good night my friend! thank you for putting up a smile in my face at 1am of this saturday night
would you ever be interested in writing a bottom male reader x polnareff, or maybe even hol horse? love those two whores fr. it doesn’t have to be NSFW necessarily if you aren’t a fan of it, though if you’re ok with writing smut, that’d be very good lol
I don’t have the best imagination so I’d say perhaps things get steamy during that ‘fake hotel’ in Pakistan, or during the Hol Horse and Boingo episode
Thank you my friend! It’d be very cool if reader was a crusader if it’s with Hol Horse, or a Dio’s servant that is not that loyal to his lord if it’s with Polnareff
Thank you for reading this! :) Ur fire🔥🔥
I'm trying a new header which i got inspo from another writer on here that i found recently
Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man but no exact pronouns are used after that.
Physical Sex: AMAB
How far are things going: Things get pretty steamy but not full-on smut.
Warnings: the attraction to each other is very heavily implied which is why they’re dogs with each other, mentions of jerkin it and the lack of it happening, mentions of tension with the other of age Crusaders, mentions of the young girl from part 3 that hol horse lead on, Hol horse is restrained for a lot of this. Rushed!! i am still getting used to writing steamy stuff
Outline: The reader is traveling with the Crusaders and in the hotel in Pakistan reader discovers Hol Horse before everyone else, anger, and a mix of pent-up frustration cloud both men's minds as they confront each other.
What inspired me to write how I did: I have been very much into the rise in popularity of the honda odyssey scene, I love gentle love but I am a sucker for a steamy fight (as well as I could write it anyway)
You wandered down the hotel halls, trying to find any sort of food area or vending machine, you had run out of packed snacks a few days ago and wanted to keep yourself stocked up. However, you have yet to find one or even staff who could help you. As you made your way back to the lobby, just then the bell had rung, and you felt the urge to hang back into the room, something didn’t feel right…
“So the Joestar party is on the third floor? Maybe me and my six-shooter outta pay them a visit.” The gruff voice was complemented by the scent of cigarette smoke giving you a harsh reminder of the blond man who must be in the room. The old woman made her way down the stairs with a gasp. “Ah Hol horse so you’ve come!” her shrill voice held some delight as he kneeled to her level and spoke.
“That's right..” his voice was almost alluring if he hadn’t threatened your lives and your friends just moments ago. As he pulled something from his pockets you felt a hand pull you back around the corner, it was a free cold, and hard hand. Quickly turning with your stand you noticed it was Silver Chariot. It covered your mouth and pointed your head to where Polnareff was on the stairs, he made a shushing motion with his hands as Silver began to lift you while climbing the wall you had just hidden behind. Your stand began to help up the wall and just in time just as Enyaba ran into the room crying. Hol Horse follows behind her.
Each stand pressed you against the wall as your hands reached for your mouth to hush any sounds you might make. The conversation between the two was hard to follow as the piecing voice of Enyaba was hard to focus on. As they spoke you heard Enyaba mention her son and being friends with Hol Horse…Were the two of them working together? Was Enyaba a stand user of her own?
Glancing back to the duo talking very loudly it truly dawned on you how fucked you were. You couldn’t stay this high on the ceiling for much longer as both stands will get tired soon. And eventually, someone will look up.
That’s when a saving grace came as Polnareff’s voice rang out with the small bell on the lobby counter. Hol horse ran deeper into the room as Enyaba ran out to help. Silver Chariot floated you down to the ground as your stand materialized behind Hol horse grabbing his arms against his torso and holding an iron grip on him. His face twisted in shock as he stared up at you walking over.
He coughed as your looming figure practically had a darkness radiating. “Hey! Hey, I’m sure a smart man like you is willing to work out a deal, I can give you any info you want just, ya know let me out! You’re a lot stronger than I thought…” his voice trailed off as he struggled against your stand. “You are a coward Hol Horse! Using any person possible to get what you want!” Your stand squeezed him tighter as you remembered watching him ride away on a horse from all of you after leaving behind the young girl who sacrificed herself for him.
He had thrown out comments about wishing to see you again that made you flush with anger at the coward in front of you. “What kind of deal cowboy? Just what do you think will convince me to let you go still intact?” Hol Horse stuck his leg out attempting to pull you closer, “I just wanna make you feel good, (Name)!” He tilted his head to the side scanning your face, “Won't you let me?” His voice was husky as he did his best to lean forward to your face. You scoffed, “As if I would enjoy myself with a coward like you, you seem like a selfish lover anyway.” Hol horse's face became angry before a smile began to spread.
“But you’re entertaining this whole idea anyway, it's been almost a month of not getting any kind of attention, especially the special attention I know you’ve been needin'.” Your body felt hot with anger and embarrassment he was right, sharing rooms with at least one other person the past few weeks had cut your alone time down significantly. While you threw flirty comments around with Polnareff and Avdol nothing would progress past long stare-downs in shared hotel rooms. “You wouldn’t keep toying with the idea of being with me if you didn’t need it.” Neither of you could admit to wanting the other.
“You know you keep, ugh tightening your stand but I’m likin’ it.” In a moment of disgust, your stands grip on the man loosened and he took his chance to leap at you. You both fly backwards landing on the ground with Hol horse landing on top of you. His lips stuck to yours and just as quickly his hands went up your shirt caressing your sides. You practically melted at the contact you’ve gone a long time without someone else touching you besides getting punched a few times this trip. His hands had slight calluses that slightly scratched your skin.
Your hands tangled in his dirty blond hair as your core burned at the feeling of his hard-on pressed against yours. Everything felt electric the hate you had for the man on top of you made everything so much more intense. His hips moved against yours as he pulled away, “Come on, a man like you deserves to just let go.” The movement got harsher as you wrapped your legs around his hips, you wanted to be selfish and feel more and more. Once more a yell could be heard as Polnareff called your name as he ran to the back room you were in. Just as fast as everything started Hol Horse grabbed his hat and made a break for a second side door you had missed.
“Sorry there sweetheart! Maybe next time you’ll get me in full glory!” frustration bubbled in your stomach as Polnareff finally made it to the room and joined your side with a look of confusion.
A/N: A Josuke x Male reader fic. Just a bunch of angst and comfort at the end. Fear of abandonment from Josuke's end.
"You're not leaving are you?"
Josuke tremored, wanting that little bit of reassurance from Y/N. He always feared that the day would come where Y/N left him. Y/N wasn't leaving him at all, it was just Josuke overthinking things in his mind.
He reached a hand up, rubbing his own throat. Trying to soothe the aching feeling he felt. His breathing quickened slightly, awaiting a response from Y/N as he anxiously watched him.
Y/N walked over to the other male, sitting him down on his couch gently before cupping his cheeks gently, shaking his head. "No. I'm never going to leave you. I promise, I'd never leave you without a good reason, everyone makes mistakes. None of that was your fault." He reassured him, his thumbs rubbing over his cheeks gently. "Try to calm down...deep breaths. In, and out. Follow me.." he mumbled.
Josuke fixated his gaze on the other, starting to slowly calm down to get his breathing in sync with his boyfriends. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his tears roll down his cheeks shamelessly. He placed his hand over Y/N's, smiling slightly as he opened his eyes, wiping his tears. "Thank you.." he croaked softly.
Y/N nods, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "It's alright my love. I love you very much, do not worry." He hummed, wrapping his arms around the other, Josuke hugging back tightly.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts recently, we've both been busy. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, I'll be posting a Hawks headcanons soon as per requested.
Jonathan Joestar and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, with a bond that burned bright like a celestial flame, illuminating their lives with warmth and tenderness. Their love stood strong, a steadfast pillar that lifted their spirits and fueled their resilience in the face of life's challenges. However, fate, a fickle and unpredictable force, had a heart-wrenching twist in store for them.
Tragedy descended upon their lives with a forceful blow, leaving devastation in its wake. Jonathan was caught in the grip of an accident, an event that not only shattered his physical well-being but also tore him away from the memories he held dear. In the sterile confines of the hospital room, Y/N stood present, his heart burdened with an overwhelming sense of distress.
The air in the room was heavy with the weight of uncertainty as Y/N watched over Jonathan, his eyes filled with anguish and worry. Every beep of the machines and hushed whispers of medical professionals deepened his sense of helplessness. He longed to hold on to the memories they had created together, cherishing the moments that now seemed like fragile wisps slipping through their fingers.
The room echoed with Y/N's whispered words, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and unconditional love.
"Jonathan... Please, my love, hear my voice. It’s me, your beloved. Please, remember..."
Jonathan's eyes, once filled with tender affection, now reflected confusion and distance. Y/N's heart ached, knowing that the connection they had forged was drifting away, replaced by a void resembling a fragmented puzzle yet to be reassembled.
“Y/N was it…? I’m sorry. I can’t seem to remember anything between me and you..” he spoke, his voice soft and quiet, nothing being able to jog his memory.
Y/N watched his partner, absolutely heartbroken, giving a small nod in response as he reached over, grabbing his hand gently and rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. “That’s alright Jojo, it isn’t your fault..” he whispered, smiling slightly. Silent tears cascaded down his cheeks like small raindrops, reflecting the depth of his sorrow. With each sob that escaped his trembling lips, echoed the longing in his heart, aching for the return of the precious memories they had once shared.
Jonathan watched, unsure of what to do. He reached a hand up, wiping the tears from Y/N’s face. “Please don’t cry. We’ll figure this out. I promise.” He reassured him, offering a small smile, enjoying the warm touch of Y/N.
Jonathan's comforting touch brought a flicker of comfort to Y/N's heart. It was in that fleeting moment that the warmth and tenderness they once shared surged through their veins. Y/N clung to Jonathan's words, finding strength in his unwavering promise and the glimmer of hope they held.
Time passed, transforming mere days into weeks, and weeks into months. Y/N stood resolute, a constant source of strength and support, even in the midst of Jonathan's fragmented recollections. Their love acted as a guiding light, leading them through the journey of restoration, one step at a time.
Their fingers intertwined, creating a physical connection. They shared tales of shared adventures, whispered secrets, and the sweetness of stolen kisses. With patience and tenderness, Y/N painted vibrant pictures of the past, weaving a tapestry of memories for Jonathan to hold onto tightly, like a lifeline in the vast sea of forgotten moments.
As the sun began to set on yet another day of their arduous journey, Y/N sat by Jonathan's side, their fingers interlaced, and gazed out at the horizon, painted with hues of golden-pink. The air grew heavy with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as they embraced the silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
“Jonathan...do you feel it? The warmth of the setting sun, the gentle whispers of the wind…”
Jonathan turned his head to meet Y/N's gaze, a flicker of recognition illuminating his eyes, like a distant star carving through the night sky.
“Yes...I feel it, Y/N. I may not remember everything, but this spot rings a bell..I love you…”
Y/N felt his heart soar with a mingling of hope and tenderness at Jonathan's words. He leaned in closer, their lips barely brushing against each other, as if on the precipice of an infinite promise.
Jonathan's thumb gently caressed Y/N's cheek, wiping away a single teardrop that escaped, a testament to the bittersweet symphony of their journey.
"Y/N, I may have forgotten the details, the intricate threads that once wove our lives together. But I will never forget the way you make me feel, the unwavering love that emanates from your very being. As we continue on this path.”
dkdjf jotaro and younger brother again? but this time- reader (maybe around 5) giving jotaro his favorite stuffed animal (reader thinks of it as his good luck charm --) when jotaro and the others leave for egypt??
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Jotaro with a little brother giving him a good luck charm.
when you hand him the stuffed animal he thinks you just want to play with him
"I can't play with you right now I'm leaving very soon, we can play the second I get back."
he tried to hand it back to you but you just pushed it closer to him
"no, I want you to take it, for good luck getting mama back."
he's going to crumble
it's your favorite stuffed animal and for you to give it up for 50 days to wish him luck makes him so happy and sorta sad
he holds it to his chest and premises to keep it safe
the whole trip he keeps it in his jacket pocket and at night he will keep it on the bedside table in the hotel or keeps it on a pillow
having a small piece of home with him keeps him going
when things are slow he reaches into his pocket just to feel the fur on the stuffed animal
I finally had time to watch stone ocean and DAMN anasuis hot. Like his hair is so ,,,,,,, I'm enamoured
Can I request anasui x he/him reader who really likes to hold hands and stuff and play with his hair,,,
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he is over the moon you like physical contact
especially such close contact
he practically melts whenever you start playing with his hair and if someone comes by your cells they are practically burned alive by his energy
he is over the moon you like physical contact
especially such close contact
anasui def is the type to steal clothes and not tell you until you see him in a jacket you got just a few months ago reappear, but on his body days later
he excuses it by saying the two of course you are married and it is normal for married couples to use each other's things!
he's one for doubles standards when it comes to you but in this case, he practically leaves his clothes around for you to wear hoping you will get the hint
If he spots you wearing something of his he goes crazy cause its a symbol of your toos loves for you to wear his things it's like you are yelling to the world that you love him, just as he does literally
heyyyy how about some DIO x really fucking stupid reader?
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DIO with a really stupid boyfriend!
he loves you a lot
he loves also that you sorta just follow him around letting him take the lead with most things because you just don't know what's going on
he doesn't mind explaining things to you and sometimes he'll lie to make himself look better to get praise from you and to have you on his side
plus with you, he can play family when coming home to you and you don't question anything like how he's a vampire or why there seems to be a faint line of stitches across his next
it's the home he didn't have as a child and it was easy with you
