chance: The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. People give this book crap and I get it, but its message moved me. 

H. Hidden Gem Book: Mortal Lessons, by Richard Selzer. It’s a very poetic memoir-ish book written by doctor. It makes you appreciate the human body. 

I. Important Moments of Your Reading Life: The book Cat Walk, by Deborah Gregory, is the first book that made me cry. (I was in third grade.) A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeline L’Engle, was the first book that blew my mind. (I was in fifth grade.) As You Like It was my first Shakespeare. (That was the summer between seventh and eighth grade.) Beloved, by Toni Morrison, made me realize that I could read anything, even if it was really difficult, if I worked hard enough to understand it. (I was in ninth grade.) I have tons more, but I’ll skip to 2016 when I met Mary Roach, one of my favorite authors. 

J. Just Finished: I’m embarrassed, but I haven’t finished a book in a while because of depression. 

K. Kinds of Books You Won’t Read: Uuuuh I guess really dense theory like Judith Butler? Unless I had to for school. Or maybe massmarket paperback romance novels. But even those I’ll read for fun. I’ll read most kinds of books, tbh

L. Longest Book You’ve Read: Fuck idk, when I read The Lord of the Rings it was all in one book so does that count?

M. Major Book Hangover Because Of: I don’t really know how we’re defining book hangover here...I was really made for a really long time after reading The Poisonwood Bible because I hated it. 

N. Number of Bookcases You Own: Three. 

O. One Book That You Have Read Multiple Times: Honestly I really don’t reread books. Angels in America, by Tony Kushner, was assigned several times when I was in college, so I guess that. (I love that play though.) 

P. Preferred Place to Read: My bed! Or the train. 

Q. Quote From A Book That Inspires You/Gives You Feels: “Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one’s childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched by this little cold thought: I have let more time go by.” from The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson

R. Reading Regret: The first book of the Divergent series. God, why did I waste my time? I didn’t finish it. 

S. Series You Started and Need to Finish: I don’t tend to read series these days. If I do, they’re usually just trilogies so I read them all at once. 

T. Three Of Your All-Time Favorite Books: Fuck. This needs some thinking. I’ll get back to you. 

U. Unapologetic Fangirl For: Mary Fuckin’ Roach. But I don’t know why anyone would apologize. I am a fangirl of Jonathan Franzen’s but I am very apologetic for that haha 

W. Worst Bookish Habit: Lately, it’s been sleeping instead of reading on the train. Also I have a really bad memory for what happened in books. I remember how they made me feel, but as for the plot, and even certain characters, I have very little memory. 

V. Very Excited For This Release More Than Any Other: I don’t know of any new releases specifically that I’m excited for, but I will always buy any new books by Mary Roach, Atul Gawande, Siddhartha Mukherjee, Bill Bryson, and Jonathan Franzen. 

X. Marks The Spot (Start On Your Bookshelf And Count to the 27th Book): I’m not at home at the moment so alas I cannot do this one. 

Y. Your Latest Book Purchase: Yesterday I went to a bookstore and bought Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and The Medical Detectives, by Berton Roueche, which is a collection of his articles from The New Yorker between 1947 and 1988. (He’s the guy that started the “Annals of Medicine” section, which is basically the only section I consistently read)  

Z. ZZZ-Snatcher (last book that kept you up WAY late): House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski, but I wasn’t reading it, I was just thinking about it and it’s scary so that was keeping me awake. (Still haven’t finished that one.) 

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All 195" jojos as werewolves. NSFW

@themainheroinechan asked “Hoho? No character limit you say? You're giving us followers too much power 👀✨Then if it's not too hard to ask then a little s p i c y scenario of the 195cm Jojos but all of them are Werewolves? 👀 I bet there's gonna be a lot of markings and bite marks here and there ✨✨”

You’re right. And I wouldn’t want it any other way! Wouldn’t you love to be marked by a single Jojo, let alone all of them? Now, to be specific and to make it a little bit easier on my poor brain, this will include only Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro. Not as much marking in this as I thought there would be, but eh, still good!

Again, not necessarily fem!reader, but reader has a vagina and breasts!

Rut for the Joestars usually sucked when they were all alone, but after some timey-wimey bullshit, they’ve somehow all gone into it together. Luckily, they have an obedient little S/O between all of them to make this hard time just a little bit easier for them.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Group sex (4, specifically), blowjobs, cunnilingus, hand jobs, double penetration (vaginal as well as anal), marking, nipple play, triple penetration (anal, vag, throat/mouth), sloppy seconds, knotting, face-fucking, the fucking just never ends!

Word Count: 1103

     You were on your knees, mouth and throat full of Joseph’s cock while Jonathan lapped at the sweet slick of your pussy. Jotaro was around here too, you thought, you just weren’t sure where. You could hear his heavy breathing, a tell tale sign that he was jerking himself off to the picture before him. You looked up to Joseph, bobbing your head on his length, tears forming at your eyes. He grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him with a pop. 

     Like a well oiled machine, they all moved to stand before you. Jotaro and Joseph grab your hands, forcing them to wrap around their long, hard lengths while you opened your mouth for Jonathan. You quickly got to work, pumping everyone at the same time. Their groans together were music to your ears, urging you to go further, removing the hand on Joseph to Jonathan’s cock, jerking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

     Meanwhile, the second Joestar moved around to our behind, aligning himself with your slick vag and plunging himself into you with one thrust. He was quick to set a brutal pace, bouncing you on his lap which, subsequently made you take more of Jonathan into your throat. You choked, drool dripping down your chin and breasts. It wouldn’t last, though. Jotaro was getting impatient. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you off Jonathan, then stuffing his cock into your warm throat.

     The shock of him fitting nearly all of his length in your throat as well as the Joseph hitting every deep spot within you caused you to choke again. You tried to pull off, but his grip on you was too strong, so you were stuck there, hoping you wouldn’t pass out from the lack of air. You lazily pumped Jonathan’s cock, knowing he wouldn’t mind if your focus was elsewhere. If it had been one of the other two, you would be quickly punished. You were thankful for how soft he was with you.

     You barely hear one of them mention switching positions. Suddenly, Jotaro’s hand pulled you up to your feet, then you were lifted up, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He quickly filled you, fucking into you like you were nothing. You heard shifting behind you, then felt someone teasing your back door with the tip of their cock for the brief moment you were still. Thankfully, they had already thought ahead and prepared you for whatever would happen later. Like this.

     Judging by the girth, you assumed it was Jonathan. He filled your ass as patiently as he could in his lust-addled state. You cried out at the feeling of the two cocks inside you bumping against each other, stretching you to your limit. They had both filled you to the point where you felt their knots brush against you. Slowly, they picked up the pace, trying not to break you (as if they hadn’t already). All you could do was go limp as pleasure washed over you.

     You were acutely aware of the hard orgasm that flew over you, juices dripping to the floor, but you weren’t aware of them moving to the floor again so Joseph could get some of the action. Once again, your mouth was full, tongue swirling around his tip before swallowing him whole, then pulling back and repeating the action again. There was a sharp pain in your shoulder as well as your breast.

     You leaned back, looking down to see Jotaro’s teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your breast and then Jonathan’s in your shoulder. The first Joestar shuddered behind you, clearly getting close. He released you shoulder then pulled out of your loose ass, grabbing some water for a small break. Joseph was quick to take his place. 

     His cock was just as long, but slender, making it easier to slide in. The two younger men set a brutal pace as your head lolled back onto his shoulder. One of his hands came up to the breast Jotaro wasn’t lapping at, pinching it. You would have screamed if your voice wasn’t so coarse. Loud groans filled the room as the three of you grew close to orgasm together. 

     Jotaro came first, seed spilling out onto the floor and your thighs. Suddenly, you were lifted up again, though it was briefer than before. Jonathan lay beneath you and you were lowered onto him, still speared on Joseph’s length. You were bent over, resting on his chest with his arms around you. You could feel yourself getting closer to another release, though this one wouldn’t be as strong. At least, you hoped it wouldn’t be as strong. 

     Joseph pounded into your ass, nearly pulling out completely before slamming into you again while Jonathan thrusts were more shallow. The tip of his cock was hitting every sensitive nerve in your body. You have no idea how long you were in that position for, but some time later Jotaro was hard again, this time sitting in a chair, jerking himself off.

     Your eyes grew wide as you felt Joseph’s knot enter you, thick and hard. His cum pooled into you enough to where you thought there was a bulge in your stomach. Jonathan followed soon after, burying himself deep into your pussy, stretching you beyond you limit, locking the three of you together. A broken scream escaped your lips as you collapsed completely onto his chest.

     A rough hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you up to another cock. Eyes rolled into your head as Jotaro forced you on and off of his length, face-fucking you. A gently slap on your face woke you up enough to put effort into the brutal throat job, creating a suction with your tongue. Soon, he came again, seeding shooting directly into you throat. You pulled off, coughing, just barely catching the last of his cum on your cheek and lips.

     The three of you panted heavily while you waited for the knots to deflate. Water was exchanged to keep all of you hydrated. Eventually you were able to wriggle off of them with shaky legs. Finally, time to rest.

     Suddenly, Joseph pulled you back into his arms, biting down onto the shoulder that wasn’t marked up and leaving scratches on your sides. He pushed you down to your knees with your ass in the air, thrusting into your loose, messy cunt again.

     “You’re not leaving until you’re full of all our pups,” someone growled into your ear as Joseph began fucking you again. There was just no way to satisfy these Joestars, huh?

[icollectyoursins]

Congrats on 10 followers mon ami! May i request headcanons for soft dom or rough dom Jonathan/Joseph (you can choose <3)? Merci in advance!

Let's do both! Soft!dom Jonathan and rough!dom Joseph! I’ve been dying for a chance to write some Jonathan love, he’s one of my favorite JoJos (my first being Josuke). Seeing as there’s two, I’ll try to keep them “short” (probably still long, to be honest just short for me).

I’m sorry for this pun, but I thought of it while talking to a friend and I had to share. We love soft Domathan. I’m so sorry.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS (Jonathan): oral, brief mention of eating ass, overstimulation, tied down, spanking, light biting, using Hamon in inappropriate ways.

Word Count: 705

WARNINGS (Joesph): Hamon used in inappropriate painful ways, spanking, degradation, hair pulling, creampies, light pet play, overstimulation/fucked out.

Word Count: 634

Jonathan:

Jonathan is all about making you feel good, so he does his best to get equal pleasure for both of you, but there is a part of him that just loves seeing you on your knees for him, obediently waiting for him to tell you what to do. 

He’s careful with shoving his dick straight down your throat, he is very big and knows he can hurt you, so don’t ever expect him to make you take all of him, not very many people can. But seeing your lips wrap around his tip, tears streaming down your face as you try to get even half of him in. It awakens something feral in him. And cumming on your face? He’s ready for round two almost instantly.

Overstimulation is his favorite way to punish you. Tease him a little too long that day, bat your eyelashes just so and you will be pinned against a wall, bed, table, legs wide open and his tongue deep inside you. If you have a vagina, it’s not leaving there until you’re unconscious, if you have other parts, he’s got his tongue in your ass, handing jerking you off until you can’t cum any more. 

His hands are strong enough to hold you down, but if he’s feeling a little cruel that day, he’ll tie you down and just ghost his tongue over your body. Either there’s too much to feel, or not enough. There’s no in between. Though, if you ask him nicely, he’ll give in to what ever you want.

He takes extra care to make sure you know to stay still by leaving small bites where ever he can when you move. But, his lips on you make you squirm, then he bites you and that makes you jolt, so he bites you again. Small things like that where he knows you can’t help moving, so he’ll just have to punish you again and again until you finally get it, which you don’t, you’re left in this kind of state of him leaving marks all over you and no kind of relief from the now painful pleasure in your core.

Favorite positions are ones where you’re pressed against him so he can feel every inch of your body. 

There’s a part of Jonathan that wants to like you riding him, but he just can’t control himself. He always either pulls you to him and smashes into you, or flips your positions. Either way, he’s going to make you scream. He’ll try to be patient, but that patience will eventually run thin, when it does, you’re toast. It’s the stomach bulge. Seeing the tip of him poke your insides just a little bit drives him mad. 

Now. Spanking. There’s just something about putting you over his knee and making you count that he shamefully loves. But, he can never resist sticking his finger in you to make you loose count, just so he can start over.

He loves when you swallow his cum. It’s so hot to him, so nasty and erotic. Oh, is it nice. If he cums anywhere else, he’ll lick it up, especially its in you. You’re already so sensitive, then his tongue is on you. You can’t hold back cumming again, even just a little bit. 

He’s never rough, there’s no week long bruises, just red marks for a few days, but he is firm. There’s a small part of him that doesn’t actually want to hurt you, though he does know how to use the right amount of force to shock you. 

He’s vocal, but in a praising way. Telling you you’re doing a good job, just be a little more patient and he’ll give you what you want. He’ll whisper that you look so good with his cock filling you like this or remark on how wet/hard you’ve gotten with just his hand on your ass. That kind of thing.

When Jonathan uses his Hamon on you, it’s to make you feel more pleasure, not pain. Like a small warmth that’s amplified by his hand or his lips on you.

He’ll always take care of you afterwards, though. Nice sweet baths, massages, cuddle puddles. Anything to bring you back down and relax with him.

Joseph:

This man is the cockiest asshole you will probably ever meet. Contrary to Jonathan, he likes seeing you in just the tiniest bit of pain. The kind of pain that makes you want him more (usually inflicted by Hamon or a Hamon infused thing)

He’s not as well endowed as Jonathan (though, who is?), so he loves shoving his cock down your throat until you choke. He’ll keep you there until you black out, not on purpose, he just loves the look on your face so much, it’s easy to get lost in it. 

Loves to smack your ass. I can see doggy being his favorite position, so watching it jiggle when he smacks it, or when he thrusts into it particularly hard. When he smacks, he smack hard. You’re going to need him to carry you somewhere, if you need anything, which he is more than happy to do. It’s an ego boost to him. Oh, you need him to carry you everywhere? Was he too rough on you? You just enjoyed it so much, why would he have stopped?

He adores anal. He just loves watching you leak everywhere and he doesn’t even need to touch you there. And it’s so tight, like your body just needs his length in your ass. 

Vocal, but degrading. Calls you a slut, whore, literally anything. He’s loud about it too. Does not shut up when he’s pounding into you. His thrusts are deep and rough, leaving you breathless.

Pulls your hair when he’s taking you from behind, forcing you to look up at him. You mouth falls open and your eyes roll when starts picking up the pace. 

Ties you up when you’re prone and just uses you until you’re thoroughly fucked out, even then, might shoved his cock down your throat, just to see if you’re still conscious enough to give him a blow job. 100% will tie you in a swing, using your momentum to make you fuck yourself on his length. 

Joseph’s primal instinct takes over if you wear something of his like his crop top, or his belt around your neck, holding the end of it, making it a makeshift collar and leash. He’ll pull on it, biting anywhere he can, then just wrecks you and leaves you there. 

Big fan of cumming in you. Watching his seed leak out of you with that fucked out expression on your face. He knows he’s done a good job when that’s the end result. He’ll cum anywhere on you, to be honest. The face? Hot, loves it, then he can smear it into your mouth which he also loves. Chest? Real nice. Not as erotic as in you or on your face but mmm. Ass, back, just as good. In your mouth? Easy clean up, super and if you’re a cumslut, it just works.

In to pet play, but only the “sexiest” parts of it like crawling towards him, collars (which he will absolutely pull on), licking the cum off of him if one of you made a mess. Oh, and the butt plugs. A cute little bunny tail or cat tail with ears to match. *Chefs kiss.*

Unlike Jonathan, who overstimulates you to the point of wanting more, Joesph overstimulates you to the point of not being able to think straight or even move, leaving you the rely on him for everything. Biggest boost to his ego, like I’ve said.

He’ll give you a bath if you really ask for it, but normally he just tosses a cloth for the two of you to use, then sleeps next to you (or on top of you). Ask and he’s down, but not really into aftercare like Jonathan is. Mostly because he doesn’t know if you need it, so tell him. Communication is key!