Can I please request stardust crusaders x a reader who’s stand is very powerful and intimidating but reader is girly and isn’t scared of her stand even if it’s literally ryuk from death note
Stardust Crusaders x Reader!With a powerful stand🩷
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summary -> your stand is horrifying to look at and insanely powerful.. and it’s the sdc first time meeting it.
characters -> jotaro kujo, joseph joestar, muhammed avdol, jean pierre polnareff, noriaki kakyoin.
rating -> SFW.
notes -> yes i’m writing this instead of revising for history paper 2 on tuesday 😬 if i don’t get into uni im blaming this amazing request that i couldn’t help but write🥹
wc -> 1.4k.
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the stardust crusaders had spent gruelling hours traveling, exhausted from yet another stand battle. sand clung to their clothes, sweat dampened their skin, and tempers were beginning to fray.
well… almost everyone’s. you skipped ahead of the group, completely unbothered, a pink ribbon bouncing in your hair as you gently detangled some knots from your hair.
“look!” you chirped. “a flower!” everyone stared. there wasn’t a flower. there was a dead bush.
“that’s a shrub,” jotaro said flatly, continuing to walk on.
you gasped dramatically, a pout forming on your face. “it was a flower in my heart.”
jotaro pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling “good grief”, as usual.
joseph laughed through the hardship, resting his palms on his knees for a break. “kid, how are you still cheerful? we’ve nearly died three times today.”
you only smiled brightly, a new found spring in your step as you pull him back up. “because being sad won’t make the trip any shorter.” you remark, your arm tangled in his as you drag him along.
kakyoin chuckled softly at your matter-of-fact tone, and even polnareff immediately sorted himself out.
“you see guys? that’s the wisdom i keep trying to encourage! we should all learn from her!”
“..you’re literally the most dramatic person here,” avdol mumbled, the rest of the group continuing to stumble forward.
so trapped in the haze of the heat, nobody noticed the danger until it was already there.
a strange pressure settled over the air. it was heavy, oppressive.. almost, wrong?
avdol stopped first, his expression hardening. “everyone..”, he whispered, the others instantly becoming alert.
“what is that thing?” kakyoin asked, the caution of the foreign feeling evident in his tone.
the ground trembled beneath everyone, a low growl echoing through the desert. it wasn’t a machine, but by far not an animal.
it was something else.. something powerful.
that was when the sand erupted, blasting a wave of dust down the crusaders eyes and throats. it seemed like the massive creature emerged from beneath the earth.
its body towered nearly fifteen feet tall, jet-black armor covering up its true form. razor-sharp claws dragged through the sand, leaving craters the size of cars, with a face that resembled a skeletal dragon.
dozens of crimson eyes opened across its body, leaking out a wider pressure from what was already overwhelming.
star platinum appeared instantly beside jotaro, as the others followed suit. however, the monster simply stood there. like it was watching.. waiting.
the crusaders immediately assumed the worst.
“is that even a stand?!” avdol shouted, joseph’s eyes widening over how his smartest friend couldn’t even tell what it was.
“whose stand is that?!” kakyoin pelted out, as the creature slowly turned, it’s crimson eyes landing on you.
the group tensed as the monster took a step forward, then another. each footfall sent ripples though the sand.
the group swallowed hard and leant back, prepared to attack as the creature finally reached you.
then- you smiled.
“hello, sweetheart!” the creature immediately lowered its enormous head into your hands, like a puppy greeting its owner.
on the other side of you? silence. pure, utter silence.
you patted its skull affectionately, peppering kisses across its face.
“there you are! shy little thing, ain’t ya?” you coo into its ear, smile bursting across your face.
the horrifying beast let out a ‘happy’ rumble as its face now fully nuzzled into your shoulder like an oversized cat.
the crusaders stared in utter disbelief, until joseph pointed and broke the silence. “w-what is THAT?!”
you blinked innocently, almost forgetting they were there in the first place. “oh!” you looked up. “this is my stand.”
the group collectively froze. “THE FUCK YOU MEAN THAT’S YOUR STAND?!” polnareff screeched like a girl, in which you only nodded.
nobody could process this, you looked like someone who belonged in a cute fashion magazine. you wore ribbons, you collected stickers, you cried when you saw baby animals.
and somehow.. your stand looked like the final boss of the apocalypse.
the contrast nearly gave joseph a heart attack, but jotaro stared at the stand. the stand stared back, just as intrigued. the pressure it emitted was unlike anything he’d felt before.
“what does it do?” jotaro finally asked, causing you to think for a moment.
you smiled, turning to face them. “it kills things.”polnareff laughed nervously, “that’s a joke.”
“no?” the smile never left your face. “it kills things.”
kakyoin was the one to speak up this time. “i mean yes, so do ours, but that’s the consequence of their fighting technique. it can’t just kill…?”
the crusaders suddenly weren’t laughing anymore. avdol narrowed his eyes, worried about what he’s brought into the group, demanding an explanation.
you nodded, “okay.” you patted your stand again, its crimson eyes fading into a soft pink love-filled shade.
“the stand is called abyss garden.” the air became colder, as if the weather was also perplexed by such a sweet name for such a horrific being. “and it can destroy almost anything it touches.”
everyone’s expressions darkened, the same question all on their minds… anything?
“well, physical matter.”
as if on que, a claw lightly scraped against a nearby boulder. and just like that, the stone instantly vanished. it didn’t shatter, didn’t brake, it was just.. gone, erased. like it had never existed there in the first place.
the boulder had genuinely disappeared completely, not even dust or a dent in the sand remained.
you smiled sheepishly, the stand hiding behind you, almost wary of its own power. well, attempted to hide, despite being fifteen feet tall.
“but, it’s actually really shy! only comes out when i want it to.. or wants feeding.”
the crusaders nearly lost their minds at that last comment. “SHY?!” polnareff shouted, his eyebrows standing almost as upright as his hair.
the monster timidly peeked around your shoulder, its countless eyes blinking innocently in all directions.
the image was absurd. a nightmare creature capable of erasing matter from existence… acting bashful because strangers were looking at it.
you responded by scratching its jaw, to which the creature practically purred.
kakyoin was the only one who seemed intrigued by the interaction, and not sweating buckets. “how are you not frightened of it?”
you tilted your head in his direction, “why would i be?” the stand proved your point by lowering itself beside you, the massive body it owned curled protectively around yours.
you leaned against it comfortably, a lazy hand running down its body. “it’s always been nice to me.”
everyone stared. “nice”..? that word did not belong anywhere near this monster.
avdol studied the stand carefully. “powerful stands often reflect aspects of their users.” that comment sent everyone slowly turning around toward you, then back toward the giant nightmare dragon.
polnareff quirked an eyebrow, “no offense.. but you are literally the cutest person i’ve ever met.”
“none taken, and thank you!” you beam, a giddy look on your face.
“but…” he continued, “your stand looks like it crawled out of hell itself.”
you nodded with a simple shrug, “that’s fair.” you hummed, not thinking into the logistics to much.
nobody had an explanation, not even avdol with his wisdom or kakyoin with his studies. not even jotaro who acts like he knows everything. the contradiction simply just made no sense.
then, their attention shifted to a hidden enemy stand user bursting from the sand. he’d been waiting. watching, listening until the groups attention was moved, and now he was attacking.
the crusaders reacted immediately, but they were a second too slow. as the enemy lunged straight toward you, before anyone could stop him- abyss garden moved.
the desert exploded once again, but this time the monster was beside you, then the next, it was standing behind the attacker.
nobody had even seen it move. a tentative claw touched the enemy’s shoulder, causing the man to freeze in his exact spot as his eyes were sent rolling to the back of his head.
then in the same strain of the moment, he vanished instantly. erased, gone from existence, just as you said.
the crusaders stood motionless, the overwhelming power of your stand was undeniable. even jotaro’s eyes widened slightly, a very rare reaction.
your stand returned to your side with a happy tip-toe, the usually terrifying form seeming rather relaxed and calm.
you smiled brightly at your stand as you hugged its enormous arm, a soft hand scratching it once again.
“good job!” you beamed with a high-pitched tone, the nightmare monster practically melting under the praise.
everyone watched in stunned disbelief. a being powerful enough to erase people from existence…and all it wanted was affection from the cute girl holding its hand.
jotaro adjusted his hat, mumbling “good grief.”, and for once, nobody disagreed with him.
characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo (part 4), Female Reader
rating: NSFW
Jonathan Joestar
He’s an Adonis with a heart of gold and he will make sure to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your life. Do not be intimidated by his impressive size, he will take all the time for you to be ready and will go nice and slow.
Once in the heat of the moment, he will go as hard or soft as you want. Your pleasure comes first and seeing how good you feel is enough for him to come undone. He’s incredibly passionate and romantic. He’ll make it his mission to have you come multiple times.
Do not expect him to be a missionary only type of man. Once he gets comfortable he’s likely to want to learn and try every sex position he can and perfect it, too. And he has the stamina and sheer raw power that’ll support it.
Joseph Joestar
Oh, you’re in for a very fun time. Joseph is naturally playful, mischievous, and naughty. He will have you smiling and giggling as he playfully wrestles you, but after pinning you down things are going to get very heated.
Bodies can make weird noises, people can bump heads…whatever embarrassing thing that could happen during sex you don’t have to worry about it with Joseph. He’ll simply laugh it off and make you feel at ease or he’ll be so into whatever you two are doing he won’t notice.
Kink is inevitable with him. Crossdressing, sissification, pegging, spanking, brat taming (he’s the brat), using Hamon. And don’t worry when he cums before you, he can go for rounds and rounds and rounds…
Don’t be surprised if he asks for Caesar to join, too.
Jotaro Kujo
They were talking about Jotaro Kujo when they came up with “tall, dark, and handsome” and he’s as stoic as they come. But if you’re lucky enough to find yourself in his bed…well, this means he trusts you deeply and quite possibly even loves you.
Don’t expect him to show the same dominance he does with an enemy stand user though. He will be completely submissive to you. Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, peg him. Surrendering complete control to you is the moment of reverie he needs from his stressful life.
He doesn’t make a lot of noise apart from muffled groans, moans, and whimpers but he’s a sucker for dirty talk. So call him a good boy and tell him he takes you so well and he’ll be ready to come undone.
cw: gn reader, alien reader, fluff, post-bt joseph, no beta
wc: 2,038
Joseph Joestar has seen a lot of inexplicable things in his time: Hamon, Pillarmen, the stone masks, the Red Stone of Aja. But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw now.
The Speedwagon Foundation had discovered an unidentified object on course to near where Joseph and Lisa Lisa live in New York, and they’d called to alert him. The only problem being nobody has any clue what it is. And even looking at it with his own two eyes, neither does Joseph.
A large metal disk with a spherical bulge in the middle lay in the field. It seems to be beyond any modern science, even that of Von Stroheim. But what is it?
The top of the sphere lifts, and he prepares himself for anything. If whatever is in there is hostile, it could have powers he won’t know how to defend against.
Instead of some gruesome threat, your head pops out. You have almost bug-like antennae, and your skin is an unnatural shade Joseph’s never seen before.
“Oh, a human!” you chirp, quickly scrambling from your ship.
As you approach him, he steps back, his clacker balls at the ready. “Woah, stay back there,” he says. “What exactly are you? And what is that?” He angles his head to your spaceship.
You stand a few feet away from him, and he notices what you’re wearing: a metallic suit, nothing like he’s ever seen on Earth. “My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I’m a Nevarian from the planet Rudalia. I seek to live here on Earth. And who are you?”
“An alien?” he says with a snort. “You really expect me to believe that?”
“It’s true. I really did come from another planet.” You tilt your head at him. Your antennae pick up a strange energy coming from him.“Then how do you speak English so well?” He raises an eyebrow, and the energy only intensifies.
“Scanners and receivers have allowed me to implant knowledge of your language into my brain. It’s very efficient.”
He glares at you, still skeptical. “Fine. Let’s say you are an alien. Why do you want to live on Earth?”
“My home planet has grown hostile,” you tell him. “I heard there are people on Earth like me, with strange powers.”
“Like Hamon?”
“I don’t know what Hamon is, but if it’s a power, then yes, I suppose.” The crackling energy around him subsides a bit, and you relax at the lessened tension. “I can sense the emotions of others,” you explain. “That’s what my antennae do.”
“Sure it is,” he mutters. “My name is Joseph Joestar, and you’re going to come with me and my associates so we can verify that you’re not a threat.”
You step towards him, and he immediately steps back. “I thought you wanted me to follow you?”
“Right,” he mutters. “Just- come on.”
* * *
After running a few tests at the Speedwagon Foundation, Joseph begrudgingly concludes that you’re not a danger to anyone. But still . . . an alien with emotion-sensing powers showing up on Earth was never something he expected to be dealing with. And of course, because he’s “reliable and can defend himself with Hamon”, he’s the one who has to babysit this alien, just to make sure you don’t cause any trouble.
“Don’t touch anything,” Joseph says as you follow him into his apartment. It’s a nice space, but a bit small for two people. “You’re going to sleep on the couch. And I’ll have to ask the Foundation to get you some real clothes.”
“What’s wrong with my spacesuit?” you ask.
“Nobody here dresses like that,” Joseph says. “You’ll thank me later.” He glances at you again, his eyes drifting to your antennae. “Though I’m not sure what to do about those.” He throws a blanket and pillow on the couch. “That’s a problem for later. Real Earth clothes will be here for you when you wake up. You do sleep, right?”
You nod. “My species requires ten Earth hours of sleep every night.”
“Ten?!” he exclaims. “Oh, this is going to be a nightmare.” You settle on the couch, pulling the blanket over you. “You sleep in that thing?”
“What else am I supposed to sleep in? Goodnight, Joseph.”
“Night,” he says, going to his room.
* * *
Joseph Joestar is incredibly screwed. Not only is he stuck living with an alien, but that alien is cute! He can’t believe himself. You’re a potential threat to him and his family, but all he can think about is how wide your eyes became at the mention of Hamon, how they twinkled when you learned that people on his planet also possess strange powers. What is he supposed to do with himself?
There’s no way in hell he’s going to let himself fall for you. You’re just cute, that’s all. He doesn’t know anything else about you. Hopefully you have a dreadful personality that will balance out your appearance. Yeah, that must be the case. Everything will be just fine.
* * *
Everything is not, in fact, fine the next morning when Joseph wakes up and sees you still asleep on his couch. Your antennae are slightly twisted, the blanket is pulled all the way up to your chin, and your expression is one of such peace and contentment that it isn’t his fault he’s staring.
It’s just a silly infatuation. Nothing serious. He’ll get over it soon. He’s Joseph Joestar, after all.
You wake up three hours after him. It feels good to get some real sleep in a comfortable spot, considering you’d been sleeping in your spaceship for a few weeks.
“You weren’t lying about needing tons of sleep,” he says. “It’s nearly noon.” You stare up at him, unblinking, as he speaks. After you wake up, your antennae and other internal systems need to catch up. “Uh . . . you hungry?”
After another few seconds, you’re done waking up. “I’ve never had Earth food before,” you tell him. “Is it good?”
“Some’s great, some’s worse than dogshit. But I happen to be a great chef.” As he speaks, he tries to crack an egg into a frying pan, only to completely miss. The yolk and white land on the floor. He mutters to himself as he hastily tries to scoop it into his hands, but ends up slipping on the residue it leaves behind.
“Do all chefs do that?” you ask.
He can’t tell if you’re genuinely asking or making fun of him. “What would you know?” he mutters. “If you’re so smart, why don’t you try it?”
“What do I do?” You stand from the couch, ready to take him up on that challenge.
“Just crack the egg and drop it in the pan. But you can’t get any little pieces of the shell mixed in, either.”
Carefully, you hit the egg on the edge of the pan, then watch as the white and yolk drop down. “We don’t have food like this on my planet,” you say. “What does this taste like?”
“You’ll see,” he huffs, clearly a bit bitter at your easily cracking the egg.
The egg is good, but Joseph swears up and down that there’s better food on Earth you have to experience. “Just trust me on this one,” he tells you. “The café down the street makes the absolute best pastries.” He steps back to inspect you; you’ve changed into the Earth clothes the Speedwagon Foundation bought you, just a simple T-shirt, pants, and shoes. “Well, you almost look like a human,” Joseph remarks. “The only problem is these.” He reaches up to flick one of your antennae, making you giggle at the sensation.
“They’re ticklish,” you explain when he gives you a funny look.
“We have to find some way to hide them. They’re too conspicuous.” He looks around the room, trying to think of an idea. “Do you think you could tolerate a hat?” Before you can answer, he’s grabbing a beanie from a hook and placing it on your head. He gently tucks your antennae underneath while you try to stifle your laughs. “Is this fine?” he asks. His voice is softer now, and his face is so close to yours . . .
You feel your face heat up, your antennae twitching slightly under the hat. “Yeah, I’ll manage,” you mumble. You didn’t realize that humans could be so handsome.
Joseph is in a similar dilemma. He’d thought you were cute before, but now, seeing you in Earth clothes . . . It was such a simple outfit, but he feels his heart beating faster and the tips of his ears heating up. Who the hell decided aliens should be so adorable?
Without another word, Joseph turns to leave the apartment, and you follow behind him. He leads you down the street to the café, his hand hovering at your back just in case . . . ok, maybe he just wants an excuse to touch you. He opens the door for you, the cashier giving him a smile.
“I suggest the chocolate-filled croissant,” Joseph tells you. “But you can be boring and go for something else.”
Your eyes practically sparkle as you take in all the sweets behind the display case. Your planet didn’t have anything like this. Despite Joseph’s suggestion, your eyes drift to a slice of cake. “That one,” you say, pointing.
“Tiramisu?” he questions. “Really?”You nod, and the cashier gets it for you. Joseph orders a chocolate-filled croissant, and after he pays, the two of you sit down at a table. You immediately dig into the slice of tiramisu, your eyes lighting up at the taste. It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before. He watches you eat for a bit, his eyes uncharacteristically soft, before he starts on his own treat. You’re even cute while eating; it’s so unfair, truly.
* * *
Three weeks. All it takes is three weeks for the self-proclaimed tough guy Joseph Joestar to become utterly smitten with the adorable alien taking up his couch. He really doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore. He feels like his crush on you is becoming too obvious, but there’s a more glaring problem.
“Hey,” he says one night, sitting a painfully respectful distance from you on the couch. You two are watching some essential Earth movies, since he told you that you should at least know about them.
“Yes?” you ask, directing your attention from the screen to him.
Fuck, your eyes are so pretty as you give him a questioning look. He nearly forgets what he was going to say, before he shakes his head to clear it. “How does, um, like, dating work on your planet?”
“Dating?” you question, unfamiliar with the term.
“Like, romantic stuff,” he says, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “Y’know, kissing and going out together.”
“Oh! You mean like a partnership,” you realize.
“That’s what it’s called on your planet?” You nod. “Sounds so . . . formal.”
“As for how it works,” you explain, “one person gives a present to the other, and after a short while of courting, they become partners. I don’t think it’s too different from your Earth ‘dating’.”
“I see,” he mumbles.
“Why do you ask?”Joseph’s face reddens at that. “Well, um, n-no particular reason. Except, maybe . . . I’m considering asking you out.” He says it so quietly that, if it weren’t for your alien hearing, you wouldn’t have even noticed he’d spoken. “And I wanted to do it properly, like how it’s done on your planet.”
“Oh.” Your antennae twitch slightly, picking up the nervousness radiating from him in waves. “I think . . . I would like that very much.”
He grins, his confidence suddenly returning. “Well, you’ll have to wait just a bit so I can get your gift. And then I’ll ask you out properly.”
* * *
Two days later, Joseph hands you what he’s discovered your favorite Earth snack to be. “No need to thank me,” he says as your eyes light up at the food. “All you have to do in thanks is let me take you out on a date.”
“Sure, but let me eat these first.” You flop onto his couch, opening the bag.
“Aren’t you gonna share?” he asks.
You grin, your antennae picking up the joy coming from him. “Not a chance, Jojo.”
a/n: for @theonepiecelazyartist who asked for Joseph!
