JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Jotaro Kujo: DIO Returns

"I'll get you when you least expect it."

Those words had seemed even more frightening than Jonathan Joestar's last threat, to haunt his step-brother forever. Though, they had been said ten years ago now. His eyes looked like raging fire in this flickering candlelight. You were on your knees, chanting whispers commanding your allegiance sent your mind into a misty sensory overload as you pleased your Lord DIO. Whatever he asked for, you were to follow graciously like a puppet. Struggling, your throat strained in agony as it desperately tried to adhere to the instructions. A silver knife was offered to you, shimmering like his pearly fangs beneath the torches. Taking it from his wintry hands, he dragged sharp fingertips across the tender skin of your hand, the marks burning in its wake. Despite the agonising pain, you hungered for more attention from him. He was your master after all. The chanting became more rushed, pressuring you to give him what he desired. Panting, his mere presence was intoxicating, pillar box irises following your every move. His voice in this room echoed, telling you how beautiful you were, how much more you deserved. Time seemed to slow, stretched, heavy ticking of a clock's arm vibrating in your ears like a weighty door slamming. The world around you was distorting into a crackling mess, leading you to believe your desire to serve was being compromised by an outside force.

Jotaro was awoken by a sharp kick to the coccyx, practically flinging him across the mattress. Hissing and rubbing his back in pain, you were having a seriously a bad dream. When your arm slapped over his ear, a whimper surfacing from behind him, he decided to try and spoon you sideways, anticipating he could prevent anymore flailing body parts. Constraining you only made your body jerk extraordinarily, knee plowing into his elbow. This was some nightmare you were having. Gently sitting up, he rapped on your face with his fingers, trying to wake you up.
"Y/N," his tone was raspy from the initial grogginess of being awakened. He watched as you responded by dragging your own fingernails up across your neck.
"Not my neck," you choked, eyebrows arched up in pain. Before he could react to your cry, your hips were in the air. "Not my neck!" Hands grasped at your sides, back contorting as if you were trying to free yourself from a stone slab. Gripping the sheets, you gasped for air, sending JoJo into a slight panic. He manoeuvred himself to steady your spasming limbs when you began chanting dark, ancient sounding words. Your eyes were swinging from side to side like a pendulum. "Diiiii.....Ooo..."
"Shit! Y/N! You need to wake up!" Even a yell couldn't be heard through the thick barrier between reality and the dream world. Shaking you violently, you just repeated words. Removing himself from the mattress, you writhed in the sheets, acting possessed. Jotaro paced up and down, running a shaking hand through his jet locks in worry. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't hit you, punching the problem was his normal strategy when things went wrong. Sitting bolt upright, he took note of your static evil glare. Cocking your head slightly, he simply stared like a rabbit caught in headlights. Slowly, you rose from the mattress to a knee and your foot, distributing your weight like a ninja and sliding into a tall stance.