#polnareff x f!reader

[databaze]

i need to be stuffed and puffed by my anime men

[loverspeak01]

A Sneak Peak (+18!!)

Jotaro x F! Reader

Rating : smut

Summery : jotaro took a sneak peak of you outside of the shower.

Warnings : nudity, smut, swearing , rough kissing, cum, BxG, unprotected sex, rough sex, touching, pinning, making out.

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(Time : after part 3)

Jotaro was currently looking for you around his house in Japan. Holy had left to get a groceries, so it was just you and Jotaro.

You had just finished showering in the bathroom, wrapped around with your robe.

Jotaro had walked passed the bathroom when he heard the shower stopped, finally finding you. He walked closer to the door, opening the door slightly and peeked through.

You had not noticed the door slightly opened, focusing in the mirror as you were doing your skin and hair care routine. You grabbed the body lotion and took off your robe and rubbed the lotion all over your body.

Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off you. he was staring at your body, watching you apply the lotion. He slowly and quietly opened the door fully and stepped inside. His glazed glued to your body.

You had finished applying the lotion and slid your robe back on, you turned around ready to leave and saw jotaro. “AHHHH!!-“

Jotaro quickly put his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming, he pushed you gently against the wall, pinning you there.

“Mmmhm!” You hummed trying to talk, but his hand is firmly preventing you. You grabbed his arm trying to set your mouth free from his grip.

Jotaro chuckles as he watches you struggle against him. He moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, his face only inches away from yours.

Jotaro lean in closer, his lips hovering just above your ear.

“Shhh..~” he whispered, his hot breath against your skin.

You blushed, flustered as you felt a heat wave hit your body. You calmed down, looking at jotaro who was staring back at you.

Jotaro smirked, noticing your flushed cheeks and the way you were looking back at him. “There you go.. that’s better..”

He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, but kept you pinned against the wall. His body pressed against yours.

“What are you doing, Jotaro..?” You asked him as you see him lean in closer to you, his lips nearly touching against your neck, his breath sending shiver down your spine.

Jotaro whispers, “I just want to have a little… fun..”. His hand sliding down your hips, his fingers gently caressing your skin.

“We shouldn’t, it’s wrong.. we’re friends..” you stuttered, you hand slowly slid from his arm to wrap around his neck.

His hands tightened around your hips as he chuckles again. “If it’s wrong then why did polnareff tell me you had a crush on me throughout the whole trip?”

“Damnit, told that jerk not to tell you. Yea I like you..” “then you wouldn’t mind if I..” you looked at him, he leaned into you and kissed your lips.

“We’re alone here, no one is going to stop us.” He moved his kissed to your mouth down to your neck. gently nipping it, his tongue tracing a path along your skin.

“Not for long, your mom said she’s only getting a few groceries. She’s going to come back soon and see us.” You whined. tilting your head back, giving him more room to work with.

He sighed, “good grief, we’ll just have to make it quick then..” he leans in and captures your lips again into a rough kiss. Allowing his tongue to invade your mouth.

You feel jotaro grabbing your thighs and lifting you up, your legs and arms wrapped around him for support.

Jotaro body grinds into yours, his hands firmly keeping you in place as he continues kissing you hungrily. “Good fucking grief, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this..” he growled breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Jotaro..” you whimpered as you feel him grind against you. Jotaro buried his face in your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of marks.

“Say my name again..” he whispered, demanding.

“Fuck! Jotaro!” You yelped as you feel him nibbling on you sensitive skin. you took his hat and put it on your head, tangling your fingers in his raven hair.

Jotaro growled in response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. He grind his hips more into yours. “That’s right.. keep saying my name like that..”

“You going to fuck me or not, we’re losing time here..” you reminded him.

“Oh I’m going to do more than just fuck you.. I’m going to make you scream my name.” Jotaro reassured, lifting you off the wall and carry you to his bed, tossing you into his soft mattress.

“Please jotaro, I want you to fuck me dumb until the only thing I can think of is you and your cock..~” you begged him. Taking your robe and sliding it off your body, setting it to the side.

Jotaro crawled on top of you, also removing his clothing, throwing them to different sides of the room.

“I’ll make sure you forget your own name..” he whispered, his hands roaming your exposed body. His hungry gaze taking in every inch of you. “You’re so beautiful..”

He leans down and begins kissing his way down your body, his lips and tongue tracing a path down you neck, you chest, to your stomach.

Nibbling and kissing on your skin, jotaros hands roaming over your body, sending sparks of pleasure through you. 

“Good grief.. can’t wait to feel you..”he whispered, his fingers tracing along your inner thighs, teasing you.

You stopped him, “uh, uh, uh. No teasing, we’re limited with time if you already forgotten.”

He chuckled, “you’re impatient.. but i suppose you’re right.”

He positioned himself between your legs, his body pressing against your and his cock just inches away from your hole.

“You ready for this, no turning back.” “Give it to me” you respond. “With pleasure” jotaro grinned, his eyes filled with desires.

He positioned himself at your entrance. slowly pushing himself inside you, groaning from the sensation.

“Fuck! You’re so- augh~ big!” You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out.

Jotaro let out a low growl as he pushed himself all the way inside you, his body trembling with pleasure. “Good fuck- grief..! You’re so.. tight..”

He leans down to capture you lips in a passionate kiss, his hips began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of you.

“Faster, please move faster! Augh~ jotaro!” You shouted out moaning, your fingers grabbing a hold on his back shoulder. Holding and squeezing it for support.

Jotaro’s pace quickened, his thrusts became harder and faster. His hands gripping your hips tightly, letting out quiet moans and groans.

“Fuck~ aughh!~ jotaro!! More- fuck! Give me more!~” you moaned out, begging him. Needing and wanting more.

Jotaros breathing grew heavier as he continued to thrust into you, his pace becoming almost frantic.

“I’ll give you anything you want, baby..” he leans in to bit your neck, leaving more marks as he continues to pound into you. His movements becoming more and more desperate.

“Hmm~ fuck! Jotaro!~ I’m close!” You moaned as you felt a knot form inside you as you kept getting pounded. Your fingers unconsciously dig into jotaros back.

“I can feel it.. you’re close.. fuck!” You moans out as he feels you tightening around him. He continues to pound into you repeatedly, making a clap noise echoed around the room.

You felt jotaro hand move down to rub your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. Helping you push you to your edge.

“Fuck! Im cumming!~ jotaro!!~” your nails digged deeper into his skin as you clench around him.

Jotaro felt you body tense up as you came, your walls clenching around him. “That’s it.. come for me..” he lets out a low growls.

You kept moaning as he continued to thrust into you, his own orgasm building as he felt your body shake in pleasure.

Jotaro let out a strangling moan as he felt himself reach his own climax, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

“God, you feel so good..” he mumbled as he collapsed ontop of you, breathing heavy and ragged. Your hands loosen up, you felt liquid on your hands and checked and saw blood.

“It’s fine, as long as you felt good..” he assured you, as you looked worried. He rolled off of you and pulled you into his arms.

“Go out with me?” He asks, staring into your (e/c) eyes. You smiled at him, nodding.

“I’ll go out with you, jojo.” You giggled at him. Jotaro pulled you close to him, cuddling into you. Then you two heard the front door swing open.

Jotaro chuckles, “better head back to the showers before we get caught.”

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"F--k it"

Jotaro x reader

After finally arriving in Egypt and gaining Iggy as an "ally" you were forced to fight against Geb and his stand N'doul.

When Abdul had been hurt and your enemy was going in for the kill, you immediately ran, putting yourself at risk to try and save your friend, whom you had just gotten back.

Your friend Jotaro had ran after you, probably just to do damage control, but he was also worried for you. He had helped you defeat the enemy stand user (using Iggy), and now you were walking back to the rest of your friends.

You admired Jotaro in a new light, after he had lost his hat in the fight. He looked so handsome, he always had but now with strands of his hair hanging in front of his face. Of course you had always admired him not only for his looks but his personality as well, he was stoic, calm under pressure, cool, and he always listened to you no matter what, and he was never rude to you always being somewhat gentle.

You felt all of this yet you still knew that it was sort of hopeless, you were friends and Jotaro had showed no interest in you, at least in that way.

So you walked beside him, happy that you could at least know him even under these circumstances, I mean he really was-

"What are you looking at" he suddenly asked, an eyebrow raised

"Oh um sorry" you stammered waving your hands to try and signify it was nothing

"Hm ok..." he looked away

As he looked away his hair moved and the sun shone on his skin.

It was your turn to suddenly speak "You just look really nice without you hat on" you froze, not meaning to think out loud

"Huh?" He trends back towards you and strange look on his face

"Oh I'm sorry- I just, well I haven't seen you without your hat is all..."

He quickly looked away, you panicked, thinking you had said something you shouldn't have

"I just meant-"

"You...look...nice in...the sun...set" he mumbled, barley audible

You could see, even though he was turned away from you that he was covering his face with his hand.

You stood there stunned "what...do you mean?"

"You're such an idiot" he grumbled

He was being so vague you had no idea what he meant

"It's just- fuck it" he suddenly turned back to you and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in close and he bent down so you lips meant for just a moment, he was so gentle and he held you close, as though he thought you would break. He slowly separated himself from you lips and stood up.

"I hope that's obvious enough for you" he scoffed

You stood there, blushing like crazy, unable to speak.

After a moment Iggy came running back, with Jotaro's hat in his mouth

"Well, what do you know. You picked up my hat for me?" He said, surprised "maybe he isn't so bad after all" he looked over his shoulder at you, a small smile on his face

"Thanks-"

He stopped, realizing Iggy had slobbered all over it after he had returned it to his head

"Gimme a break" he sighed

You chuckled "hey Jojo"

"Hm yeah?"

You jumped up to reach his face and planted a kiss on his cheek

"I didn't know you felt the same way" you grinned

"You're pretty dense"

"Says you"

He chuckled

"Well um since we both-"

"HEY JOTARO, Y/N" you could hear Polnareff yell from the dune buggy "COME OVER HERE"

"We'll continue this later I guess" Jotaro sighed

You laughed and ran to catch up with him and the rest of your crew

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would like to request jotaro with f!reader who has a very sensitive waist... and he accidentally finds out when they get attacked by a stand user and he grabs her by the waist to get out of the way and she accidentally moans and he realizes 😏also stardust crusaders setting

Sooo hey 👋 Sorry I just got to you anon. The time you sent this request was when I was still knee-deep in school work (and i thought my requests were closed) but I figured I should make you a short fic regardless. Enjoy!

Sensitive - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 1.3k

There were a lot of things you never knew about yourself and unfortunately this was one of them.

Apparently, your reception to touch was sensitive… really sensitive to the point where one tiny poke would make you jump and squeal like a child, or one cut on your arm would sting like hell.

But there was also that one embarrassing discovery about that skin sensitivity that your head wouldn’t let you forget. Ever.

An enemy Stand had ambushed the Crusaders in the middle of the desert and the group had to deal with the problem before the person could do something worse. This Stand’s ability in particular was simple and it involved homing projectiles that were persistent on tracking its target down for a solid minute or two.

The user was cocky enough to let himself be seen by everyone at a distance, confident that you won’t be able to survive the multiple flying arrows shooting around and about.

You had suggested that Avdol and Kakyoin be the one to deal with the enemy since their Stand’s attacks were long-ranged and able to release their own projectiles back, and to create that opening the others could distract the arrows away from them.

For a while, the plan worked. The two managed to make them invisible from the sensors of the arrows, and for them to chase after you, Jotaro, Polnareff, and Mr. Joestar instead. The whole situation grew more annoying than threatening the longer this went on, constantly having to dodge and duck every new second maybe even deflect some of them if possible.

And for some reason, even if you did well so far evading the homing projectiles, it didn’t occur to you that while you dodged one arrow, you forgot the other heading straight for you.

“Y/N!”

And this was the moment you remembered with vivid recollection.

In an instant, you gasped as a strong arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back, barely missing the sharp tip zipping past you. Oh, someone just pulled me away from death. You figured because that was over, the arm would let go. It didn’t.

“Hey I think you can-” You turned to the person who pulled you away and paused immediately, heat creeping up your neck when you realized that it was Jotaro who did it- your crush ever since meeting that first time during a group project. And it just occurred to you that again… his arm secured itself around your waist.

And it looked like he hadn’t noticed that he didn’t let you go yet. Knowing that it was him holding you combined with the fact that a simple press of your waist was sending jolts and jolts of tingling sensation throughout your veins made you feel like a fuming mess. “Uhm-”

“Watch out,” You couldn’t say what you needed to say when he jumped out of the way of another arrow with you still in his grip, and there was that one spot that got touched when his arm tightened just then that sent another mind tingling feel under your skin. You had to bite your tongue to not do anything inappropriate. He should let go before this gets worse.

But Jotaro still hadn’t noticed you were still in his arm, too focused on eyeing every single projectile flying around, but you couldn’t entirely focus on them when you were feeling many things at once with every second his arm continued to press against the sensitive sides of your waist.

All it took was another arrow aimed at you for the infamous memory to happen.

Jotaro tugged you in, holding you with both arms and pressing your whole body against his chest when multiple arrows zipped past you.

But with the strong pressure around your body, together with every inch of your heated skin now brushing up against the muscled frame of the delinquent, you couldn’t hold back the audible moan you held in for the longest time, breathy and unintentionally prolonged.

You froze.

As did Jotaro.

And an ice cold bucket of water washed you when you realized what happened. In an instant, heat rushed up your neck and flooded the entirety of your face and ears, and you couldn’t even hide yourself when your arms are trapped to your side. He didn’t look any better with the way he couldn’t move at all with those red-tipped ears and tightened lips.

It didn’t click to both of you that Kakyoin managed to take down the enemy Stand user and that the group gathered to recollect themselves after that inconvenience.

Awkwardly, you finally stepped out of his hold and cleared your throat. “Uh, I- well- the team’s done so…”

Without looking at you, Jotaro shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning casualness as if he hadn’t blushed as well. “Looks like it…”

“I’m just gonna, you know… head on over there… with the others.” You chuckled nervously.

He nodded and so you bolted, still fuming with shame and disbelief.

Now you can’t think of any way you could approach Jotaro after that.

It would be alright if the group kept moving and everyone’s minds would eventually forget what just happened, but unfortunately for you, traversing at night was a bad idea and god forbid you were to sleep under the scorching daylight sun.

Mr. Joestar managed to get the group to a small town and book out 3 rooms with the same room arrangements done during your stay at Singapore… where you get to share the room with the one person you still didn’t know how to talk to up to now.

Though before any of you could get some shut eye, you all had your dinner first at a nearby eatery without any rude interference of enemies.

I have to clear things up with him. I don’t think I can handle this weird energy of when it’s just us in one room again. Just as Mr. Joestar went to talk things with the cashier and most probably negotiate for a discount, you steeled your resolve and let out a deep exhale.

You timed your approach just as the guys stood from their seats and strode towards the delinquent with all the courage you mustered for the past hours. “Hey,” you started, reaching forward to grab the flap of his school uniform and drawing his attention to you, a brow raised.

Upon eye contact, you hitched your breath for a moment before speaking your mind out. “About earlier, listen… that sound came out involuntarily. You see, I’m sensitive to touch so there’s that too. If that made you uncomfortable, then I’m sorry.”

Jotaro continued to stare, waiting if you had more to say. And you grew even more flustered. “H-Hey! You kept on holding onto me even after pulling me away from that arrow! I could have done just as well as before if you were aware of you keeping me hostage.”

“I was aware.”

Huh?

“You thought I forgot to let you go?” He scoffed. “I’m not that dense. What if I wanted you to make that sound on purpose?”

“Y-You…” On purpose?! Once again, your cheeks fumed a bright red.

“Looks like I made you flustered this time,” To make matters worse, he walked a few more steps towards you, leaning down until his face was beside your ear to whisper into it. “That’s what you get for teasing me all this time on our way here. Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.”

Jotaro pulled back with an obvious, slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned around, amused and satisfied at your current state. “I’ll see you back in the room.” And as if he wanted to hit the nail on the coffin one last time, you yelped a bit too loud when a pair of hands grabbed your waist out of nowhere, pressing in.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, glaring at Star Platinum as he returned to his user with a wide grin meant to imply Jotaro’s delight in turning you into this blushing mess.

“Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.” “I’ll see you back in the room.”

I can’t believe this. You scoffed, hands on your hips as your head remained heated and red. Fucking hell. “That bastard.”

[tonberry-yoda]

Wedding headcanons for Polnareff x female s/o please?

Wedding Headcanons for Polnareff with a f!reader

notes - AHHHH STOP HE'S LITERALLY MY HUBBY!! This is a dream come true, I will marry this man every day honestly. Thank you so much for the request anon and I really hope you enjoy it because I can't with how cute this is going to be!! Stay well and hydrated! <3

bro would be crying the day of the wedding

like the day barely starts and bro is in tears

this was the day he always imagined, so to know that it's finally happening makes him lose his mind ong

he knows he has to be pretty separate from you for the day because both of you will be busy getting prepped for your own sides, so he lays kisses all over you before the wedding, his last kisses as your boyfriend

he is so nervous getting into his tux, like literally shaking

all the other crusaders - which he ofc invited, avdol being the best man - tell him that everything is going to be fine and calm him down with a fun morning

when the actual ceremony does arrive and he's waiting at the alter, omfg he is shaking so hard

this is the moment he has been waiting for since forever and he cannot believe it is happening

out of nervous habit, he is messing with his sleeves and the other crusaders are silently hyping him up before you step out

when you do, he is in tears

seeing you in that gorgeous dress literally makes him bawl his eyes out and you can't help but smile

when you get to the alter, he grabs your hands and just looks at you, almost accidently giving you a kiss lol

he tells you how pretty you are and you tell him how handsome he is

you two are crying when you say your vows and finally, that long awaited kiss comes, which was perfect

the lil party afterwards is so much fun because you're goofing off with the boys you spent an adventure with and wouldn't give up for the world and some friends you made outside of them

you and polnareff share a cute little dance together before it turns into fun and pure chaos

he ends up taking you outside where the moon is glistening on a nearby lake and he holds you, telling you how lucky he is and you two share a beautiful kiss in the night

it was the perfect wedding <3

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Recovery (Avdol x f!Reader) SMUT

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WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content under cut.

( A/n I haven't written SMUT in So long So I'm a bit rusty. But anyways I hope you enjoy)

Small summary: after getting injured during the battle with Hol-Horse and Hanged Man you and Avdol go into hiding in an island until you've both recoverd. But a few nights before at one of the hotels you were staying at things got a little heated between you two and it would be gone further if someone didn't interrupt.

Small mentions: Avdol x f!reader, Avdol being a bit shy, SMUT, 18+, body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used

"So how long do we need to stay on this island?" I asked Avdol as he gathered some eggs from his chicken, "Just a few days until Mr. Joestar comes to pick us up. Until then, we both need to recover from our injuries." I got hurt along side Avdol while fighting Hol horse and Hanged Man. "How long was I passed out for?" He placed the basket down. "About a day or two. The Speed Wagon foundation should be dropping by with some more medication for us." He sighed, "In the meantime would you mind helping me make breakfast." I stood up from my spot, "Sure."

We headed back inside and started cooking the eggs. "Have you been able to explore the island yet?" I asked Avdol. he was cutting a banana into small pieces for us both, "I did yesterday with some members of the Speed Wagon. There nothing suspicious here as of yet." I grunted taking in the information he gave me. "So... What do we do now?" I took a bit from the fruit he did the same, "We wait until Mr. Joestar and the others come to get us." The rest of the day Avdol and I cleaned and watched how some of the chickens fought for their food. 

Night had finally fallen. We both went inside, I didn't realize it until now but, "Why is there only one bed?"

 "Y/n this is a small house, two beds wouldn't fit in here." Avdol sat down on the bed, I stared at the bed still thinking if its a good idea for us to be laying in the same bed. "I can assure you I won't bite... If you want I could sleep on the small couch." He points towards the couch behind me. "I-its fine, I just zoned out for moment." I walked over to the other side of the bed, "Plus, you're a big guy. I don't want you sleeping on that small thing." Laying down in bed I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes slowly shutting.

It was now dark out the only thing that was lighting up the room a dim candle light that was slowly fading and the moonlight entering the room. Looking beside me there was an empty spot, "Where's Avdol?" I asked myself. I slowly got out of bed feeling groggy and walked towards the living room, the front door was opened. I was now wide awake and draw out my stand. As I was about to walk out I saw Avdol sitting at the entrance. "Are you trying to give me a heat attack?"

 "My Apologize Y/n." I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him looking up at the stars, "It's fine.... Couldn't sleep?" I asked him, "No I couldn't. Something was keeping me up." 

"Was I snoring?! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to keep you u-" Avdol chuckled slightly at me panicking. "No I uh ... It's just been awhile since you and I were alone." I felt my cheeks burning at the thought of that night we spent together; the way Avdol kissed me gently, the soft whimpers escape my lips as he kissed my neck and things were getting heated until Polnareff walked in and almost caught us. Since that night We agreed not to talk about it again.

 "Were you thinking about that night?" He looked at me, under the moonlight I can tell he was a bit flustered, "I was... I wanted to see more of you... Hear more from you... Please you." With each word he leaned in placing a kiss on my lips once, twice, and I then pulled him closer to me closing what little gap we had between us. 

In a swift movement I was now on top of Avdol, we pulled away catching our breath. "Let's go inside it'll be more comfortable in the bed." I got off of him and lead him to the bed. he sat down and I got on top of him wrapping my arms around his neck he tensed up under my touch. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/n your don't h-" I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I've been wanting to do this again since that night at the hotel." 

A few candles relit around the room, I caught a quick glimpse of magicians red. He placed both hands on my hip pushing me down onto his bugle a muffled gasped escaped my lips, he was already hard... Avdol let out a pleasurable sigh as  I started teasing him by slightly bouncing on his clothed bugle. "Y-y/n~"  

He pulled me closer to him kissing and nibbling at my neck, his hand now making their way inside my shirt. His hands trailed up and down my body, giving me shivers. Avdol lifted up my shirt now kissing my chest and  playing with my nipples one hand squeezing and burying his face between my breasts, leaving excited kisses, "Avdol~" He'd slowly lied me down upon bed gently stripping his and mine cloth off. His member slipping out, "You're so big" I took his member in my hand passing a teasing stroke on it. He started moving his hips a bit, "Please don't tease, my love." He moaned closing his eyes. He grabbed his member aligning himself at my entrance. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Yes." I nodded. I could feel his tip slowly entering me, "Ah~" 

 "Are you okay~" Avdols thrust were slow, "Y-yeah~" Even though he was starting at a slow pace I couldn't help whimper with each movment. After some time I was able to adjust to his size.

Wet squishing sounds fill the bedroom along with my soft gasps. "Avdol i-..." I couldn't speak. The amount of pleasure he was giving me had me choking on my words. "Y-you're getting tighter... A-are you close?" I nodded, words failing to come out. He started slowing down, "N-no don't s-stop." He looked at me a bit shocked, "But I'm gonna overstimulate you. It might hurt you." Through the flickering candle light I could see the concern in his eyes. I pulled him in and kissed him, "I-its fine Keep going until you cum." He nodded grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulder closing the gap between us the best he could and thrusting faster. "Fuck~" That was the first time I've ever heard him curse. I'd already reached my high, Abdul was now chasing his.

His thrust were getting sloppy, he removed my legs from his shoulder and kissed me muffling his moan as he came. He started slowing down and pulling out, "Fuck~" He was breathing heavily looking down at me. He leaned in kissing my forehead "Can you move?" I was too tired  to move. "I'll be right back." He grabbed a rag and cleaned me and himself off. After he was done he laid down in bed with me wrapping his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, "Avdol, I love you." He chuckled caressing my  head, "I love you too."

The next morning Avdol was on a call with Mr. Joestar while I was making breakfast. "I see... I'll tell Y/n about the plan then." He hung up, "What happened?" I asked him, he walked up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on top of mine. "Mr. Joestar will be coming soon to get us..." I could tell there was more to that "And?"

 " And he wants us to play a prank on kakyoin and polnareff. He wants us to pretend to be my parents. " I stopped chopping the onions setting the knife aside and faced him his hands still on my waist, "I'm sorry but I refuse." 

 "It wouldn't hurt, would it y/n?" I sighed, "Avdol did you forget that polnareff is a literal walking stand magnet. Remember I can see two different possibilities in the furture. One is that he'll run, a stand gets him and two that he actually stays still for once. I have a feeling his gonna run away and some stand users gonna get him."

 "We'll just have to see," he kissed my forehead, " if you'd like you could stay inside while we're playing the prank on them."

"You really want to play the prank on them don't you Avdol?" He nodded. I chuckled turning back around to continue cooking, "I'll stay inside then."

 Avdol pulled me closer to him kissing my cheek. "Can you help me look older before they come... They'll be here later on today."

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[mothwingwritings]

Save The Date

F!Reader X Jean Pierre Polnareff

Today is my birthday!!! Yaaay! To celebrate, I wrote this self-indulgent, out of left field, Polnareff-kidnaps-you-on-your-bday-and-tries-to-force-his-love-on-you story because why not? I’ve been wanting to write more Jojo and I love Polnareff’s himbo ass sooo here it is. :D I decided to go back to my roots with this one, it was therapeutic loool.

This was a bit rushed because I want to get it finished by today, but I hope you enjoy!!! Thank you for reading and for being here! Love y’all~ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Warnings: Kidnapping, imprisonment, reader is restrained this whole fic, forced/nonconsensual touching and kissing, brief mentions of sex, delusional Polnareff, probably horrible butchering of French pet names (I am sorry any French speakers, forgive my google translate indiscretions (；´∀｀))

Everything was perfect.

From the varying balloons and streamers that dotted the room, to the bows he had placed so lovingly in your hair, Jean Pierre Polnareff had worked hard to make this presentation immaculate. It was what his baby deserved after all-it wasn’t like it was your birthday every day.

It took weeks of planning and organizing to get everything just right. He’d spent countless hours calling the best caterers and bakers in town, and spent all his down time consulting with party planners to make sure this soiree would go off without a hitch. He was even able to score the perfect dress for you from the fancy boutique down the street-the very same dress you had been casting wistful (yet furtive) glances at for quite some time. The moment the ornate frock had gone on sale he could barely conceal his excitement and ended up purchasing it right away. He was sure you would be thrilled to receive the gown as a gift, and also be touched by his intuitive nature, his knack for picking up on the things you desired.

It was just your style, and he knew as soon as you donned it you would look nothing short of gorgeous. Envisioning you in it made his heart flutter, the smile that would engulf your face as you twirl around in it, giggling in sheer delight as the fabric swirls prettily around you, was sure to be a sight for sore eyes. It was hard waiting to see the dream become a reality.

When he finally got the chance to slip it on your body, he needed a moment to compose himself before he proceeded with the rest of the party setup. He had been correct in his assumption-you looked breathtaking, exactly like a princess in your new frilly, satin, dress. He wished he could have arranged to also have someone do your hair and makeup to really complete the look, but it was too risky to chance it. As much as he would have loved for you to wake up to a complete makeover, he couldn’t trust anyone to not be suspicious of the arrangement he had currently setup for you, and he dared not muck you up with his own mediocre skills.

But at the same time it didn’t really matter that he couldn’t have a cosmetologist stop by, you always looked perfect and ethereal, dolled up or otherwise.

Everything was splayed out before you, not a single item out of place. The table was neatly set with his finest dishes and cutlery, set at the ready to be topped with the feast that he was preparing for you. Vibrant bouquets comprised of only the fullest and brightest blooms of your favorite flowers sat on each end of the table, and fragrant candles cast flickering light over the scene, exuding a very romantic aura. Dinner (one of your favorite meals) was nearly done cooking in the kitchen, and its scent had begun to enticingly fill the room. He could practically hear your stomach rumble in anticipation.

The centerpiece of it all was an elaborate cake, decadent and rich, your name and a sweet birthday message sprawled on its surface in a pretty, curving script. It was far too large for just two people to consume, but that just meant there would be more to look forward to in the future. Maybe you would want to freeze some of it to share with him again on your next birthday, like some couples do with their wedding cake. The correlation made him blush as he fixated on it, giddy as he fantasized about all that lay ahead for the two of you.

With everything assembled, all he had to do was wait. He parked himself opposite you at the table, dressed to the nines to try and match you. As impressive as his finely tailored suit was, he didn’t hold a candle to your radiance. He sighed dreamily as he took you in, his eyes roving over your peaceful face while slumber still claimed you. You had a habit of incessantly frowning or shooting him questionable glances while you were awake. Whenever you noticed that his attention was turned your way, a grimace inevitably followed. This moment of peace where he could drink you in without any backlash was bliss, and as much as he was excited for you to wake up, he couldn’t help but relish this serene alone time he was sharing with you.

No kicking and screaming, no crying, no unnecessarily hurtful words flung his way when all he’s trying to do is show you love. Right now there was just you, him, and this lovingly crafted display of his affection that he prepared just for you, the love of his life. A small mountain of presents towered behind him, waiting patiently to be picked open by your delicate fingers. Most of them were little things he had picked up for you here and there that he thought you would like, trinkets and baubles he felt exuded a very ‘you’ aura and thus needed to be brought home to you. He used to try and give them to you the moment he purchased them, but you would always turn them away, telling him that he was spending way too much money on you. Silly girl, no amount of currency could ever be a waste on you.

The gift pile was a veritable array of goodies sure to delight you, teeming with big things, small things, and one very important thing that had been weighing heavily in his pocket for the past week. He had always planned on presenting it to you on your birthday (there was no greater gift than a perfectly cut rock signifying your eternal union, after all), but carried it around with him as a good luck charm of sorts, keeping it near till the moment he could give it to you. He kept it in his breast pocket as close to his heart as he could, childishly hoping that the placement would infuse it with the immense love he felt for you, each heart beat coursing through it making it shine more dazzlingly.

Though he enjoyed carrying it around with him, the time was soon approaching for it to go to its intended home, sitting prettily on your ring finger. Musing on it made him glance down at your hands as they rested daintily on the chairs arm rest. He tried not to focus on the straps he had placed around your arms, holding you in place to prevent you from bolting the moment you woke up. You were such a jumpy, shy thing, inclined to run and hide the moment you spotted him. He knew this setting would be overwhelming for you, that you would not take all the extra attention so easily, hence why the sedation and extra restraints were needed. As much as he wanted to do a more natural approach, there was just no way to keep hold of you otherwise. It was a necessary measure, but it was one he hated nonetheless.   

Knowing you would be upset when you awoke filled him with dismay, but ultimately the drugs and confines were all just a means to an ends. After the initial shock wore off, you were certain to be pleased by all his effort.

Hesitantly, he reached out to grasp your hands, holding them gently in his own. His thumb slowly grazed your knuckles, tracing small circles over your soft skin. Were they not strapped down, he would have chanced giving your hand a kiss, his lips yearning to make contact with you in any way they could. It truly was a shame that you were so adverse to touch, for he constantly longed to handle you tenderly, treating you so lovingly you would become putty in his hands, melt at his ministrations. He could clearly picture the expressions you would make while he busied himself, running his fingers gingerly across your flesh, memorizing every inch of you in faithful reverence, kisses following where his fingers once tread.

It was his most avid desire, but he had yet to act on the fantasy. His dream would come true someday, but first you had to get used to him. Ease into your new life.

It was a torturous process, waiting for you to warm up, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Besides, with how bashful you were he figured he would be your first time for so many things, and that was exhilarating in its own right.

Suddenly, you stirred. Polnareff perked up, his eyes darting to your face as he watched your own slowly blink open. You scrunched your face in discomfort, groaning as your head gradually rose from its lulled posture. The after effects of the heavy drugs made your movements sluggish and groggy, another small groan slipping past your lips as you rotated your shoulders in an attempt to stretch.

Your gaze eventually landed on Polnareff, his face lighting up when you didn’t immediately look away. Still heavily sedated, confusion dominated your features. At this point, you were unsure where you were, what was going on, and probably perplexed by Polnareff’s presence, maybe even so bewildered you didn’t yet fully remember who Polnareff was. A warm smile graced his lips as he watched you come to, your befuddled state too cute to resist.

“Ma chérie,” Polnareff purred, his voice drawing you further from your hazy state, “I’m glad you are finally awake. It wouldn’t do to have you sleep through your whole party now, would it?”

Disorientation was giving way to realization, a look of fear and agitation morphing your lax expression into a sharp scowl. You began to pull against your bindings, your tugs becoming sharper the moment   you felt resistance, alarm mounting when you realized how trapped you truly were. Your eyes locked onto Polnareff’s, the haze that had clouded them gone, replaced with resentful animosity. It was painful being at the end of your enmity, but he reminded himself it was to be expected. You would be filled with contentment very soon, he just had to get you there.

“Jean what the hell,” Your words came out listless and slurred. As the final dregs of the drugs wore off, you struggled to get your baring’s. “Where am I? What is all this? Did you… did you fucking drug me?”

 Panic was starting to course through you, wide blown eyes filling with tears that you tried desperately to blink back. Your breathing grew labored as you started to thrash, trying your hardest to free yourself from the man who had imprisoned you, despite your compromised state.

Concerned you would hurt yourself, Polnareff gripped your hands tightly to try and sooth you, but it only caused your struggling to grow in intensity. Noting this, he quickly relinquished his hold, instead opting to cup your cheeks in a manner he hoped you would find more reassuring. Your skin was moist from your freshly fallen tears, his thumb easily sliding across its delicate surface, trying to wipe them away as best he could. You attempted to recoil from his touch, but the restraints and his firm hold kept you in place.

“Please amoureuse calm down,” he shushed you, worry reflected in his eyes, “You’ll end up hurting yourself if you keep pulling like that-“

“Fuck off,” you seethed between clenched teeth, “Let me go NOW Polnareff, or I swear I’ll-“

He clamped a hand over your mouth, halting any further commentary. A deep frown etched itself into his face as he stared you down, patience waning at the immediate vehemence you directed his way. Today was not supposed to go this way, he expected some backlash sure, but you weren’t supposed to recover from the medicine he had given you so rapidly. It was supposed to take time, fester a bit so that you would slowly come around, giving him plenty of time to explain things to you and have you get used to the arrangement naturally.

All the extra precautions were to help you see this for what it was, a true celebration to exhibit his unwavering dedication to you, and not whatever horrific falsity you had concocted in your anxiety addled brain. He cursed himself for not giving you the larger dose as he originally intended, he was just so concerned you may sleep too deeply and miss out on your special day altogether.

“You need to be quiet now, (Name),” His voice was low, a serious edge to it that froze your thrashing, granting him your full regard, “I know you are upset and confused, it’s only natural with how you woke up, and I don’t blame you for it. But there is no need for your ire ma cherie, look around you,” he released his hold, sweeping his hand across the room to show off his handiwork, “This is all for you bella. I worked so hard to make everything perfect for you because you deserve nothing less. Each decoration, accessory, snack, present-they were all assembled lovingly with you in mind. I’ve been preparing this for months, so please don’t be-“

“I don’t want any of this,” you once more cut him off, your voice choppy as you forced it out through shaky sobs, “I never wanted any of this. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t feel for you this way Polnareff? What you are doing is wrong, this entire ‘party’ is wrong! Please, if you really care about me at all just let me go and-“

Swiftly, he slammed his hand down on the table before you, rattling the dishes so violently it was surprising that none of them broke. Startled by the sudden upset, you lurched in your restraints, instantly shutting up out of fear. Your body quivered in distress, worried that if you said another word it would only further enrage him, and the assault next go around may not stop at just a whacked table.

“Stop it,” He annunciated each word, his eyes holding a sharpness that sent chills down your spine, “You don’t know what you are saying mon cœur, you are just blindly judging things before you even try them.” He took a shaky breath before continuing, “I have been patient, I have been kind, I have given you nothing but love, yet you constantly keep me at arm’s length, turning away from me in disgust even though I worship the ground you walk on. Please for one minute stop being so damn ungrateful and just be satisfied with all the hard work I have put in to meeting your lofty, unreasonable standards, or else you may actually have something to cry about.”

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as your panic-stricken eyes drank him in. Your bottom lip quivered, sniffles punctuating your breathing, but you didn’t speak another word. He felt momentarily guilty for going off on you (on your birthday, no less), but seeing the success his rare instance of harshness awarded him quickly overshadowed any negativity he felt, instead washing him in a feeling of victory.

Now that he got his point across, hopefully you could proceed as planned and things would be smooth sailing from here on out.

In the other room the oven started to noisily beep, signaling that dinner was ready to be served. He rose to his feet, hovering over you before making his way towards the kitchen.

“Ah, perfect timing,” he forced a smile, doing his best to hide the hurt your brusque behavior had inflicted upon him. He squared his shoulders, composing himself before continuing. “Here is how the night will progress, amour. I will prepare our meals and then we will enjoy them peacefully in each other’s company. Once we are done, we can dig into this cake I ordered especially for you from the gourmet bakery down the street, the one that’s so popular it has a wait list.”

He sighed dejectedly, hanging his head in defeat before continuing, “You may not care, but I think it’s important that you take into consideration just how much of myself I poured into this celebration before you make another snide, thoughtless remark.”

His eyes flicked down to the cake, a brief look of sadness wavering within them before he directed his attention back your way. “It’s lovely though, isn’t it? I am sure it will taste just as good. Don’t worry, if you haven’t calmed yourself in time to be let loose I will gladly feed you chérie. Even when you are being particularly… bratty, I would not want you to miss out on such a delicacy. Then, once our bellies are full you can start unwrapping this mound of presents behind me, and we will just pray that it doesn’t take us through the entire night.”

He chuckled, his demeanor beginning to soften as he spoke, appreciative of the obedience you were displaying and the lack of unwarranted commentary as he got through the itinerary for the night. “Finally, we will end the party with a gift that has been a long time coming, one that is a truly significant mark of our eternal bond. I know you will love it ma chérie, just as much as I will.”

He saw a shiver course through you at his words, a small, sad whimper tumbling from your lips as your shoulders sagged. The gravity of his allusion bore down on your small frame, shrinking you down in a poor attempt at hiding from your inescapable fate. He tutted when he saw your attitude shift, his hand again finding your cheek to give it a gentle stroke. This time, you didn’t flinch away. 

“I know this is a lot to take in ma beauté and I am sorry it frightened you at first,” he leaned down, planting a lingering kiss to your forehead before proceeding, “But you will come around very soon, I know you will. You are my sweet girl, and after you experience what a great time we are about to have you will be so overcome with joy that you will barely be able to stand it. In fact, you may already feel a little silly for giving me such a hard time, am I right?”

Suddenly, his expression turned bashful. A rosy hue illuminated his cheeks as he started to fidget uncomfortably, a slightly embarrassed looking smile gracing his lips. Your body turned cold as his hand slid from your cheek to your shoulder, idly toying with the thin strap of your dress. His roving eyes fell to your chest, a hungry look flashing through them before they found their way back to your gaze.

“And then, after you have finished going through all your gifts, to thank me for what a gracious lover I have been maybe… maybe I can unwrap something too?”

You shudder at his insinuation, a look of pure dread donning your features.

“Polnareff,” you choked out, strained words struggling to form one final, soft plea, “please.”

Before you could utter another word, his mouth aggressively claimed your own. He pressed hard against you, as if to engrain the scorching feeling of his lips on to your flesh. You whined, squirming against him until he pulled away, staring at you with longing, love struck eyes.

“Happy birthday, ma chérie. Let’s make this one to remember.”

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Ravening Wolves (Dio x F!Reader) 5/?

"When it's all over," he breathes, "when I stand supreme, and am no longer a slave to fate... I shall show you heaven..."

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At long last, the time has come to set your grand scheme in motion: the elimination of Jotaro Kujo and Dio's glorious resurrection. The Age of Heaven is near, and you won't let the Joestars stop you—no matter how hard they fight. You've defied fate and death for Dio. Perhaps one day you'll tell him how you feel. A sequel to 'Hungry Eyes.'

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Chapter 5: At Last

Dio's reappearance seizes Jotaro's heart in a vice-like grip. This is his nightmare come to life; a century-old specter rising from the pits of hell. 

Memories, vivid and haunting, flood his mind – battles fought, comrades lost, the faces of Kakyoin, Avdol, and Iggy, each etched with the weight of their sacrifices.

The white chill of dread spreads through his veins like an icy river, but Jotaro Kujo remains steadfast. He's a hero, and his resolve has been honed through years of hardship and grief. He carries a determination that refuses to falter, even in the face of the very embodiment of evil.

So Jotaro surges forward, his movements propelled by rage, fear, and the immense burden of justice. His fists become a torrent of fury, crashing toward Dio with lethal intent. But Dio is a masterful foe, and he effortlessly deflects Jotaro's assault, blocking punches with his forearm as a cold smile plays upon his lips.

"You've aged, Jotaro. Just moments ago we were in the streets of Cairo, battling in our prime; how slow you've become since. How many years have passed since our last confrontation?" This is a Dio who never stopped fighting, one plucked from the height of his glory; the moment he stole Joseph's blood. And what was Jotaro in the face of this menace? 10 years past his prime, out of practice, and out of shape compared to a true equal, an equal he never thought he'd face again. 

"It doesn't matter how much time passes, you're still pissing me off," Jotaro replies.

The battlefield transforms into a chaotic dance of power and agility.

Star Platinum, clashes with The World, and the combatants move with breathtaking precision: every motion is calculated to exploit even the smallest of openings, the most minuscule mistakes. But the momentum of battle shifts as Dio gains the upper hand, his blows becoming more and more relentless, each strike a testament to his unearthly strength, a strength that increases as the battle goes on.

Battered and bruised, Jotaro fights to regain the upper hand. His mind races with strategies but, as his hold on stopped-time fades, he is sent hurtling through the air, his body crashing unceremoniously against the unforgiving ground. 

The world around him seems to spin, there's a ringing in one ear, and his nostrils fill with the acrid scent of burning wood and rubble. His body aches, there are white spots in his vision, and he can barely breathe.

He hears Josuke's voice, shouting his name with urgency, a distant cry that cuts through the haze. It's a lifeline, a reminder that he's not alone in this dire moment.

But there's triumphant laughter ringing in his ears as well, a chilling sound that sends shivers down his spine. It's a laughter that's haunted his nightmares for a decade, a cruel and mocking echo of the past. 

He thinks about Jolyne again, he thinks about his wife. He thinks about his parents, his grandparents, and Josuke. He never met Jonathan, Erina, or George, and he has only the faintest memory of Lisa Lisa, but he thinks about them too. Jotaro thinks about everyone he's ever loved and everyone who loves him in turn, and he musters the strength to stand. But then he blinks, and he's flying backward through the air. Dio must have stopped time again, so there's little else he can do but brace for the pain as he hits the gate with such force that the metal whines in protest.

Polnareff lays limp just an arm's length away, one leg twisted at a terrible angle. 

"Polnareff," he calls out to his friend but receives no answer. Straining his ears, making sure Polnareff is still alive is all he can do in this moment. 

"Is that all? If this is all the fight you have left, then perhaps you should be more concerned with yourself and the predicament you find yourself in, Jotaro," Dio's voice drips with malice.

"Do you....ever stop talking?" Jotaro grunts, summoning Star Platinum, ready for one final bout. But Dio doesn't advance. Instead, the vampire's immaculate hair grows longer and it writhes like a nest of snakes. It's an unsettling sight, an aberration that defies explanation. His golden locks twist and something vile unfurls from within. Jotaro's eyes widen in recognition of the insidious creature: a flesh bud.

Memories of his previous encounters with these parasites flash before his eyes. He has to move, he can't allow Jolyne to face the dangers of the world alone, he can't let everyone down, he—

Something sharp pierces his forehead, his rapid thoughts fade into the abyss, darkness begins to envelop him, and the world around him dissolves into nothingness. 

Jotaro Kujo has retired, and Jean Pierre Polnareff is next. 

Dio, the ancient and formidable adversary of the Joestar family, has emerged victorious.

It seems to have happened in an instant.

You glimpse flashes of the battle between stopped time, things that don't make sense until you realize there were actions taken that you couldn't have possibly seen. You can't say for sure what happened but Dio's victory is undeniable. Part of you is grateful, yet summoning Dio came at a great cost. Your body feels as if it's unraveling, the threads of your being dissipating like a mist, one you can't control. 

Déjà Vu, once ablaze with crimson glory, reverts to her typical appearance—silent, resolute, clad in golden armor. The rapid ticking of her metronome slows to a stop and the Red Stone of Aja, a symbol of your ambition and obsession, slips from her grasp. You watch in muted detachment as it tumbles toward the ground. But before it falls, before you, too,  collapse, you feel yourself enveloped by the cold embrace of Dio's arm. The world around you fades away as he cradles your weakened form with one hand, and catches the stone with the other.

He must have used his time-stop ability to intercept you.

Dio's golden eyes linger on the stone for a moment, basking in the power it emanates. He then curls his pale fingers around it and turns that gaze unto you.

"Ah, how unexpected," he muses, his eyes roving over your form. "I never expected to find you, of all people, out on the battlefield, and in such a state. It seems you've expended a significant amount of energy to bring me into this world."

"...I...couldn't allow something like death to keep you from fulfilling your promise to me,” is your exhausted reply. 

Dio's lips curl into a twisted smile, his amusement evident.

Yet, even as exhaustion weighs heavily on you, you're acutely aware that the battle is not over. Josuke still stands as a potential threat that Dio has undoubtedly noticed standing on the battlefield as well. 

With Dio's arm wrapped around you, the Red Stone clutched firmly in his grasp, he calls upon Vanilla Ice. The devoted servant responds without hesitation, his unwavering loyalty is evident. Vanilla Ice feels secure in his servitude, he feels a sense of completeness. He gazes upon Dio as a devoted acolyte looks at his god and there's nothing he wants more than to fight beside his master; he wished he could have fought beside him all those years ago. 

He bows his head reverently, his voice subservient as he listens to Dio's command to eliminate 'the other Joestar' at once.

"Yes, Lord Dio...please stand back."

"No, I shall fight as well. No more games."  He says, and Vanilla Ice is ready to carry out his master's wishes, to extinguish the remaining threat to Dio's ambitions. Yet, as Dio's orders reach your ears, your consciousness flickers.

You recall saying something to Dio; a warning, a command, or perhaps a plea from the depths of your soul: you don’t want to see Josuke die...you want to see him suffer. Yet, as unconsciousness claims you and your body falls limp in Dio's hold, you're certain that wish of yours remains unspoken. 

You wake in your bed, surrounded by the opulence of your estate. You rise. The velvet curtains are drawn tightly, casting the room in an obsidian shroud. But even in the darkness, your vision is sharp, as keen as any predator's. 

You're no longer dressed in your usual attire, your fashionable reds Instead replaced by a burgundy gown, its thin straps are the only barrier between your skin and the midnight air. You shiver, feeling strange as coldness seeps into your bones for the first time in a century.

There's an unsettling stillness in the air. The halls, once bustling with your diligent maids, now stand empty, silent as a crypt. You can feel something moving down below, a mass of bodies writhing beneath your feet. Yet nothing seems to matter as hunger claws at your insides, a gnawing pain that demands satisfaction. 

"Vanilla Ice?" You call for your loyal companion, but the quiet is broken only by the distant murmur of voices down the hall. 

Instinctively, you follow the sound, moving like a phantom through the shadows of your grand estate. And as you approach the study, you recognize the voices that drift from within. 

Inside, Dio and Pucci are seated at a table adorned with books and a bottle of vintage wine. Their conversation falters as your silhouette emerges from the shadows, and Dio's golden eyes, filled with an unnatural vitality, sweep over your body with the hunger of a predator that has cornered its prey. A sly smile curls unto his lips as he speaks, his voice a velvet caress.

"Ah, it seems our host has finally awoken." His gaze never leaves you. It was a gaze that demanded attention and in any other circumstance, you would give him the attention he craves, to, if only for a moment, indulge yourself in a romantic fantasy and allow yourself to be eased by his touch. Dio is here. You've won and it wasn't all a dream. And yet your hunger is a ravenous beast that can't be ignored. It threatens to overpower you as you hear the rhythmic cadence of Pucci's heartbeat, and sense the warmth that radiates from his deep brown skin. But before your instincts can take over, Dio's voice slices through the haze.

"I see. Are you in need of one of your 'blood maidens,' my dear?" he teases. His words are like a splash of cold water and you bristle with irritation. 

"Where are my maids?" you demand, your voice taut with impatience. The idea that Dio would take liberties with your followers while you were incapacitated rattles your nerves. Though Dio, the picture of casual arrogance, leans back in his chair, his languid demeanor undisturbed by your ire. 

"I sent them away," he replies, his tone dismissive. "Their incessant weeping was insufferable. They're currently packed into some chapel, finding solace in their prayers or whatever they do."

Your gaze narrows at Dio, a deep-seated mixture of frustration and distrust bubbling within you.  The soft chuckle he offers only fuels the flames of your annoyance. 

"Such a look," he muses, words dripping with honeyed charisma. "Come now, it isn't as though I've taken your 'paradise' from you. I've merely stepped in and assumed the role of their 'shepherd' who would guide your flock toward the path of heaven. Is that not what you preached to them?"

Dio rises from his seat, a fluid and powerful motion. As he draws closer, his hand grazes your waist, fingers trailing over the silk fabric of your nightgown. A shiver courses down your spine as his touch ignites a familiar, yet unsettling sensation within you.

Dio's gaze locks onto yours, his hunger palpable, and he licks his lips in anticipation. In the background, Pucci turns away in modesty. The room seems to pulse with an unspoken tension, a battle of wills and desire that the priest wants no part in.

"Ten years," he speaks, "has it not been that long since you've beheld me in the flesh? Surely suspicion isn't the only thing you can bring yourself to feel..." His voice's seductive cadence echoes in the room, making it difficult to resist him. Because you do feel something. You feel his pull, his draw, an overwhelming sense of familiarity and...love. 

"I feel as though I haven't eaten in days; I'm far too hungry to feel anything at all," is your roundabout reply. 

Dio tilts his head to the side and spares a brief glance toward Pucci.

"Pucci, let us continue our conversation later, I must attend to our host." Dio remarks before guiding you away and closing the door to the study, leaving the two of you in relative privacy.

Before you can inquire about the nature of their conversation, Dio's commanding presence consumes your attention. He draws you closer, effortlessly maneuvering your weakened form until you're pressed between his body and the wall. There’s a certain power that alludes to him, a certain pleasure in his touch.

He seems happier now that he's perfect, now that there's no scar around his neck. The body he stole belongs to him and him alone and he plans to make good use of it. 

“I see that you're famished, though Pucci is not a meal I can allow you to indulge in. Perhaps there is something I can offer to satiate you instead?" His hands move down to your hips, holding them in place as he presses your bodies flush; you can feel him already. Dio moves his hips against you, invoking a promise of endless pleasure.

"Come, join me for the night." He says. 

Dio's words, and the image you conjure for what the night might bring, sends shivers down your spine.

Heat pools between your thighs, and your eyes trail over his beautiful features. But, for some reason, it's his neckthat draws your attention. His neck, not the fingers that trail down your thigh and slip beneath the hem of your nightgown. No. His neck.

You lean forward, ghost your lips across his skin and you think about all the beautiful vessels that carry his blood. It was strange; you've never been particularly interested in Dio's blood before, you're unsure if his blood could even sate you, but the painful emptiness in your gut reminds you of your dire need. You need to feed and he was there, calling to you like ambrosia calls a god.

But as Dio's wandering hand finds its way to sensuous curve of your ass, you force yourself back to reality.

He's so selfish, only thinking of his own needs.

"No. Stop. You...you can't be serious; have you any idea how hungry I am?" you remind him, voice shaking in desperation. "Move." 

Dio, still amused, lets out an exaggerated sigh, as if your need for nourishment is just another inconvenience to his day.

"No need to bother yourself with seeking out your maids. Come, I've arranged a perfect meal for you." Dio's guiding hand leads you down the familiar hallways. The rain outside lends an almost soothing backdrop to the growing turmoil within you. You haven't felt hunger like this in years. 

"How long was I sleeping? Where's Vanilla Ice?"

"Not long, a variable number of weeks." He answers, ignoring your second question altogether. It's clear he doesn't think it's important—or that he doesn't want you to know. You want to press him about Ice, but the promise of your next meal weighs more heavily upon you. 

"A 'variable number?'" You roll your eyes. "And what number might that be?" 

"Nearly 3. It seems there are drawbacks to the power of the stone. Though, if channeled through a more...appropriate vessel, I have reason to believe it can be used to unlock even greater potential," he explains. "Wielding such power...it may require the strengthening of one's soul..." He allows that thought to linger, to hang in the air as you descend into the basement. 

The cold stone floor and darkness feel entirely new. Vanilla Ice often spends his days in one of the other chambers, tending to his peculiar collection of exotic beetles with devotion. It's an odd hobby, but you learned to accept it. What you sense now, however, is a greater disturbance than mere beetles. 

There's a muffled chorus of agony emanating from behind the heavy door of the largest chamber, the room where you conducted your experiments, and your curiosity quickens.  There are people down here, and you can taste their blood in the air. The door creaks open, and you're met with a horrifying sight: Multiple figures, men, their bodies twisted and contorted in anguish, writhing in a grotesque display of torment, their blood splattered and pooling on the floor.

Jotaro Kujo stands at the center of this macabre scene, the flesh bud implanted in his forehead pulses, and his once steely facade is marred by bruises and scars. Yet it's the others who bear the signs of Star Platinum's devastating wrath, their faces etched with pain and despair.

"What is this?" Your brows furrow. 

"An experiment, of course," Dio's curiosity knows no bounds, and he's been determined to explore the limits of Star Platinum's power. It became a point of fascination for him, this mysterious link between his Stand and Jotaro's. Is it merely a twist of fate, a cosmic joke, or something more profound that binds them together? 

He snaps his fingers, a casual command, and Jotaro steps forward obediently. The battered and bruised man stands before you, his visage a testament to the relentless battles he's endured. And Dio, with a wicked glint in his eyes, presents Jotaro to you as if offering a sumptuous meal on a silver platter. 

"Though the other one would have sated your hunger more completely, I believe. He seems to be closer related." He takes Jotaro's arm in his grip and pushes up his sleeve. There are circular scars there, evidence of multiple punctures, each in various states of healing. 

“You mean Josuke?" You ask, looking back and forth between the two. "If that’s what you believe then you should have captured him as well. I'm not interested in your leftovers," you lie, as Jotaro's blood is tantalizing. So you sink your nails into his arm, forming new scars in a place Dio left untouched. 

"You asked me to spare him if I recall correctly," he remarks casually. "I'm merely granted your wish. You wished to 'see him suffer as the world was ripped away from him.' Quite an intriguing request. What could young Josuke have done to elicit such a violent response from you?"

You hum, and as you feed from Jotaro, your body warms, your senses sharpen, and you find yourself studying his features more closely. His handsome face, bruised as it is, is a testament to the indomitable Joestar lineage. He bears the same hard-edged features and the same sharp jaw that Jonathan had; it's something you expect of the Joestar men. Joseph, too, retained that unmistakable charm despite the years that have passed.

And then there's Josuke, the odd one out, a young man whose appearance deviates from the mold. His face is softer, his eyes rounder. 

You recall watching him, smiling and laughing, as you delved into Jotaro's memories. There was a warmth to him, a gentleness, and and stirs the embers of resentment within you.

“He’s Joseph’s son,” you finally say, easing Jotaro from your gasp. You'd be hungry again later but you doubt Dio would be happy to see his 'experiment' drained dry. “Josuke is an illegitimate child but surely just as crafty as the one he spawned from. You shouldn’t have let him go; he and his allies won’t stop in their pursuit. They’ll find their way here eventually.” 

"Courage and determination," Dio murmurs, his voice low and hypnotic. "That's what defines the Joestars, it's what's kept them going for generations and I count on it." He brings your hand to his lips, his cool breath sending shivers down your spine. 

"They'll each play their role in my grand design. If my fate is truly bound to the Joestar family, then I'll break those chains all at once. I'll have what I want, and I'll give you what you desire—” 

He draws you closer then, his lips mere inches from yours, his eyes gleaming with unholy excitement. 

"When it's all over," he breathes, "when I stand supreme, and am no longer a slave to fate... I shall show you heaven." The old promise hangs in the air like a forbidden fruit. His golden eyes lock onto yours, and you can't help but be drawn into their depths. The sight of him, the power he exudes, the charisma that has held you captive for so long—it's all too intoxicating to resist. Dio's words weave a hypnotic spell around you, and for a moment, you feel as though he's expressing a profound love, a promise to right the injustices you've faced in this world. It's a tantalizing offer, one that tugs at the deepest corners of your heart. 

Even in a place like this, in a chamber of darkness surrounded by the writhing bodies of so many unfortunate souls, you find yourself believing in Dio once again.

You've followed his lead since you were a young girl, and he's been a constant presence in your life, shaping your destiny. He baptized you with his blood, transforming you into a creature of the night. When you lost him, it was the power he awakened within you that brought him back to you like this.

Your loyalty and love for Dio are inextricable, they're emotions that have simmered beneath the surface for years, unspoken but not unexpressed.

So you lean forward and you kiss him. You kiss him and he hums in approval. His hands slip from your grasp and find themselves trailing down the curves of your body.

"Dio..." you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, laden with emotion. You promised yourself that you wouldn't let him go, that you'd stay at his side without wavering. "... stay with me tonight."

Your plea hangs in the air, a testament to the complex web of emotions that binds you both together. In this moment, you yearn for his presence, for his touch, for the promise of something greater than the darkness that surrounds you.

"I was starting to believe you'd never ask." 

Meanwhile, somewhere miles away, Josuke's mind swirls with a mix of frustration and fear. He lies in the bed at the inn, his bandaged wounds a constant reminder of the battle he endured.

The memory of Dio implanting that parasite into Jotaro and Polnareff is etched into his mind like a scar. The sight of it, the sheer malevolence of Dio's actions, sends shivers down his spine.

Dio. The very name sends a chill through Josuke's body. The first time he saw the vampire, it was like staring into the abyss. His imposing stature, his beauty, his overwhelming aura of charisma and malevolence—it was all downright terrifying. Dio's strength was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before.

Josuke's mind replays that terrifying moment. Vanilla Ice stood above him, his Stand poised to finish him off, but then everything changed in an instant. It was Dio who raised his fist at him, he braced himself for an attack and then...darkness. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a hospital bed, Koichi by his side.

"Josuke, you're okay!" Koichi's voice was filled with relief. He explained how he and Okuyasu arrived at the Pendleton Estate too late, how they had been unable to prevent Dio's return. He apologized, a heavy weight of guilt in his words.

And then there was the unsettling news about Joseph, a once-vibrant man reduced to a mere shell of himself. It was as though the old man lost all his memories.

 It's a troubling sight for Josuke. He can't help but wonder what happened to him, why he's lost his memories, and how this is connected to Dio's return. The priest said something about a disk didn't he? About a memory disk? What could that possibly mean?

His eyes scan the dimly lit room, catching sight of Joseph hunched over in sleep. He considered the idea of reaching out to Suzi Q, Joseph's beloved wife. It would be the right thing to do, to let her know what has befallen her husband. But the prospect is a painful one.

The awkwardness of calling, or explaining who he is, and then delivering the news that Joseph needs care is a burden too heavy to bear. He doesn't know how much she knows about Stands or anything else. He doesn't know Joseph enough and the idea that he may never get the chance... bothers him more and more each day.

He tries not to let those thoughts linger, but there's little else to do but think in his present state. He regains more strength every day, but the process is frustratingly slow. 

He knows that his priority is to get back on his feet, to gather his friends, and to confront Dio once more.

But as he sits there in the dimly lit room, the weight of responsibility and unanswered questions presses upon him, leaving him with a sense of unease that lingers long into the night.

With a sigh, Josuke's gaze falls upon the nightstand, where a collection of items rests as if holding a silent vigil. Among them, he spots a locket, or half of one at least. The metal was worn and weathered, with a shattered hinge that suggested it was broken in two. The other half was missing but the engraving inside read 'Sherry Polnareff.' Okuyasu found it near the gate and was especially glad to see that it was broken. 

"You can have Crazy Diamond repair it. If he has the other part, we can track them down easy-peasy," he said, searching for hope in the only place he could find it.

However, there was something else Polnareff had brought with him, something that caught Josuke's eye: an arrow. Koichi found it amongst Polnareff’s things when the innkeeper threatened to put it out on the street.  It bore the same intricate design as the Stand arrows they had encountered before, but this one was different. Instead of a hole in the middle, there was a beetle.

Jotaro told him the Frenchman had embarked on a journey across Europe. He was following leads when something piqued his curiosity in Italy.

Whatever had drawn Polnareff to that remained a mystery, one that wouldn't be resolved until they managed to rescue both him and Jotaro from the clutches of evil. 

With that resolve swirling within him, he tells himself to get some sleep. 

He was in for the fight of his life.

| Next Chapter

[glowingbadger]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

Jonathan Joestar:

nsfw alphabet prompts - A C D N 

nsfw alphabet prompts - J K O 

nsfw alphabet prompts - T U X 

nsfw alphabet prompts - F S Y 

Robert E. O. Speedwagon:

First time with Reader

Polnareff:

nsfw alphabet prompts - V O D 

Jotaro Kujo:

nsfw alphabet prompts - A D O 

Kira Yoshikage:

nsfw alphabet prompts - F M P

Kishibe Rohan:

cockwarming

[prince-raisins-art]

Do you write fanfic as well draw fanart? I love your self-insert x polnareff x avdol art, and it got me curious if you'd written anything, or if you plan to draw more. 😄

eeee thank you!! i cant say im very confident in my writing, but i do write down little snippets and stuff for only me to read like hcs or bullet point scenes in an x reader style. ive considered posting some stuff on my writing blog (that i never use lol) but oughhhh, im shy and lazy. i dont think i ended up writing anything for that specific avi/me/pol art but i do have a fair amount of nsfw hc shit id be willing to share if more people were interested i suppose. as for more art of them, ive moved onto a different f/o for now so unfortunately youre gonna have to wait until my next jjba fixation sorry :( thank you for your interest though! 💕

[databaze]

drawing him and reading fics of him isn’t enough. i need his dick inside my guts and rearranging my insides

[calicoimagines]

SDC Lingerie Preferences

Anonymous said: Hello! May I request headcanons for the JoJos' reactions to their s/o wearing lingerie, and what kind of lingerie (colour, style) they'd like? Thank you so much!   Oh, and for the lingerie headcanon I just sent, you can do Dio too if you want :) Sorry for the two separate messages! Have a nice day/night!

WARNING NSFW

Jotaro Kujo

Lace and black, simple but sensual

I feel like he’s pretty vanilla so nothing too crazy or complicated

Anything complex pisses him off, he doesn’t wanna deal with clasps and ties, he’d be the most likely to rip something off from impatience

Doesn’t really...say anything about it but it’s obvious that he wasn’t complaining

Noriyaki Kakyoin

Greens and whites are his favorites, something almost pure but not

He likes fancy lingerie, the thought of you going through all that work for him makes him extremely happy

Extremely careful to not damage anything and always complimenting and checking in on you

Loves fluffy materials, they feel nice against him

Jean Pierre Polnereff

Dear god, he loves anything on you, from funny to sexy. He loves seeing as much skin as he can

He will tease you about trying to please him, he’s over the moon

Color doesn’t matter to him but one thing does

The stereotypical bunny trope please and thank you

Restrains your arms if you’re okay with it, just thinks it adds to the image of you being his pretty little present

Muhammad Avdol

Don’t get him wrong he loves your body, it’s amazing but he feels overwhelmed sometimes, he doesn’t think you need to show your skin to be beautiful

Likes flowey nightgown like lingerie, he thinks it makes you both much more relaxed and comfortable

Thanks you for the effort you put into looking nice and reassures you that he loves you even without it all

He will get you some lingerie if he thinks you’d like it

Joseph Joestar

Literally buys you things for shit n giggles but ends up loving it for more

He really doesn’t have a favorite, he just gets what he sees and thinks would look good on you

Aka everything, he bought too much and now you both have to sort through it all

“What the hell is this?” “A sexy moose!”

“Pose for the camera!” “Do I have to?”

DIO

Red and skimpy, that’s all

The color against your skin is a yes from him

Wear a size smaller than you are and watch him lose his mind as he sees the way stockings push against plush thighs

Anything fancy, only the best for his love

Leather straps? Yes, anything to make you look filthy

It’s so fucking late I’m sorry it got worse and worse but this took me like 3 hours because I decided to be extra and give like 5 examples per character so-

Lingerie Examples:

Purple-Jotaro, Green-Kakyoin, Yellow-Joseph, Blue-Polnareff, Orange-Avdol, Red-Dio

[icollectyoursins]

Hi there! Id like to drop a prompt from your prompt list! Could you do "You’re making it really hard to keep my composure.” for Polnareff with a female reader? Perhaps some nsfw with some accidental stimulation (turned into teasing hehe) (like for example, they hide in a closet or something and end up pressed against each other, so reader decides to tease and grind on him?)

Oh, that's spicy. I like it! Absolutely! Sorry the reply was so late, it took longer to write this than I anticipated, but it was still fun! I hope you enjoy it! Also, thank you for being my first official ask, I really appreciate that. Official in that you're asking for lewd stuff.

Updated my prompt list so the numbers are more accurate.

70. “You’re making it really hard to keep my composure”

You and Polnareff are forced to hide from a stand user, the best options around were the closet in the corner. The only problem? It’s very cramped and you two need to get very close in order to hide properly, not to mention the thoughts you were having in this moment were getting increasingly lewd.

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

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: teasing, implication of some kind of sex pollen/stand, grinding, some nipple play (sucking, mostly), unexpected closet sex.

Word Count: 1101

     “In here!” Polnareff grabbed your hand, pulling you along behind him into an old room. He closed the door behind you, leaning against it to keep whoever was chasing you out. He looked around to find somewhere for the two of you to hide while you did the same. Your eyes fall on the closet in the corner. He follows your gaze, grinning. 

     Once again, you were being pulled behind Polnareff into the closet this time. You closed the doors behind you and tried to get yourselves situated. The two of you panted, finally able to properly catch your breath. In the dim light, you brought your fingers to your lips, motioning for him to be quiet. He nodded his head. 

     It was then that you felt his body shift against you. You looked up at him, bright blue eyes staring at you, concerned. One of his arms rested above you while the other gripped your side protectively. Your hands were on his chest, not only to make sure he was still there, but also to keep a respectable distance between you. Feeling him so close had your whole body on fire. There was a little thought in the back of your mind telling you to get closer, to feel his body against yours.

     While you hadn’t thought of actually doing anything with him up until this point, you couldn’t deny that he was a very attractive man. You let your eyes wander over his chest, admiring the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He leaned into you, shielding your body with his. Polnareff’s breath tickled your face and you could feel yourself get hotter with every second. That was when a horrible, terrible thought crossed your mind. 

     On a whim, you leaned in closer, nuzzling into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. If you two had to be close to stay safe, why not get really close? He gasped as he felt your lips graze his neck. And that was it! You were lost completely in a haze of lust. The only thing or person who would be able to bring you back would be him, you just hoped he would be feeling the same way.

     A small fire started burning up in your core, urging you to go further, bring him to your level, convince him that there was no danger anymore as long as you two were together! You ran your hands up and down his chest, relishing in every moan he made. The more he made it evident he was enjoying this, the more you wanted jump on him. The pleasure building up in you was getting uncomfortable to the point where all you could think of was how badly you needed his cock to fill you up!

     The thoughts running through Polnareff’s mind were “oh fuck, oh shit, oh god, she’s so close. Don’t move. Don’t move!” In the time he had known you, he’d slowly but surely fallen in love with you. The way you carried yourself, how you talked, everything about you just screamed perfect to him. But there was this little part of him that, despite the situation, wanted so badly to take you. Whether it was his loneliness catching up to him, or just your sheer beauty, he wanted you. He silently thanked the stand user for separating everyone so you’d be stuck together. 

     But, my god. The way you looked now, your face flushed, body pressed so close to his. It took everything in him to not lift you up and ravish you. You nuzzled into him again. He was so weak. You started kissing his neck gently. Oh, what a wicked thing you were to him. He cursed himself for letting him get turned on so much.

     Polnareff shifted, trying to relieve the pressure building in his crotch. You started kissing him more intently. Curse your brain and your own crotch for controlling you, but you just couldn’t leave him alone. The way he shook and gasped whenever you found a sensitive place, it was hard to resist him. Your mind was covering in a fog of lust that you just couldn’t ignore. 

     But why here? Why now? Maybe it was the adrenaline or something else. You didn’t care at this point, all you wanted was to make this amazing man in front of you squirm. 

     He shivers again as you began to suck a mark into his neck, then he pushed you into the wall of the closet. He breathes into your ear. “Ma chère ~ah. You’re making it really hard to keep my composure. Mmmmm.” You shifted so your legs were spread over his thigh, rubbing yourself against him to get some relief from the pleasure building in your core. Polnareff chuckled under his breath before lifting you up, aligning your crotch with his. You arms instinctively wrapped around him and he leaned into your neck.

     It was then that he gave you a taste of your own medicine. Attacking your neck, teeth and all. A gasp left your lips that was music to his ears. With what leverage you had, you ground your hips into him, causing him to moan. He moved you so you had more freedom. You could feel his cock stiffen against your clothed sex. 

     The two of you ground against each other, moaning whenever you caught enough friction. Polnareff’s lips traveled down to your breasts, holding you up so he could take your top off and kneed into them. He skillfully took your bra off, moving some more to get the right leverage. His lips took hold of your pert nipple, sucking them causing you to gasp and moan. 

     You felt daring enough to run your hands through parts of his hair, not enough to mess it up, until you got the feeling that he was doing more than you should probably allow him to. You gripped his hair and pulled back, bringing his lips to yours, gyrating your hips into his crotch again, moaning into his mouth when he matched your movements.

     “How mmm~ long are we going to ah~ be here for?” He asks through breaths and moans, sucking at your neck while you spoke.

     “How ever long we aaaahhnnmm~ we need. Oooh.” A particularly pleasant nibble where your neck meets your shoulder had you shuddering. 

     “In that case,” he sets you down and spins you so you’re facing the wall. You feel him pull your bottoms down before you hear him unzip his pants. “Stay quiet. You and I are going to be here a while, chèrie.”

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Translations:

Ma chère = my dear.

Chèrie = darling

[faegramme]

What will I write for?:

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

Part 1:

• Jonathan Joestar

• Dio Brando

• Robert E.O Speedwagon

Part 2:

• Joseph Joestar

• Caesar Zeppeli

• Kars

Part 3:

• Jotaro Kujo

• Noriaki Kakyoin

• Jean Pierre Polnareff

• DIO

What types of writing do I do?:

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

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

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

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

[tonberry-yoda]

JJBA Masterlist :)

Last Updated - 12/23/22 Total Works - 53

Fics:

-> Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe -> Cute as a Button - Funny Valentine -> Comforting - DIO ->Goodbye ->I Still Love You - Jotaro Kujo ->Sick of It - Narciso Anasui ->Prayer - Enrico Pucci ->Chilly Night Breeze - Jean Pierre Polnareff ->Head Over Heels for You - Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Bucciarati ->Swaying in the Ghost Room - Jolyne Cujoh ->Kissing in the Light - Vinegar Doppio ->You Hate Gyro Zeppeli - Gyro Zeppeli ->Something Out of a Stupid Rom Com - Vinegar Doppio ->Cuddling in the Ghost Room - Weather Report ->Cheer Her Up - Weather Report x Ermes Costello ->Diavolo the Devil - Doppio x reader ->Risotto reacting to a love letter ->Narancia with an intimidating looking reader who is actually a sweetheart ->Cuddling - Noriaki Kakyoin ->3am - Noriaki Kakyoin ->Kiss To Make You Feel Better - Gyro Zeppeli ->At the Coffee Shop - Jotaro Kujo ->Heatwave - Josuke Higashikata ->Warm - Avdol ->Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar ->Innocent (pt. 1) - Enrico Pucci ->Dancing in the Rain - Jean Pierre Polnareff ->Innocent (pt. 2) - Enrico Pucci

Headcanon Scenarios:

->SDC with a f!reader who hugs them into her chest -> SDC with a reader who loves to sing and play music ->Jolyne with a chubby f!reader jailmate friend ->SDC with a princesslike s/o ->La Squanra with an s/o with an affectionate stand ->SDC with a young reader traveling with them (platonic) ->Stone Ocean characters with an alien!reader ->Jolyne reacting to Kakyoin's son doing the cherry licking trick ->SDC with a young reader who doesnt have a home to go to (platonic) ->Anasui and Kakyoin's son friendship headcanons ->Avpol as dads ->Jotaro and Kakyoin reacting to Jolyne and Kakyoin's son dating ->SDC meeting up again ->Kakyoin as a father ->Polnareff as a father ->Kakyoin wedding <3

Fluff Alphabet:

->Kakyoin

Character Headcanons:

->Anasui ->Doppio -> Caesar ->Kakyoin ->Josuke ->Fugo ->Jolyne ->Rohan

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@tonberry-yoda