#terence d'arby x reader

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STARDUST CRUSADERS

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x holly, mariah, steely dan, terence d'arby, polnareff.

warnings: lots of swearing and perhaps a little suggestive but nothing else!

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: why is holly kujo in here, you may ask, why wouldn't she be, i ask you – that woman deserves the world and I'd give it to her if she asked me to,, also i would fight her poor excuse of a husband even if she didn't ask me to (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

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[jojo-hut-jrs]

👀 In that case... Could you please write something for Telence T D'Arby with the prompt "You look cold, come here."? I love that creepy gentleman sociopath

I don't mind waiting at all by the way, I was just worried you'd get tired of always writing for the same characters 😭🙏 Please take care of yourself

you got it 👌

Terence x reader

Devotion was a word you had known the taste of for so long that it had long since soured.  

To love and to be loved was a long-lasting act of dedication and patience, though even the most tolerant could eventually find their spirits broken by sheer, unwavering force under the right conditions, much like the wind could eventually erode a mountainside.  

Devotion was sweet once, like he treats he used to bring you all the time. Though anyone with the first tastes of freedom will tell you that overindulgence can get sickening all too quick, and suddenly the sugar sits heavy and sick in your stomach.  

Dedication was sweet once, and there was once a time when you loved the way he doted on you. You couldn’t tell if it was something particular about his nature or if it was just the way his love translated itself towards you, but there was hardly ever a moment in his presence when he wasn’t practically waiting on you like a personal servant. More than once you would try and playfully slap his hands away, telling him you were more than capable of pouring your own drinks or fetching your own shoes, but he always insisted that he would be more than overjoyed to do it himself on your behalf. And truly he looked nothing less than pleased at even the most minor chores he performed for you, as if it truly was his purpose in life to wait on you.  

You had indulged him then, just as much as you had indulged yourself with the pleasures of his company and his willingness to obey.  

He once said that his devotion unto you would never end, and you can only wish for the day that he finally changes his mind about that.  

Although you can’t hear his footsteps, you know he’s just out of view, beyond your doors. He’s always a little grumpy when he returns from his work, and thus he denies you his company further until he decides that he is ready to see you himself. You never know exactly what it is that he does or where he goes to do it, just as you do not entirely know where you are and why, but every time he returns it seems he needs a few moments alone to collect himself, and you almost have to laugh at the irony at that.  

You don’t hear his approach, just the two little knocks he politely graces you with, because he would never be so rude as to enter a space unannounced, even though he would come in whether you chose to answer him or not.  

You stopped being mad so long ago, now you don’t even know how to describe this sort of hurtful, negative emotion you feel when you see him again, but all the same it is overwhelmed by the relief that he is back and you are finally not alone anymore.  

His face appears all at once with the light from outside, and it makes him out to be like some sort of deity appearing from the heavens, and you know his power to be much the same.  

“Hello, darling.” He greets you warmly. “It’s nice to see you again. Did you miss me? How was your day? You look cold, come here, little thing.” 

And you have no choice but to let him pick up your tiny, wooden body and hold it close to him, listening to the heartbeat he still gets to have inside of the body he still gets to possess. But at least you have your words, or your lack thereof at this moment, and you let his greeting go unanswered as he takes you off to do whatever he has planned for you tonight.  

Much like in the days before, he looks only contempt and peaceful at the opportunity to care for you in every way possible. Your evening begins, like many of your nights spent with him, with a light bath and a check-in on your physical condition. The process is so routine at this point that he could honestly afford to forgo it, though he wouldn’t dare to even consider passing this sort of treatment for his absolute favorite. Though you’ve never met the others, you know that he would never spend as much time or effort on them as he does with you. He dresses you lavishly in the clothes he often makes for you himself, in the styles he thinks you would enjoy, and he brushes your hair delicately with the special little comb that comes in its own precious little box. He sees you often everyday, and he makes it a point to talk with you as much as he can.  

You had hoped that maybe your quietness would bother him, but he allows the silence to be filled with gentle music and the scent of candles he picked out with you in mind, clearly enjoying himself, and you can’t take it anymore.  

“How much longer is this going to go on, Terence?” 

“As long as it needs to,” he replies instantly, already familiar with your insistent question on the topic.  

“You can’t keep taking care of me forever.” 

Your voice is a hushed whisper that sounds so far off and distant from what it once was, in a manner that makes you sound hollow and empty inside. 

“Of course I can,” he boasts to you, “It’s what I do best. I’ve been taking care of you for almost as long as I've known you.” 

You go to respond and then quickly stop yourself, because you know he’s completely right and it hurts you deeper than you wish it did. For such old scars they still burned like fresh memories, all the way from the beginning when he only opened doors and pulled out chairs for you, to after the first diagnosis when he insisted that he could handle everything so that you didn’t have to get out of bed.  

“I know you have,” you try and tell him gently. “And you know I’ve been very grateful for everything you’ve done for me. But don’t you think it’s time to put this to an end, Terence?” 

You feel the hand behind you go still, and although you are incapable of tensing up, you still feel a dreadful anticipation in his actions. 

 Last time you had this argument, it was straight to the private box he has for you, and then it was a week of nothing but darkness and quiet until he brought you back out. It’s nothing like the isolation he must think it is, otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to subject you to it the way he does the others. You’ve tried to make him understand in the few times you’ve defended yourself, not just so that you could escape from this fate, but in the hopes that he would wake up and realize the full extent of what his actions truly mean. The inability to move was nothing new, and he had more than sympathized with it back then, but at least you still had the escape that sleep can grant you. Now, everything can only blur together while you slowly wait for the time to pass, left alone with only your thoughts and memories.  

He straightens a non-existent ruffle on your dress, the motion pointless and only done for sake of doing it, and you wonder if his own isolation is wearing him thin just as much as it does you.  

“It was either this, or death. You know that.” He finally speaks again, though it is flat and dull.  

“Are they not the same thing?” You dare to raise back at him.  

For a second, you see him animated with emotion you hadn't seen in so long, not since the day you thought would be your last. It’s about the only thing you can remember from that day in particular.  

Without a further word he scoops you back up, and without even saying it you know you’re going back into the box. You’re both upset; he wants to be alone, and you want anything but the terrible isolation.  

He sets you down in the plush velvet lining with delicately and with great precision, because he still loves you after all, that entirely why he did this. He would never just throw you away, no matter how much you begged him, no matter how broken you were. He would always find a way to keep you with him forever, no matter what he had to do or who he had to answer to.  

He takes his time getting you adjusted, making sure each limb is poised correctly and comfortable, even though physical sensation is not as prevalent as it once was, and you stare mournfully up at his face. He was always a little too dramatic with his emotions, even though he tried to quell them down. His brother once said he had a terrible poker face, and indeed his reddened eyes and quivering lip made it more than apparent that you were both suffering through this together. 

“You have to let me go at some point, Terence.” You tell him, and for a moment he reaches his hand out as if to gently caress your check, but he jolts back suddenly and the visage of him is replaced by only darkness.  

[berryvalentine]

ough,, could i get a mistletoe drabble with terence? he’s a platonic f/o but he’s also been on my mind a lot and i’m kinda curious ;///; hsjsjs

Mistletoe Meetings ♡

You knew Terence was always the type to want to play games, but you had no idea what he had been planning when he asked you to close your eyes. 

“Nothing’s going to pop out at me right?” you ask with a nervous chuckle. 

“You trust me, don’t you?” Terence was now covering your eyes with his hands over yours just in case you tried to peek. 

“You know I do... it’s just you’ve never had me close my eyes like this before.” you were smiling. Of course you trusted him, but it was mostly the anticipation to know what he had in store for you. 

“I like to keep you on your toes.” Terence teased, now you could feel he was leading you somewhere. It only made you really want to peek; it was smart of Terrence to make sure he was covering over your hands too. 

You followed Terence’s lead, and soon enough he finally uncovered your eyes. You looked around wondering what you were looking for, then finally turned your attention back to Terence. Was this some kind of game? Well, with Terence maybe it was... 

Terence just smiled at you when he saw the confusion on your face, he was sure you’d figure it out soon enough. 

Although you were sure you looked in every direction, you finally looked up and now Terence reached out to pull you in closer. You didn’t seem to mind this at all, your face felt warm now that he was so close to you. 

“Being under the mistletoe means you owe me a kiss.” Terence said in a low voice.

You nodded, although you suddenly felt nervous about this. He was your friend you were developing a crush on, but you hadn’t expected him to feel the same way too. You toyed around with the idea of maybe asking him out on a date, but this seemed so sudden! 

“Well, rules are rules.” you teased before leaning in for a quick peck but Terence leaned in to get a better peck from you. 

Maybe this was more than just a crush after all... 

[maruzzewrites]

If you're still open is it possible to get something for Terrence D'arby mbti? He's honestly built to be a yandere let's be real

Sure thing!

Terence is CAMS

Cruel

Terence may seem like a calm individual, but he takes great pleasure in mentally torturing his victims. This doesn't change with his darling, he will use his Stand to play around and torment you even if you are behaving.

He simply sees it as him using his plaything, and he will have all the fun he can despite what you do.

Aware

Terence isn't particulary ashamed of what he does and he will show off his obsession without thinking twice. He has a polite behavior, he doesn't sweat hiding too much, and he is perfectly aware that what he does is considered fucked up by others. He may even feel a sense of pride if it creeps people up, if they end up scared because of it.

Manipulative

He sees this as a game to win, and you're the prize. He will use his ability to read minds and question you, he will put your soul inside a doll just to have you follow him and be by his side even when you rebel. He will play around with you so that you end up in his hands, playing you like one of his games.

Strict

He isn't strict because he wants to be, but it's a consequence of his abilities. Having you as a doll when you misbehave is just more convenient, and using that as a threat to make you obey is just one of the pros of his Stand. Otherwise, he's pretty low on the strictness scale.

[tonberry-yoda]

I don't know it if ur alright with jojos angst, BUT here's a prompt I think abt a lot. Dio is seen as cruel and emotionless right? (Cuz he is) but let's say his S/O dies protecting him, and to out a cherry on top of the cake he had literally been treating his S/O terribly as of late due to being blinded by his mission to kill jotaro and for power.

If u can't tell I love angst.

okay, i know i dont usually write heavy angst, but this just feels right. like it's the perfect prompt, plus i wrote something super similar a long time ago and wanted to make it better! also, obsessed with the kitty photo. Thank you so much for the request @kindadolly and I really hope you enjoy!!! <3

Why? - DIO

Pairing - DIO x reader

Warnings - heavy angst, death, spoilers for part 3 of jjba

Word Count - 993

Notes - thank you so much for the request again! this one is really heavy, so if you arent comfortable with the warnings above, do not read this one. i quite like it though and it was definitely something else to write that's for sure. i definitely need to write some fluff later lmaoooo. enjoy and please stay hydrated everyone! <333

"DIO, dear!" You hummed, running into his room before throwing your arms around him. "We should go on a date." You smiled and sat on his lap. "We haven't done that in a while, huh? What do you say?"

You watched DIO closely, his bright blonde hair shimmering in the candlelight that lit up the dark room you were in. "No."

"No? What do you mean no?" You crossed your arms and jokingly pouted, hoping that he was just playing with you.

"I mean it. No." DIO grabbed you from underneath your shoulder and placed you on the ground, continuing whatever work he was doing at his desk.

"Are you kidding me?! After all I've done for you?! I've found more than half of the stands that work for you and you can't even get us a simple dinner out?!"

"You're overreacting now, pet."

"Call me that one more time." Your eyes went dark. This was getting old. "I'm not overreacting, DIO. You're too stuck up on taking down the Joestars and all that bullshit. I just wanted dinner. Maybe even a walk around Egypt. Is that too much to ask?"

DIO turned to you, his eyes almost glowing. "Yes. It is. Now leave me be, I'm busy."

You turned and walked out of the room, clearly upset. He had to be kidding, right? After all you've done and he treats you like that?! Who gave a rat's ass about some stupid 17 year old and his grandpa. Sure, you wanted to help DIO, but god this was getting old.

You found a nearby guest room and slammed yourself onto the bed, ignoring the dust flying off of the sheets. Who did that asshole think he was anyway?

You turned on your back and looked at the dark ceiling above you. You knew you were falling into a trap when he pulled you into his arms. When he told you he loved you. When his claw-like nails ran under your chin as he called you loving names. But to be honest, you really didn't care.

You knew what you were getting into. You knew what this would take. So why were you still so upset?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a light tap on your door.

You sat up, the dust around you looking almost like snow. "Come in."

The door slowly opened as Terence D'Arby peeked his head into your room. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, y/n."

"No, you're fine, Terence," you wiped your eyes that you just realized were filled with tears. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to inform you that it looks like the Joestars are about to arrive at the castle."

"Really?" You stood up.

"No need to panic. I have already informed Lord DIO."

You nodded and stayed in your place. "Well do what you must, D'Arby."

"That I shall," he bowed at you and stood back up with a smile. "This should be fun."

You giggled and watched him leave the room. "It should, shouldn't it?"

---

You're breathing was getting heavier and heavier. You clearly didn't train yourself well enough for this battle. Kakyoin, Avdol, and Iggy were already dead and it looked like DIO had taken care of Joseph Joestar and Polnareff, so maybe you could just sit for a little while.

You didn't even know why you were fighting in the first place. Well, you did. DIO wanted your stand in the battle. It was strong, so he needed it. But maybe you'd be doing a way better job if your own boyfriend had trained you or even taught you how to better use your stand without becoming so exhausted.

You took a deep breath and sat down on a nearby bench. Your chest felt like it was about to explode. And it didn't help that Polnareff had nearly kicked the shit out of you back there before DIO showed up. You coughed up some blood. Shit.

You were becoming lightheaded.

Dammit.

DIO could handle himself, right?

You stood up, miraculously, to check on him and it wasn't looking so good. Sure, you believed that DIO could take down a literal 17 year old, no matter how strong, but that stupid stand, Star Platinum, that was going to be the real problem.

You didn't know why, but you ran out, your lungs weak and your hands covered in your own blood, and covered DIO right as Star Platinum was about to finish the job.

---

DIO only remembers seeing your body fall to the ground and the world going quiet. He quickly lashed out at Jotaro and stopped time.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Darling?" DIO unfroze time and knifes went flying at Jotaro, seemingly knocking him dead. "Darling please."

DIO laughed, thinking you were just joking. Hoping that you two could go on that date you asked him for. Dammit why did he have to treat you like shit those last two days?

"y/n, this isn't funny. y/n please."

You opened your almost lifeless eyes and placed your hand on DIO's cheek. "Come on babe-" you were interrupted by one last coughing fit, apologizing for the blood you got on DIO. "We all knew you were going to outlive me anyway." You smiled and ran your weak fingers through DIO's hair.

"I know," DIO's tear fell onto your cheek and he wiped it away quickly. "I just didn't want it to happen so soon."

"Well, I'll see you in hell, won't I?"

"After how I treated you? Probably."

"Don't feel bad. You were just busy. I just..." you giggled, though not meaning to. "I really wanted to go on that date." Both tears and blood were running down your face as DIO placed one last kiss onto your cold lips.

When he pulled away, you were gone.

Why did he have to treat you like that?

He was going to kill Jotaro for this one.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

JoJo Masterlist

* = Nsfw

° = Angst

× = Yandere

≈ = Family fic

© = Crack fic

Robert Speedwagon

• If I Was Your Vampire

Dio Brando

• In Due Time°

• Shame on the Night*

Joseph Joestar

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Caesar Zeppeli

• In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda°

Pillarmen

• Pillow Talk

• Coddling Santana and Wamuu (HCs)

• Pillarmen with a child "hostage" (HCs)

Wamuu

• Love Machine*

Crusaders

• Them falling in love (HCs)

• Singing "Tequila" on karaoke night (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• One Shot, 2 Shot ©

• Bring on the Night*

• Feel Good Inc.

Mohammed Avdol

• Burnin' for You

Terence D'Arby

• Holding on to You*

Josuke Higashikata

• Don't Stop Me Now

Rohan Kishibe

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

Akira Otoishi

• Pepper

Hayato Kawajiri

• A Little Bit Off Today ≈

Yoshikage Kira

• Beggin'*

• Modern Love*

Guido Mista

• Looking for a Kiss*

La Squadra

• Japanese Mythology HCs

• Seducing La Squadra* (HCs)

• NSFW headcanons*

• No Rest for the Wicked AU HCs

Melone

• Him with your pet tortoise (HCs)

Diavolo / Vinegar Doppio

• Head Like a Hole, Ch. 1

Weather Report

• Selkie out of Water, Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4

• Dancing in the Moonlight

• Canned Heat

• Electric Love ×

• Dad Report ≈

• Dreams of a Samurai*

• Cold as Ice

• What's New Pussycat*

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Emporio Alnino

• Thank You (for sending me an angel) ≈

Narciso Anasui

• Dating HCs

• S/o is on their period (HCs)

Jotaro Kujo

• Drive*

Enrico Pucci

• Fallen Angel*

• Lady in Red*

• My Light*

• Saints an' Sinners*

• Take Me to Church*

• That's Life

• Finding out their S/o is pregnant (HCs)

• S/o on their period (HCs)

Johngali A.

• White Room*

Thunder McQueen

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

• (You) Shook Me All Night Long*

D an G

• SFW & NSFW HCs*

Donatello Versace

• To Heal*

Perla Pucci

• General platonic HCs

Gyro Zeppeli

• Hayloft*

• Hayloft II*

• Kickstart My Heart*

• Whole Lotta Love*

Diego Brando

• Moonage Daydream*

Sandman

• Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over, Pt. 1 || Pt. 2*

Mountain Tim

• Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)*

Funny Valentine

• Cupid's Chokehold ×

Oyecomova

• Oye Cómo Va*

Blackmore

• I Surrender*

• Twisted Nerve ch. 1

D-I-S-C-O

• Dating HCs*

Josefumi Kujo

• Dating HCs (Ft. Kira)

Jobin Higashikata

• Hard Lovin' Man*

Aisho Dainenjiyama

• Keep On Loving You

Tooru

• Can't Help Falling in Love

• Bad Case of Lovin' You

• Tooru HCs* (SFW and NSFW)

• Yan!Tooru HCs*

• Doctor play with Tooru* (HCs)

• Tooru x Nurse!reader*

Paco Lovelantes

• Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy

[mistaeq]

c-could i get a letter? maybe for terence or kira? i'm stressing out about my OSHA shit rn

i chose terence for it's so unusual to get a request for him and i love him myself, so it was perfect <3

"I'm not as good at letters the way I'm good with videogames, but I know I can get this straight for you, so I'll just write down whatever crosses my mind.

Beloved y/n...

being DIO-sama's butler is fucking tiring. Pardon my elegant talk, but I can't even take my time to write you a letter. I've written a line every half of an hour, because no matter how much I work, it's always 《Terence this》, 《D'Arby that》, and don't get it twisted, I signed for it, but it looked easier at the beginning. Well, it looked easier when I had nobody to write and send letters to. It was easier before you, but I honestly wanna keep it difficult, if you're the reward for it. I beg for you to answer as soon as you can. I know you're doing well and can take care of yourself, but I also know you're my partner, and I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for that. Not only for myself, but for my brother's... pitiful reputation. I miss keeping you on my lap while I play videogames and I miss having something to distract me and talk to me when I get stressed at work. You keep fighting and keep on taking care of yourself, if necessary, lean on people who you trust in my absence. We'll be back together soon.

Your Terence."

[yanderememes]

I must confess, im a terenace simp, but his lack of yandere content is saddening, may i have, one, gamer crumb? 🙏 thank you for all your other good work+memes!

gamer boy deserves a gamer meme

[seiyasabi]

Hausfrau

(This is a Yandere Terence x Female Reader Story! This was a request btw :)) 

TW: !noncon!, light bondage, master/slave, housewife kink(?), threatening behaviour, lightly mentioned dressing kink, high heel fetish, body worship, reader can cook and clean (sorry if that doesn’t apply to you), etc.. 

Please don’t continue if any of these themes are triggering! Also, I’d like to apologise if this wasn’t good/too OOC or if it was too short!) 

“You look so pretty like this, Darling,” Your arms are tied behind your back with a pastel pink rope, matching the stilettos on your feet, “I wish I had done this sooner.” 

Your legs are forcefully spread open by the large tattooed man in front of you, your thighs shaking with the strain of you trying to close them. His hold on your ankles allow him to trail open mouthed kisses up your calves, his eyes never once leaving yours. You shake your head rapidly, trying to make him stop, but the underwear shoved in your mouth halts your response. 

“Oh, don’t be like that. Your Master is trying to take care of your needs, don’t you want to feel nice?” You shake your head again, making him ‘tsk’ in mild annoyance, “Well, it seems you don’t have a choice. After all, this is a punishment. Don’t think I didn’t hear your thoughts of escape from earlier,” He leans up towards your face, his warm breath dancing along your cheekbones, “That alone should’ve warranted you going into my doll cabinet,” You shiver uncontrollably in fear, “But, I’m merciful. I know that I asked a lot of you today. Not only did you clean the entire compound, but you also made a feast for Lord Dio’s birthday. I’ll let that thought slide, if you allow me to do as I wish.” 

Tears shine in your (colour) eyes, and you nod your head yes reluctantly. A chaste kiss is placed on your cheek, as the beehive-haired man slid down to your ankles once more. Terence’s thumbs rub soothing circles on your skin, trying to make you relax in his hold. 

His blue eyes look at your stiletto clad feet in admiration, and you watch as he places multiple pecks on each foot. Frowning in discomfort, you look away. 

“You look so good in heels, Darling. I’m glad that you obeyed my request,” Terence runs his calloused hands up and down your calves, relishing the feeling of your muscles tensing and relaxing below him. He massages your legs for a moment, before he grows bored. 

His large hands lay on your inner thighs, and he forces them farther apart, allowing him to rest in between them. The pastel pink, lace thong hiding your pussy seemingly mocks the large man, as he slides a lone finger underneath the fabric laying against your hip. Pinching his forefinger and thumb together, he raises the panty up, only to let it snap down against your skin. A small yelp leaves your throat, making the blue eyed man snicker meanly. 

“I think it’s time for these to come off,” You try to move away from his invasive fingers, but your bound form doesn’t get far. If anything, you moving just made this worse, as you fall back onto your tied arms. A pained whimper resounds around the room, both from your now squished arms, and the harsh slap laid on your clothed cunt, “Bad Darling, you shouldn’t move away from your Master,” With one quick motion, your panties are discarded on the floor, and Terence is now leering over your laid out form. 

He flips you over onto your front harshly, forcing your legs apart and pulling your hips up. One of his hands holds your left hip, while the other teases at your slit. Terence’s forefinger teases over your clit, before dipping into your unprepared entrance. You jolt at the feeling of his prodding, but stay still. After all, you don’t want to be punished, do you? 

His finger dips in and out in a rhythmic fashion, which quickly stirs a feeling of arousal in the pit of your stomach. When he feels your witness against his finger, he slips in two more, making you whine at the unexpected stretch. 

“Good Girl, take my fingers. Master needs to ready you for his cock,” His three fingers scissor in and out of you, some of your juices dripping down his hand. He releases your hip in favour of rubbing your slightly swollen clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Before long, you’re keening in pleasure, legs shaking in up coming bliss. But, before you’re able to cum, he withdraws his hands from your entrance. You whine into the makeshift gag at the loss of stimulation, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, “Awe, did my Darling want to cum?” You nod your head rapidly, and a painful smack in laid on your presented ass, “Too bad. You only cum when I cum.” 

You hear his belt come undone, along with the button and zipper of his trousers. The head of Terence’s cock nudges at your wet cunt, rubbing against your stretched hole and puffy clit. With a bated breath, you wait for him to press in. Nothing happens for a moment, before he shoves the entirety of his length inside your aching pussy. 

Moaning at the feeling of being filled, you hear the blue eyed man suck in a deep breath. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He grinds his cock into you, before he pulls out until only the tip is left inside of you. Slamming back inside of you, he starts a brutal pace. Screaming in both pleasure and pain, your eyes roll back at the feeling of his prick bumping into your cervix. 

When he feels you tightening even more, he loses control. Grabbing the rope around your arms, he starts to use that as leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before. 

“You’re making Master feel so good, Darling! Yes, tighten your perfect cunt even more!” His praise and harsh thrusts make your pussy gush happily, “Yeah? You like it when I compliment you, Darling? You like your Master calling your cute pussy perfect?” You nod before you know what you’re doing, forcing a laugh from his lungs, “Look at you! You’re such a perfect slut for me.” 

His grip on the rope tightens, as his thrusts become even more vigorous than before. Your pussy is practically sucking him dry, bringing him to an orgasm much faster than usual. He brings his dominant hand down to your neglected clit, and rubs mercilessly. 

“Cum for me, cum for me! Cum for your Master, Darling! Come on, right on my cock!” Whining in pure bliss, your cunt gushes around him whilst tightening up more than before, throwing him over the edge as well, “Fuck!” 

Terence’s cum fills you to the brim, a warm feeling settling in your tummy. He stays inside of you for a long moment, savouring your spasming pussy. 

But, when he hears a knock on your bedroom door, he’s forced to remove his thick prick from you. 

Stuffing his cock back into his pants, he drops your bottom half onto the mattress, and throws your duvet over your naked form. 

He answers the door swiftly, him and the other person having a quick conversation. Before long, he comes back to your form, and whispers into your ear lovingly. 

“I’ll be back, Darling. Master has some things to attend to. I’m sure you understand why you’re still tied up, yes? I can’t have you running away while I’m away.” A smooch is laid on your sweaty forehead, and with that, he leaves you alone on the bed. 

Tears drip down your face, as you stare at the wall next to the mattress. This is going to be a long night. 

[ragingyandereholic]

Ak! Typical tumblr! @__@ May I have Temperance and The Magician for Terence D’arby? Thank you!!!

Of course! Pro gamer time.

(Warning: General yandere scariness)

Terence D'arby

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling? 

Your strong will and resolve is what most likely drew him to you. You most likely met somewhere like an arcade, somewhere he could challenge you to a game or two. Strangely enough, he doesn't feel the need to take your soul as collateral when you inevitably lose, he instead only wants to play more with you. This desperate want to see more and more of your strength of will would eventually become affection, and then obsession, driving him to finally take your soul for himself.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling? 

He would absolutely use his stand on you. There is no way he wouldn't create a cute, little doll matching your appearance to keep your soul housed in. You wouldn't go into the cabinet with the rest of his collection though, he loves you more than them. They have a place in his heart, but you're his one and only lover after all. He would keep you with him at all times, no matter what.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Do you think you could do general yandere hc’s for the d’arby brothers?

Absolutely!

Daniel J. D’Arby

If somehow you manage to catch this gambling man’s eyes, Bless your soul you better have a good game plan.

Won’t let on his interest in you to his younger brother. Competition is bothersome and terrifying with Terrence.

Will only want to play with you alone when it comes to Poker or anything else.

Oddly enough he wouldn’t ask to wager for your soul when you two play

You would be bit disturbed at his unhealthy obsession with gambling after playing a round against D’Arby the gambler for the first time 

He’d insist you both had similar interests in gambling, perhaps he’d even try and flatter you with how quickly you could expose a cheater if you worked as a dealer in a casino.

As a result you might try and avoid him, though that wouldn’t stop him

When he sees you with anyone else very often for example close friends, he plans and anticipates to steal their souls. Leaving one as a standing bargaining chip.

The said friend’s disappearing would be drawn out over a few weeks just to strain out your mental faculties.

It would be done while you weren’t around of course.

He would make you desperate for information, anything on the others.

Another game of poker would be settled for the information 

 The odds would be stacked against you right from the get go 

You wouldn’t be leaving any time soon whether you won or you lost said game rest assured.

Terrence T. D’Arby 

If Terrence expresses any interest in you, he’ll use that gentle facade of his to full advantage.

Since his older brother flirted often with his last girlfriend, he’d be very disgruntled of you being around anyone else. There’d be no chance that he’d bring you around Daniel, even though he beat him to a pulp the last time.

Wouldn’t be too happy if you had a partner already, if by some means you let it slip. He’d be pleasant about it on the surface, but he’d want to tear said relationship apart underneath.

He’d affirm your liking to said partner with a yes/no question using Atum

Terrence T. D’Arby wouldn’t quite be as levelheaded constantly as his older brother is with gambling. When you were gone he’d seethe to himself in private, he’d have to if he didn’t want to snap in front of you too soon.

But then a weird smug satisfaction would come over him as he thought he’d become ‘friendly’ with your partner. He’d continue becoming familiar with you as well making you comfortable around him. 

If he had been lucky enough your partner could bond with him over their favorite video games. (Holding down his pride and not taking a soul in this scenario would be obscenely difficult).

You’d be sitting on the side or joining in every few turns 

It would be a common event that continually happened every other week.

Until eventually Terrence would become sick of hiding his pride of winning. He’d have to get his sick amusement in.

He’d ask those usual questions outloud, he’d love the confusion on your face.

The fear on your partner’s face was oh so satisfying as they turned into a doll. 

He’d proceed to ask “Would you love me?” Outloud 

Your soul would answer with a distasteful ‘No, No,No’

What a wrong answer your poor little heart could give, he could fix it though. Even with that petrified expression of horror on your face.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Beauty and The Brando - Dio Brando (1/2)

This is gonna be a royal clusterfuck

Beauty and the Beast x Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Reader

CAST:

Beast - Dio Brando Belle - Reader Maurice ( Belle's Father ) - Roses ( Joseph's driver ) The Servants - Dio's servants Gaston - Kujo Jotaro LeFou - Jean - Pierre Polnareff Monsieur D'Arque - Joseph Joestar The Baker - Muhammad Avdol The Bookseller - Kakyoin Noriaki The Triplettes - Jotaro's classmates Featherduster - Mariah  Lumiere - Daniel J. D'Arby Cogsworth - Terence T. D'Arby Mrs. Potts - Enyaba Chip - Oingo & Boingo Sultan ( the dog ) - Pet Shop The Wardrobe - Midler Chef Bouche - N'Doul Philippe ( the horse ) - Hol Horse Enchantress - Holy Kujo The Rest of the Servants - Dio's Tarot Servants

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PART 2

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young nobleman lived in the great Joestar mansion. Although he had everything his heart desires, as he was a greatly ambitious man with high intellect, the nobleman was ruthless, selfish and unkind, enough so that he managed to poison his own adoptive father, who was kind enough to abide his debt to his biological father, albeit being, unbeknownst to him, the treachery of a vile, heartless and greedy man. And if that wasn't enough to show the merciless soul of the one and only greatest Lawyer of this land, the charming Dio Brando, he had to ruin the life of his adoptive brother and his wife as well...

But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the mansion and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by the woman's haggard appearance, the nobleman sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress, with hair golden like the Sun's rays and eyes and eyes like the azure sky.

The prince tried to apologise, realising that he didn't yet possess such extraordinary powers, but it was much too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a huge, hideous, immortal beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Dio Brando was transformed into a Vampire, as the rose's thorns entangled around him, almost as if they electrified him, as the Enchantress put a stone mask on his face, digging its spikes onto his otherwise gorgeous visage...

Ashamed of his monstrous form, despite the power he possessed, the Vampire concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered, that before was used to transform him, morphed back to to its original, much less harmful appearance, which would grant him a painful immortality, as a lesson to learn how much despair and sorrow one who wishes to conquer the world must endure, watching every form of life wilt away around him.

However, if he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the 100 years predicted, when the last petal would fall, then the spell would be broken, and if will be able to live a normal life again.

If not, he would be doomed to waste away and remain a timeless beast until the Earth was no more.

As the years passed, he had countless women brought in by his charming appearance, by his alluring voice, by his never-ending wealth, but he was well aware that he loved none of those wenches, and clearly, neither truly loved him, but his power, so he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love such a beast that could easily snap a human's neck with merely his fingers, as if they are nothing more than a delicate dove?

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~ 100 Years Later ~

It was a beautiful morning, but not as beautiful as the cheerful young lady who skipped the stairs of her home, leaving with a basket in her hand and made her way into the town to do her daily routine, singing her heart out.

“Little town It's a quiet village Every day Like the one before Little town Full of little people Waking up to say...” she sang in a soft voice, in a way not being content with the usual conservatory routine of the little town, hidden away from most of the civilisation and modernisation of the other big-cities around.

“Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!” everyone started greeting the young girl with happy grins on their faces. “There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Every morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor provincial town” Y/N sang again, doing a little twirl as she greeted the tall man.

“Good morning, Y/N!” the baker greeted her as he took a few loaves of bread to sell at his boulangerie. “Good morning, monsieur Avdol!” she greeted back, in a polite voice. “Where you off to?” he asked, getting the loaves inside. “Mr. Kakyoin’s Bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story! About elves and dwarves and dunedain and ...” she tried to tell him, her excitement obvious in her voice, but... “That’s nice. Iggy, the baguettes, hurry up!” the man interrupted her, obviously not having time for her fantasies. “Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?” 2 elderly women chanted as the girl merely sighed and walked away, used to how judgemental the people of this little town can be.

“Never part of any crowd 'Cause her head's up on some cloud No denying she's a funny girl that Y/N!” some other villagers sang together, as the girl went on her merry way towards the bookshop. “Bonjour, good day How is your family? Bonjour, good day How is your wife? I need six eggs That's too expensive!” every person around the market was singing in their own tune. “There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang, a bit tired of this tiresome routine of close-minded people who didn’t want to broaden their horizons.

“Y/N!” Noriaki jolted from his chair, putting his book aside as he greeted the girl with as much enthusiasm as she did. “Good morning! I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” she handed him the book, as she quickly climbed up the ladder, looking around for any new books. “Already?!” the red haired man looked at her with a slightly shocked, yet slightly amused expression. “Of course, I couldn’t put it down! Have you got anything new?” she asked, just in case, making the man chuckle in glee. “Haha, not since yesterday.” he explained, going to hold the ladder for her. “That’s all right, I’ll borrow this one.” she picked up a book, handing it to the man dressed in green. “That one? But you’ve read it twice!” Kakyoin chuckled, looking at the girl’s glazed eyes. “But it’s my favourite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, kings, princesses and dragons!” Y/N grinned widely, playfully hopping off the ladder. “If you like it all that much, it’s yours.” he put the book in her basket, guiding her outside. “But, Mr. Kakyoin-” she tried to object, but the man merely chuckled. “I insist!” he bowed slightly to her, smiling back. “Well, thank you! Thank you very much!” she chirped, already opening the book to start reading right away. “Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar I wonder if she's feeling well!” the 3 men outside the bookshop sang, huddling together as the girl went past a group of children, hopped the skipping chord and patted the girl on the head. “With a dreamy, far-off look And her nose stuck in a book What a puzzle to the rest of us is Y/N!” the people in the alley sang, as the girl found her way to a fountain where a woman was washing laundry and a small flock of sheep were walking around. “Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because you'll see Here's where she meets Faramir the Charming But she won't fall for him 'til chapter thirty-three!” she sang on the fountain to the two sheep that jumped next to her, but as one of them munch the corner of a page, she decided to start moving again. “Now it's no wonder that her nickname is Beauty Her looks have got no parallel” the woman at the beauty parlor sang, snatching her wig and putting a new hat on. “But behind that fair facade I'm afraid she's rather odd Very different from the rest of us.” the man accompanying her showed her the mirror to admire herself. “She's nothing like the rest of us Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!” the rest of the villagers sang as she went on her merry way, not paying attention to any of them.

“Ora!” was heard, as a goose fell from the sky, and Polnareff quickly ran to put it in his bag. “You didn’t miss even one, Jotaro! You’re the greatest Stand User in the Whole World!” Polnareff praised the brunet man who only grunted, with a cocky smirk, and turned to walk away. “No Stand User stands against you! And no girl, for that matter.” the silver haired man chuckled lowly, nudging his friend. “True, Polnareff. And I’ve got my sights set on that one.” he pointed towards the reading girl who helped an elderly woman with her fruit basket. “The inventor’s daughter?!” Polnareff looked at his friend with a stupid face. “She’s the one. The lucky girl I’m going to marry. I’m so tired of my annoying grandpa pissing me off to marry, and all those stupid bitches fawning over me.” Jotaro scoffed, not even hearing his companion’s objections. “The only Stand User female in town. That makes her the best. And DON’T I deserve the best, considering this mess I’m in?” the brunet sneered in annoyance. “Well, of course you do, Jotaro, but-” PolPol tried to speak, but it was no use. “Right from the moment when I saw her and her Stand... Oh, Gimme a break. Here in town there's only she Who is powerful as me Yare Yare...Making plans to woo and marry Y/N.” Jotaro realised the girl was going farther away from him, so he had to follow her, as he tipped his hat.

“Look there he goes Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Gaston Oh, he's so cute! Be still my heart I'm hardly breathing He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!” the 3 highschool girls that kept stalking Jotaro all day long sang, swooning to the ground. “Bonjour, pardon Good day, mais oui! You call this bacon, what lovely flowers Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I'll get the knife Please let me through! This bread, those fish, it's stale, they smell! Madame's mistaken- Well, maybe so!” the busy market sang as the girl swiftly made her way through, without as much as bothering to look up from her book.

“There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang her heart’s most burning desire. “Just watch, I'm going to make Y/N my wife!” Jotaro sang in a loud and sure tone as the rest of the villagers got in his way. “Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special A most peculiar mademoiselle! It's a pity and a sin She doesn't quite fit in 'Cause she really is a funny girl A beauty but a funny girl She really is a funny girl That Y/N!” everyone around chimed in, as Jotaro growled in rage, pushing the people away and using Star Platinum to jump on a house’s roof and jump in front of the girl, cutting her path.

“Y/N.” he tipped his hat, looking away. “Bonjour, Jotaro.” she greeted her highschool classmate, not bothering to look at him until he snatched away the book from her hands. “Jotaro, may I have my book back, please?” she asked in a low voice, not wanting to get irritated. “How can you read this? There’s no pictures.” he got the book sideways, making Star flip quickly through the pages. “Well, some people use their imagination.” she explained playfully, yet patiently. “Y/N, it’s about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things...Like me.” he humpfed, throwing her book in a puddle of mud.  “Riiiight.” she sighed, getting quickly on her knees to gingerly snatch away the book and use her Stand to fix the book. “The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to be so obsessed with her own fantasy world. Soon, she’ll start getting ideas and thinking, and worse, she will want a job and won’t want to settle for being a traditional housewife anymore.” Jotaro grumbled, knowing how stubborn the woman in front of him is. “Jotaro, you are positively primeval.” the girl ignored him, wiping the book’s hard cover gently. “Thank you, Y/N. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at all the trophies I’ve taken from the Stand Users I’ve beaten.” he snatched away the book once again, making the girl roll her eyes. “Maybe some other time.” she said, but still got pushed in that direction. “What’s wrong with her? She’s crazy! He’s goooorgeous!” the Bimbettes were fawning over him, gazing with heart eyes from the sidelines. “Please, Jotaro, I can’t. I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye!” she snatched away her book, waving him goodbye awkwardly as she rushed home. “That crazy old loon. He needs all the help he can get!” Polnareff insulted her father, making the brunet man chuckle with him. “Don’t talk about my father that way!” she scolded them, making them stop laughing immediately. “Yare Yare, Polnareff, how dare you talk about her father that way?!” Star Ora’d a bump to Pol’s head. “My father is not crazy. He’s a genius!” the girl scolded them angrily.

However, just as she said that, an explosion from her house was seen, so she ran that way to make sure he’s okay. Of course, apart from his pants getting ripped off, old man Roses was fine, if not, a bit irked, but the girl couldn’t help but chuckle at her dad’s silliness, as he grumpily said he’ll give up his invention.

The girl, knowing how her father can get, hugged him and encouraged him, telling him that he will win tomorrow’s fair and become a world-famous inventor without a doubt, which made the man quickly get back to his invention.

The girl asked her dad whether he thought she was odd or not, considering that she’s an introverted bookworm who was never interested in dating or any of those silly sports or activities that her other highschool classmates do, as she’d rather read a book.

She was feeling all alone in this little town - Apart from her father and Mr. Kakyoin - She had nobody to talk to.

When Roses asked about that Kujo Jotaro guy, the girl groaned, saying how sure, he’s attractive, but that’s just that -  He’s rude to his grandpa and to his friend, he’s conceited and a big jerk and a heartbreaker. So not her style.

In the meantime, her dad managed to make the invention work, so she went to prepare Hol Horse, their family horse, so he could go to the fair and hopefully win with this log-cutter invention, and bidding him farewell, Y/N went back inside the house to do some chores.

On their way to the fair, the father managed to get himself lost in the spooky woods, and Hol Horse quickly got scared by the many bats and wolf howls, so much that the poor horse almost ran off a cliff, making Roses fall off and watch in despair as Hol ran away, followed by hungry, mangy mutts.

Said wolves, however, started running after him, and he managed to find refuge behind some grandiose gates, inside the property of the great Joestar Manor. He knocked, but getting no answer, he timidly wandered inside, asking for a place to stay for the night, as the D’Arby brothers kept arguing in their furniture state.

Roses, shocked by the incredible wonder in front of him, picked up Terence, the Cogsworth, and started touching everywhere to understand how his mechanism worked well enough to even talk freely. Terence started blushing from embarrassment and anger, as he closed his little door, but the older man sneezed in his face because of the dust, making D’arby Jr. wipe away his screen with the clock pointers.

His elder brother, Daniel the Lumiere, was much more charming and sympathetic, guiding the man to warm himself by the fire, as the little brother was trying to stop them, afraid of their Master’s wrath.

Terence fell down the stairs and watched in horror as Daniel guided Roses to the Master’s chair, and if that wasn’t enough, Pet Shop, the Hawk who became a walking cushion chair, jumped on his clock head and flew under the elder man’s feet, not before getting pet, of course, and the clothes hanger offered a warm blanket politely.

Enyaba the Tea Pot came in a huge rush on a plate, along with her two little chipped tea cups, Oingo and Boingo, offering him some tea to warm up - The elderly man chose the youngest tea cup, Boingo, who started giggling because his mustache was tickling him, making the man chuckle fatherly.

Unfortunately for all their cheerful atmosphere, the  door was slammed open, revealing a huge beast-like man with wild mane-like blond hair, piercing amber eyes like a Hawk’s, and long black claw-like nails, growling at them, and putting out the fire in the fire place, making everyone tremble in their spot.

Dio Brando the most Fearful Vampire in the Land, the Beast that was thought to be nothing more than a mere, old urban legend of the village’s...But he was real.

Nobody could argue with their master’s decision as he picked up the man, glaring at him, telling him that he’s not welcomed here, and throwing him in a prison cell, not caring for any kind of explanation.

It was a grim night.

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The next day, unbeknownst to Y/N, Jotaro and Polnareff, helped by Grandpa Joseph, made a cute little garden wedding for Jotaro and Y/N...That, before even proposing to the girl or even dating her.

Nonchalantly, he got into the girl’s house, as she was reading peacefully, and intimidatingly started walking around, telling her that today was the day all her dreams would come true, telling her his fantasies, their future life together, as she tried to walk away from him.

She manged to get the perfect opportunity as she leaned on the door and with the help of her Stand, opened said door and pushed him out, locking the door, putting his hat on the doorstep and watching as he fell into a huge puddle of mud.

As much as she was pissed off at that stupid cardboard head’s proposal, as she doesn’t want to limit herself to that provincial life, so she sang as she went into the garden, laying down between the flowers, saying how she’d hope someone would finally understand her thirst for knowledge and adventure...

That is, until she heard a loud neigh and Hol Horse galloped next to her, worrying her as her father was nowhere to be seen. Wasting no time, she got the carriage off his back and got a warm cloak, putting it around her, and jumped on the horse, letting it guide her to the huge Joestar Manor.

It was scary.

It was so scary that Hol Horse wanted to run away again, but the girl quickly jumped off of it as soon as she saw Roses’ hat inside the manor’s garden, so she realised she had to brave her fears and get inside the castle-like household, while all the furniture servants were talking between themselves, hoping that she was the fateful girl who would be able to break the spell.

Y/N kept looking around for her dad, until she got to the dungeons, as she called out for her Papa, until finally, someone responded - It was indeed her Papa, locked inside a cell, coughing, most likely ill.

“Your hands are like ice! We have to get you out of there.” she explained, holding his hand tightly as she looked around for a way to get him out of there. “Y/N, I want you to leave this place.” her father warned her, his eyes wide and filled with fright as he looked around to make sure there was no fiend around. “What?! I won’t leave you!” she gasped in shock at his words. “What are you doing here?” a growl was the only thing she heard as she was roughly pulled away from the door by the huge Vampire. “Who’s there? Who are you?” she asked, trying to gather herself from the floor. “It is me, DIO, the master of this castle.” a low, yet alluring voice came from the shadows as Dio Brando lurked around like a ghost in the darkness. “I’ve come for my father! Please, let him out! Can’t you see he’s sick?!” she pleaded, crawling to her father’s side, behind the barred door, as she strained her eyes to get a better look at his captor. “Then he SHOULDN’T have trespassed here!” Dio growled his answer, towering over the pleading girl. “But he could die! Please, I-I..I’ll do anything!” she begged him with all her heart, but the Beast in front of her merely turned away from that pitiful sight. “There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.” Dio spoke in a low voice, walking away. “There must be some way I can...WAIT!” she yelled out loud, catching the Vampire’s attention. “...Take me instead.” she declared in a much softer voice, almost inaudible, were it not for his fine hearing. “You?!...Why would YOU take his place? You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and you’d rather waste it away, rotting in such a place, just to offer this geezer’s a few years more to live?” the blond man prowled in front of the petite girl, towering over her, looking at her with a foreign shock and curiosity. “Y/N, no! You don’t know what you’re doing!” her father tried to beg her not to do something so foolish. “He’s my father...He’s the only person who ever believed, cared and loved me, from all that town filled with hypocrites, ingrates and close-minded low-lives. I’d do anything to know he’s okay...So...If I were to take his places...Would you let him go?” her voice was filled with both anger at the village and the way they treated her, but also sorrow, for having to choose to be separated from her papa, because of such an unfortunate twist of events. “Yes. But you must promise to stay here forever. Are you willing to make such a sacrifice for someone else?” he asked, in a voice, almost as if she was making a pact with the devil himself. “...Come into the light.” she demanded, and without much hesitation, the man stepped into the moonlight offered by the crack in the ceiling, making the girl gasp and step back, hitting her back to the wall seeing the man that was almost twice her size in height and at least 10 times in muscle weight, as his elongated teeth were shining like a predator’s. “No, Y/N, I won’t let you do this!” her father pleaded, but with one last look at him, the girl knew she had to do anything in her power to save him, the way he saved her every day. “You have my word.” she walked in front of the Beast, who looked at her with mild interest, before nodding slightly.

As the Vampire walked past her to liberate the old man, the girl’s knees weakened from so many pent up emotions, and she fell to the ground, while Roses hugged her tightly, trying to change her mind.

But the Beast already had his mind set - The girl was his and his alone.

As Dio hurried to throw the old man into a carriage, ordering to be sent back to the village, he noticed the girl huddled by a little window, crying her eyes out, all the regret in her heart for not even be allowed to say her final goodbyes.

Something in the blond man’s heart seemed to break, even though he thought that heart to be there no more, but this...This was something that he never expected to ever feel in this life.

“I’ll show you to your room.” he ordered the girl, as she looked at him with confusion in her wide fawn-like eyes. “R-Room? But...I thought...?” she stuttered, looking around in the tower room her father was once imprisoned in. “Would you rather stay in this tower? If not, then follow me.” Dio tsked, not even waiting for an answer as he made his way to one of the guest rooms.

The girl followed close after, being scared and still tearing up softly as she looked left and right to see creepy gargoyle and monster-like statues, as the only source of light offered came from Daniel’s little candle fire.

“Say something to her, she’s in distress! Be the British Gentleman you were born as!” the Lumiere whispered, urging his Master to do something. “...I hope this place will be to your liking...This Mansion is your home as well as it is mine and the servants’ now, therefor you are allowed to go anywhere to your heart’s content, save for the west wing.” the blond explained the castle’s places to go, but of course, Y/N was a curious girl and she wanted answers. “Why, what’s in the west wing-” she tried to ask, only to be cut off swiftly. “It’s forbidden.” Dio turned to glare at her for a split second, making her eek  in surprise, before continuing his way to her room, opening the door for her. “Should you need anything, you need only just ask, and my servants will attend to you.” he said, almost robotically. “Dinner! Invite her to dinner!” Daniel nudged his master, as he nodded. “You shall join me for dinner. That is an order, not a request.” Dio slammed the door shut behind him, letting the girl groan in frustration and fright, jumping on the bed to sob her feelings away.

At the same time, Jotaro was growling and drinking his anger away, as Polnareff tried to pacify his friend who felt disgraced by that simpleton woman’s rejection. The silver haired man started singing as he tried to cheer him up.

“No one's slick as JoJo No one's quick as JoJo No one's neck's as incredibly thick as JoJo's For there's no man in town half as manly Perfect, a pure paragon!” Polnareff sang, taking out Silver Chariot and strangling Joots with a belt, only to see the leather snap with ease at a simple flex. “You can ask any Koichi, Okuyasu, or Josuke! And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on!”  the silver haired man chirped proudly as he got picked up.

“No one's big like JoJo A king pin like JoJo!” the 1-Braincell trip chanted, most likely drunk.

“No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like JoJo!” Polnareff grinned, poking his chin.

“Yare Yare Daze...Of course, I’m an intimidating man.” Jotaro flexed his arms, taking out Star Platinum who mimicked his action.

“My, what a guy, that JoJo Give five "hurrahs!" Give twelve "hip-hips!" JoJo is the best And the rest is all drips!” the crown from the Tavern, along with the French man, sang cheerfully, until the latter managed to throw beer at Jotaro’s face, angering him.

“No one fights like JoJo Douses lights like JoJo In a wrestling match nobody bites like JoJo!” Jotaro Ora’d the hell out of Polnareff with his Star Platinum, as he himself jumped on the table, wrestling all the men there. 

“For there's no one as burly and brawny“ the three Bimbettes sang, having heart eyes watching the man show off. “As you see I've got biceps to spare.” effortlessly, Star lifted the bench on which the 3 girls were sitting.

“Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny” the silver haired man got up, nudging the brunet.  

“That's right! And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair.“ the lad ripped off the tank top he had underneath his school uniform jacket.

“No one hits like JoJo Matches wits like JoJo!“ the crowd chanted, as Jotaro flipped the checkers table in anger, realising he was going to lose.

“In a spitting match nobody spits like JoJo!” Polnareff giggled like a schoolgirl, making his friend glare at him.

“Don’t even think about it.” Jotaro sneered at him.

“When I was a wee lad, I ate four dozen bentos my mother made me Ev'ry morning to help me get large And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen bentos So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” Jotaro smirked widely, flexing and showing off.

“No one shoots like JoJo Makes those beauts like JoJo!” the crown sang merrily as the brunet man used Star Finger to make holes in a barrel and let beer fall as if it was a fountain.

“Then goes tromping around wearing boots like JoJo!” Polnareff screamed loudly to be heard from all the loud stomping Jotaro did as he slumped back in his throne-like red chair. 

“I use enemy Stand Users’ heads in all of my decorating.” he showed off, pointing on the large wall filled with trophy heads.

“Say it again Who's a man among men? And then say it once more Who's the hero next door? Who's a super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask his fans and his five hangers-on There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down” the crowd chanted as they raised up the chair he was in, but dropped them on Polnareff’s poor back.

“And his name's J--O--T--A... J--O--O--T--S... J--O--E--S--......”  the silver haired man tried his best to spell breathlessly from under the chair, but with no luck, so he let the rest of the people chant his friend’s name.

KUJO JOTARO!

Just as they finished the song, Roses barged into the tavern, asking for help, but of course, nobody believed him, so he was thrown out of the pub as everyone kept laughing -

Until Jotaro smirked, realising that he could use the influence his grandpa has as the Asylum owner, and if he throws the old man there, Y/N would surely fall to his feet and marry him!

“No one plots like JoJo” the two friends’ Stands started dancing around the tavern together, celebrating the future victory of their unbeatable plan.

“Takes cheap shots like JoJo” Jotaro sang, as Star Platinum lifted Silver Chariot in the air.

“Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like JoJo” Polnareff laughed obnoxiously.

“So, his marriage we soon will be celebrating! My what a guy JoJo!” everyone in the pub chanted loudly and cheerfuly.

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Returning back to Y/N’s room, a soft knock on the door woke her up from the trance of tears, and she soon realised that Old Enyaba, along with Oingo and Boingo came to help her calm down...

But how could this be possible? A walking, talking tea pot? Tea cups as well? Her surprise was even bigger as she bumped into Midler, the cheerful wardrobe, so of course, despite how bewildering this...Everything was...

She couldn’t help herself but sit on the ground and drinking the little tea that Boingo could fit.

“That was a rather brave thing you did, dear, if not, a tad foolish." Enyaba spoke in a grandma-like voice. “We all think so...” Midler spoke in a sympathetic voice. “But...I’ve lost everything. My father, my dreams, my future, my sense of self...” Y/N sighed, an obvious sad look on her face. “Cheer up, child, it will turn out all right in the end, that much, I can predict, you’ll see. Oh, listen to me, jabbering on, while there’s supper to get on the table. Oingo, Boingo, let’s go!” Enyaba jumped out of the room, as the two brother cups said their goodbyes. “Hmmm, what shall we dress you in tonight? Let’s see what I got in my drawers!...! OOPS! Haha...How embarrassing...” Midler laughed awkwardly as some moths got out of her, before taking out a cute, little pink dress. “Oh, you’ll look ravishing in this one!” “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not going to dinner.” the girl tried to say, but just then, Terence came to tell her that dinner is served.

Down in the dining room, the Master was stomping around the room mindlessly, waiting for the girl to come, as he snapped impatiently at his servants who were just as anxious as he was.

Of course, they were all aware that this was the only opportunity they had to make the pair fall in love, but Dio was cursing himself out loud for allowing that damn enchantment to mess with appearance, no longer looking as charming as a prince as 100 years ago.

Dio was desperate, he wanted his life back, but he had no idea how to make himself be presentable and calm in front of this contemporary damsel that he caused the distress of. 

He was just like the dragon who kidnapped the princess and kept her in imprisoned, so he’d be surely damned before he would ever be able to make her fall in love with him.

As Enyaba and Daniel tried to give him the basic tips and remind him how to be a proper gentleman, Terence came, fumbling on his words...Until he spewed that the girl won’t be attending dinner...

Which is when the Vampire snapped and letting out a pitched “WRYYYYYYY”, he stomped his way quickly to the girl’s new room, banging harshly on the door.

“I suggest you get out of that room, otherwise I will break the door!” he yelled, clawing at the door in anger.

“Uh...Master...I could be wrong but...I doubt that is how you will gain her affections.” Daniel spoke awkwardly. “Please! Attempt to be a gentleman!” Terence pleaded his master. “But she is being so difficult!” Dio sneered lowly, throwing his arm dramatically to point at the door. “Gently! Geeeeently!” Enyaba tried to pacify his master, as he took a deep breath, trying to control himself. “Will you come down to dinner?” he asked, this time in a scorned, yet low, feign-calmer voice. “No!” was her only interjection, that made the blond man grit his teeth, glaring at his servants, to make them realise she couldn’t be reasoned with. “Suave! Geeentle!” Terence tried to speak in a softer voice. “...It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner...Please.” he managed to say, albeit with a lot of pauses to calm himself. “No, thank you!” she called out from inside the room. “I AM DIO BRANDO, YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER, I AM THE MASTER OF THIS PLACE! Even if you attempt to hide behind that door, you can’t stay there forever!” Dio yelled at her in an obviously angry voice. “Watch me!” was the only thing she replied. “FINE! Then go ahead and STARVE, you spoiled little missy!...If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all!” Dio’s voice echoed throughout the whole mansion, making the servants icky with fear and disappointment.

“Older brother, stand watch at the door and see if anything changes.” Terence ordered his elder brother. “Oui, mon frere!” Daniel nodded with a military salute as he started guarding the door. “Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up.” Terence sighed, as him as Enyaba went to help with the cleaning up.

In the West wing, the room that was trashed already from top to bottom, except for a crystal-glass bell in which the magic rose was being trapped, Dio Brando stormed inside said place, grumbling and destroying even more of the furniture to ease his frustration.

“I ask her nicely to dine with me, and she refuses! The nerve! The audacity of that wench! What does she want me to do, beg?! I, Dio Brando, will NEVER beg! Mirror, show me the girl!” he roughly grabbed the mirror, spying on his new captive, and seeing Midler try to console her, trying to tell her that he is not so bad once you get to know him, but the girl was nothing but stubborn, which angered him even more...Or maybe that was just the last bit of hope he had getting stomped on. “That stupid enchantress...Doing something as despicable as this to me...This stupid girl will never be able to see the Dio from 100 years ago, no matter what I do. I’m no JoJo, and she’s no Erina. I guess monsters like me are fated to forever wallow in misery and self-pity their whole life. This was hopeless from the beginning.” he sighed, putting down the mirror gently as he watched another petal fall of the rose.

Back to Y/N’s room, the girl slowly opened the door, peeking to see if anyone was looking around, and seeing the coast clear, she tip toed out of there...As her guard, Daniel, was busy fooling around with Mariah the Featherduster behind the courtains, giggling and flirting like no tomorrow...Until the Lumiere noticed Y/N which made him let Mariah fall to the ground, not even hearing her cursing him.

“Zut alors! She has emerged!” he gasped in shock as the girl made her way to the Kitchens, where she was greeted by Terence, at first, only to have Daniel get in front of him, get her hand, kissing the back of it, and wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Enchante, cherie~!” “If there’s anything we can do to make your stay here more comfortable...” Terence tried to say, before his elder brother burnt his butt with a candle fire. “Well, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” she smiled at them in amusement. “You are? Hear that, she’s hungry! Stoke the fire! Break out the silver, wake the china!” Enyaba started ordering all the dishes to come out at once. “Remember what the master said...!” Terence started sweating in despair. “Pish tosh! I’m not about to let the poor child go hungry!” Enyaba cackled like an old hag. “She’s our guest! We must make her feel welcome here! Right this way, mademoiselle~!” Daniel guided them to the dining room, much to his brother’s anxiety attack. “We- We must be quiet! If the master finds out...” he tried to explain, but Daniel had none of it. “Of course, of course! But what is a dinner without a little music~?”

Daniel brought Y/N to the long banquet table as he started singing and entertaining the girl, so she won’t have to think bad because of what happened before.

"Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride And greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair As the dining room proudly presents Your dinner!" he spoke in his usual suave voice as he put on a sort-of hat, and the dishes were slowly dancing around him.

“Be our guest, be our guest Put our service to the test Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie And we'll provide the rest!” he sang as a few dishes were brought in front of her.

“Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres Why, we only live to serve Try the grey stuff, it's delicious Don't believe me, ask the dishes!” as he opened a tray of little food samples for her to try.

“They can sing, they can dance After all, miss, this is France And a dinner here is never second best!” Daniel sang as the dished from the cupboard got in a formation to resemble the Eiffel Tower.

“Go on, unfold your menu Take a glance and then you'll Be our guest oui, our guest Be our guest!” the Lumiere gave the girl a menu for her to look at. “Beef ragout, cheese soufflé Pie and pudding, on flambé We'll prepare and serve with flair A culinary cabaret!” he continued as a ton of dished danced and sang in front of her, and of course, she couldn’t stop herself and took a bite.

“You're alone and you're scared But the banquet's all prepared No one's gloomy or complaining While the flatware's entertaining!” the spoons started diving inside the punch bowl, like sync dancing in the water.

“We tell jokes, I do tricks With my fellow candlesticks” Daniel was thrown into the air as he used the little flames on his candles to do little firecracker tricks. “And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet Come on and lift your glass You've won your own free pass To be our guest if you're stressed It's fine dining we suggest Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!” the ale, wine, water and mead caraffas started dancing, pulling Terence along with them. “Life is so unnerving For a servant who's not serving He's not whole without a soul to wait upon Ah, those good old days when we were useful Suddenly those good old days are gone Too long we've been rusting Needing so much more than dusting Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills! Most days we just lay around the castle Flabby, fat and lazy You walked in and oops-a-daisy!”  as the salt started falling down Terence, his elder brother started throwing him around, as if he was dancing with him, until he threw him inside the green jelly, then propelling him away again.

“It's a guest, it's a guest Sake's alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed With dessert, she'll want tea And my dear that's fine with me While the cups do their soft-shoein' I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing I'll get warm, piping hot Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot? Clean it up, we want the company impressed We've got a lot to do! Is it one lump or two?” Enyaba sang cheerfully, preparing the napkins, the pots with the hot food, and the little cups.

“For you, our guest (she's our guest) She's our guest (she's our guest) Be our guest, be our guest! Our command is your request It's been years since we've had anybody here And we're obsessed With your meal, with your ease Yes, indeed, we aim to please!” the flower holders all went to Y/N for her to admire and sniff in the gorgeous flowers’ smell, while all the plates, forks, knives, spoons and cups were dancing together, getting on their spot on the long table.

“While the candlelight's still glowing Let us help you, we'll keep going...” everyone sang as the candeholders all got up on by one, letting Daniel have the spotlight, on top of one of the cakes.

“Course by course, one by one 'Til you shout, "enough I'm done!" Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest Tonight you'll prop your feet up But for now, let's eat up!” Daniel sang as he danced some cabaret, while the the illuminated chandelier, along with a few other coloured lights, came down from behind the courtains, revealing the forks dancing cabaret as well, as the featherdusters all went behind Terence to join the dance.

“Be our guest Be our guest Be our guest Please, be our guest” everyone danced and sang merrily as all the bubbly champagne bottles popped open, making the girl join in the singing, clapping happily, her eyes sparkling with glee and admiration at the incredible show they all put together just for her, along with the tons of dishes she was surrounded by.

“Bravo, that was absolutely wonderful!” she grinned widely in appreciation. “Thank you! Haha, thank you, mademoiselle! Good show, wasn’t it, everyone?...Mon Dieu, look at the time! Now it’s off to bed, off to bed!” Terence tried to usher her back to bed after eating the best meal of her life. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly go to bed now! It’s my first time in an enchanted castle!” she clapped in glee. “E-Enchanted? Who said anything about enchanted...?...IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT?!” Terence growled at his elder brother, starting to beat him up. “I...Figured it out by myself.” she chuckled in amusement as she parted the quarreling brothers. “I’d like to look around...If that’s alright, of course.” she got out from her seat, looking to her surroundings as if she was a curious meerkat. “Would you like a tour?” Daniel asked charmingly. “Wait a second. Wait a second! I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. We...Can’t let her go poking around in certain places, if you know what I mean.” Terence nudged his elder brother. “Hmm...Perhaps you’d like to take me? I’m sure you know everything there is to know about the castle.” she winked at him, as he couldn’t help but blush. “I...Well...Actually...Oui, je sais.” Terence chuckled awkwardly as he took the girl on a tour, telling her about Baroque and Rococo designs, until he realised she was going to the stairs to the West Wing, and they tried to stop her, but to no avail...

Until they mentioned the Library, and she feigned she was going with them, as they walked ahead, and she went ahead to see what was so interesting in the West Wing that was forbidden.

The place was trashed, unlike any other, and the statues were much scarier. Walking down the creepy corridor, she got in front of this grand door that had a golden beast as a handle, and taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to go venture inside and look around the room that was nothing more than a ruin she had no idea what to make of.

Looking around, she noticed a big portrait of a man, but it was clawed...So she gingerly put together the parts, revealing a very handsome young man, holding a lawyer’s degree...The man had shiny blond hair and amber eyes...

That man was definitely Dio Brando before he transformed into the frightening beast that he is now.

However, he eyes weren’t enchanted by the gorgeous man for too long, as a little pink shine captured her attention in the corner of her eye, and she noticed a single red-pink rose, floating and glittering inside a glass bell, around it a pink aura that seemed nothing less than magical.

The girl’s curiosity doomed her, as she took off the bell to get a better look at the flower, yet afraid to touch it at first, as it was mesmerising... But it was captivating, it was enchanting, and she couldn’t stop herself as her fingers slowly started inching towards its petals...

Only for a huge shadow to loom over her, as the Vampire came out of nowhere, no sound of movement detected, and he quickly covered the rose again, towering over the girl, glaring and speaking in a dark, threatening voice.

“Why did you come her?! Have you no mind or recollection of what I just said earlier? This place is FORBIDDEN, and for a reason!” his voice was frightening to say the least, making her eyes go wide as saucers from the huge temperament change. “I-I’m really sorry! Curiosity got the best of me and...” she kept stuttering, her hands of in defense as she tried to step back away from him. “I WARNED you NEVER to come here!” he yelled roughly the emphasised words. “I didn’t mean any harm, I’m really sorry!” she tried to calm him down, but he only got angried. “DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?!” he growled, almost animalistic, his long, white fangs now looking even more threatening than before, as he backhanded a desk, breaking it. “Dio, please stop, you’re scaring me!” she glued her back to a broken wardrobe in fear. “GET OUT! GEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!” he started trashing around like wild, making the girl yelp in fear, as she ran away, taking her cloak and getting out of the mansion.

She didn’t care about the D’Arby brothers’ siblings, nor about the promise or the harsh blizzard going on outside, since winter was rougher than usual - She climbed up on Hol Horse and galloped the hell out of there, hoping to get home, but the road was filled with surprises as the Horse got scared from the big group of wolves that started jumping at him.

He could only run away, unfortunately stomping too hard on the frozen lake, falling in, but somehow managing to get back to the snowy ground...But so did the wolves. In its fear, the Horse kept bucking to his hind legs, making its reins somehow knot themselves on a branch and throwing off the girl, as it tried to fend off the predators. 

Y/N, in fear, got the nearest wooden bat branch she found, trying not to let the hungry pack bite her, trashing around with the bat aimlessly, until one of the wolves managed to bite and tug the wood from her arms, leaving her defenseless, as another one jumped on her, getting her by the cloak and throwing her to the ground, as another tried to jump and maul her.

By good fortune, the girl and her horse were saved by Dio who arrived just in time, letting out a mighty WRYYY and yelling “ZA WARUDO”...And the next time she blinked, there were no more wolves...They disappeared like magic...And all she could see was a big, yellow Stand.

That Stand disappeared quickly, before the girl could even say that she could see it, as the man fell to the ground, panting in exhaustion, a few wounds on him.

“It’s been such a long time since I used my Stand, that I can’t even do it properly anymore. How pitiful of me...To get wounded by some mangy mutts...I should’ve burned them, like I did with JoJo’s stupid Danny.” he growled in a low voice as he fainted to the ground.

The girl then wrapped her cloak around his figure, then made the horse get down so she could get him on and back to the mansion to treat his wounds.

He was obviously weakened when she helped him on his chair by the fire...He couldn’t even look at her from the shame and anger he had in his heart.

“I saw you’re a Stand User...Well, so am I. Will you let me heal you, Dio? It’s the least I can do after you saved me.” she asked him, as she sat kneeling by his side, trying to get a hold of his wounded arm. “No.” he replied as stubbornly as she did before. “What?! Just-...Just hold still!” she took out her beautiful, light blue Stand and used the water it conjured to heal the wound...But not without the Vampire letting out a pitched WRYYYYYYYYY as he yanked his arm back. “IT HURTS!!!” he yelled in her face, but she only frowned. “You’re a century old Vampire and you whine about some sting?! Just hold still and it won’t hurt as much!” she raised her tone at him. “If were to drink the blood from your body, I’d have no more wounds! Besides, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t run away!” he spoke back just as cheeky. “If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away!” she scoffed, spitting back her comeback. “Well...You shouldn’t have been in the West Wing!” he shot right back after a second of thinking. “Well, you should learn to control your temper!...Now hold still, this might sting a little, but that’s how healing works. At least it has a pretty fast effect.” she said as her Stand carefully started healing his arm, as she held his hand. “By the way...Thank you for saving my life.” she spoke in a much softer voice than before. “...You’re welcome. I won’t take your blood either.” Dio scoffed, turning his back away...But his amber eyes still glanced to the side to take a peek at her.

The whole night was much better for the two of them, and they thought there was nothing else that could possibly disturb their peace for now on...

However, unbeknownst to any of the Mansion’s residents, the one and only Kujo Jotaro, the great great great grandson of his rival and step-brother, but also, the only man he ever respected in his life, was plotting revenge along with grandpa Joseph Joestar, the Asylum’s director...

And that revenge was something nobody could ever expect.

Kujo Jotaro was nothing less than an ambitious man who ALWAYS got his way when he was pissed off.

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PART 2

[the-illiterate-pirate]

I'm only *checks watch* 24 hours late to Terence's birthday party, but I come bearing a gift. I honestly love him, and I'm pretty happy with this >:) gamer boy deserves love (and a handy)

Holding on to You

Warnings: nsfw, bath sex, not beta read

Dio was gone now. And in his place was left the remains of very sad butler.

After "his lord's" defeat, Terence seemed a bit different. He wasn't as animated as before. He was left like one of his broken dolls, trapped in his bed, silently suffering. It broke your heart to see him in such a state. With time, he did heal, through body and mind. He ate and spoke, albeit softly. And he went back to creating life through his dolls, but they were left to decorate your selves. A slow process but seeing light behind his eyes again made you so very happy.

You kissed at his jaw, feeling up the taut muscles of his shoulders as another night was used tirelessly fixing up doll clothes. The other hand played with his freed hair, beautiful green tresses tangling in your fingers. He felt so strong underneath you. "Terence, you've done great, but you should head to bed now."

He set down his needle and thread to relax better into you with his head set comfortably between your breasts. He hummed sweetly in your arms enjoying how your hand left his shoulder to curl around his neck, scratching at the nip of his neck now. You coddled him like a baby in your arms, waiting patiently for him to answer.

"You're right... I think I should bathe first, though."

"Let me draw you a bath." You kissed him once more before leaving the warmth of your now husband.

The steam clouded the mirror and fogged the tiles. Soap bubbles– just the right amount, enough to hide the bottom of your well sized tub but not too many to crowd. It smelt of lavender and mint and left your mind pleasantly buzzing with relaxation. Perfect for your love.

He entered only once you let him, still wearing old sleepwear from last night. He still had those rings around his eyes, but they were fading, surely. He looked tired– he had to be tired, it was nearing two in the damn morning anyway.

"All of this for me?" He laughed it off, but you knew he appreciated it. "It'll be quick, I promise." His fingers slid down to the buttons of his nightshirt, begining the process of undressing but you stopped him quickly. "Please, let me. Please?" You smiled at him so sweetly, how could he refuse?

Terence let you unbutton his shirt, one button after the other to reveal his perfect body. Muscle was lost in the passing years, replaced with a slight pudge in his belly, but he was perfect. As your hands spread across his hips and you pressed your mouth onto his heating skin in delicate and harsh kisses, you licked at his soft skin tasting the faintest traces of salt in that humid room. His hazel eyes glassed over in lust, he never expected such a pleasant surprise. "I wanna take care of you, Terence." To prove your point, you nibbled at his chin, slowly rubbing up his hips to his exposed chest. "Let me make you feel good."

Terence bit his breath once his feet came into contact with the hot water. He sunk leisurely into the water until it reached just below his pecs. He relaxed back in the tub while you took the pleasure of wetting and sudding up his chest with your washcloth. You didn't mind it when your clothes stuck wet to you once you leaned over to steal his lips in a hot make-out. You couldn't help yourself, seeing him all wet and slick tested your restraint and you lost. Your husband relaxed into the hand rested on his cheek as you finally pulled away from your hot kiss. He always left you hot and breathless, and that way he looked at you made your core throb. "Such a handsome husband I have." You cooed to Terence as you kneaded his jaw. He moaned softly only fanning the fire in your loins.  "Such, such a caring wife I have... I love you."

"I love you too Terence." And you smooched his wetly on his cheek.

Next came his hair after you washed him free of suds. You made sure to keep it dry as you brushed out the jade locks, appreciating their softness. Careful to not get soapy water in his eyes, you wet his hair and massaged shampoo and conditioner into his scalp. Terence truly looked like he was in Heaven, eyes lolled closed, soft sighs through his nose. Such a cute sight~, you made sure to coddle him before the water went cold.

Once he was finally cleaned he tried to get out but you only pushed him back down.

"Hm..? Habibti?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Sush,"

You leaned over him in the bath, where the ends of your hair threatened to touch the water, and made sure he didn't try to leave. The covered hand on his chest went down under the water to grab his cock. Gently with a teasing friction, you rubbed him through the cloth, squeezing firmly. You felt him hardening in your palm.

Those hazel puppy eyes blown wide, his pupils threatening to consume his irises. His breaths stuttered and wheezed, he panted hard close to your lips but not quite there. You quickened the pace, you drew him near that sweet release, stray whimpers left his kissable lips, but you left his rock hard length before he could cum. You massaged circles into his thighs. Once his muscles stopped spasming and he left the edge of pleasure you continued again. You tortured him all over again, teasing his release and stopping again. Your thumb teased at his cock's head and slit, waiting for him to crumble.

"Fu... P-Please don't tease me, Dear–mph!" You quickly shut him up with a passionate kiss. Your tongue fought against his breathy moans to tangle with his and claim his throat. His fingers twitched and clawed at the porcelain tub. The water grew to a frenzy again once you started to pump his crying dick. Terence's moaning only pitched twofold, his member was unbelievably hot in your hand and felt harder as his orgasm built up.

You pulled away from his mouth, your tongue snaked out with a string of saliva to connect you two. It broke once you spoke your command. "Cum for me, habibi albi."

Oh, fuck.

Terence's eyes rolled back once he came, his cumshot got lost in the turbid waters as he was left boneless. You watched him sink back into the tub with his tongue lolled out and droopy eyelids. He was cute to watch in his downtime, aways has been. He let out a cute squeak when you pecked his temple.

"Let's get you out of that water and dressed, good looking." His nod of agreement was slow and tired, definitely ready for bed now.

You rubbed him dry with a towel, and dried his hair to the best of your abilities before combing it out. You gave him a kiss on his neck before you finally got his new nightwear from the closet.

"There. Dressed up in your late night best~" You teased once he was curled up under blankets in bed. You quickly joined him, and he immediately adapted to the new body besides him. Terence draped himself over you like a cat seaking heat, and you didn't mind a bit. You held his head close to your heart, playing with his hair and scalp, kissing his crown.

"Wuv you." Terence muttered against your bust. He was already slipping away into sleep, he couldn't even open his eyes. You hummed, and placed one more smooch. "I wuv you too, Terry baby. Sleep well Habibi."

[mistaeq]

Hi! I would like a match up for part 3 :> I'm female, 5'9,cubby but strong, im affectionate, caring and kind. I'm protective over the things I love and willing to fight for what I believe in. I'm emotional and there for others when they are upset in anyway. I love dark humor and can sometimes be a little to loud when I'm comfortable. I'm talkative but a little shy around new people. I'm self-conscious about my height and weight but i accept my face, I think its somewhat cute. I got chubby cheeks

Matchup

TW // none

Thank you for your request! You sound like a loyal and funny person to be friends with, don't ever change! ^_^ Enjoy your matchup~

Stardust Crusaders Matchup

WORD COUNT: 1k

My first matchup choice for you is...

Jean Pierre Polnareff!

Jean Pierre is pretty affectionate himself, almost clingy, so you'll probably understand each other on this.

And if you fall in love with each other during the trip to Cairo, your kisses and affection probably annoy Jotaro.

It's a good thing that you're caring. The man needs a lot of attention, not only because he's clingy, but because he's impulsive, and needs someone to look after him and advice him.

He's not the kind of man who thinks that the male should be the one to protect the female, he's smart and open minded, on this.

It's true that he feels like he's your prince charming and your knight, but when you protect him, his heart melts for love.

Polnareff has a lot of ideals himself, and he's willing to be always by your side and fight with you for what you believe in.

When it comes to taking care of you when you're emotional, Jean Pierre is always ready, at any hour, in any situation.

He's cheesy. He's french.

Please be there for him when he's upset or emotional. Because it's gonna happen a lot.

Jean will sometimes cry at night, because of Sherry, his sister. This is gonna also happen when he thinks Avdol's dead. The crusaders didn't tell you the truth, too, because they knew that you would have told Polnareff, seeing him like that.

Don't worry about being loud around him, he's pretty loud too. Be just careful not to be it to much when you're around the crusaders - when you're around Jotaro. -

Your shyness when you don't know each other yet is the death of him, he loves the way you blush when he tries to flirt.

Jean Pierre loves and cherishes your body's appearance, height and weight, every single millimeter of you.

He likes to lift you, taking you in his strong, warm, arms and carrying you around bridal style, to make you understand that your body has nothing wrong, and that you can do everything you want with it.

He loves smooching your cheeks and - if you're okay with it - caressing your soft, dark hair.

You two tend to make each other's day brighter and happier, you're really similar and complete each other.

If you don't feel like talking with anyone, Jean will let you in peace, without any problem, or more probably, knowing him, he'll just stay next to you and shut up in your company.

Polnareff is interested in everything you like, he wants you to talk him into it, he loves seeing you so enthusiastic and happy about what you like.

If you happen to be picky on food, it's surely not a problem, because Jean is, too. Like a lot. His stomach is big, he eats a lot to keep those muscles working, but he only eats specific stuff.

Touchy, social and bubbly. You really, maybe, are Jean Pierre's soulmate.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Terence D'Arby!

Since he's known you, he started to change his ways. DIO doesn't like you. Terence couldn't care less about this.

Because of his occupation as DIO's butler, kindness is his best quality, you can say.

He had no time to realize it, since working under that screeching vampire took him a ridiculous amount of time, but Terence is terribly touch starved.

Terence appreciates you being protective, because he cares a lot about this kind of stuff. It's known that he got involved in a rough fight with his brother, Daniel, to protect his girlfriend, because he tried to hit on her with suspicious intentions.

If he has an ideal, it has to be the opposite of his brother. Terence is a honest man. He hates people who cheat and he fights for this. If he wins, it's because he genuinely used his chances at its best.

His stand, Atum, gives him the possibility to read into people's soul, and know they're not cheating.

Terence doesn't really show it, but he's pretty empathetic. He easily understands when you don't feel okay, and don't try to convince him you're fine, because Atum will clearly tell him you're not.

Behind the "DIO's butler" side of him, hides a funny and sweet boyfriend. He won't let you go unless he sees a big smile of yours first.

He ends up being often upset, when he loses against someone or when DIO stresses him up too much. If you make sure Terence knows you're there for him, he will never hold back from being there for you too, when you'll need him.

Dark humor is his thing, he likes it too. He might even send you a questionable amount of memes.

He doesn't really care about you being loud, it almost gives him joy, to be honest. DIO's mansion's atmosphere is so dark he needs a little color in his life.

The girls you see on his videogames are always so perfect, skinny with their hourglass looking body. They're beautiful, without any doubt. But Terence prefers a body even more beautiful than those, for him. Yours.

He would spend hours and hours staring at you, at your stunning body, your perfect height and your cute cheeks.

He loves kissing those cheeks, the same way he loves your curly hair.

Talking about hair, Terence always hides his own under his green head wrap, but when he wants to take a little time to cuddle with you and relax, he takes it off, revealing his soft, honey colored hair.

Days when you don't feel like talking, he likes making you feel his warmth anyway, letting you silently sit on his lap while he plays videogames.

Even if you find him playing videogames, talk to him. Terence listens. He's just concentrating on his game, but he won't space out, your life and interests are important to him.

Please if you happen to eat together and he'd like you to try something, don't be afraid of telling him you don't like it. But if you've never tried something, let him feed you to try it. Terence loves this kind of things.

[mistaeq]

~my writing rules

please , always respect the fact that i can always refuse to do a request. if i happen to forget or to not write a request, ask before attacking.

WHAT DO I WRITE?

✅ reader inserts

✅ angst

✅ fluff

✅ headcanons [max. 7 characters]

✅ AUs [alternate universe]

✅ matchups [i'll match you with 2 characters]

✅ trigger warning topics i feel comfortable enough to write about

✅ nsfw

❌ character x character

❌ yandere or gore

❌ stuff that may make me uncomfortable or delicate topics i don't know enough about

❌ incest / pedophilia / racist stuff of every kind

!! don't be afraid of telling me which pronouns you'd like the s/o to have, i'm totally comfortable with feminine, masculine and neutral readers. If you don't specify it, i'll make it neutral !!

!! please be clear on your request, whether you'd like a oneshot, headcanons and what kind !!

WHO DO I WRITE ABOUT?

PHANTOM BLOOD: dio / speedwagon / jonathan

BATTLE TENDENCY: joseph / caesar / suzi q [platonic or fluff] / pillar men

STARDUST CRUSADERS: jotaro / kakyoin / avdol / polnareff / joseph [not nsfw] / dio / hol horse / steely dan / terence d'arby / n'doul

DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE: josuke / jotaro / koichi / okuyasu / keicho / rohan / mikitaka / yukako / yuya / kira / reimi [platonic]

VENTO AUREO: giorno / bucciarati / fugo / narancia [not nsfw] / mista / abbacchio / trish / la squadra / diavolo / doppio / tiziano or squalo with a male!s/o or neutral!s/o [due to the fact that they're openly gay, i wouldn't feel comfortable with writing about them with a fem!s/o] / cioccolata

!! every underage character will be aged up. !!

[mistaeq]

rules are unbreakable

hey, loves. dora here. these are my writing rules.

DISCLAIMER: i won't be taking proper REQUESTS anymore, apart from matchups. i'll be taking SUGGESTIONS instead, so feel free to drop some in my inbox !!

➳what suggestions will i take?

reader Inserts

headcanons

fics

AUs [alternate universe]

characters' aesthetics

triggering topics i feel comfortable with

nsfw

angst, fluff

➳what suggestions won't i take?

character x character

yandere [unless i personally want to] or gore

triggering topics o don't feel comfortable with

incest, pedophilia, racism of every kind

who do i write for?

➳ phantom blood

jonathan joestar

robert e. o. speedwagon

william antonio zeppeli

erina pendleton

dio brando

daphne von thalheim [part 1 oc, hamon master]

➳ battle tendency

joseph joestar

caesar antonio zeppeli

suzie q [platonic or fluff]

pillar men [kars, esidisi, wamuu, santana]

lisa lisa

floyd joestar [part 2 oc, pillar man]

daphne von thalheim [part 2 oc, hamon master]

➳ stardust crusaders

kujo jotaro

kakyoin noriaki

flesh bud kakyoin noriaki

jean pierre polnareff

flesh bud jean pierre polnareff

muhammad avdol

joseph joestar [platonic unless I feel comfortable with it]

dio

many minor antagonists [hol horse, terence d'Arby, daniel d'Arby, n'doul, steely dan, rubber soul, mariah, midler, nena]

aelita persephone geil [part 3 oc, villain, crusader at the end]

floyd joestar [part 3 oc, pillar man who became a crusader]

flynn von thalheim [part 3 oc, hamon master who develops a stand]

➳ diamond is unbreakable

higashikata josuke

nijimura okuyasu

kujo jotaro

hirose koichi [not nsfw]

nijimura keicho

yamagishi yukako

kishibe rohan

nu mikitakazo nshi

fungami yuya

sugimoto reimi

tonio trussardi

kira yoshikage

hazamada toshikazu

some minor antagonists [akira otoishi, toyohiro kanedaichi, miyamoto terunosuke]

adonis sergeevich lebedev [part 4 oc, duwang gang member]

nu oritelium nshi [part 4 oc, duwang gang member]

floyd joestar [part 4 oc, former pillar man and crusaders, gets there with joseph]

➳ vento aureo

giorno giovanna

bruno bucciarati

leone abbacchio

guido mista

fugo pannacotta

narancia ghirga [not nsfw unless i feel comfortable about it]

trish una

la squadra esecuzioni [risotto nero, prosciutto, formaggio, pesci, illuso, melone, ghiaccio, sorbet, gelato]

l'unità speciale [diavolo, vinegar doppio, cioccolata, secco, squalo, tiziano]

caramello boyge nero [part 5 oc, villain]

guglielmo abbacchio [part 5 oc, bucciarati gang member]

➳ stone ocean

kujo jolyne

hermés costello

foo fighters

kujo jotaro

narciso anasui

weather report

rikiel

donatello versus

ungalo

➳ steel ball run

johnny joestar

gyro zeppeli

diego brando

alternate world diego brando

hot pants

mountain tim

funny valentine

soundman

oyecomova

ringo roadagain

wekapipo

blackmore

drusilla bulckaen-valentine [part 7 oc, first lady of the united states]

i am more than surely forgetting someone so just ask

disclaimers:

please, always remember and respect the fact that i can always refuse to do a request. if i happen to forget or to not write a request, ask before attacking.

i might happen to clear my inbox. i sometimes make events or publish some works i felt like doing, without it being requested.

don’t be afraid of telling me which pronouns you’d like the s/o to have, i'm totally comfortable with feminine, masculine and neutral readers. if you don’t specify it, i’ll make it neutral.

please don't be vague on your request. i want to do my best not to disappoint expectations.

every underage character is aged up in nsfw plots.