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{ Private AU Jonathan Joestar RP Blog. }

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spookyspecialist replied to your post

It’s definitely you!

I don’t. Even dress like John Cena, Joseph. It’s not me.

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……….

Is there reception on the moon?

I mean there has to be, right? How else would the space guys contact earth?

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

Actually, yeah, that is a really good question... cell phone reception, though?

It sort of feels like that might be too weak. They have radios and stuff, right? Those are probably really high-tech.

...

How can he text if he has blood on his hands? I have so many questions.

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incubai replied to your post

That was rude of me, I apologize. I do not want you to cry, but I do want you to know that I do not care for your pitiful mortal suffering.

Dio, I thought we were friends.

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spookyspecialist replied to your post:(You hear cries of "IT'S FREE REAL ESTATE" in the...

JONATHAN SOME DUDE THAT KILLED ANOTHER DUDE ON THE MOON IS TEXTING ME!!!

What?!

I--Is he on the moon as he’s texting you?! I didn’t even know you could get reception on the moon...!

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incubai replied to your post:incubai replied to your postBut I am, Jojo! My...

Too bad you’re just a mortal, then! [REVERBERATING DEMONIC LAUGHTER.]

[Whines.]

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(You hear cries of "IT'S FREE REAL ESTATE" in the house.)

[Well, at least Joseph is still Joseph.]

It’s a FREE HOUSE for you, Jim.

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incubai replied to your post

But I am, Jojo! My body is made to withstand all the elements!

You’re so lucky, Dio.

I just wish I could do the same... if it isn’t too cold, it’s too hot, and just... sheesh.

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I wasn’t built for summer.

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Good, good… You’ve learnt well, knowing that my tail is my weakest spot.

[Chuckling weakly, his tail becomes as straight as a poised arrow as the other’s fingers rub across the leathery surface. He continues with his loud chortling purr that clicks in pitch with each shameless moan that rattles his bones and his watery chest cavity condense and tighten.]

[Muttering incomprehensible demon tongue, he rolls his hands up Jonathan’s thighs, hips, sides and rests his dulled claws just below his diaphragm as he sucks in a breath. Tuning into his own tempo along with the Joestar’s, he laughs once more with all the mocking intent.]

Can you feel how excited I am, Jojo? My heart-beat is on par with your own human-flesh-organ.

[As he mumbles, his hands ghost up to each breast and the demon almost appears to be intoxicated by this. Giving a good squeeze and feeling the pale flesh ripen underneath his curling tips, he lets out a howl which descends into another laughing fit.]

My, Jojo! Your bulbous chest could put fiddled woman to shame! What great assets you were bestowed with! And I’m not one to give complements!

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I-It is? It must have been a lucky guess...

[His thumb brushes over the base, his fingers sliding up and down as it straightens out. It’s rather fascinating to watch; he never would’ve thought he’d see him react like this. As he gets louder, though, he can’t help but worry that someone might hear them--god forbid his brother or his parents ever find him like this.]

[He’s about to speak up--though, he has no idea how to word his concerns without sounding like a frightened boy--when all rational though flies out the window at the feel of his claws skirting up his body. His face grows hotter at what he says, tipping his chin down slightly.]

I can... I-I didn’t think I’d ever feel something like this from you, it’s...

[Even if he’s being fairly mocking with it, he takes it as something absolutely genuine. If anything, his own heart starts pounding a little harder at the implications.]

[He backs up a bit, looking down to where he’s groping at his chest. The look on his face suggests that he’s completely debauched by this, his ears burning as he squeezes.]

T-That’s...! Are--a-are they really that...?!

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[Gaining entertainment from the constant anxiousness and his shaking fingers, a deep purr akin to the deep throttling rumble of a machine’s engine ascends from his throat in a thunderous high note. He loves how calloused his hands are as such wondrous textures reminds him of the old warriors that donned blades as high as Babylon itself.]

[Clicking his tongue across his swollen gums and lips, he rests his cold palms across Jonathan’s brazen knuckles.]

Hmm… Hmm, it’s an effort at least.

[His grin doesn’t leave him.]

As for your next move, Jojo?

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[He’s so dreadfully unused to this; he would’ve thought that, maybe, he’d have picked up on a thing or two from him. Given how much time they spend together, he should at least try something that he’s done, right? That would make sense, wouldn’t it?]

My next move, right, um... u-um...

[Shit. Shit. He has no idea what he should be doing next. He’s trying to come up with something, but it’s just. So very, very difficult.]

How--how about this...?

[He’s completely lost. But he might as well try. Lifting one of his hands up to his face, he leans up and starts kissing just below his chin, his other hand sliding around to stroke at the base of his tail.]

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So you’re not afraid of me then.

Well.

[There’s a hint of malice sugared onto his words, and as he gets up into sitting position – he wraps his hands around Jonathan’s and he brings him into position too. Another amused and all inhuman sound leaves him, he temporarily sticks his tongue out in play and his tail continues to cut at the air.]

Then why don’t you make the first move, mortal?

[As the last word leaves the comfort of his throat, his clothes become utterly featureless before parting into void-coloured strips and eventually dispersing and becoming nothing of value. Left bare without attire, he’s not shy of his god-like structure and he chooses to bask in the sunlight pouring through the windows with his chest and chin held imposingly high.]

Mmmmmhn~?

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Should I be? I mean... we’re friends, aren’t we? I wouldn’t...

[Distracted from his train of thought once more, he sits up rather easily, hoping he didn’t accidentally offend him. But then, he receives yet another reminder that he’s not dealing with a childhood friend, or even a human; no, and based on the noises and the very real tail whipping around behind him, he really should stop making that mistake.]

Uh, I guess I could, I--!!

[Oh. Well. He’s left speechless for a few moments, merely stammering and trying to figure out what he should and shouldn’t be staring at. Then again, he probably would advocate any and all prolonged staring.]

U-Um... a-all right... I’ll do my best.

[He scoots a little closer, still having trouble figuring out what he should be focusing his eyes on. Resting his shaky hands on his hips, he starts stroking up and down his sides. His touch is gentle and tender, his fingers somewhat calloused.]

Is this okay?

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 Not really. I just wanted to see you squirm.

[He rolls his tongue back up into his mouth like a carpet and he giggles like a smug child whom had stolen the last cookie out of the tin.]

[Delicately, he uses his fingers to wipe away the webbing but because of the consistency and the stickiness the act is better said than done as he spreads the liquid – accidentally – across his face along the area of his cheek and jawbone. Wow! Demonic saliva bukkake sure is great!]

Jojo.

[His chest inhales and he exhales like a machine and like mountain fog, vapours of off-pink smoke dribbles off the edges of his tucked lips.]

Are you afraid of me and the power I posses?

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Oh. Just wanted to see me...

[He flushes a bit at that; there he goes again, making assumptions. That does get him squirming just a little, though, teeth catching his bottom lip as he averts his eyes out of embarrassment.]

[Looking back up at him once he spreads his saliva along his face, he can only imagine what kind of a sight he makes. He probably looks ridiculous--or, worse, utterly debauched.]

Afraid...?

[He lets his head loll to the side for a moment in thought.]

No... not really. I mean, I’m... I’m more curious than anything about your power. I’ve been on the receiving end of it more than enough times, but I’m sure you’ve got reservoirs of power stored up. ... O-Or something.

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[Feeling terribly saturated, he rolls his swollen tongue (that disgustingly stretches far down to his chin) across his painted lips in a seductive swipe.]

Nothing special?

[Gaining speed with a now much wider grin, he uses his weight to press Jonathan comfortably into the bed with an amused grunt. His fuchsia wings flap idly and his tail cuts the air impatiently like a whip. Flushing against him with both their legs and talons now tangled, he lets out an amused insect-like ‘chirp’ as he rests his cheeks on his palms.]

Any man who can hold up such a resistance towards me, the king of lust, is worthy of being called ‘special.’

[‘Romantically’, he lathes that same monstrous tongue across his victim’s nose and marks him right down to his chin in viscous, gooey strands. The saliva-based mass left behind is pink in hue and has an unmistakable fruity scent to it. This probably would be more appetizing and less gross if it wasn’t as thick as it is…]

[The demon appears to be Proud of his effort as he lets out a strange sounding gurgle. “Maybe this demonic courtship ritual is something you can tell to your friends over the dinner table” he muses to himself.]

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[Earlier on, his tongue dangling out like that might’ve made him flinch a little, maybe even recoil slightly; but now? He can’t help but remark to himself that it’s sort of cute, in its own way. Enticing, even.]

[He swallows around the lump that’s formed in his throat, capping it off with a slight gasp when he presses fully against him. He wonders if he should really let this happen--after all, he’s a demon. He could be plotting something underhanded. On the other hand, he really does like him...]

Resistance...? Well, I mean, I-I guess that’s one way of looking at it, but... I think I’m just too...

[He cuts himself off short, though, once he’s suddenly greeted with that long, serpentine tongue slathering against his nose, lips and chin. While his saliva doesn’t feel corrosive, it’s really... gooey.]

[Blinking a few times, he wiggles his arm out from under him and dabs at it, accidentally coating his fingers in the thick, gooey strands.]

... i-is this... is this something demons do to show affection? L-Like a kiss?

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[He lets out an airy laugh and he waves his hand dismissively, if he could force himself to blush, he would, but he’s clearly too stubborn for such mortal bodily functions.]

Of course I deserve flattery, I am the ruler of the second circle. I get comments praising my work almost every day, you know?

[If only it was like that. No compliments are ever given to him but he doesn’t despair over this. If anything comes from the mouths of the suffering in his typhoons and wicked storms, it’s a distorted scream swept away by the very winds and salty-sea sprays of lust and it’s all the recognition he needs.]

[He glances at the ‘wind-machine’ behind Jojo.]

But you know.

[He leans close, and closer, and closer. His shapely body sways in unison as he crawls close to him on all fours with his talons scraping against the soft bed covers. His spine straightens outward as his leather-cladded hands press against Jonathan’s thighs and there’s an all too familiar, sultry look on his face that could melt the heart of any man.]

If there’s anyone that deserves to be complemented, it’s you.

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I can only imagine! You’re really incredible, after all, no wonder...

[Of course, he takes it completely seriously, believing wholeheartedly that he should be praised and complimented more often. And, if not, he’ll just do it, himself!]

You’re definitely the most impressive demon I’ve ever seen, I...--?

[He trails off a bit, slowly noticing that he’s creeping closer, bit by bit. Despite his innocence, he would have to be a complete idiot to not realize what was going on. As he closes in, he suddenly realizes just how bare he really is; he hadn’t thought much about his shirtlessness, but now, it just makes his cheeks light up as he lays back, legs moving under him almost subconsciously.]

[His heart’s definitely melting, but for more emotional than sensual reasons. His eyes dart this way and that, face growing redder with each passing second.]

M-Me? I...

Oh, I... I don’t know about that, I mean... I’m really not all that special.

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[His lips curl into a wrinkled scowl, his eyebrows fold inward and ugly wrinkles appear all over his unaltered complexion and this spell of confused anger continues to bubble over until his beloved friend starts talking again and the broth calms its fiery breath.]

[And as he starts talking (with most of the sappy undertones trailing past him) the demon realizes that there’s a strange, uncoloured aura emitting from Jonathan’s very being like the silver-lining of a cloud. Its ultra-violet in form and goes against human eyes, but to DIO’S dismay, his burnt irises pick it as it beams from the source, casting invisible light around the room.]

[A natural repulsion to demonic majiks and luring scents tossed down by a special blood-passage bestowed to him by the godly-hivemind back in their angelic spheres. It makes sense, doesn’t it? The tattered books and scrolls that littered his unending charcoal libraries written by the forsaken ones told of how /some/ special mortals could go against the power of the soulless immortals by hanging cursed organs up on their chamber door.]

[He grunts. He’s not exactly sure how to react to this, disgust? Amusement? Both? A bloodline that could go against his will, this is truly a first. And if Jonathan doesn’t see him as a threat to mortal society, then there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.]

[But he takes Jonathan’s words kindly by puffing up his pectoral muscles like some sort of avian-creature. His claws amusingly tack against the bed-board and create a hollow chime.]

Such kind words, Jojo. Clearly such fluff shouldn’t be bestowed on a demon like me.

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[He shrinks down a bit, seeing that expression on his face; was something like this considered offensive to demons? Tilting his chin down a bit, he looks up at him from underneath his thick eyelashes, looking absolutely contrite. This was new territory for him, definitely; he’s not used to being able to interact with the supernatural. That was usually Kakyoin’s area of expertise, and yet, here he is, consorting with a being from another realm...]

[He shouldn’t have assumed that he would immediately understand human morals and such. How insensitive of him! He wonders just what he could’ve been thinking, with all this... it’s all so confusing. Is this how Kakyoin feels all the time? Surrounded by beings and spirits he doesn’t understand?]

[Thankfully, however, after a few moments, Dio seems to relax and take his words to heart. Still somewhat hunched down, he smiles shyly as he straightens up.]

No, really, I hope I didn’t end up confusing you or anything--human feelings like this are probably really weird for someone of your stature! I just, well...

I really like you, you know? Telling you stuff like this... I definitely think you deserve it!

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-So senpai was feeding the incubus…?  Even if he’s not familiar with that variety of being, he definitely knows what a sex demon needs to thrive off of.  That’s a no-brainer right there.  He decides not to point this out–senpai looked lively so maybe his life force was just so strong he wasn’t going to be affected?  He hopes so.-

Well…  So long as he’s playful and doesn’t try to…  you know, hit on me, Jotaro can be handled pretty easily…  He’s a bit easy to get jealous in these circumstances…  I don’t think you’ll have to work too hard with him.

I’d love to meet him, however.

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[As always, he’s completely oblivious. Perhaps that’s why he hasn’t actually been completely drained of all life yet? Perhaps he really is angel-born after all. Not even the monster cock from the second circle of hell can corrupt this wildly innocent youth.]

Oh, I can make sure to let him know where everyone’s boundaries lie--I don’t think he would necessarily do anything to upset me, so if I tell him no, I think he’ll listen. If nothing else, I might have to give him something in exchange for it--which shouldn’t be too difficult for me to manage.

Ah, well, I did discuss meeting him in the school library during lunch breaks and such, so maybe I could introduce you one of these days!