#sdc x reader

Some are just about him in general, some are sfw x reader and some are nsfw x reader.

Absolutely no minors PLEASE ..

(x fem reader, sorry I, unfortunately, did just write this one for myself 😩)

I'll do anything to not end a sentence and I am sorry about that. 🫥

Omggg anon are you trying to create another Josuke situation?? 🙈 Hope you enjoy it, it's another long one!

Silver fox - Joseph x Reader

Word count : 3086 / Reader is written with they/them

The air over the Nile shimmered with heat.

Sunlight pooled like molten gold across the sandstone banks, and even the shadows were sweating. Egypt stretched out before them but the Crusaders weren’t looking at the horizon.

They were looking at you.

“Another one,” Jotaro muttered, the brim of his hat tipping low over his eyes. His voice was flat, unimpressed. “Great.”

You stood across the riverbed, surrounded by rustling palm trees and a menacing glint in your eye. Dio’s command still echoed somewhere deep in your brain, soft as a psalm, firm as a vice.

Kill the Joestars.

A slow smile curled your lips.

“Which one of you is the Joestar?”

Joseph stepped forward, half-curious, half-annoyed. “Who’s asking?”

You didn’t answer. Your stand erupted behind you, a boom of light and violence. It twisted the air around you like a mirage made flesh.

Avdol stepped between you. “Get ready.”

You didn’t give them the chance.

Your stand surged forward. Sand exploded underfoot as your power cracked the earth open, rushing at Joseph first. Kill the Joestars.

He sidestepped at the last second with an agility that shouldn’t have belonged to someone with silver hair, gritting his teeth as your stand slashed across his coat instead of his ribs. “Shit, they’re fast!”

Polnareff moved to flank you, Silver Chariot gleaming in the sun. He grinned. “I like their style, daring.”

“You won’t like the dismemberment,” you muttered, and flicked your fingers. Your stand spun in a tight arc, cutting upward with enough force to split metal.

Jotaro caught it mid-strike, or rather Star Platinum did. The impact cracked the air like thunder. For a heartbeat, no one moved.

You slid back, snarling. The flesh bud pulsed amidst your hair. Your heart thudded in beat with it, sick and hot.

Kakyoin’s voice cut through the dust. “That movement - they’re definitely being controlled.”

Joseph wiped the sweat off his brow. “Yeah. I’ve seen that look before.”

You charged again.

The world blurred. Fists, steel, sound. Your stand met theirs in a flurry of vicious strikes, movement honed not by training but by sheer force of will. You weren’t fighting smart. You were fighting hard. Messy. Ferocious. And entirely too reckless.

You were going to kill them, or die trying. That was the order. That was the plan.

And then Jotaro punched you in the face.

Hard.

You slammed into the sand and everything tilted sideways. You tasted blood. Your stand flickered, shuddered, and faded. You didn’t pass out, not right away. You heard them talking somewhere far off.

“There’s a flesh bud in their hair,” Kakyoin said grimly.

“I can get it,” Jotaro replied, voice low. “Same as last time.”

“They might not survive it.”

“They’re not going to survive if we leave it in,” Joseph snapped.

Something cold and sharp pressed at your temple. You tried to move but strong hands pinned you down.

And then - nothing.

You woke up with a headache the size of Egypt and a throat like sandpaper.

Everything hurt. Your skull throbbed like it had been used to test blunt weapons, and your limbs felt boneless, too heavy and too empty all at once. For a few blessed seconds, you didn’t know where you were or why your body felt like it had been disassembled and put back together wrong.

Then the memories hit.

The fight. The sun. The voices.

Your stomach turned.

You jolted upright with a gasp and immediately groaned as the world spun.

“Oh good,” came a voice. “Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

You blinked the blur out of your vision. The guy sitting next to you was huge, tanned, and wearing sunglasses indoors like a goddamn rockstar. His hair was silver, his smile was cocky, and he was crouched low with his arms resting over his knees like he was waiting to offer you a job you couldn’t refuse.

Joseph Joestar.

Of course.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Swallowed. “Did I… kill anyone?”

“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “You tried though.”

You squinted at him. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

He spread his hands like it was obvious. “Because I’m a benevolent man. And my grandson here punched you really hard.”

Ah, right. The hat kid. Fist like a freight train.

You sank back onto the sand with a groan. “Tell your grandson he hits like a-”

“He knows,” Joseph said dryly. “Believe me.”

There was a pause.

You lifted your hand to your temple, felt the faint trace of something there. Something missing. “The thing in my head.”

“Gone,” he said. “Flesh bud. Nasty business. Almost took your brain with it on the way out.”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t know how to. He didn’t press.

Instead, he stood up, stretched with a theatrical crack of his spine, and added, “You’re lucky. Another hour or two with that thing, and you wouldn’t be you anymore.”

You stared at the ceiling. “Who said I was ‘me’ to begin with.”

Joseph chuckled. “Touché.”

Another voice piped up from the corner.

“Should we be trusting them?” That one sounded French. And skeptical.

You craned your neck. Yep. There he was. Couldn’t miss that hair.

“Bonjour to you too,” you muttered. “I liked you better when I was trying to kill you.”

“I liked you better unconscious,” he shot back.

Joseph raised a hand. “Alright, alright. Let’s keep it civil. They’re not an enemy anymore.”

“You don’t know that,” the French one snapped.

“They could’ve exploded,” another voice added.

Oh good. Now the whole gang was here.

You looked up to find five faces staring down at you.

You gave a raspy little laugh. “Wow. You guys really are the weirdest boy band I’ve ever seen.”

Joseph beamed. “Thank you!”

“Not a compliment,” you muttered, trying to sit up again. “Where the hell are we?”

“Camp,” said the school uniform. “For now.”

“‘Camp,’” you echoed, “like… sleeping on the ground, bugs everywhere camp?”

“We’re not exactly staying at the Ritz,” said the one with the tarot.

You let your head fall back. “Cool. So I went from assassin to mosquito bait.”

“You also nearly impaled Joseph through the ribs,” said Frenchie.

“Did I?” You blinked at Joseph. “That was you?”

He gave you a lazy wink. “Don’t worry. You missed.”

You coughed. “Shame.”

A pause.

Then Joseph clapped his hands. “Well, glad we’re all feeling chummy. You can rest for another hour, maybe two. After that, we’re moving.”

“Moving where?”

“To kill the vampire who put a flesh bud in your brain,” Jotaro said flatly from the doorway.

You met his eyes. Cold. Sharp. Familiar.

“Oh,” you said, dry as the dust around you. “So just the usual Tuesday, then.”

He didn’t smile.

But Joseph did.

And that, against all odds, was your introduction to the Stardust Crusaders.

You had sand in your mouth. Again.

Waking up was slow, messy and reluctant. Like your body couldn’t quite commit to the idea of consciousness. You’d been in a state of half-dozing for what felt like hours, drifting in and out with the wind scraping against the tent and the murmurs of voices outside.

By the time you sat up fully, your hair was a mess, your spine a question mark, and your entire soul aching with the knowledge that you’d been made to look extremely uncool in front of some very attractive strangers.

“You’re up,” said a voice behind you.

You turned painfully and squinted at the silhouette by the tent flap.

Joseph Joestar, this time without the sunglasses. The light behind him was doing strange things to his hair, like he’d just walked off the set of a rom-com.

He was holding a metal mug and tossed it toward you.

“I’d say drink up, but you might want to rinse the sand out first,” he said, grinning.

You glared at him over the rim. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, tremendously.”

You didn’t say thank you, but you drank it anyway.

The inside of the tent was bare - just blankets, packs, and what looked like an extremely weathered tarot deck lying on the floor. The air smelled like leather and old dust, and the wind outside kept pulling intently at the edges of the canvas.

Joseph crouched by the entrance, forearms resting casually across his knees.

“So,” he said, casually conversational, “still feel like murdering us?”

You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. “Not unless someone starts talking about fate again.”

“Noted.” He nodded, mock-serious. “We’ll keep the philosophical nonsense to a minimum.”

Another pause.

“You’re handling it better than I expected.”

“Expected me to cry?”

“Or scream. Or try to throttle Jotaro. That one happens more than you’d think.”

You leaned back, wincing slightly. “I think the attempted murder quota’s been filled for the week.”

Outside, someone laughed. You caught a glimpse of the others - Polnareff doing lunges, Kakyoin sitting on a rock, and Jotaro pretending they didn’t exist.

The whole squad gave off strong field trip energy.

You sighed. “Is this what I signed up for?”

Joseph’s smile widened. “You haven’t signed anything yet.”

You looked at him. Really looked. There was a scar across his cheek. Dust on his sleeves. Calluses on his fingers. He was older than the rest of them. Not just in age, he carried himself differently. Like he knew exactly how bad things could get and still got up every morning to punch fate in the mouth.

“Do you really think you can beat him?” you asked quietly.

Joseph didn’t ask who you meant.

He just leaned back on his heels and said, “We have to.”

No bravado. No wink. Just that.

The tent flap opened. Avdol poked his head in.

“They’re awake?”

“Very much so,” Joseph said. “And only slightly homicidal.”

You raised your mug in a toast. “Progress.”

Avdol gave a noncommittal grunt and disappeared again.

Joseph pushed himself to his feet with a dramatic groan and offered you a hand. “Come on. You’re not gonna win the next fight from inside a tent.”

You stared at his hand.

Then took it.

His grip was warm, firm, steady and annoyingly confident.

As he helped you up, you muttered, “If I collapse in front of everyone, I’m haunting you.”

He grinned sideways. “So dramatic. You’ll fit right in.”

You gave him your most unimpressed glare. “You’re unbearable.”

“Better than unprepared,” he said, brushing the flap aside as sunlight spilled in.

And with that, you followed him out.

The fire was small, but it did the job.

Dinner was some unholy combination of canned beans and what Avdol claimed was “seasoned jerky,” though you were reasonably sure what it was. Polnareff had already made three separate complaints. Jotaro hadn’t spoken since the fire was lit. Kakyoin was poking at his food.

You, meanwhile, were just grateful you hadn’t been stabbed again yet.

Joseph Joestar sat across from you, legs folded loosely, hands moving easily as he talked about something - stand theory, maybe, or his travels in Italy. You weren’t really listening.

You were watching the way his sleeves were rolled up.

Which was fine. Totally fine. You were allowed to have eyes.

You took another bite of beans you didn’t taste.

“Something wrong with the food?” Joseph asked.

You blinked. “What?”

“You made a face.”

You did not, in fact, make a face. Probably.

“Just thinking,” you said vaguely, gesturing with your fork.

He tilted his head a little. Not quite smiling. “Dangerous.”

“Try it sometime.”

“Ooh,” Polnareff called out from somewhere behind you, “first banter of the night goes to the new kid!”

“I’m not a kid,” you corrected. Then, for Joseph’s benefit: “Lets go for ‘mysterious drifter.’”

He grinned, teeth flashing in the firelight. “You don’t seem like the mysterious type.”

“And you don’t act like the retired type,” you said with mock-sweetness. “You look it though.”

“Ouch,” Joseph said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Direct hit.”

“You’ll live.”

“Can’t guarantee that,” he muttered, half under his breath, and the air shifted a little - not colder, but closer. Like you’d brushed against something raw and still healing.

You looked at him again. Really looked.

The lines at the corners of his eyes. The way his hands never quite stopped moving, even when he was still. That wild, brilliant recklessness.

You cleared your throat. “So.”

“So?”

“If I tragically die here tonight,” you said slowly, “can I at least pick the next meal?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow. “You planning on dying before breakfast?”

“Not if I can help it. But this-”you jabbed your fork at the mystery stew- “feels like a test of endurance.”

“Yeah,” Joseph said. “That’s kind of the theme.”

You held his gaze a second longer than necessary.

Then you looked away.

The conversation kept going - Polnareff telling some ridiculous story, Kakyoin chiming in, Avdol trying to bring the topic back to tactics.

But your focus kept slipping.

Back to the way Joseph’s voice roughened on certain words. The way his hair caught the firelight. The way he looked at you, sometimes, like he wasn’t quite sure what you were yet.

Something new. Something sharp.

You weren’t sure either.

Your shoulders had loosened. The fight had finally drained from your hands. And when your eyes met his across the fire, steady and unreadable, something shifted.

After breakfast - which was, as expected, an abomination - everyone split off to prep for travel. You found yourself helping Joseph sorting supplies, mostly because Polnareff had already wandered off to do God knows what and the rest of the crew had learned to leave Joseph to packing.

“Is there a reason this blanket is wrapped like this?” you asked, tightening the straps.

He huffed. “It’s a space-saving technique.”

“It’s a disaster.”

“You’re a disaster.”

“That’s not even a comeback.”

Joseph glanced over at you with a crooked grin. “You’re fun when you’re mouthy.”

You leaned in, voice sweet. “You haven’t seen me at my worst.”

His hands faltered slightly on the rope. You caught it. He knew you caught it.

You didn’t press. Just smiled to yourself and moved to the next bundle.

The sun rose higher. The crew grew restless. Somewhere behind you, Kakyoin and Jotaro were arguing over map directions. Avdol sat serenely in the shade.

You moved to the water flasks, giving them a shake. Nearly empty.

Joseph stood nearby, now elbow-deep in a saddlebag, swearing softly.

“Need help?” you offered.

“I need a drink,” he muttered.

You smirked. “That sounds like an invitation.”

That got him. He paused, turned, and gave you the kind of look that said: Careful.

But he didn’t say it.

Instead, he said, “You always this flirtatious, or is it just the heat?”

You tipped your head, mock-thoughtful. “I do have a type.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, voice casual.

“Older men. Preferably ones with a tragic backstory and unresolved emotional trauma.”

He barked a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

“You’re my target demographic.”

Joseph groaned, running a hand down his face. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

You leaned on the edge of the pack mule, watching him with deliberate ease. “Only if you’re interested.”

And then, just to twist the knife a little deeper, you winked.

Joseph Joestar, world-class Hamon user, veteran adventurer, and proud smartass… actually blushed.

It was subtle. Barely a flicker. But it was there.

“Alright,” he said, coughing into his hand. “That’s enough. Go bother Polnareff.”

“I’d rather bother you.”

“You are bothering me.”

You beamed. “Perfect.”

He turned away, muttering something under his breath, but his shoulders weren’t as tense. If anything, he looked like he was trying not to smile.

The others called out that it was time to move, and the pack began gathering again, brushing dust off clothes and readying mounts.

As you walked past Joseph, he caught your wrist, just briefly.

“Don’t get used to the teasing,” he said, voice low. “I’m a married man.”

You glanced down at his hand on yours.

“Relax,” you murmured. “I’m just here to fight Dio.”

Then you tugged free and kept walking - cool, casual and in control.

But you didn’t miss the way he watched you go.

By the time the group had mounted up and started heading toward the next town, the sun was a merciless glare in the sky and your earlier exchange with Joseph had cooled, at least on the surface.

Beneath that? Smoldering. Tension. Absolute scandal.

Unfortunately, Polnareff had eyes.

And a huge mouth.

He scurried beside Joseph, grinning like he’d just uncovered state secrets. “Soooooo…”

Joseph sighed. “So what.”

“What’s up with them?” Wink wink.

Joseph nearly fell off his horse. “Excuse me?!”

“They’re not hard to read, you know. All that smiling and hair twirling. You’re not exactly subtle either, gramps.”

“They’re not- I’m not- There’s nothing going on!”

From further back, Kakyoin calmly flipped a page in his book. “That’s not what your ears said earlier.”

“My what?”

“Your ears. They turn red when they talk to you.”

“I have sunburn!”

Avdol let out the kind of sigh that could wither crops.

You raised a hand and waved over your shoulder. “Miss me already?”

Polnareff gasped. “SEE?!”

Joseph groaned. “Stop. All of you. I’m a married man!”

“You say that,” Polnareff replied, “but you’ve got big midlife crisis energy.”

From the very back, where he’d been brooding, Jotaro finally spoke.

“Yare yare daze.”

Joseph stiffened. “Jotaro-”

“I think I don’t want to wake up in twenty years to some random teenager punching through walls and yelling Dora Dora at the furniture.”

Joseph froze. “What does that even mean?!”

Jotaro didn’t elaborate. Just gave him a long, withering look.

Avdol sighed. “You walked into that one.”

Polnareff wiped away a tear. “He really did.”

You finally glanced over your shoulder and smiled. “Do you think it’d have your eyes?”

Joseph groaned like he was seconds away from throwing himself off the saddle. “Don’t encourage them.”

You winked back at him.

He didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything else.

But he didn’t deny it either.

Instead, he let the silence settle, easy and unbothered, as the horses carried you forward beneath the burning sky.

The desert stretched out ahead - heat rising in slow, shimmering waves, hooves thudding in rhythm, and the sound of laughter trailing behind you like dust in the wind.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything.

If u can't tell I love angst.

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

Why? - DIO

Pairing - DIO x reader

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

Word Count - 993

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

*Jotaro and Y/N arguing in this distance when she suddenly laughs and kisses his cheek walking back to the group*

Avdol: So? Care to explain?

Y/N: *smiling and holding Jotaro’s hand*

Y/N: Yeah Jotaro? Why don’t you tell the class what exactly just happened?

Jotaro: *indignant sigh* Good grief….

Kakoyin: *turns to y/n* Elaborate for those of us who don’t speak Jojo.

Y/N: I believe his exact words were “You’re so Fucking reckless” Followed by an aggressive “I can’t believe I’m in love with your dumbass”

Avdol:

Avdol: ……Wow that’s emotional growth…

Summary: Thinking Dio, your master, is away, you're masturbating on his bed and rutting on his pillow. You quickly, however, find that's far from the truth.

Reader is afab.

1635 words of pure horniness

CW: Masturbation, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, biting & blood drinking- like come on, he is a VAMPIRE

Inspired by this GEM

https://arvandus.tumblr.com/post/652504841642475520/icarus-overhaul-x-freader

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞  

You shouldn't have been doing this.

You shouldn't have been doing this and you knew it.

Yet here you were, doing it.

"Dio... A-ah!"

You had absolutely no excuses but, even so, you were in Dio's chamber. Alone. Without permission. On his bed. Naked. Pleasuring yourself. Using his very own pillow to create the friction you so much desired between your legs.

Every part of your current actions were screaming "forbidden" but their scandalous nature only turned you on more.

More, you wanted more.

The vampire's natural scent permeated the entire room. Having your head pressed into his pillow- half to muffle your whines and half to smell him more, tricking yourself into thinking he was there- was intoxicating, to say the least.

You rubbed your crotch on the soft material and dragged your fingers in and out of your core with unparalleled vigor. Letting out moan after moan and sweating all over, you were getting close. You held your eyes closed, picturing your Lord was the one bringing you pleasure. His image in your mind was all it took to push you over the edge.

"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."

You collapsed on your stomach, trying to calm your staggered breathing.

You could imagine in graphic detail the consequences of getting caught but it didn't phase you in the slightest- and in a way that terrified you. It was almost like you wanted to get caught. Like you wanted your Lord to see you in such a state.

With that, you couldn't help yourself. You once again began to drag your clit against his pillow, further coating it in your juices. You arched your back in bliss, giving a show to a nonexistent audience.

Or so you thought.

"What do you think you're doing, darling?"

The whole world went still and your blood froze in your veins. You had no feeling of your lower body- apart from your ever-aching pussy. The very subject of your sexual fantasies, Dio, had caught you in the act. 

You had served him for long and were never one to disappoint. He had even gone as far as calling you his "favorite servant" on occasion- your heart fluttered at the memories. Perhaps, he'd kill you without humiliating you too much in return-

"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you something."

You gulped; your throat was dry.

"How... long have you been here?"

"Does it even matter? Answer me." 

Fair point.

"I... I'm sorry m-my Lord-"

"Look at me when you're speaking." His tone was as cold as it could be, demanding, but it was nothing less than the greatest melody you'd ever heard.

You meekly gazed at Dio from behind your shoulder. Though it remained unspoken, he found eroticism in your timidness; like an exquisite dish that was being handed to him with trembling hands.

"Please forgive me, Lord Dio. I know it's wrong but... but I couldn't control myself!!" You blabbered breathlessly, "So I'm b-begging you, don't ki-"

"Hmm," He hummed and you could have sworn he sounded bored, if not for the dangerous glint in his eye and his fang showing from his upward-curled lip. "Where are you manners, (y/n)? I don't remember telling you to stop."

"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.

"You're not one to leave a job unfinished, are you? So go on, come for me."

You couldn't believe your ears. Dio had just- he had just asked you to...

"But- but... Dio!" You protested, your cheeks flaring. He couldn't be serious, right? Right?

"This is an order." His tone was non-wavering, definite. 

Wrong.

You sighed, ready to submit to his desires. What Dio wanted, Dio would always get and you weren't one to defy him- not now, not ever. It was't like you didn't want to continue what he had interrupted, anyway. Shutting your eyes and sliding your hand between your legs, you tried to focus only on the sensations you blessed yourself with, ignoring the intimidating presence behind you.

It was silent, save for the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of your folds, your heavy breathing and the occasional whine. You were purposefully being more quiet than usual- than moments before- for reasons obvious enough.

"Naughty, aren't you, my (y/n)? Making a mess on my bed, on my pillow." 

'My (y/n).'

You jolted at his low voice- at his choice of words, his sudden possessiveness- and the feel of his lips on the back of your ear, suddenly feeling all the more aware of the juices running down your upper thighs. You hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He was so close, pressing his warm, bare chest on your also bare back as you were working yourself.

So close yet not close enough.

He started kissing the tender flesh of your neck and soon your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

"Mm good girl," He hummed and you could feel his member pressing harder on your ass. "Again."

"What?" you whipped your head back in shock, "But I just.. I'm still sensitive-!"

Dio ground his hips against you for an answer, leaving you no choice but to turn back to your abused clit.

This time he was kind enough to help you reach your peak. Snaking his hands under your shirt, teasing and squeezing your breasts for all they're worth while licking and sucking at the side of your neck, his assistance was much appreciated.

As you were reaching your peak, it hit you; after your every orgasm, Dio would aid you more and more.

With a particularly hard bite on your skin, you came undone- again- with a moan, your whole body shuddering.

"You know," Dio began, stroking the top of your head, "I had been waiting for this moment. I could have taken you whenever I pleased but it's more rewarding seeing you break. It took you long enough."

He... wanted to see you like this? Dio, who could and would have whoever he wanted, craved for you in particular? This revelation was flattering, to say the least.

"Me too!" You said with a little more enthusiasm than intended, feeling the embarrassment creep in at once. "I had been fantasizing about you touching me for so long, my Lord. So, if you please..." you turned around and looked up at him with those innocent eyes- as if you hadn't just now begged for absolute filth; god forbid! You, innocent?- and bit your lower lip.

Dio laughed and dug his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning all over the side of your face.

"Since you're asking so nicely, I might as well indulge you."

With a push to your chest, you found yourself laying back on the bed, cold silk sheets contrasting the warmth radiating off both your bodies.

His generosity, however, didn't come without a price.

The vampire dragged his fangs across your skin, making goosebumps rise on their way, as if to prepare you for what was to come, in case his hunger-filled gaze wasn't self-explanatory. Without warning, he let his teeth sink in your soft flesh. From there on, there was no return. He continued biting down on you; ravenously, voraciously, insatiably. He was considerate enough not to actually drink from you, only break your skin and lap up the emerging blood, making you jolt in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

 Completely helpless and feeling giddy, your ragged breathing was the only thing you could do, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 

 After what felt like forever, Dio's hand finally found its way between your legs, at last rewarding you for being so obedient, and your breath hitched in your throat; his fingers were considerably larger than yours, reaching places inside of you you couldn't even dream of doing yourself. It made you so much more impatient for what would likely come next.

 He set a pace that had you whimpering and shuddering with every one of his movements. He alternated from going agonizingly slow to ramming his digits in you, all while stimulating your (swollen) clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind and any composure you had maintained until then. It was a wonder you didn't rip the sheets with how you were clutching on them.

It had only been a few minutes and you were about to burst.

"Right there! A-ah, Dio, I'm going to-"

He pulled his hand away, right when you needed him the most.

You were about to complain when you realized. Your eyes blew wide in want as you watched him in a daze lowering his head towards-

"Ngh!" he dragged his warm tongue from your hole, all the way up to your clit, proceeding to suck on it and flick it mercilessly with his tongue; you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. You curled your fingers around his golden locks, tugging on them, leading him on.

Watching him focusing solely on your pleasure, having control yet serving you, was such an intimate sight. You finished in his mouth, writhing under him and heart swelling with contentment.

You closed your eyes, laying breathless on his bed. When you opened them again, he was still hovering over you, his lustful gaze ever-present.

You gave him a weak smile, your heart racing with both fear and anticipation.

"Am I going to die after all?"

His shoulders began shaking and soon, his deep laugh reverberated throughout the room. He gave your cheek a tender kiss, pulling down his pants. If these actions alone didn't make your heart skip a bit, his following words certainly did. Words that signalled the night was far from over.

"Only a little, my dear. Only a little more." [1]

Bonus: the S/o wants to be a stand-up Comedian.

I LOVE WHERE YOUR MIND IS AT if you haven't already you should totally make this an OC because I'd love to see this idea come to life!! Also I feel like I'm definitely the target audience for this. My nickname was giggles in highschool because I couldn't stop laughing all the time and it'd be so contagious also I LOVE CLOWNS!! Thank you for this request it is chefs kiss 

I don't believe any warnings apply here, oh but I did realize right as I finished writing this that I have the habit of inserting the reader into the story of part 3 for requests instead of making general headcanons so if that bothers anybody that requests for SDC pls feel free to ask for general headcanons! 

Without further ado some hcs for @lumithegremlin for an s/o with a clown stand who emits laughing gas!! :D Hope you enjoy

Mind if I join the celebration? May I request 💭 ❗️👐 💍⏳ for my favourite himbo JoBros Okuyasu and Polnareff (yes I consider Pol as a JoBro) with f!reader?

Again, congrats to the 200!

Thank you thank you!! 😭💞 and I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, school's been really rough lately and finding time to write hasn't been easy.

Also Pol is not a Jobro, he's the whole ass protagonist of part 3 😤💕

Hope you enjoy :)♡

💭 How do they imagine their future with their S/O to be like?

Okuyasu just...Wants a simple future for the two of you. This boy doesn't ask for much and doesn't like to carefully plan his life, he prefers to go with the flow and just see how things evolve over time. You can figure the details along the way, it doesn't really matter to him as long as you're by his side.

He'd really love to form a family with you though, to be the good father he never really had. I feel like he gets along with children very well, and he will treat both you and them like you're his most trusted treasure during your entire marriage.

Also, kind of random, but I think that Oku would want to become a chef after high school and probably open his own restaurant. Because of this, he's always fantasizing about you coming to visit him after work some day, as he prepares for you the best meal you'll ever have.

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Polnareff's future is...Way too idealistic lol-

What can I say? This man is an hopeless romantic, he seems like the type to believe in fairy tales about love. He wants the two of you to have a perfect life, where nothing ever goes wrong and you're always happy and together.

To be fair though, he will work the hardest he can, so that so you'll be able to have the closest thing possible to what he had originally in mind. Pol Pol is very devoted to you and your relationship, he'd be perfectly happy even if he was the only one to work and you preferred to become a housewife.

However, this man has sworn to himself one thing: he will always support and help you through any decision you may take in life. No matter what, he'll be right by your side to make the journey easy for you, don't ever doubt his commitment to you.

❗️How would they surprise their S/O?

I feel like there would be two occasions in which Oku would most likely try to surprise you.

A- either school has just finished and he's thought of something cool to do that you would have never come up with. Or...

B- there was no reason at all for this, he just felt like it one day and now you're going to join him. No, it is not negotiable.

If he wanted to go with something safe, he'd probably just get you a game or a book he knew you would have liked, so that you could play together. He knows your tastes very well.

Alternatively, he'd buy tickets for the first train he could find and take you sightseeing for an entire day to a city you had never been to before. And before you ask, yes, he's just as clueless as you about the place you are in. Good luck.

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First of all, Polnareff loves surprisingly you so much. He loves your excited look whenever he does something you didn't expect, and he doesn't want your relationship to become too...Static, or ad he calls it, "boring".

I think Pol Pol would most definitely try to surprise you through either acts of service or gift giving...Or maybe even both, he'll go no any extend to impress you, honestly. He thinks it's a nice way to always remind you that he truly cares about you and that he'd never give your love for granted.

Immagine this: you've just come back home from a long day at school/work, only to find out that your house has been perfectly tidied, there's a bouquet of flowers waiting for you together with a nice home-made meal. Can you guess who is behind this?

👐 what sort of things would they like to match with their S/O?

Okuyasu would like to match so many things with you, he's just so proud to have you as his girlfriend and he wants to show it off as much as he can.

You have so many options to choose from, honestly. You could match plushies, and be assured that this boy would hug his one any time you're not near him, pretending that's actually you. Same Okuyasu, sane.

OR, you could match something related to your outfit! Maybe you could wear his iconic dollar pin and he'd add something to his look that reminds him of you :)

Also you two would definitely have those "If lost, return to Y/N" / "I'm Y/N" shirts.

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Polnareff would definitely be the one to ask you to match things with him. It's something he's always wanted to do as soon as he got a partner, it makes him feel like you're more of a power couple and he thinks it's just a sweet gesture in general. Moreover, he wants you two to stand out, he just loves to show off.

I think he'd basically beg you to match his heart shaped earrings with him. He'd give you one half and would refuse to take his off, no matter the time. Even during stands battle, he uses it as a reminder on who he's fighting for.

He'd be so happy if you always wore it like him, but he won't pressure you into doing so, he wants it to be a spontaneous gesture for you as well :)

💍How would they propose to their S/O?

It's funny that you asked this question, because Okuyasu has no clue either lol-

Whenever the word "wedding" comes up, the only thing he's able to think of is how beautiful you'd be in a bride dress, how he can already feel his eyes filling with tears as soon as he sees you walking down the isles, and how he'd vow to live you for the rest of your life.

...In his head. It's too bad that he's going to need a small reminder that, if he wants this to happen, he'll actually have to propose to you. That is when he actually begins to go into a spiral and realizes how scared he is to actually take this step. What if it's too soon? What if you you don't accept? What if he makes a fool out of himself and trips while trying to get on his knee?

With some advice from his buddies, however, he'll muster up the courage to take this step. I believe he'd propose to you, unlike how it's usually done, in the afternoon or maybe even in the morning, on top of one of the beautiful hills of Morioh, surrounded by a stunning view of the entire city.

"Y/N...Maybe I'm rushing in doing this, m-maybe I'm doing something wrong a-and I haven't even realized it, but...This has always been my fear ever since we...Got together, b-but you never made me feel like I messed up! Sweetie, when I'm you, I feel like...I actually matter, l-like I'm more than just a dumbass, and...You don't know how happy this makes me, how happy YOU make me. I...I really love you, Y/N, and uhm, i-if you take this, I'll keep on loving you forever and ever! So, will you...Will you marry me?"

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To be honest, the Crusaders probably had to stop him from proposing to you way too soon at least, like, three times or so. He just thinks with his heart rather than his brain, and sees marriage as the ultimate way to make your relationship as authentic as possible.

When the time actually comes around to ask you the infamous question, this man just cannot wait. He's spent enough time dreaming about it to know how to put his plan into action, and he has no hesitation whatsoever. He knows what he wants, and that is you and you only, no time to worry or rethink.

He'd propose to you in one of those immense gardens of flowers in his hometown, he wants everything to be as romantic as possible and to leave you absolutely baffled.

"Ah, mon amour...I don't think you understand how long I've been yearning for this moment. We were destined to meet, tu comprends ce que je veux dire, n'est pas? Of course you do, chéri, you're the most brilliant person I've ever met, after all. And you're so much more than just that, you are...My true love, my other half, what makes me complete. We were always meant to be, and the ring I'm holding if the proof of it. Will you give me the honor of marrying you?"

⏳How long would it take for them to fall for their S/O?

Okuyasu probably already had a small crush on you even before he actually met you, if he somehow saw you walking down the school halls sometimes. He's quick to fall for someone and always thought you were pretty, so you had already won him over before even knowing it lol.

When you do actually begin to talk, this boy will only get more and more convinced that he's in love with you. Everything you do or say just pushes him to think that you're the one, especially if you show him kindness.

He may try to push his crush on you aside a little, since he thinks you'd never reciprocate his love, but he's the kind of person that just can't keep his emotions at bay, and his feelings for you will come out soon enough, before you even know it.

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Alright, let's he real here: Polnareff wanted to marry you since literally the first moment you two ever met. Yes, he does have the habit of falling in love way too quickly, but he was right at least this time. He just knows you two are a match made in Heaven and sees no point in "taking it slow".

Depending on how quick YOU are to fall in love, you might as well get together with him a week after you two met, to be honest. But, of course, he's not dumb entirely and can take a hint, so if he notices you just see him as a friend for the time being, he'll respect.

I wasn’t gonna post this but I enjoy some parts of it so here it is. I didn’t really know how to end it. I just had an idea in my head of y/n being an overpowered stand user and kicking ass. So here this is. y/n uses she/her pronouns and presents as female. 

You were no stranger to violence, having grown up fighting on the desert streets for food, water, and shelter. With no family to be seen, you raised yourself since you remembered, scrounging up (and stealing) more than enough to live contently. Of course, being born with a stand ability helped tremendously, being able to use an invisible being to snatch items while you walked away unnoticed. The shopkeepers always remained blissfully unaware. You would never steal enough to put them in poverty, only to keep yourself afloat and comfortable. It was lovely. You managed to buy your own small abode where you lived unbothered. Until Dio caught wind of your abilities. That damn vampire ruined everything. 

When the crusaders heard of Dio’s plan to use you for his schemes, the crusaders wasted no time in tracking you down, attempting to get to you before Dio or his goons did. With a skilled fighter like you on his side, it would spell trouble for the gang currently tracking the vampire down. 

When the boys arrived at your quaint desert house, you were nowhere to be found. A single window open above the stove let your house air out nicely.

“What’s our plan?” Kakyoin questioned, using his stand to slip into the empty home. He confirmed you were absent. “Should we stay here until she comes back?”