#diavolo x reader

[maodori]

hellooo :3 may I request f!Diavolo x fem reader smut hcs or ff it's up to you 💜

Hi there!

Ngl this is gonna be my first time writing this sort of thing proper so this it’s gonna be interesting!

Fem!Diavolo/Doppio x Fem!Reader Smut Headcannons [🔥18+]

A/N: I’m adding in Doppio since in my eyes you can’t have one without the other! Using Diavola and Doppia just to make it more clear I’m using a genderbend version lol. I wanted to focus more on headcannons for this so it is pretty short

MINORS DNI UNDER THE CUT

General Headcannons

• Honestly, I don’t see Diavolo/Diavola being a hard sadist in bed, period. Being mean, threatening you with choking, and getting you to beg, sure. But nothing that could draw blood. Violence came from wanting to hide their true identity. Having sex in the first place is a level of trust, and to them especially it would be breaking that trust to actually harm you.

• Sex does not come up until much later in the relationship (like, months to over a year in). That fear of you secretly being out to get them makes them far more wary of that vulnerability. When they finally trust you with their whole heart that you aren’t going to try and kill them, it still will take time for them to open up to it.

• Always has some form of birth control, even if it isn’t needed.

• If you think normal Diavolo/Doppio runs like a furnace, Diavola/Doppia is genuinely the fiery pits of hell given legs. She is not cold at all. And it makes sex all the more exhausting.

• Very big on thighs. She isn’t going to judge you if you are an A cup or a D cup, she just wants to be able to hold onto you firmly without feeling like she is going to break your hips.

• Diavola can appear mid sex with Doppia, and vice-versa. It’s usually clear the change happens because of the shift in demeanor. It can be jarring, but you will need to get used to it, even if it doesn’t happen all the time.

• Absolutely NO STANDS in bed. I think to get into a position where you have a relationship with them you would most likely have a Stand. However. It is an ingrained response for them to try and kill you if you do show your Stand in bed. You will feel King Crimson time skip before you are forced into a headlock being choked out. It takes a moment for them to realize before letting you go, and usually after that they do not want to have sex at all.

• Gun/Knife play is also a major no-go. Even if it isn’t real, that thought still makes them aggressive and immediately not in the mood.

Diavola

• Tall woman (5’10). She will make you feel small under her even if you are on the tall end of girls as well, and she enjoys every moment. Does not help she wears heels regularly.

• Switch. She isn’t going to want to lead all of the time, but she wants to have some form of control over you. Generally more of a dominant lean.

• Low sex drive most of the time. Especially if it is after GER. It’s hard to allow vulnerability when all it has done is bring her pain and misery, or have that trust betrayed. Times she is in the mood she is IN the mood. She will be completely blunt about it, with just a hand on your shoulder and a “Y/N, get on the bed. Now.”

• If you aren’t in the mood, then thats that. Diavola is not going to sit and comfort you first. She is going to take care of her needs then come back and talk with you to figure out what happened.

• She does not play nice. She will tease the shit out of your clit and entrance just to make you beg for release. She is not above just taping a vibrator to your clit while she is doing work on her computer if you are bothering her too much. She will tie you up and make you plead for more than teasing.

•Diavola tries her best to respect your wishes, if you want a strap or not, if you have any kinks you want to try, she would rather you actually enjoy your time as she is trusting you with her body as much as you are trusting yourself with her.

• When she is being Dominant, she likes to be in positions where you can’t see her face, or can only focus on her. Expect her to have a hold on your neck in some form so you will only focus on where she wants you to look. It’s not a firm hold, but enough to ground her when she is pleasing you.

•When she is being submissive, she will hide her face using pillows or blankets. She prefers you be gentle with her, more out of self preservation. Honestly she is more demanding when being submissive, but is polite when asking.

• Is very quiet. You might hear the softest moan from her, but it’s usually followed by her being sharp in tone. If you dare try and tease her on it she will put her fingers in your mouth or kiss you deeply just so you are quiet.

• Aftercare with her isn’t much, but it’s gentle. She cleans off your pussy gently and gets water for the both of you, but don’t expect her to stay around if you fall asleep.

• Loves planting kisses on your inner thighs and seeing the lipstick stains bordering your privates. It also gets her going seeing her lipstick painted on your lips.

• Wearing her perfume does make her feel more possessive over you. And she adores it to no end. Loves it when you kiss her tattoos.

Doppia

• Slightly above average height (5’7), but most of the time you do feel smaller compared to her.

• Dominant, but more of a soft dom. She doesn’t let you take the lead, as she wants you to feel good more than herself. Honestly she gets more enjoyment seeing you feel good than actual stimulation.

• Much higher sex drive and it shows. She usually gets in the mood at least twice a week, and is very sweet when asking you. “Hey dear, feeling up for it? I just got finished with work for the boss and I missed you.”

• If you aren’t in the mood, she gets concerned, then antsy. Honestly, Diavola might call when Doppia is trying to talk to you because if you aren’t in a good mood then something likely happened. She gets a lot less enjoyment just pleasing herself.

• She is also a massive tease in a different way. She wants to get you riled up, and always lingers her touch just enough to get you wanting more but not enough to garner any form of satisfaction. She won’t be explicit, but she will get you to ask for sex.

• When Doppia is in a mood, she would rather take her time. She isn’t open to new kinks really, but she might bend a little if you ask her nicely. It’s hard for her to try something new as she already knows what she likes. Usually she will keep her hands on your hips when doing anything.

• She always wants you to face her. There is a level of intimacy with it that can’t be matched. And she loves seeing your expression. The elation, the slight pained look you give her when you are close, it just makes her want to save it as a photo in her memory forever. However, if you get too loud for her liking, or are just being a brat, she will put her hands around your neck just to remind you that she is in control while making a mess of your cunt.

• Fairly loud in bed and much more of a talker. Mostly telling you that you are doing such a good job. Her expressions are simultaneously cutesy but have that same unsettling undertone that tells you that this isn’t just some sweet girl. It’s oddly more scary than Diavola.

• Her aftercare is much better. She cleans you up, has towels ready for the both of you, and water. Hell she will run a bath for the two of you just incase you are sore. She will cuddle with you, maybe play with your tits a little, but she wants to relax with you after everything.

• She likes seeing you splayed out under her. The vulnerability turns from a trust to almost an obsession with her, and it adds fuel to probably one of her bigger kinks…

• I see her being somewhat of a dacryphiliac. Not in the pain tears sort of way, more when you are enjoying yourself so much you start to cry. She will kiss the tear tracks, slowing down slightly as she makes it more intimate. To her it means she is doing a good job, and that you aren’t being left unsatisfied. If you have a thing for being praised she will be praising you a lot.

• She loves when you hold her cheek gently. It just makes her feel fuzzy inside and reminds her that you aren’t going anywhere.

{Maodori💚✨}

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[strawburryfields]

hello may I ask Diavolo & Doppio with a reader that is very affectionate and loves cuddling with them~❤️

Yesss let's do it!!

I decided to split this up in both Doppio and Diavolo separately, because they do have very different personalities. I hope you don't mind ❤️

I made it into a tooth rotting fluff, I was in a very loving mood 🥹

Doppio

He absolutely loved nothing more than getting cuddles, and although he could get quite flustered at times he could never dream of making you stop giving him all the affection you could muster up, much less stopping you from voicing your adoration for him.

Whenever he was home just relaxing on the couch, he could expect you to be there either snuggling up to him or ushering him to rest his head on your lap. He didn't mind either one, but would rather drown in your endless love and affection if it meant he got to feel your hands on him.

Such as tonight, for example. He sat on the sofa, mindlessly flipping through channels for some sort of entertainment when you appeared from the doorway, already adorning a sweet and absolutely affectionate smile. Walking up to him, you plopped down on the empty space next to where he was situated, giving his cheek a gentle little kiss as your hand softly caressed his other one, your eyes sparkling in pure love and unending softness.

Leaning back just a bit, you gently tapped your lap, signalling for him to put his head there, when the tiniest hint of a shy blush tinted his cheeks in the most perfect way imaginable. The sight alone could make your heart flare and flutter for eternity, but when he smiled bashfully and finally placed his head on your lap, his body relaxing as he did so, you felt your heart do a little flip as the butterflies in your tummy tickled you endlessly.

Giggling as you positioned yourself to make it more comfortable for him, your fingers landed in his pink locks as you began to massage his scalp lovingly. Your nails scraped his skin deliciously, and you could tell by the satisfied sigh he emitted that he too was very much enjoying your little display of love.

"My love. Tell me about your day." Your voice was as soft as the petals on the flowers he'd brought to you the day before, their scent travelling from their place on the coffee table in front of you, filling your senses with a love so absolute you swore you could die happy in the moment.

When you looked down to see him already watching you with a wistful yet adoring look, you leaned down just a bit to bring your faces closer to each other, your smiled widening as you did so.

The hand that wasn't in his hair, traveled up to gently trace the outlines of his eyebrows, smoothing the tiny frown that had formed before landing tenderly on his warm and soft cheek, your thumb drawing circles automatically.

His own hand reached up to do the same to you, his touch soft and slightly shaky on your own face, as if afraid he might somehow ruin your concentration.

"My day... was good. Better now, of course." His voice was quiet yet loving, hiding the reality of whatever had happened throughout the day. He more than anything wanted to keep you from the stress of his ordinary days, days of danger and unending fights.

"You're so sweet, my lovely Doppio." Your own voice was sultry with the purest form of absolute devotion you could give, your own cheeks warming from his touch and his words alone.

Leaning down further, you softly kissed the space between his eyebrows, ignoring his bashful little complaint of how you always did too much. It was almost embarrassing, really, how no matter how much or how often you displayed such loving acts, no matter how many times a day you cuddled up to him, it never seemed to dull the effect all that much. He could just never fully get used to it, especially knowing how most people would've probably had some sort of judgmental comment about how he normally acted. But you just always seemed to look at the man in front of you, something he appreciated more than he showed.

"I love you. Please know that with all your heart." You softy cooed into his ear, the sound of your voice sending shivers throughout his whole system.

"How could I not know with how you always treat me? You make me feel like I'm worth all this love." His voice was quiet, just above a whisper as his soft cheeks were once again tinted pink.

"My love, you are worth all the love. Now let me love you while you rest. I'll take good care of you." Your response was kind and thoughtful, and it made him melt in the best way possible.

Diavolo

Now Diavolo was something else. He was much less susceptible to the affection you gave Doppio, but that never stopped you from wanting to show him the same devotion and pure unadulterated adoration.

He could complain, and even got annoyed at times. He just wasn't afraid of voicing his opinions about your whole ordeal with him, but somehow you've learned that this too, was one of his ways to show his own affections towards you. You knew he was a man who valued privacy above all else, but when you realized that although he may seem irritated at times, he never actually pushed you away, and this more than anything gave you the motivation to never stop your demonstrations of love.

Diavolo, though colder than Doppio in an emotional aspect, was much warmer in body temperature than his other self. This, for you, meant that you could cuddle up to him more than have him cuddle up to you, especially on a chilly night such as this one.

The patio of your shared home had a perfect view to the stars, far enough away from the main city to showcase said stars' true glow and gentle hues, making the sight a remarkable and gorgeous display of seemingly glittering and bright stars. If you concentrated enough, you could almost make out the milky-way and its vast and enormous highways.

Diavolo approached you in a rare yet not unheard of search for your affection, and as he sat down next to you, you immediately felt the nice nearly searing warmth of his body. He scooted over, looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he quietly urged you to nuzzle up to him, and nuzzle you did.

At the contact, you immediately sighed heavily in sincere satisfaction, a smile already forming on your lips as your arms wrapped around his own. The grin you wore was contagious, and if you had looked you'd have seen the shadow of his own smile starting to form on his own lips.

In an effort to make you more comfortable, Diavolo shifted his body to support your form better, his hand rising to sift through your hair as he quietly admired the locks. He placed his arm under you as he leaned back, your body refusing to move away from his as you heard the barely audible, tiniest puff of a sigh as he looked down at you.

Only then did you open your eyes, just to see his own already fixed on you. The smallest giggle escaped you as you buried your face into the arm that was currently supporting your weight.

"Comfortable?" His voice was deep and velvet, making you hum in response as you caught a faint hint of amusement in his chuckle.

Your own hand reached up and landed on his nape, his strong and unmoving body giving you the perfect access to lift yourself up slightly to kiss the line of his jaw, peppering his neck in small wet kisses of fondness and endearment.

He let you do as you pleased, for once not commenting on it or making a fuzz out of it.

You continued your barrage of kisses, every third one longer and deeper than the rest before your lips eventually landed on his own, capturing his lips in a loving embrace of two souls that somehow found each other despite everything in the universe seeming so against it.

Diavolo had a tendency to he protective over you, sometimes to an almost obsessive degree, but you knew he meant well. You knew that because of his wishes to stay absolutely anonymous, he was just making sure that you too stay out of the limelight of wandering eyes and nosy gazes. This protectiveness would show in moments like these, coming out in what you liked to describe as "cuteness aggression".

He leaned down and placed his head on the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping the soft skin there all to signal that if anything were to happen, he was there to be your shield and your weapon. The sensation made you laugh, your hands flying up to wrap his head in your loving arms.

"Diavolo. I'm not going anywhere." You softly murmured into his ear, his breathing evening out as his heart settled willingly into your careful hands.

"I know. I'll make sure of that." His voice was muffled by your hair, his heavy chest pressing down on you in the best way possible. You knew that no matter what, he would risk everything to keep you the way you were, safely tugged at his side even if it meant receiving the utmost amount of love and affection you could muster up.

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Diavolo

⚘ Facing your smile is so disarming ♡

⚘ Close your eyes, have no fear

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[sirrooster20]

Just read one of your hp fics and I'm in bliss... May I request f!Diavolo getting eaten by f!reader...

Clubbing

fem! Diavolo x fem! Reader (smut)

18+ Post!!

CW - oral

Going to the club was never really your idea of a fun night out. The loud music always gave you a headache and the amount of people bumping into you never failed to irritate you. How your friends managed to persuade you to go with them is a true mystery to you, but here you are, standing off to the side of the large dark room. 

As you glance around, trying to think of an excuse to leave early, when your eyes land on a tall woman on the opposite side of the room. Her hair falls to her waist in long, pink waves. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she stares at you.

Your heart stutters in your chest when she makes her way towards you. Her green eyes track you the entire time as she effortlessly makes her way through the crowd of drunk people dancing and singing. 

“You don’t seem to be having much fun,” she whispers in your ear as she looms over you.

“Neither do you,” you say with a smirk as you look up at her.

She smirks in return as she places an arm on the wall behind you. “Are you here alone?” she asks with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“No, but I might as well be,” you roll your eyes a little, thinking about how your friends scattered the second they got drinks in their hands.

“Oh,” she says softly as she leans down to whisper in your ear, “that’s too bad.”

Your heart beats so fast, you're almost sure that it’ll pop right out of your chest. “Are you?” you stutter just a bit, causing her to raise her eyebrow.

She smirks, “yeah, I’m alone.” She drags a finger along your jaw, making you shiver, “you’re cute. How about we get out of here?”

Your eyes widen as you think for a moment. Any time you went to the club, you and your friends always ended up leaving at different times, so you don’t need to worry about them. With a growing blush, you nod letting her grab your hand and lead you into a nearby hallway.

You can’t help but grimace slightly, thinking that she’s leading you to the bathroom, but instead, she opens the employees only door.

“Oh wait,” you say as you point to the sign, “I don’t think we can be in here.”

She smirks at you before grabbing the sign and tossing it on the floor. “Doesn’t matter.”

You raise your eyebrows at her confidence. “What’s your name?” you ask as you follow her in, watching as she locks the door behind her. 

Without saying a word, she steps forward and drags you into a deep kiss, shoving you back against the wall. Any worry you had previously died on your tongue as hers makes its way into your mouth, dragging along your tongue in slow swipes.

“Don’t worry about it,” she mutters before smashing her lips on yours again. Your hands grip onto her waist, feeling her warm skin under the mesh shirt she wears. Your thighs subconsciously rub together, trying to get any friction you can. 

She steps back, looking at you up and down as you both pant. You take a moment to really look at her. Your eyes trace along the tattoos on her well defined shoulders and arms. Her muscles flex slightly as she moves her arm, silently pointing to the ground. A smirk makes its way onto her lips when you sink down to your knees without a word.

“You’re good at taking orders, huh?” she chuckles as she unbuttons her purple pants. She gives you a look as she pulls her hands away, prompting you to pull her pants down. 

Your eyes widen when you realize there's no underwear for you to pull down as well.

“I have a feeling you were hoping something like this would happen,” you whisper with a smirk as you lean in and kiss the soft, muscular skin of her abdomen.

“I know what I want,” she laughs, but there’s no real humor in the sound.

You reach down and grab her thigh, bringing it over your shoulder before kissing a little lower.

“And what’s that?” you whisper, just barely grazing your tongue on her already slick core. “I want you to eat me out,” she says without hesitation as she grabs your hair and forces your head forward. 

Your hands grip onto her hips as you waste no time in giving her what she wants, licking slowly against her before sucking on her clit. She groans in response, pulling your head a little closer. The taste of her covers your tongue as you run it up and down before sinking into her.

A small moan escapes you as she rocks her hips against your tongue, using your nose to get friction on her clit. 

Sliding your hand up her body, you slip it under her mesh shirt and her lace bra before pinching her nipple. Her hand reaches up and grabs your wrist keeping you from moving your hand away from her chest.

You glance up at her through your eyelashes, the look in her green eyes as she gasps makes you clench around nothing as your own arousal slides down your thighs. Her eyes are still sharp even as she’s gasping and moaning from your touch. 

Sliding your tongue in and out of her core, you search for the spot that will make her gasp. You keep your eyes locked on hers as you do, watching her eyes widen and her body clench. You can’t help but flush at the wet sounds from between you, but you honestly can’t bring yourself to care when she tastes this good.

Her hands slide into your hair before pulling you entirely flush against her as she releases with a loud moan.

She steps back away from you, watching you closely as you pant before leaning down and pulling you into a deep kiss. She steps back before turning to grab her pants and swiftly pulling them back on. 

Flicking her long, pink hair back, she eyes you up and down before smirking, “I’ll be in touch.”

“What?” you say with a confused look before standing and wiping your chin with the back of your hand. She walks out without another word.

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A few days pass like regular, but you can’t help but think about that mysterious woman you met at the club.

A knock on your door makes you glance up from your book. You step up off the couch and walk to the door, opening it to find a letter on the ground. Picking it up, you open it only to see two simple words.

“Club. Tonight.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, knowing immediately who sent this letter.

[perpussy]

Dreamer's plea (Diavolo x GN!reader)

A/N: I changed the stand name. I know, terrifying. I'll give a proper explanation of it eventually? Potentially... a part two? Only if this goes well tho. I love comfort in my angst <3

Masterlist

TW: Cannon typical violence, blood, trauma, lots and lots of death, desperation/pleading, poison, casualness about death, pain

~1.5k words

!WARNING! MASSIVE PART FIVE SPOILERS AHEAD.

It was a forest this time. Diavolo had already lost count of how long he'd suffered at the hands of Gold Experience Requiem. If he had to guess, Giorno had tortured him like this for at least a year. And this time, he would die in a forest. Likely due to wolves. He'd figured out they were the most common forest death. As if on cue, he heard the howling. Then, the running. Then, there was the feeling of the wolves biting him. Clawing him. Tearing his skin from his flesh, then his flesh from his bones, erratically, the cruel, twisted hand of GER forcing them to avoid anything deadly. Forcing him to watch the animals consume him whole, until he finally died, this time, as a bloodied lump amidst the bushes.

You sigh. Why Fugo was being so annoying to get back on your side was a mystery. Even more of a mystery was why he kept using Purple Haze on you. Sure, you'd come back, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell- "Y/N, you're back already? What happened?" "Fugo keeps on virus-ing me, how do I make him stop!?" Bruno looked at you with what can only be described as a mother's pity. "I'm sure you understand. We left him behind, and I don't think he knows, well…" He gestures around him. Abbacchio, to nobody's surprise, is in the (what he has deemed to be) corner, with his music player and a bottle of wine that were a pain to get into the Inbetween, and Narancia sitting at a table reading the newest volume of Pink Dark Boy. "You can understand why he's mad. Giorno sent you, the newcomer, instead of one of us." "Yeah, I guess, but he won't let me-" "ughghhhhgh…" The groan immediately shuts you up. You look around. The three from Passione were nearby, you could go check on Kakyoin, but that was not a sound that Caesar, his grandfather, or DIO would ever make. Maybe Kars was close enough in orbit that he was visiting? But even then, he wouldn't- "UGHGHGHHH." Okaayy, that was a lot louder. You glance at the others, see them just as confused, then decided to steel your resolve, and investigate. You owned this realm, you were the only person who could use their stand here. You got this, man.

Diavolo was officially confused. He was supposed to be in a death loop, not… some weird white void? And this one was giving him a headache. He groaned in slight confusion, trying to clear the brain-fog. When it didn't he groaned again, this time in frustration. He was done. Whatever bullshit GER was pulling, it might as well get on with it. As much as he appreciated the downtime, he had deaths to experience, things to not do, and pain to feel. Joyous.

Okay, so now you were even more confused. You'd made a pillar that blended in, and started sneaking up in the direction of the noise. And currently, there was a pink-haired man you'd never seen before in the Inbetween. That's impossible. You'd never met him, you never made a soul contract with him, so he shouldn't be able to get in here. Fuck it. If he was dangerous, he couldn't use his stand. You were also fairly close to where Dio normally lurked, and would almost definitely be able to pummel this man within an inch of his life, if he was alive. Or at least get him away. You summon Dreamer's Plea, its long cloak and diamond head expanding past your cover, as your rush over, your stand beginning to punch rapidly as soon as you got in range, accenting every attack with a 'Pla', punching until the man was weakened. "Who are you? No, how did you get in here? Only people I make deals with should be here, and I know I've never seen you before." He stares at you with large green eyes. He looks… scared? How would someone be scared of you? You weren't particularly tall or buff. "Well? Start answering."

After a lot of silence, you manage to drag him over to where the others were waiting. They might know something at least. He'd finally stood up, and you were currently dragging him through the Inbetween by the wrist. "So… where are you from?" Nothing. "Any life lessons for me?" Silence. "C'mon, you need to give me something to work with…"

Bruno had been looking at Abbacchio. He had no shame in that, he knew the other was attractive, and wanted to enjoy the view. And he had been doing that until he'd spotted you coming back over. With Diavolo himself in tow. Of course you wouldn't know. You'd only joined Passione after Giorno took over. Sure, you'd known his lot well enough to make deals with them all, but you had no way of knowing about Diavolo. Safe to say, he immediately stood up. "Y/N. Step away from him. That man is dangerous." "This guy? Mister Bucciarati, whatever grudge the two of you had, he hasn't spoken a work to me in the last five minutes, he doesn't have his stand, and I really need to find out why Dreamer's Plea keeps spawning me in Fugo's poison cloud." "Well then, ask the others. How did he even get here? You said that only certain people could enter." "I. Don't. Know! Because he isn't talking to me, and he looks like he died when I grabbed his wrist to get him here! Will somebody please tell me what's going on!" "That is the previous boss of Passione." "The guy before Giorno? You mean he-" You jump back, the floor subconsciously shifting to move Nara, Abba, and Bruno behind you. "You killed them?" Diavolo's eyes widen, as he begins to stumble back, falling to the floor, and beginning to plead. "Please, please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't kill me, please, I'm begging you-" He begins to shake. He shifts onto his knees, continuously banging his head against the floor until it begins to bleed. "Hey, hey, calm down, you're fine." You carefully approach. If this man killed Abba, even without a stand he'd be a threat. That's what you thought until he grabbed onto your ankles, pleading even more.

After a bit, you decided to leave him with Kakyoin, at least while Bucciarati explained what happened to him fully. If anybody could get him calm enough to talk to, it'd be Noriaki. You eventually figure out the full story- Diavolo's story. Of his birth, of Doppio, of the arrows, of Passione, and finally, of how he was put in the death loop. That bit made you quiet. Despite Giorno being younger than you, you still admired him. And the idea of forcefully putting someone through the pain of death- a pain you knew all too well- left you feeling uneasy. You got up, prepared to head over. He'd be safe from Requiem if he stayed here, and you wanted to avoid death when possible. "I'll go with! You can't deal with him on your own…" Nara gave you his best puppy eyes,trying to convince you. "I'll be fine. I'm just gonna talk to him." "Promise?" "Pinky promise?" You offer your little finger to him. He locked his with yours, and shakes it. "I'll be back in a bit, promise."

By the time you make it over to Diavolo, he seems a lot calmer. Kakyoin left, likely knowing you'd be there soon, and wanting the two of you to be able to talk in private. "If you want, you can stay here. In the Inbetween. Gold Experience Requiem can't reach you here." "What do you know about death?" "33,550,336 times so far. It always makes me end up here." "Th-this is part of your stand?" That made him tense up. "Yes. Part of my Stand, Dreamer's Plea is the Inbetween. It's a place for souls. If I make a mutual agreement with someone, when they die, instead of being reincarnated or going to the afterlife, they end up here. If I perform certain rituals, I can let them possess me, or temporarily give them form in the real world. I end up here when I die. I can stay as long as I want, but whenever I leave, it brings me back to the last possible moment of survival." "So you… know what it's like?" "Yes. Which is why I'm offering a way out." The response was instant. Diavolo jumped over, wrapping his arms around you. It was tight, but not… uncomfortable. Just desperate.

"Thank you."

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[tinehghost]

How it feels going to the Diavolo x reader tag and it’s some ugly dude with red hair and not my manic panic pink hair princess:

[incandescentallure]

₊˚⊹ A welcome distraction ₊˚⊹

Diavolo x GN!reader -oneshot-

Papers lay sporadically around the desk, creating an overwhelming clutter, pens and burnt through candles scattered around them. Diavolo sat back in his chair, longingly staring at the tall ceiling, his mind completely filled with thoughts of you. The paperwork becoming a second thought to his imagination. Only to be snapped out of his daydreaming by the light tap of footsteps outside the door. He shot up in fear it was barbatos coming to check on him, trying to appear focused, busy. *knock* *knock* “diavolo?” A warm ,familiar voice echoed through the office, your voice. “Oh! Y/N come in!” He exclaimed, practically bouncing out of his chair to greet you. A large ear to ear smile spread across his face when he saw you walk through the door, opening his arms wide as if he’d not seen you in years. You laugh softly to yourself and walk towards him, leaning into his strong embrace. When he finally lets go you peer past him, “you don’t seem to be making much progress” a playful smile creeps on to your face and you suppress a laugh in your stomach. Diavolo makes an expression that makes it seem like he’d been caught, like a guilty dog. The laugh you’d suppressed shoots out when you see his face, “need some help?” You mange to ask between your giggles. He smiles at you, a bright one that always makes your heart thump. “I’d like that.” He replies with a light flush on his face.

You pull up a second chair, once you’ve sat down you really get a good look at the chaos on his desk, diavolo flashes you an awkward smile and hands you a pen. You both flip through them, you start by most necessary and work your way down the list together. There was something intimate about being so close in such a big room, the flickering candles being the only light, and the silent company of eachother. Making a mundane task feel more romantic, an unexpected but welcomed experience. The silence wasn’t tense, no feeling of need for it to be broken. The feeling of enjoying each other’s presence said more than any words could ever try to, and a bubbling feeling grew in your heart, as well as his. However just as you’re finishing up a draft for an annual report, you feel something slump onto your shoulder. Diavolo had fallen asleep, and from his snoring it didn’t seem like he had any chance of waking up soon. You put down your pen and lift your hand up to his face, the light of the candles creating a golden glow on his face. So you decide to rest your own head onto his, closing your eyes and feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over you. I don’t think you’ll be getting anymore paperwork done today.

[strawburryfields]

hello~ i'd like to request reader X any JJBA characters please Where the reader just has comically good instincts, so much so that at first the characters think reader is a STAND/HAMON user. bunos if reader's reaction in dangerous situation are like youtubers (like markiplier) playing horror games. ᓚᘏᗢ

Hello~~ I'd love to write that, thank you for your request!

If you need anything changed or want to request something else, please feel free to do so and I'll change it!

Characters: Joseph Joestar, Diavolo, Ermes Costello

Joseph

Joseph loves your reactions, they always crack him up. The first time you reacted by screaming your lungs out, he got incredibly scared. But when he gathered it wasn't too big of a deal, he realized maybe, just maybe the two of you could get along quite nicely. He did have the same reactions to certain things, after all.

He hadn't known you for long, when he noticed just how good your instincts were. They were almost too good, and he got incredibly suspicious very quickly.

The two of you would just be walking down the street, when you'd suddenly stop before an alleyway. Joseph couldn't help but stare, expecting some kind of monologue.

"Look out, there's a man running." You had exclaimed calmly, making the taller man incredibly confused.

He looked around, eyes scanning the entire area. "Uhhh... I don't see anything."

At an entirely too comical timing, a man carrying what seemed to be stolen goods came running through the alley, bursting through a couple of fruit crates on his way.

"AAAAHHH FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!?" Your scream tore through the crowds, making Joseph scream as well. This prompted several people look your way in both concern and unmeasurable surprise. Some pretended to look away, while others couldn't help but stare.

Joseph burst out in laughter as your screaming came to a halt. The way your body had jerked backwards, as if you'd been physically hit didn't help at all.

"You should've seen yourself! You looked like you got shot!" He continued laughing, until he suddenly stopped.

"Wait... how did you know he was there?" Joseph tried to wrap his mind around it, and came to the conclusion that you must be some sort of hamon user.

"I'm not a hamon user." You said calmly, before he even got to ask. He stood there for a while, glaring at you with narrowed eyes. You'd totally just used his own trick against him, and you didn't even flinch. How unusual.

"We should probably go catch that guy... also, what the hell is a hamon?" You asked in perfect clarity, but Joseph just continued to stand there in confusion.

"Are you serious? You're playing me..." He exclaimed, but still chose to follow you as you chased the stranger down.

Diavolo

If anyone knew a thing or two about good instincts, it would be Diavolo. The man can see into the future, no one had better instincts than him. Or at least that's what he always thought and prided himself with. Until you came along, that is.

The first time you surprised him with said instincts, he wanted nothing more than to disappear. He was still young, and his influence on the crime syndicate known as Passione was still an uphill battle. Still, if anyone could help him, he preferred it to be someone like you.

He feared your strange ability, but for the same reason he feared it, he came to the conclusion that he should keep you close. Even if you did end up being a stand user, with enough effort and manipulation, he knew he could keep you at his side and perhaps even make you work for him.

You perfectly predicted an attack so devastating, you had actually saved him time and effort. He didn't ask right away, but made a mental note to be cautious around you from now on.

With his pride wounded and his sanity in scrambles, he kept his eyes on you for the remainder of the day. He could not have you best his ability, not when it risked his image and identity.

"So... where are we off to next?" You asked calmly, and just as he was about to answer, your hand shot out in front of him.

"Wait! Something's wrong... I don't know why, but I feel like we're about to be assassinated." That one word was enough to cause the hairs at the back of his neck to rise, and if Diavolo hated something, it was to be spied and hunted.

Just then, a shot rang out and a bullet landed right between you and the pink haired monolith of a man. The scream you screamed didn't help much in the situation either.

With a few tricks up your sleeves, and his own stand fighting, you got rid of the attackers with ease.

"How did you know that was going to happen? Do you have a stand I should know of?" He asked, masking his growing concern masterfully.

"God, no. But could you imagine? Having a stand that could see the future or something... that'd be terrifying." You said, nodding slightly in quiet ponder.

Diavolo simply looked at you like you had just put a target on his back and aimed, and he wasn't entirely sure if you knew things you definitely shouldn't know.

"Who are you anyway? Some sort of mafia boss? You running a gang or something?" You asked, your sarcasm slipping his mind completely as he stared at you in absolute shock.

He felt his stomach sink, and summoned his stand. But to his surprise you didn't even react, almost like you hadn't seen it. Maybe, he didn't actually need to kill you after all.

"Yes. I'm a mafia boss." He tried his best to sound sarcastic, and luckily for the both of you, you just let out the tiniest huff of a laugh and brushed him off as you waved your hand.

"Get outta here."

Ermes

Prison had made Ermes into a perceptive and rather suspicious woman, and she approached every new person as if they were a new threat rather than the opposite.

But when she realized your kindness wasn't the manipulative kind she had encountered so much, she dropped her guard and started to act much more friendly towards you.

The closer you got, the more natural the both of you started to be. And by the end of the week, you were not only inseparable, but also completely yourselves.

But that wasn't to say you didn't still surprise each other, you certainly did.

"You hide your money WHERE!?" You asked, eyes wide and grin growing as you came to the understanding that she was being entirely truthful.

"Don't-! Can you be any louder? It's like you want people to rob me dry in here." Ermes said, hushing you down almost urgently.

"Rob us, you mean. It's an us problem now." You said solemnly, your hand rising to your chest to clutch it in prideful smugness.

"You're unbelievable. You have to work for this." Ermes retaliated, looking half annoyed, half like she couldn't even bother doing anything about it.

"Oh come on, you're the one who told me about it. And it's not like I'll tell anyone. As if anyone's gonna come up and ask about-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence when a woman you had never seen before popped her head out the side of your cell, eyes curious and tone way too friendly.

"OH MY GOD! OOOOookay... where'd you come from?" Ermes looked startled, but definitely not from the stranger who was too intrigued by your hushed conversation.

"What's a 'you problem'? And why did you scream like that?" She asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.

"Get the hell outta here it's none of your business!" Ermes screamed at her to leave, then looked at you in exasperation. "But why did you scream like that? It seemed like you knew she was going to pop out at any given moment. You basically predicted it."

"I dunno, I got startled." Ermes looked at you in disbelief, before bursting into a loud and unprecedented laughter.

"You've got good instincts, I'll give you that. Maybe you'll be useful in a fight."