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danddymaro · 2 years

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Stare In Awe | Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Oh I've been Ignoring this Darling too much

Just So You know You and Polnareff tend to share rooms on your travel, remember that lol.

Word Count: 2130

Stare in Awe

The fresh scent of linen strikes you first.

As you wake from your sleep you register the fresh, clean scent, and the fluffy warmth it fills you with makes you release a soft, content groan like your back at home.

Stirring, you then slowly open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of a pillow , the sham which is a color that is close to white, but off by just a tint is decorated with a moistened spot that turns your blissful mood somewhat sour.

With just a bit of frustration you use the palm side of your fist to wipe off the remains of your drool, and occasionally you release more little sounds of discontent, mostly due to how shitty you feel.

Your body is sore, aching almost everywhere as you sit up, and it's to a point you'd have an easier time pointing out the little spots that don't hurt vs what body parts of yours had been brutalized by that asshole before.

'Stupid Dio,' you think to yourself bitterly, 'Stupid Dio, and his stupid stand user band of assholes,' you add while moving on, by then rubbing your two tired eyes from what little buildup had decided to friend you throughout the sleep.

A little yawn leaves you, and it's then that there's movement in the bed you lay in.

Suddenly alert, you shoot your eyes right to your side and find one of your friends occupying the side of the large bed, and he's keenly watching you.

His azure eyes that are just as striking as the bluest sky connect with yours, and the softness in them hurls you into a feeling that has your face immediately blooming with sweet warmth that spreads all over you like the gentlest summer heat.

The smile he greets you with has you swooning like always, but now it's gone tenfold, maybe because you've been caught so off-guard .

-And that's not mentioning the somewhat rare sight of his hair in its natural state.

It holds the lightest touch of moisture, no doubt the aftermath of the blissful shower he’d been begging for, for a while, and that your glad he was finally able to get.

The silver strands are layered in a way that the front ends barely graze his sharp jaw, and the rest that falls behind his head nearly grazes his shoulders in a soft wave you wouldn’t be able to image if you hadn’t seen it given how he usually styles it.

It's a delicate ripple that has you mesmerized for a reason unknown to you, perhaps because it entices you to run your fingers through it.

Of course he’s always been attractive to you, but there’s something about his lazy look that has you especially affected.

“It’s about time you wake up,” he muses, “ I was starting to get bored,” he then states and it occurs to you that he’s caught sight of you problobly snoring away and with what was a considerable about of slobber on you as you woke up.

-And you’d be right to assume because he's been watching you the entire time, even longer than the few seconds you stare at him with surprise.

The realization flusters you, your immediate response being a rather abrupt facefall back into your pillow.

On your little travel, you let out a frustrated sound that is definitely a groan that morphs into a small squeal.

The sound of his soft chuckle warms your tummy, and while the man brings you so much comfort, so much sweetness, at that moment, it only makes you want to hide even more,

"Polnareff!" you huff out, "Quit Staring at me!" you cry out, your voice muffled by the pillow as you refuse to look up at him.

“-Don’t look at me,” you add quickly.

"And why not?" he asks, and even without looking you can swear he's pouting, he definitely sounds like it.

“I look like shit!” you say back, certain.

"Don’t be absurd,” he huffs, “You look lovely," he says back, and it does no good to you, it just makes you want to hide even more, all in spite of how wonderfully pretty you're beginning to feel.

"No I don't," you say back, stuffing your face so fully onto the fluffy pillow that you could very well suffocate yourself, "What's wrong with you?!" you ask, whining.

You wish you could just act normal.

You know,

- blush cutely and say something coy back. You always plan to, but never pull through because it's impossible to, especially not now when he's seeing you so...sloppy.

Your hair must be some sort of mess.

You're certain you look tired as you guys had only just gotten a break, and you know it hasn't been the best for your presentation, and that’s not mentioning the fight you had earlier.

Speaking of,

"How long have I been out?" you ask softly, remembering how you'd definitely beaten the breaks out of that loser before, but it hadn't been after they'd gotten a few good strikes in themselves.

You recall the end of the fight where you skipped using your stand, instead charging towards them, your right hand fisted and brutally swinging with what little energy you had left before you knocked out.

- Boy you were mad, mad enough to use your last bit of focus to connect angry hits.

"- Not long..." Jean Pierre admits, sounding soft.

"An hour, two...a day..." you trail off, wanting to know because anything was possible while on your little bizarre adventure.

"let's say about three hours," he tells you. "Maybe a few minutes too," he adds with a soft smile, and shyly, you peek at him, finally lifting up your head, but only a little.

" That long, huh?” you breathed, and you think that with all things considered, you were doing good.

“So...” you then hum, “Were you worried about me?" you ask, your voice small.

While he did fluster you, every now and then you played around with him, saying such silly things, and while it's to tease him, you itch for little affirmations back.

You were ashamed to admit that sometimes you fished for little signs he cared.

He released a little sigh, one that sounds rather amused, and he moves one of his hands close to you, luring you out more to where you finally lift your upper body up, propping yourself up by your elbows while your belly stays pressed against the mattress.

Your new position gives him a chance to graze his hand over your cheek, his thumb brushing over the side of your lip, the little winch you perform whilst the pad gently brushes over the lower cut spot encouraging him to offer you an even sweeter look.

“I brought you here,” he started, " And I made sure to clean your cuts, " he tells you.

You thank him, and it's not without you releasing a soft chuckle,

“...Of course you did,” you murmur because he’s always one to take care of you.

"Look how they left you ma cherie," he then says, and it's like he's hurt, himself.

"I'm alive aren't I?" you tell him, and you manage to offer him a little grin, one he appreciates, but it doesn't soothe the guilt and frustration he feels.

- He should have been there sooner, and he should have been the one to put that asshole down for just ambushing you like that, and much more insulting you the way they did.

'That vulgar... no good...' he couldn't let himself continue.

He couldn't even continue to recall all the disgusting things that lackey had said about you.

"Of course you are, " he said with eyes that admired you, " You're very strong.... capable too," he complimented you, and by saying so reminding himself that you are not just his sweet (f/n).

He has to remind himself that he can't always be there and that in spite of how much he cares about you, he'd do worse by treating you like you are useless and not an actual member of their crew.

You had your own role, and defiantly your own reasons that he respected, just like you’d honored his journey to avenge his sister.

“Stop...” you say while hiding your face again, falling down on the pillow with less frustration than before , and in place bashfulness that had made you forgot how beat up you were.

-And he’s living for it.

“And you’re so beautiful too,” he adds in a little murmur, stuck in awe, and it just has you steaming and swooning.

As he lays beside you, he continues to smile as he rolls a little bit and lays on his back.

His eyes are then distracted with the ceiling, but he only has you in mind, even while his sight is diverted.

“Too lovely (f/n),” he adds as he clasps his hands together, his thumbs twiddling as he speaks.

He glows a soft blush over his pale tone, and he can hear his heart beating in a way that almost deafens him, but its not enough to discourage him from his little confessions.

“Why are you saying this...” you say almost too quietly.

He’d been flirty before, playfully, but there was a certain touch to his words that had you thinking that something was going to change between you two real soon.

- And it had you thinking that maybe you weren’t crazy.

“I don’t know ….” he breathes, “ Maybe because I'm a fool,” he confesses as he closes his eyes.

“To think I'd embarked on this journey for something else... for revenge... for redemption.

- for sherry...for my love for her,” he starts with a little rambling, and there is pain in his voice before he swallows hard.

“Love...” he repeats with a different tone, yet another soft one that’s touched with a gentle flicker of hope, “ it’s love that has me here laying next to you,” He admits, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

You hug your pillow strongly as you feel your heard try and make a mad dash right out your chest.

“Mhmm...” you respond, and you want him to continue so bad, just for a while longer as you steady your voice.

“It has me worried about you, about losing you so much that I act a fool,” he tells you. “I don’t know how it comes off : how I come off. “ he proceeds.

“ I believe in you, believe me I do,” he assures you.

“ You’re strong, more than capable of defending yourself,” he says with certainty.

“- But I can’t help stepping in and running to you,” Polnareff explains himself, having noticed the frustration you sometimes wore when he intervened. He’d noticed, and had wanted to address it.

“ I've got this bad luck that follows me, and I can’t tell you how much I've been dreaming of you, or morso, having nightmares of you meeting an end that I can prevent only if I'm there,” he says and as he speaks, his hand closest to you moves, and it blindly moves to lay beside you, hoping you’ll reach out, and you do.

As you feel it creep close, you take your own in a blind move of your own and lay it over his, holding it, silently urging him to tell more.

“That's why I jump at the chance to stay in a room with you... to share a bed. I’m a man of course, believe me, I'm not all sweet,” he admits wearily, though, truthful.

“Any man would would want to be close to the woman they yearn...but it’s also because when I have those nightmares... waking up to you next to me...close to me, it eases me.” he says with a thick swallow.

By then you’ve fully turned to him, laying on your side as you look at him tenderly, and he takes a chance to do the same, forcing him to let go of your hand.

“And I wake up...” he says, “I wake up... and I admire you. I do so and I just think about how beautiful you look, how much you take my breath away,” he muses.

Again, he caresses your cheek, and he offers you a little smile, “ I don’t know if I've made this obvious, but to answer your question, I'm saying all these things because... I lo..,” he seemed a bit troubled at first, like the final leap and big words were stuck in his throat.

-and you suddenly felt like you weren’t crazy.

There were obvious signs, but they were ones you couldn't accept, your uncertainty stemmed from an insecurity that had you afraid you misunderstood him.

you inched closer to him with a small, wormy movement, and he smiled just a bit more, his eyes glowing.

“I love you too,” you say to him not needing any more encouragement to just say it as you lean even closer.

While you do that his eyes flutter close, and instantly he seems to give in, waiting for your lips to reach him. He waits for the kiss, but instead the sweet press is offered to the tip of his nose, and the way he blushes at the contact has you giggling.

His eyes remained close and he’s taking in a slow breaths through his nostrils,

“Ma Cherie,” he exhales longingly,” You’re teasing me..” he speaks airily.

“After I've confessed to you, you’re teasing me so,” he said with a pout before opening his eyes again to look at you pleadingly.

“You didn’t confess anything,” you said with mirth, and the way your face brightened with playfulness had him excited.

“I told you ‘I love you,’ first,” you peeped out, and he nearly gasped, like he realized his mistake.

It happened so quick, and suddenly he was on top, having rolled the two of you over in a way that had you beneath him.

He doesn’t hold you down, but instead he’s just there, looking down at you with a touch of sternness in his playful demeanor,

“You’re absolutely right,” he tells you

“ How could i not tell you?” he asks.

“Say what?” you question him back, trying to will it out of him.

“-That I love you,” he said smoothly, and you wouldn't believe he had trouble before with how easily he admitted it then. It was like he’s used to telling you.

“I love you,” he said again, a kiss offered to your nose as a little tease back.

“I love you,” he said again, peppering them over you while muttering the words over and over, all while you were thrown into a fit of giggles.

As you enjoy yourself, laughing, in between the presses he looks at you, admiring you and finding you utterly precious.

MUAHAHA WRITTEN IN A FUCKING HOUR OH YES, GO MANIC ME

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twary · 2 years

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Heyo, maybe 16 with Polnareff? SFW or NSFW, as long as you're having fun. Thank u!!

Heeeeey anon, darling! <3 Thanks for the request! This one suits him so well-

I've decided to make if SFW, i'm soft today 🥺🥰

✨ Prompt list ✨

"If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you." x Polnareff

Cut for length~

You and Polnareff were out in the city, you were invited to go shopping with him, Pol was going to a friend's wedding and needs your help to choose something to wear on the occasion, he is not really used to this kind o event.

The stores were all so boring, nothing was getting your attention, all the formal models looked identical to each other, until you pass in front of a certain store.

"So, what about this one here? I think it's very you." You point out to a modest, but gorgeous suit, it's silver and have little blue details on the tie. "It can even match with your pretty eyes, sir" You complete in a joke tone.

"Oh, do you think so, pretty lady? We shall give it a try then" He follows your tone

With little giggles you two get inside the store, were a beautiful attendant greets you two; she have a model's body and a bright smile.

"I didn't know the store's model were supposed to serve the customers, huh. You're formidable, chéri..." He politely take her hand and softly kiss it.

You roll your eyes, he is with that dumb expression on.

"So, bele, I would like to try that gray suit that is in the window"

With that, Polnareff takes the suit and go change, you are outside waiting for him to call you. A long time has passed and he still hasn't called you.

"Pol why are you taking so long? Is everything alright?" You knock lightly on the door. After a little, he opens it.

"Ugh, it's not fitting at all" He is in his usual pants, but still with the shirt and tie from the set, the tie was untied.

You gei in and approach him to start tying his tie. "At least the tie fits very well, it really matches your eyes. Perhaps you should have asked for a bigger size for the attendant...Or maybe even a kiss, she's very beautiful huh?"

Noticing your sarcastic tone and expressions, Polnareff lets out a teasing giggle and places one of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you facing him in that little dressing room.

"Yeah, she's beautiful, but..." He gets closer to your face, he's voice is like silk "If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you"

Having his face so close to yours makes you feel hot and, somehow, anxious.

"I love you" His mouth is an inch from your ear, his voice is low and you can feel his breath.

He moves away from you and exhales:

"Well, i'll ask for a bigger size and buy it. I've really liked the colors and i don't want to walk more just to find the same suits than before."

He leaves as if nothing happened there. You stood there for a long time, until you realized what had just happened. Whe you leave, Polnareff was walking out of the store. You take quick steps to reach him.

"H-hey Polnareff! You can't just say something like this and just walk away!"

"Oh, i think i get it, you want more than words."

Without a warning he turns to you, cup one of your cheeks and kiss you. You were surprised by his sudden action, but you can't say you don't like it. The kiss is passionate yet soft.

Your lips are separated from his: "By the way, mon amour…I was wondering if you would like to be my date for this wedding"

Even if you're still a little static from the kiss, you still manage to get a response ready.

"So? You're going to propose me in there?" Your joke is meant to try to keep your cool.

"Who knows" But his reply just make you lost it even more.

"W-What?!" You're all red, he always had this effect on you.

"Oh! There's a spot near by that sells an excellent macaron! You really should try it, let's go!" He takes you by the hand and start walking.

As he walks you take this little time to admire him. How long have you liked him, huh? You don't even know the answer anymore. You're just happy to finally knows that he feels the same.

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rougepancake · 10 months

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Duvet

Experiencing the “there’s only one bed” trope with them

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, J.P. Polnareff, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, & Joseph Joestar

Warnings: Just fluff. I don’t have it in my heart to make this smutty 😭 Not proofread

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows good and well that Joseph is the whore behind all of this 😭

As soon as he gets to the room and realizes that you’re all set up he wants nothing more than to pass away and die

Like you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and he’s like FUCK

The funny part is he got shitfaced like two weeks prior to this and accidentally told Joseph that he would smash you if given the opportunity

So there you are. Standing in front of each other in total awkward silence as you both figure out what to do

“Would you like the bed for tonight?” He asks slowly, shifting uncomfortably as he stand before you. To his surprise, you only shrug in response.

“Nah. I’ll take the floor.” You turned your back to him and pulled a robe over your body, dropping the towel underneath it before looking back at him. “Plus don’t you have back problems or something??”

He stopped. How did you remember that? He had told you that when he first met you, as a way to make conversation, not in any serious connotation.

“R-Right…” He cleared his throat and looks down at you, giving you a stern look before speaking once again. “But it’s not good for you to sleep on the floor.”

“So what? You wanna share the bed then?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What-“

“What?!”

He instantly regretted saying that I kid you not

Like he’s freaking out BIG TIME and is praying he just spontaneously dies in his sleep tonight

What if he does something in his sleep??? What is he sleep talks and accidentally confesses????

Yeah my guy is having an internal panic attack

Once you guys get around to getting to bed, he stays strictly on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. He wants to give you as much space as possible

But the mf wakes up holding you in his arms

Almost fucking dies because you’re still asleep and he almost shouted

The sight warms his heart though, so he allows himself to stay this way until you wake up

Then neither of you speak of it again

But you both kick Joseph’s ass afterwards

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

WHORE

He did this himself and failed at it so bad you guys

He was like “oh no I suppose we’ve got no other choice but to sleep in the same bed together”

You told him to sleep on the floor

Was genuinely offended but let you win because he thinks you’re hot

“Oh my, look at this situation we’ve gotten ourselves into.” He teased, smirking as he watched you set your stuff on the hotel bed.

“You mean you.”

“Pardon?”

You turned around and glared at him, rolling your eyes at his ignorance. “I know you set this up. Now suffer and sleep on the floor.” You pointed to a nearby corner, smirking as you teased him.

“You’re cruel.”

“Thanks.”

Is a big baby about it and eventually guilt trips you into letting him up onto the bed

Cries with relief when you cave

He snores so loudly that it makes you regret everything

Also cuddles in his sleep and you have to keep pushing him away but he’s like a fucking brick 😭

Rolls over at one point and nearly crushes you but plays it off in the morning

He’s batting his eyelashes and shit when he wakes up as if he slept like a cute little baby

You beat his ass LOL

Never heard the end of it from Joseph

JOTARO KUJO

Kakyoin set him up and he knew it as soon as he walked into the room

You had just gotten settled when you saw him walk in there

And holy shit was he pissed

Or he looked that way

He was projecting his embarrassment poorly

Naturally, there was one bathroom and one bed (which he hated)

He does not like the idea of forced proximity but deals with it because he’s got no other choice

So the question comes up of “do we share the bed or do we both sleep on the floor?” Cause lord knows you’re both too stubborn to let the other sleep on the floor alone

“What’s the plan for tonight?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his hat covering his eyes as he stood, which made it difficult for you to get a read on how he was feeling.

But his ears were red.

“I was just going to take the floor.” You shrugged, grabbing a towel before you walked over to the bathroom. “I don’t mind.” You closed the door behind you and he couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you just being so comfortable with this.

“You’re not taking the floor. I will.” He tells you through the door, and you scoff in response.

“You’re not taking the floor either then.” You grumble and turn on the water.

He pauses and has this brief moment of ‘so what now’ but once he gets what you’re insinuating he feels his heart fall to his stomach. What if he snores? Or crushes you?? Oh he’s so gonna kick Kakyoin’s ass if he makes it out of this alive.

Stays as far away from you as possible when it comes time to sleep. He’s got a good poker face but GOD DAMN his heart is about to explode

The two of you talk a little until you fall asleep mid conversation, which he finds annoying but doesn’t mind that much bc he’s a cutie

You wind up spooning him in your sleep and MY GOD he loves it

Dude would spend the rest of his life in your arms if he had the option

He sleeps like a rock though, so once he’s out, he’s out

But you wake up to Star Platinum poking your cheek and Jotaro asleep in your arms, which is such a beautiful sight 😩

Makes you wish you had a camera, but you just sit there and enjoy the moment

When he wakes up he makes you swear not to tell anyone about what happened

Secretly hopes that Kak has the balls to do this again

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

He gets to the room first and sets his stuff down on the bed, when you walk in after him he swears he’s going to have a stroke

It’s not that he minds or anything but what the hell???

All things considered, he plays it off pretty well. He’s smooth in the way he handles it and even offers to take the floor if you want him to

All the alarms in his head are blaring but he’s fine dw

The original smooth operator

Refuses to even let you suggest sleeping in the floor or anywhere else- you’re already here so why not just stay?

“So how are we going to do this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, a soft smirk on his lips.

“I was going to j-“

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You paused and looked at him, seemingly offended by how he interrupted you.

“Surely it’s not good for your back.” He shrugged it off and patted the spot beside him. “Why don’t we just share the bed instead? That way no one has to sleep on the floor.”

“…fine.”

If you have any form of routine before bed, expect him to join you or help you out

This is his chance and my man is NOT throwing it away

Would do your hair if you asked him to

Probably reads before bed, so don’t be surprised if his side of the room is still lit up after you go to sleep

Subconsciously gives you head pats while you sleep next to him; catches himself and wants to die

At some point he finally decides to stop reading and grow a pair, rolling over onto his side and gently wrapping his arms around your waist

He loves the closeness, and loves being able to bury his head in the crook of your neck

It almost doesn’t feel real to him, but he’s happy that it is

When you wake up he teases you about how you slept like- “you snore” or “I thought you were gonna kick me off the bed”

Unlike the others, he’ll bring it up from time to time just to mess with you

JOSEPH JOESTAR

WHORE (pt. 2)

He set it up himself thinking he was about to be smooth and it went horribly wrong

Like as soon as you see him walk into the room you’re like “fuck”

But not in a ‘omg he’s so hot I can’t even’ type of way it’s more like ‘oh god no it’s Joseph’

“Oh my god!! There’s only one bed!!” He pretended to be shocked, his hands coming up to his face as he feigned surprise. “What’ll we do?!?”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” With the way you said it, it was clear that you weren’t going to accept any other answer.

“Wha- are you sure? It’s not good for your back, or your anything for that matter.” He did his best to argue, but you shot him a glare and began setting up on the floor.

“Yep. I’m pretty sure.”

He’s never felt so defeated in his entire life

Like ever

Bro wishes he was as smooth as Kakyoin 🤭

Keeps hinting at it periodically, but gives up when you stop responding to him

Eventually, you fall asleep on the floor, your face buried into the pillow that you had taken off the bed

He decides to pull a funny and pick you up while you rest, setting you on the bed and covering you up before taking your spot on the floor

When you wake up you have a slight change of heart, but he’s still a whore so you’re not having any of it

Brings it up from time to time and his bullied by Polnareff and Avdol for failing so hard

They won’t ever let him forget

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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stardust crusaders + what makes them smile like a dork

cw: joseph is intended to be platonic, no specific pronouns used for reader

making jotaro smile like a lovesick fool is actually easier than you think, well when he's alone. if you send him updates on the aquarium, he'll smile because you listened to his rare rant about looking forward to the otter show. jotaro finds himself grinning with absolute joy when he gets a text from you of screenshots of when the otters perform and your schedule so you can plan a "hangout." man he wishes it was a date

kakyoin flushes red like his favorite fruit often. if you listen to him talk about his interests that's enough to have him blushing and sporting a smile that can't seem to go away. even after months of friendship when you ask how his paintings going, his progress in a new game, or anything else he'll be smiling in appreciation of you

avdol smiles the most whenever you indulge him in your interests. seeing you leaned against his shoulder, scrolling through images on your phone or a hard copy book, makes him feel so in love. you opening up about what makes you happiest makes him feel intimately connected with you. if you do the same for him there's no way he isn't falling in love with you (spoiler, he always is in love with you)

polnareff is always smiling. but the most genuine smiles he gives you are when you're in that perfect silence. he's finished telling silly jokes between serious discussions, and now he's just sitting on the couch besides you. perhaps your head is resting on his lap, eyes closed as you rest while waiting for dinner to be decided. his smile is the sweetest, most authentic expression of his love for you when he's observing every detail of your face in-between your conversations

joseph is one silly old man. smiles whenever you make stupid jokes. he laughs and laughs even when you say the most intentional dumb things. but at least he's having fun and you're enjoying his youthful spirit coming in like those wrinkles while he is guffawing

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lumibuns-blog · 2 years

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Jotaro x reader based off of ⬇️ this video

Jotaro x fem! Reader

Pls enjoy<3

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You were sitting your hotel room beside Jotaro, Polnareff was seated across from you two on the other bed. They were both smoking and you just sat there enjoy the company of both your boyfriend and Polnareff.

"I'm telling you she was just the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Polnareff gushed about a girl he had seen earlier this morning whom the rest of you had to drag him away from

"Good grief" Jotaro replied "quit complaining" he said, taking a long draw from the cigarette between his lips

You giggled at their banter and compelled by Pols love talk you went in to kiss Jotaro on the lips but before you could he directed your face so your lips landed on his cheek. You pulled back, confused, until he point at the cig dangling fro his mouth. Your boyfriend didn't want to inhale it or worse, burn yourself, but you just replied with a dissatisfied "humph" and went back to listening to Polnareff.

"Aww come on Jotaro" Pol complained "your girlfriend wants a kiss the least you could do is comply, ya know if I had a girlfriend there's no way I would ever try to dodge one of her-"

Possibly just to shut Polnareff up and maybe to indulge some of your, and his own wants Jotaro did something you could never expect. While both of you were still sitting he dipped you down into his arms and used his tongue to push his cigarette back into his mouth before stealing you lips in a light, yet still passionate kiss. Your were at a loss for words, the slight taste of the cig still on his lips and the way he held you had your face a blushing mess when he pulled back a popped the cigarette back out and continued to nonchalantly smoke as if nothing had happened. While you sat there completely baffled by how smooth your boyfriend had just been.

"There, happy now?" He said, glaring at Polnareff while looking off to his side to shoot a small smirk at you

"Wha-what the hell was that?!?" Polnareff sputtered " Jotaro you going to HAVE to teach me how to do that" lost in his own thoughts he continued "man just think how many girls would swoon if I pulled that move, maybe I can use it on the beauty from this morning-"

"Definitely not." Jotaro said sternly continuing to glare at the French man

You giggled and relaxed enjoying to company of those two, while gently laying your head to rest on Jotaro's shoulder.

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bulek-tante-bibi-baba-paklek · 2 years

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Dance headcannons

Dio - Tries to sniff and snuggle to your neck

Jotaro - Rests his forehead on yours

Giorno - Watches your movements delicately

Polnareff - Enjoys everything with you

Lisa Lisa - Appreciate your attention on her

Trish - Doesnt like dancing but interested to try

Prosciutto - He's stiff and alerted first, but get relaxed after a song or two

Ghiaccio - You gotta command him to chill or just drag him to dance at the balcony

Risotto - Willing to dance in private just with you

Joseph - Makes you the couple of the evening, has no problem become center of interest

Kakyoin - Nervously accept

Diavolo - Have a good skill, but doesnt like to be center of interest

Doppio - Have zero confidence but still try to follow the rhythm

Pesci - Clumsy but having fun along, afraid to make steps at first

Bucciarati - Confident and smooth, may spin-drop-catch you effortlessly

Abbachio - Gentle when it comes to hold your presence, take slower steps

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igot-sarang-ggg · 5 months

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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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tonberry-yoda · 11 months

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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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mothwingwritings · 8 months

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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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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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Pool Time

SDC reacting to you in a bikini. Chaos ensues. Contains suggestive/mild sexual content, especially in Joseph’s part. Oops. Written for female readers.

It wasn’t often you got to relax for a moment during your crusade to defeat Dio, so you jumped at the chance to spend the afternoon at the pool with the rest of your companions. The vehicle taking you to your next destination—a train—wasn’t going to arrive until tomorrow afternoon, so you figured you all might as well do something fun while waiting.

Luckily, you managed to snag a bathing suit from the giftshop in the hotel lobby. Did you pay for it? Ehh. Not important.

You finished tying the bikini straps around your neck, looking yourself over in the bathroom mirror. The top piece consisted of a red patterned bra piece with black straps. The bottoms were entirely black with little red bows on either hip. You winked at yourself. You were never the vain type, but you felt pretty hot at the moment.

The bikini was a little tight being that you were too busy trying not to get caught to look at the tag, but it fit good enough. Your thighs stretched the fabric bottoms, and you had to tuck in the tops of your breasts to fit inside the cups, but everything private was covered. All you wanted to do was jump in the water and stay there so it didn’t matter too much. The hot weather of the Middle East was not your cup of tea.

You grabbed a hotel towel, wrapping it around your waist and securing it there before stepping out of the bathroom. Everyone else was already at the pool, as they’d changed and left in the time you sought out a swimsuit.

Quickly applying sunscreen, you rushed out of the hotel room and to the elevator. Moments later, you arrived in front of the gated pool. It was quite a nice hotel, and there were many shaded tables scattered around the patio. You looked around, spotting the others seated around a large round table. An umbrella provided shade as they sipped on various drinks. You wondered why none of them chose to take a swim. Were they not dying of heat exhaustion, even with their iced drinks?

Tossing that thought aside, you focused on your current dilemma. You needed to be let inside as you didn’t grab a key. You waved both hands, shouting out a name and catching the attention of a certain someone—your boyfriend. Not only that, but a few others also looked your way. It was hard not to pay attention to you in your current state of dress.

Kakyoin

“Holy shit,” Noriaki breathed, eyes widening. Even sporting green swim shorts instead of his usual attire, he felt hot. He looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only one glancing your way. A pit settled in his stomach. He didn’t want to come off as a bastard, or tell anyone, especially you, what to wear, but your current attire sent his mind spiraling.

There was no denying your beauty. He always thought you were beautiful, but this was something else. It felt wrong seeing you in so little fabric in such a public place.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts before gathering himself and walking to let you in.

“Thanks, Nori.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I thought I’d have to climb the gate for a second there. You seemed out of it. You okay?”

He nodded. “Oh, uhh, yeah. I’m good. You just caught me off guard. I see you found a swimsuit.”

“Yeah.” You pulled on the strap of the bikini top before releasing it. It sunk back against your skin tightly. “It’s kind of small, though. I hope it doesn’t tear or something.”

His face flushed red at your words. He quickly changed the subject. “Let’s get in the water. I’m dying out in this heat.”

You hummed in agreement, walking beside him back to the table. “Lemme put my towel down.”

You untied the cloth from your hips, tossing it on a chair before heading towards the large body of water. Noriaki struggled to keep his eyes from trailing downwards, and he quickly followed behind you, standing close enough to block your backside from any prying eyes.

This was simultaneously the worst and best thing he’d ever experienced. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Jotaro

Jotaro was good at keeping his emotions in check, for the most part, but he had no hat to cover his face, nor a jacket collar to pop up to hide his red cheeks. All he could do was look down and mutter.

“Jotaro,” Joseph scolded. “Don’t just sit there. Go let your girlfriend in.”

“Mr. Joestar,” Avdol said. “I think he’s a little overwhelmed. I’ll go let her in.”

“Good grief,” grumbled Jotaro, getting up in his usual irritated manner. “I’m fine. I’m going.”

Polnareff snickered. “Go on, tough guy. Go get your girl.”

“Shut up, Polnareff.”

The Frenchman continued to snicker.

Jotaro made it to the gate, unlatching it and letting you inside with a grunt. You raised a brow. “Why are you so grumpy? Something happen?”

“Old man Joseph and Polnareff are just annoying.”

You giggled. “Oh boy. Can’t wait to see what this is all about. C’mon.” You grabbed his hand.

It was like leading a very intimidating lost puppy across the patio.

You motioned for him to sit down before plopping down on top of him, greeting everybody with a wave. “Sorry for the wait. I had to go find something to wear.”

“Hmph. Took you long enough,” muttered your boyfriend from behind you. You leaned back against him, rolling your eyes.

“Anyway. I’m gonna go swim. When you stop pouting, you can join me. Okay?” You kissed his cheek before skipping off towards the diving board.

“Aren’t you gonna go after her?” Kakyoin gestured.

“In a minute,” replied Jotaro, sipping on his drink.

Polnareff nudged Kakyoin. “He’s gotta recover from seeing his girlfriend in a bikini. It’s a big step in a relationship, ya know. He’ll be thinking about it for weeks,” he laughed.

Kakyoin muffled a snicker.

It was fun teasing the normally stoic teenager, especially when he couldn’t deny it because it was written all over his face.

“Young love,” Joseph mused. “How adorable.”

“Can it, old man.”

Polnareff

There was only one thing on this man’s mind, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He shifted in his chair, silver swim trunks wrinkling as he did so. He could swear up and down he was a gentleman and he couldn’t reduce your complex being into such shallow words, but only a few words circled his head as you bounced up and down, still waving in an attempt to get someone to open the gate. “Her tits look amazing in that bikini.”

Avdol cleared his throat. Polnareff let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I said that outloud, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Yes you did.”

“Am I wrong?” Polnareff said, getting up from his chair.

“Do you really want me to answer that question about your girlfriend, Polnareff?”

Polnareff stopped in his tracks. “Uhh. No. I’m just gonna go let her in now.” He pointed a thumb to the gate before shuffling off.

You raised a brow as he opened the gate for you. “So, what was that little conversation just now? I saw you talking with Avdol. You looked embarrassed.”

He chuckled nervously. “I was just saying how nice you look, ma cherie.” He kissed your cheeks.

You narrowed your eyes. “Nice? You said I look nice? Because from what I could understand, I think you said something along the lines of my tits looking amazing in this bikini?”

His cheeks reddened. “How’d you hear that from so far away?”

You pat his shoulder. “I’m not too shabby at reading lips, love. I do appreciate the compliment, though.”

He could only watch in awe as you walked away, hips swaying as you did so. He hurried to catch up to you.

You threw your towel off, diving into the pool and splattering him with water. He grinned goofily, running a hand through his now wet hair. “What a woman.”

“You said that out loud again, Polnareff.”

“Shut up, Avdol.”

Joseph

You’d think that over the years, he’d learn to act his age, but this was Joseph Joestar we’re talking about. He never changed. As such, he still acted like a horny teenager during certain situations—one such situation being right now.

“Oh. My. God.” With surprising speed, he was out the gate and scooping you into his arms. He headed back towards the hotel building.

“Pool’s back that way, Joseph. Where are we going? I’m hot.”

“Exactly, which is why we are going somewhere more private.”

You shifted in his arms. “I meant as in the temperature. Why do you insist on going somewhere else?”

“It’s frowned upon to fuck in public, sweetheart.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your breath caught in your throat. “Jesus Christ, Joseph. Don’t just say things like that! And I seriously wanted to swim and hang out with the other guys.”

He laughed at your flustered reaction. “You’re not hanging out with anyone dressed like that.”

“Why not?”

He looked down at you, giving you a knowing look. “Don’t act all innocent, missy.”

Despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but grin in anticipation. Not having any free time on the trip also meant not really having any alone time. . . and since the others were all down at the pool, it meant you two had the room to yourselves. . .

“Okay, okay, we can go back to the room. Can I at least walk on my own, though? It’s embarrassing being carried.”

“Fine, fine. I was trying to be a gentleman.” He set you down.

“Whatever you say,” you replied, reaching to fix your sandal that got undone in the chaos of Joseph. A playful slap on your ass caused you to yelp in surprise, straightening back out to give Joseph a glare. He looked everywhere but you. You slapped his arm. “Hold your horses, mister. Patience is not a virtue of yours, huh?”

He finally looked into your eyes, shooting you a wink. “Not when it comes to you.”

You blushed at his words, grabbing his hand. “Hush, you smooth talking bastard. Now let's go before you get any more ideas while we’re not even out of the hotel hallway.” You pulled him into the elevator.

The others chose not to go back to the room until they had absolutely no other option. They didn’t want to witness whatever was happening. They instead hung out at the hotel restaurant for the rest of the day, still in their swimwear.

Avdol

He spat out his beverage in surprise, a hand on his chest as he coughed. Polnareff patted his back, laughing. “Careful. Don’t die before you get to compliment her. You’re a lucky guy, Avdol. She’s. . . stunning.”

Avdol sent a glare at Polnareff. “I know. She is my girlfriend, afterall, Polnareff.”

Polnareff put his hands up in defense. “No need to get jealous or angry. I swear I’d never try anything. Now go let her in before someone else tries something.”

Avdol grunted, standing up and making his way over. Polnareff was right about somebody else trying something—a man was currently at the gate, obviously trying to make a pass at you.

“That swimsuit fits you just right,” he drawled, fingers messing with the gate but not opening it.

“Actually, it’s a bit snug,” you replied, clearly uninterested as you rolled your eyes. “Now can you move so my boyfriend can let me in? You’re blocking the gate.”

“Boyfriend—?”

“Yes. Move.” Avdol roughly pushed the man out of the way, opening the gate as he guided you towards the table. He pulled out a seat for you, handing you your favorite iced beverage. You kissed his cheek in thanks.

“I really don’t like when people don’t take no for an answer,” you muttered, slurping your drink as you tapped your fingers on the table. “I should’ve sucker punched him instead of trying to get him to take a hint.”

“I can go take care of him,” Avdol said, moving to get out of his seat. You grabbed his arm, keeping him in place.

“It’s fine. It’s just—I know I kind of look like a whore in this bikini, but it was the only one I could, uhh, find.” You stopped yourself from admitting your theft. “It’s not an intentional thing that it’s all tight.” You snapped a strap of your bikini top.

“Don’t say that,” your boyfriend replied. “You’re a beautiful woman wearing whatever she wants. If anybody has a problem with that, I’ll deal with them.”

You slid into his chair, sitting on his lap as you hugged his neck. “God, you’re the best.”

Avdol’s breath hitched as you pressed against him, chest smushed against his as you peppered his face with kisses.

Polnareff cleared his throat awkwardly. “(Y/N), maybe don’t do that here? This is a semi-public pool.”

You paused in your affections to look at the Frenchman. “It’s not like we’re fucking or something, but fine. I’m gonna go swim.”

You slid back off of your now flustered boyfriend to take a dip, leaving the others to laugh at Avdol’s embarrassed state.

“Avdol,” Polnareff snickered. “Got something you need to take care of, friend?”

“Polnareff. Shut your mouth.”

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Hol Horse x Polnareff

I didn't know that existed but I think it's hilarious because it is the ultimate Sword VS Gun couple who also can't go five steps without something happening to them

you know what a power couple is? yeah they're the opposite of that. They're both complete disasters and no one's sure how they haven't accidentally died and/or killed each other yet, least of all them

also now I have the mental image of the two somehow managing to keep a good relationship for years and come Part 5 Hol Horse just shows up and fucking. Shoots Diavlo through the skull simply because Diavlo didn't know the gun was a Stand and didn't make King Crimson move

...........fuck, shit wait now I'm actually starting to think of the logistics of this hold on-

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tangytiramisu · 1 year

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Gag Gifts the Stardust Crusaders Give You for Valentine’s Day

Warnings: Savagery Some NSFW jokes and imagery

Jotaro Kujo

and a card

Noriaki Kakyoin

It’s cherry flavored too

Jean Pierre Polnareff

My love for you is like diarrhea— I can never hold it in!

~Jean Pierre Polnareff

Muhammad Avdol

He most likely made these himself ❤️

Joseph Joestar

He asks you to wear them immediately

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ttonguetwister · 9 months

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Boyfriend texts with Jotaro Joestar/Kujo

#🌬️ttounguetwitser #stardust crusaders #jotaro cujoh #jotaro x y/n #jojo polnareff #jjba jotaro #jotaro x you #jotaro kujo #jojo bizarre adventure #jotaro x reader #jotaro joestar #kakyoin noriko #jojo kakyoin #jjba kakyoin #jjba polnareff #jjbatexts

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Them reacting to finding out you faked an orgasm (18+)

Your boyfriend had a stressing week, so you two decided to have some...fun. It went well, except he was kind-of rushed, and you didn't exactly reach your high. To not upset him or make him feel bad, you faked it. How will he react when he finds out?

Featuring: Stardust Crusaders (except Joseph)

18+ content, read at your own risk!

Jotaro and Kakyoin are a little aged up, 18 here. Afab reader, no pronouns mentioned.

A/N: THANK YOU ALL DOR 116 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! <33

@needy-self-ship-jjba

Muhammad Avdol

Your little secret slipped out when you two were talking. He asked you if you felt good last night and you accidentally let your face show a little bit of discomfort;

Avdol would be disappointed when he finds out that you, in fact, didn't feel good. Not at you, but at himself. How couldn't he pay more attention to your needs?

He felt awful, even after you reassured him it was fine since it was the only time it happend anyways;

It seemed like, everything you told him fell on deaf ears. Avdol's mood got visibly worse, and you felt your heart clench. Why did he feel that bad? It was normal to be a little selfish sometimes;

"I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you , Y/N."

Jean Pierre Polnareff

The cat was out of the bag the moment you two were arguing. He was having one of his temper tantrums after you were a little too close for (his) comfort to a guy and, out of anger, you told him that maybe he could make you orgasm;

You immediately regretted ever letting those words out of your mouth at the pure hurt that passed his features. He also seemed shocked by what you said, and only a small 'When' left his mouth;

"Look, Pol, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." you said, biting your lip anxiously. "That doesn't answer my question. When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me? At least the next day..."

Your turn to feel awful.

"I'll try to be better next time, just warn me, mon cherri."

Kujo Jotaro

He didn't have to find out because he noticed that you didn't reach your high. Your eyes didn't roll back the way they usually did, you weren't panting as much...It wasn't the same;

So, after he was done, Jotaro threw himself next to you, letting your sweaty body hug his. He was stroking your hair, trying to regulate his breathing;

"Can I know what I did wrong?" he asked calmly and you raised a brow. He seemed chill, but you could feel a hint of sadness in his voice. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you have to fake it? You could've just told me" he continues and you sigh, realizing what he meant. "I don't really know, probably the mood wasn't right." you raise your shoulders sleeply;

"Maybe we should make it right then, shouldn't we?"

Kakyoin Noriaki

He would overhear you talking to yourself, well, more-like debating with yourself if you should tell him or not, and to say he felt bad was an understatement;

He was wondering what he did wrong and he figured it would be the fact that he got almost straight to the point, not giving too much attention to the rest of your body due to his stress;

Noriaki would pretend he didn't know and plan a surprise for you. One that he sure hoped you would like;

Roses lead your way to the room you two shared and, when you entered confused, you were surprised (and amused) to see your boyfriend waiting with a rose in his mouth.

"Let me make it up to you. For not pleasing you last time."

A/N: the rose is just for the meme xd hope you all enjoyed this!

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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having a sleepover w/ the crusaders!

sleepover + the crusaders (separate + group)

cw: platonic + romantic content, sfw, gender neutral reader

jotaro

☆ you’re probably going to watch cruddy reality tv. you’ll both make fun of the participants stupidity, jotaro actively snickering at your remarks before making his own quips. also partial to nature (mainly aquatic) documentaries but won’t force you to watch those if they aren’t your thing!

☆ would take a bit of time before you guys actually begin cuddling. if you initiate it cuddling will happen earlier, but if you wait for him he’ll be worried you’re not ready and possibly overthink because he’s scared of making you uncomfortable. star platinum will probably try to cuddle you before jotaro himself does, and when he sees you grab his face and kiss his nose and star platinum happily repeating “ora” jotaro knows you’re okay with him holding you since you’re joyfully wrapped in star platinum ☆ will happily play games with you but doesn’t want you to know he’s borderline eager to after only getting to play with kakyoin for a while and you’re a nice change of game style and pace ☆ would act like he doesn’t care if you sleep in the bed with him or not but if you make a joke about going to ask another crusader if you could share the bed to avoid the floor he’ll defensively say they won’t be that nice and says you can sleep with him i guess. good grief ☆ before you fall asleep you’ll be talking to each other and it’ll be a time where jotaro really goes on a tangent about the things he likes most. there’s something about the privacy of being alone with you and his tired mind being reassured by the person he loves. he feels the most comfortable offering his interests to you in the night

kakyoin

☆ you’re playing games together! be them video games (he’s partial to racing games) or a board game, either way a good few hours will be spent playing various games ☆ once you get over any possible awkwardness at touching each other you are cuddling the entire time. hierophant green is getting in on this too - he’ll wrap his tendrils around you whenever kakyoin gets up to get anything and if you tease kakyoin about it he’ll be so red ☆ you’re going to be crafting with hierophant green most definitely. he likes to give you the prettiest emeralds he makes and with the rejects you’ll string them together to make necklaces, bracelets, anything really for the stand. hierophant will be elated to get anything from you and wrap himself around you, causing kakyoin to smile and blush with happiness about the two most important aspects of him bonding positively ☆ kakyoin will worry obscenely about sleeping arrangements. he want’s you to sleep with him so you can cuddle and being with you during the night calms him, but he wouldn’t ever force that on you. if you propose that he’ll be so relieved and excited to say yes ☆ make kakyoin, you, and hierophant matching bracelets it’ll make everyone involved SO happy. kakyoin will look at it when he’s trying to sleep but is feeling restless and be put at ease when he sees the sporadic shine of the glow in the dark heart beads you used

polnareff

☆ is foaming at the mouth nearly to cuddle you but won’t until you confirm that’s what you want! and if you never do he’ll respect that ☆ likes to watch corny romcoms and stupid comedies. strikes me as someone to watch the jackass movies. sorry. he’ll want to watching something to laugh hysterically at or something that’ll make his eyes tear up from how sweet it is despite being cliche ☆ would play games if you wanted him to! isn’t very high on his priority list however ☆ a long bit of the time would be spent with you two talking to each other, his arms wrapped around you if that is okay with you while you chat. conversation will range from stupid jokes to serious issues, then spiral back to something mundane when polnareff says something silly ☆ will hold you so tightly through the night. if you need to wake up to use the bathroom that sucks. he’s scared of you leaving him and he’s possibly having a nightmare - so please stay in his arms until you can really reassure him you’re here to stay

avdol

☆ you’re going to spend a lot of time making conversation and enjoying each other’s company. in each other arms or simply in the same room, either is fine with avdol. he just loves the sound of your voice and hearing you ramble about whatever’s on your mind

☆ will do anything you want to during the sleepover. board games? he’s not an avid player but he’ll learn the rules. video games? he’s not the best, but he’ll try! movies? he’d be down for just about anything, but it’s not surprising to gravitate towards true-crime movies/shows with him ☆ he’ll give you a tarot reading if you’d like and be so honored and gleeful if you actively enjoy/engage with his practices. you don’t have to pretend to be interested, but he’ll really appreciate if you did show any bit of interest in this large part of him ☆ avdol would be entirely down with sharing the bed with you! he’ll offer without the same sort of nerves that kakyoin, jotaro, aand polnareff have, as he’s a bit more mature and experienced in terms of asking and initiating physical connection. magician’s red will also always be touching you - sitting by you, trying to sit on you - he just wants to be close to you like avdol is! ☆ he wouldn’t fall asleep until you have, and if you’ll struggling to fall asleep he’ll do anything he can to help you fall asleep! what a guy <3

joseph *platonic*

☆ is literally so goofy. that’s all you need to know. but i’ll elaborate. he’s still very much youthful despite his age and that’s clear in how he behaves

☆ he’ll play board games, not exactly enjoying video games but will give them a shot. very much “teaching an old dog new tricks” however, so not the most fun at first. once he gets the basics and your competitive nature’s kick in it’s a true competition ☆ will watch the lowest rated movies ever just to make fun of and laugh at them. this happens to be a lot of low budget, small animated movies and free films on streaming platforms. he wants to laugh and poke fun at things and he’ll love if you added your own comedic comments to whatever is on ☆ totally down to do face masks and paint your nails! will actually love to do those things. he looks great for his age and he’s biting at the bib to share how he’s kept his skin nice! ☆ he’ll make sure you have what you need for bed before he gets ready to sleep himself, worried that you’ll be anxious to ask the other crusaders. very much trying to look after you

all

☆ at the beginning there’s fighting about what to do. kakyoin wants to play games, polnareff wants to watch a jackass film, jotaro wants to go someone quiet cause everyone’s pissing him off already, avdol is with jotaro just about, and joseph is picking out which shade of pink for you to paint his nails ☆ kakyoin ends up caving to polnareff because of his continued pestering about watching a movie. you don’t want to watch jackass though and neither does anyone else, so you meet in the middle and put on a low budget animated (for joseph to make fun of the animation) movie about fish (for jotaro) who like to dance (so polnareff can laugh at the poor guys ): ☆ during the movie you’re painting joseph’s nails the hot pink he decided on while pointing out the inaccuracies in the fish’s anatomy with jotaro. he’s actually bothered by how messed up their proportions are due to poor animating and also a lack of research. kakyoin pats him on the back, bummed that polnareff annoyed him into caving. kakyoin does end up liking the bad film though because it was hilarious ☆ you convince avdol to let you paint his nails red, which made polnareff jealous so you got to paint his nails silver, then kakyoin got his nails painted green to match hierophant, and when you asked jotaro if you could paint his he just groaned his catchphrase before extending his spread hands. you painted his black, giving all of them a star of glitter on their middle nails (f☆ck you dio!) joseph paints one hand [color] but does a bad job so kakyoin takes over, doing better than you would’ve guessed! ☆ next conflict occurs when you’re deciding what to eat for dinner. no one can agree on what to order. polnareff wants something new, joseph wants something familiar, kakyoin and jotaro literally don’t care, and avdol is about to just order for himself since mediating isn’t working. you end up just ordering several pizzas with joseph’s card and he’s not upset, just glad you got everyone to stop bickering and satisfying the conflicting wants of the crusaders ☆ after eating you play games with kakyoin and jotaro, absolutely demolishing them in a dating sim and then getting your butt handed to you in a racing game. kakyoin will tease you about how “you can beat them in the race of winning hearts but not on the actual road” which cracks you up. jotaro has fun watching you two be silly while he keeps his equally fun remarks to himself simply to enjoy what’s happening now ☆ you sit out the next race because polnareff suggests whoever wins the next race gets to share the sleeping space with you. kakyoin agrees under the guise he just wants to beat polnareff, while jotaro uses the same seemingly innocent motive. really they both want to spend the time alone with you ☆ kakyoin wins using similar tricks to when he fought younger d’arby, surprising jotaro slightly and making polnareff whine. he’s bummed he’s lost but it’s also a bet so he concedes after a load of complaint. jotaro compliments kakyoin’s playing and clever moves, the two having civil conversation about the game and jotaro learns a new trick for his next race ☆ the bet totally didn’t matter cause you’re all going to sleep in the same room with your own futon (despite joseph’s complaining) which relieves everyone but also makes you laugh ☆ the night’s been eventful so your eyelids are heavy, but you find yourself unable to sleep with how exciting the sleepover’s been. you’re glad you’ve met all of them and you think back on why you appreciate them. you open your eyes after a while of contemplation in the dark to see everyone not in their futons. heading to the main room you see them all to their own devices. you head to them, ready to not let sleep consume you despite being sleepy in favor of their company

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