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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Jojo Drabble - Trish

※ A story where Trish and you have a make up session.

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You were sitting at the living room table with Trish. You two had a very sisterly bond and had been talking about make up and hair ever since you first met and today, you both finally had the occasion to have a quiet moment to make yourselves up.

With make up, tools and accessories laid all upon the dining table, you pampered your very cute pink-haired friend. Bruno was here as well, deciding to stay with your positive and calm company as he did some paper work.

"Are you sure we won't distract you, Capo?" You asked him with concern and he just smiled.

"No it's fine. I don't want to isolate myself while I work. And people doing their make up is somehow very satisfying to watch." He commented as he sorted his papers, more than ready to get it done and over with.

After a little while of doing each other's hair, you eventually got to your most favourite part of the makeover.

"Okay, done with primer, now... Foundation." You softly spoke and proceeded to apply the product on her face under Bruno's occasional glances.

"What I do usually is, when I'm done blending the foundation, I take a clean damp sponge," You took a sponge that you prepared before hand, acting upon your own instructions. "And I dab it gently on the zones where I get cakey the most."

Just as you said, you gently patted her small and attentive face with the sponge. "Around the mouth, sides of the nose, between the eyebrows, under the eyes, just like this..." you mumbled softly. "That way the sponge drinks up the excess and you won't get patchy throughout the day. I love this technique."

"It kinda feels good. Pat pat pat pat pat~." Trish commented sweetly as you carefully dabbed her face, gently holding her chin for easier work.

You giggled at her cuteness and Bruno bit back a grin at your interraction. He loved to see how you girls acted behind closed doors and how you two were like the family you deserved but didn't have.

Neither Bruno nor Trish would tell you this, but they loved to hear your soft tutoring voice in the silence and to be fair, Bruno would love to be pampered as well some day.

He might ask you later.

The room was silent aside from your occasionnal talking and the sounds of you picking up and putting down tools and brushes on the table. It was very relaxing to Bruno, especially when you girls talked down very softly, airy voices reaching him as he filled his reports, commenting and joking around adorably.

Sometimes he couldn't even understand what you were talking about, or didn't even listen, but just hearing you sweeties was enough to put him at ease. He might just start doing paperwork around you two from now on. It felt much more motivating.

"Okay, now. Don't move..."

Trish stood still as you held her face and carefully traced her eyeliner. Bruno had stopped working to look up at you in anticipation, suddenly intrigued.

He didn't know much about girls' secrets and intimacy since he never grew up around a lot of women, or frequented many, so seeing this was fascinating to him and he couldn't help himself but ponder.

That must be terribly difficult, he thought. You were so incredibly precise and delicate for this fine task, it was like seeing a surgeon at work.

You hovered above Trish, tilting her head back against the seat for stability and your strokes were akin to a painter's. You looked as beautiful when focused as Trish was when closed-eyed.

Were average girls this talented and meticulous? Or were you just that amazing? He was impressed, to say the least.

"Oohhh I did it! I usually suck with eyeliner, I'm so happy. Okay, okay! Now uh... for the lashes... Oh~ this mascara will be great, this one has sparkles in it."

"Wait, what mascara is this?" The rose-head gasped at the beautiful golden and sparkling tube you held.

"It's the..." You took the tube and stared at the reference, squinting at the name. "Volume Million De Cils from L'Oréal. It does wonders."

"Wow! Also, nice accent!" She giggled at you as you striked a pose in pride.

"Merci beaucoup~ Even though you speak the best French of all the gang."

"I beg to differ." Bruno interjected, his eyes not leaving his papers as you two chuckled.

"Oh," You raised one eyebrow at his subtle bragging, "Well, excuuuse me sir. Did Mr. Polnareff praise your skills?"

"Absolutely." He confirmed confidently.

Trish covered her mouth with small hands as she laughed, Bruno smirking and pretending he was too busy writing reports to hear you mocking him and his attitude.

"What are you brats doing? What a mess." Abbachio came up from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand and sat down at the table, joining the three of you.

"Make up." Trish mumbled, trying not to move and mess up your handiwork.

He only grunted in response and took a sip, decising to observe you make up the teenager and judge your skills.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He suddenly barked, startling you and Trish as you were about to paint her lips, "That's not how you do it, you dumbass!"

"Huh?" Your eyes twitched, "And how should I do it then, Mr. Make up artist?" You bit back arrogantly at the male.

"Can you please not start?" Bruno huffed, rubbing his temples to prevent the headache he was sure to get if you all started screaming. You and Abbachio muttered a quick apology before continuing.

"You're supposed to use a lip liner you dumb fuck. Here, move it." Abbachio got up and carefully chose a lip liner from the stash before harshly grabbing Trish's chin.

"Ow!" Complained the small girl as she was unnecessarily manhandled by this brute.

"Here. Like this." He traced the outlines of her lips with surprising expertise, as if he had done this his entire life, which he probably did. "See? It's not that hard. And only THEN, can you blend the liner with the actual lipstick. It's literally common sense."

"And who are you?! That's MY make up, I do whatever I want!" You slapped his arm and tried to push him away from your stash, all in vain as he remained still as a pillar.

"Shut up. Be grateful I'm giving you lessons. Thank me when your lipstick finally stays for more than an hour and doesn't make you look like you've sucked five dicks in a row or whatever."

"BRUNO, TELL HIM TO LEAVE US ALONE!!" You whined, personnally attacked, and Bruno sighed, his headache rightfully appointed by now.

"Leone, just... Let the girls play..."

And so he did. Thankfully.

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bamsywrites · 3 years

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Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too. That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away. “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

#kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #jjba #jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro #jojo #stardust crusaders

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Multiple Character Work: an s/o Pulling them into Dancing

TW // none

This was a request by @memory-mortis , I wish I still could answer to it directly but Tumblr is a dick. Enjoy the answer hun, hope you like it! <3

Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio with an s/o who pulls them into dancing, fem!s/o

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

You felt incredibly good. The music was something you had needed for so much time, considering all the bad events that had happened lately. You kinda knew that all the eyes were on you, there was who was smiling, who was following the rythm of the music. And then there was your boyfriend.

May it be because he was tired, may it be because he was too focused on your moves. But he wasn't absolutely dancing. It was funny to finally dance after all that time. But after you had fell in love with him, you felt like dancing with him could have been even better.

If you could only convince him...

KUJO JOTARO

You approached him, with a sly smile on your face. Jotaro willingly ignored you. You were in the middle of the desert and had found a working radio which was playing good music? It all looked too weird, to him. An enemy stand user who was try to make them let their guard down? It was night, and the six of you were getting ready to sleep, after a long day. But the music was inside of you, right now.

You started dancing around, jumping around Joseph and Polnareff, who were laughing, twirling all around Kakyoin while Avdol was clapping his hands. They also looked incredibly pleased, thanks to the music. But Jotaro, your boyfriend, was a mixture between kind and shocked. He was so stressed, poor boy, and you could tell by how he was staring at the radio.

"A... A radio enemy stand which makes people go crazy..." he was mumbling, while you were getting closer to him, wanting to take his hands in yours and pulling you into dancing with you. As soon as you were close enough to be in his range of action, he suddenly summoned Star Platinum, scaring you to death. You fell on the soft desert sand, looking at him in shock.

"J-Jotaro...?" he just stood there, angrily staring at you.

"Y/n. Are you being possessed by this enemy stand?" Star Platinum was just right in front of you, as you shook your head and swallowed. The crusaders were as shocked as you were. Jotaro was too stressed. After all, his mother's life was in danger and all he could think about was defeating Dio. After he understood what was going on, his stand disappeared, and he hid his face under his black hat. "Nevermind. Sorry."

You stood up, getting closer to him again. This time, instead of grabbing his hands, you took off his hat, putting it on your own head. It was too big for you, it fell on your eyes. You smiled to him.

"It's okay, JoJo. You can never know where an enemy might be. You've been careful, and that's always good." you wrapped your arms around his torso. "I just really, really wanna dance with the boy I love." The ordinary Jotaro would have never done it, but this Jotaro, so nervous, maybe needed it.

You took him by the hand, and pulled him away from his thoughts, gently moving his arms on the rythm of the music. His hands moved directly on your waist, and you smiled. This caused a bunch of whispered comments from the others.

"Oh my god."

"Ooh la la."

Jotaro killed Joseph and Jean Pierre with his gaze, but then went back at watching you. He held you closer, and you swore you saw a smile on him.

"Didn't know you were this good at dancing." You commented, caressing his neck.

"This is not... good." Jotaro snorted. "It's just dancing, y/n."

"Mind letting me decide whether this is good or not, Kujo?" at this answer of yours, he answered with a smirk. You broke the perfect dancing pose, to hug him tight and stand on tiptoe, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

"Thank you for dancing with me, JoJo."

"How cute, a kiss~" Joseph teased his grandson.

"Oh, l'amour." Jotaro killed his grandpa and his french friend, afterwards.

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE

The slight pain of an elbow on his arm and the sound of a raspy voice woke him up from his daydreaming. He'd never tried to go in a dance club. It was quite a mess.

"Oi Josuke." the boy huffed. "Your girlfriend over there is staring at you. She's totally hot, you should go, she looks like she wants to dance, huh Josuke?" you were, in fact, dancing around, kinda staring at him. But he was there with his best friend. You would have annoyed him, maybe?

"Okuyasu, are you hungry?" Josuke asked, staring at you from afar but talking to his bestie.

"Yes, like a lot."

"Fantastic." Josuke smirked. "I am not. How about you go eating something? Mh?" his best friend's eyes widened.

"Oooh... I understand, Josuke." unbelievable. "Have fun Josuke, okay Josuke? Bye J o s u k e e e ...."

As soon as he left, you kinda decided it was your time to shine. And he was slightly smiling, too.

"JoJo!" You approached your boyfriend wiggling your hips around - more or less like the iconic Suzi Q approaching Joseph -, and then rested your hands on his chest, right on the heart shaped unbuttoned part of his uniform. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Ah..." Josuke tried to play the victim, to make you baby him. "My best friend said he had better things to do and left me alone..."

"Yeah, right..." you teased him and gently kissed him, ignoring the voices of jealous girls behind you who would have wanted to be you. "You don't like it here?"

"I've never been in a dance club... 's pretty chaotic."

"Yes, but the good thing is you can be yourself without getting judged. Just dance, Josuke." you grabbed the hands he was resting on your back, and brought them to your hips.

As soon as you pulled Josuke with you, not in the middle of the crowd - you still wanted your intimacy with him -, but not too far, you felt someone pushing you, making you stumble on Josuke's feet. Luckily, he caught you just in time not to make you fall. You decided not to turn around. You just smiled, pissed off.

"Who pushed me, Josuke?" the boy watched. He saw a girl, he didn't know her, though.

"Someone jealous, I think." he just answered, giggling and holding you tighter while moving with you on the music.

Nobody in the dance club saw it coming, but Josuke knew pretty well what you were doing, seeing your stand pop up behind you and punching that girl. He laughed, and that made you the happiest. "Maybe we should look surprised?" he suggested. You shook your head.

"Nah, nevermind..." your hands moved to his shoulders, and you kissed him again, while you were dancing.

The only ones to dance, to be honest. Everyone was being shocked about the girl who had been punched by your stand - nobody could see it -, and everyone's eyes were on the couple who was ignoring her. You two. Josuke blushed a little, but he had to admit that night with you in the dance club was priceless.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You were shocked. Bucciarati had asked to put such a cute music at Libeccio's purposely for the gang to relax a bit. Even Abbacchio was quietly humming on the music. But Narancia, a known music lover and great dancer, was just sitting at the table, his fork wandering around his plate, not wanting to eat.

Probably wanting to dance, but holding back. Why was he holding back? Even you, his girlfriend, were dancing, and he was just there, almost sad looking. From afar, you gestured him into joining you, but he just tried to avoid your gaze.

You then got worried and curious about what was he thinking about, and you reached for him.

"Oi... Nara?" you kneeled down, next to his chair, and kissed him on his cheek. "Won't you join us? Won't you join me?" He looked at you. You could tell he wanted to dance, too.

"Y/n... why do you want me to dance with you?" you got a little taken aback by his question. "I'm still trying to figure out why did you choose me over someone like Bruno or Abbacchio..." your expression softened.

"I chose you over them..." you hugged him to make him stand up from the chair. "...because it's you who I like, Narancia. Very easy. And I'd rather dance once with you than a million times with them. Understood?" you kissed his forehead, cheeks and nose. He smiled shyly.

"Are you sure we can dance together, then?" Narancia asked. You noticed how Bucciarati was actually listening to your conversation. He was thinking about how to thank you later for making Narancia happy and confident about himself again.

"It's you the real dance machine, come dance wi-" you saw Aerosmith flying over your head, and as you noticed it, Narancia had already disappeared.

You turned around and saw him dancing like he had wanted to do that for hours, Aerosmith flying all around him happily, hitting the rythm of the music with its user. You immediately joined him, but you were more focused on looking at how happy he was. Narancia was your ray of sunshine, you couldn't hold back from hugging him while he was dancing, so he could lead you and do the same dance steps with you.

As you two danced together, your two stands could be seen having fun together on the rythm. Bucciarati was laughing, Giorno was happily smiling, Fugo and Abbacchio humming the music along with the radio. Mista tried to stand up to join you and Narancia, but Abbacchio grabbed his blue turtleneck, pulling him back on his chair.

You couldn't understand if it was because he didn't want another idiot to dance or if he actually wanted you and Narancia to enjoy your moment together. Trish was sitting on the table, yelling for a good cause.

"Won't we get to see a kiss between you two?"

Narancia had never felt comfortable in kissing on your lips in front of the gang, but he was so excited thanks to the music, that he just got closer to you, pressing his lips on yours. You felt your cheeks go on fire, but you were happy that Narancia was happy, too.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

Narancia and Mista were dancing, their music so loud everyone even outside could hear it, you dancing along with them. Too many times you pretended to stumble on your boyfriend's foot, slouched on the couch, with his eyes closed and his headphones on, just to get his attention. But he just ignored you.

You grew tired of waiting for Abbacchio to care about you stumbling on his foot, and just did what you knew he hated. You didn't actually do nothing weird, just sat next to him, without him noticing. The two boys who were dancing immediately understood what you wanted to do.

"Oh, Mista, try to put your hands around my waist, so we can dance better." Mista and Narancia were quietly giggling.

"Mmmm." was the only sound Abbacchio produced, angrily opening an eye, just to see you were sitting next to him, luckily without Mista's hands around you. You laughed.

"Hi, love."

"Mmm." you got closer and took off his headphones, since you were the only one who could do this without risking an immediate death. He opened both his eyes, and looked at you. Then he managed to put together two words. "What is it, amore?"

You stood up and grabbed his hands, pulling it to make him stand up. He's heavy, and won't stand up.

"Please?" you puppy eyed him, shaking his hands a little. You understood you had to use your trump card. "I would be so happy if you danced with me... Leone." he just couldn't say no, when you called him with his first name.

He huffed, standing up and blushing.

"I'm... fine with it, but... please, change the song... I like something more classical."

"Mh..." you hummed. "We getting romantic?" you just succeeded in making Abbacchio blush even more. You should thank God that you're yourself, or Leone would have scolded you several times for exposing him like this.

"Kinda." he said, as Narancia changed his music to something slower. Abbacchio posed to start dancing, and you looked at him, confused. He smirked. "You want to dance with me and don't know how to dance what I like?" Leone giggled. "This means I'll have to teach you." He put a hand on your waist, and moved a hand of yours on his shoulder.

"Try to stay closer to me... our chests have to be close, our heads don't." he said, as he guided you in your dance steps, under the amused eyes of Narancia and Mista.

"What do you mean our heads don't... what are we, Transformers?" Abbacchio snorted, smirking a little. Okay, that had been so sudden and funny, not even him could hold back a laugh.

He suddenly pulled you up and kissed you, leaving the two boys that were watching you in a complete state of shock. You caressed his cheek, and smiled in his sweet kiss. "I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't implied in the dance step..." you whispered, smirking.

Abbacchio bit his lower lip, and smirked back. "Are you sure about this? Looks like our dancing was pretty... impressive." he gestured towards Narancia and Mista's shocked faces.

"I wouldn't mind dancing another time, would you, Leone?"

"No, I wouldn't surely mind."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo scenarios #jojo part three #jojo part four #jojo part five #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #vento aureo #golden wind #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #narancia ghirga #narancia x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader

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seiyasabi · 4 years

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Emerald Deceit

(This is a Yandere Kakyoin x Female Reader story!! I’m sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: !noncon!, !not canon!, delusional themes, mind/body control, oral (female receiving), breeding, kinda angst, creampie, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of these themes are triggering!)

You were considered one of the popular kids in school. After all, your warm personality was very attractive. No matter who you spoke with, you always made them feel special.

Maybe, that’s what immediately drew Kakyoin in.

You were the only one who noticed he was missing, and once he returned from his trip to Egypt, you confronted him.

“Kakyoin, are you okay? You were gone for so long that I became worried.” The sincerity in your eyes warmed his heart. You, (Full name), were worried about him?!

“O-oh, yes. I’m fine, thank you for asking. I had some family issues, but they’re now resolved.” After that day, the two of you became friends. You tried your best to include him in your get togethers, which helped him grow out of his shell.

Not long after that, he became popular as well. Kakyoin was now known as the ‘shy popular kid.’ Many girls found him attractive, which was quite a shock. He didn’t know how to interact with them, so he enlisted the help of a certain French man.

Unfortunately, the red haired man was tricked into revealing his crush; you. Polnareff was practically vibrating with glee when he gave the younger man advice.

You showed Kakyoin attention, so you must like him.

But, you were playing hard-to-get.

The broad, white haired man made the mistake of giving him the advice of ‘stealing you away.’ Of course, he was speaking metaphorically, but the lavender eyed man took him seriously. He worked on his plan for weeks, making sure every detail was accounted for.

By this point, your class had graduated secondary school, making it easy for the red haired male to move out on his own (afterall, Joseph Joestar was happy to help him with his endeavours). He then enrolled into the same college as you, making the both of you grow closer than before. You now called him by his first name, Noriaki, and hung out with him by yourself.

This clearly means you like him too, right?

So, one day while the two of you were at his flat, he took it upon himself to confess his feelings.

You were currently kicking Noriaki’s ass at Donkey Kong, much to his amusement.

“Haha, look at that! I’m a Donkey Kong master!” While seated, you did a small happy dance, and shove at his shoulder good-naturedly. Your ethereal smile seems to light up the room, bringing a light blush to his seemingly emotionless face.

“So it seems,” He fiddles with his controller, “I thought my high score was impressive, but it seems I just suck at this game.” What was meant to sound like a joke landed flat, and a look of concern takes over your face.

“Oh no, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings! How about I show you some hacks?” You squeeze his shoulder comfortingly, causing a small smile to grace his handsome face.

“It’s alright, (First name), my feelings aren’t too hurt,” You let out a sigh of relief, “But, I would like to take up your offer.”

The two of you play for a few more hours, until you take a break. Noriaki heads to his kitchen to grab a snack, and brings out a bowl of cherries, along with two cups of water. The tall man sets the snack and beverages on the coffee table, before turning to look at you.

“(First name), I wish to tell you something.” You tilt your head in confusion, but nod your head, prompting him to continue. He takes a deep breath, willing himself to continue, “I… I like you. I like you a lot. I know we’ve only known each other for a few years, but I would like to go out with you.” This came to you as a shock. Noriaki likes you? Since when?!

“Well, um, this is surprising,” You saw his expression fall, and you scramble to finish what you were trying to say, “I’m not saying this is bad! You’re very handsome, and you’re a very good person, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now. I want to focus on school and my career for now, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you! I’d be happy to go out with you, it’s just, right now isn’t the right time.” What you said was true. You did like him, and he could tell by your solemn expression.

The lavender eyed man reaches an awkward hand out to place on your arm, a happy smile on his lips.

“That’s alright!” Your body visibly relaxes, “But, you don’t have to worry about that. If you’re with me, you don’t have to work at all. I’ll be more than happy to support you. Afterall, once I become a surgeon, we’ll be well off.” That statement triggers a feeling of fear inside you, but you keep a calm facade.

“I see, but I wish to pursue my dream, Kakyoin. If you wish to have a stay at home wife, you need to look elsewhere.” The air in the room changes, as the red haired man seems to become angry. His grip on your arm tightens, making you whimper in pain, “I’m sorry, but I wish to leave. You’re scaring me-” You suddenly couldn’t move or speak. It felt as if you didn’t have control of your own body. The look of innocent fear and confusion on your face sent an unknown feeling towards Noriaki’s cock, solidifying his adoration for you. No one else has made him feel this way, which makes you special.

The banged man proceeded to hold you in a tight hug.

“(First name), don’t be like that. I know this may be shocking, but I’m still your Noriaki. I’m still the man you love. If you put me above your so-called dream, you’d realise how happy we could be. You and I are perfect for each other; you’re the kind and sweet darling, while I’m the blunt and loyal husband. Doesn’t that sound so much better than (dream job)?” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move or speak, but the delusional man took that as a yes.

Without warning, he picks you up and heads to the master bedroom. He then lays you on his large mattress, and hovers above your paralysed frame. Two large hands caress your (skin tone) face as Noriaki looks down at you in fondness.

“Maybe if I show you how much I love you, you’ll realise that you need to be with me.” You scream internally when the scarred man starts to strip you. His caring eyes turn hungry once they see your bare skin, and he couldn’t help but let out an excited gasp, “You’re so beautiful.”

Once you’re completely exposed, he starts to undress as well. Kakyoin’s bulge looks huge in his forest green drawers, making you panic even more.

“I may not be very experienced, but I’ll try my best to make you feel good.” He clumsily bent both of your knees and spread them apart, exposing your pussy. You hear him gulp nervously, before he touches your clit with his pointer finger. Internally, you jolt at his touch, but physically, you remain motionless. Due to you being (unwillingly) compliant, he continues his assault.

Noriaki tentatively licks at your unprotected cunt, savouring your taste. His eyes roll back in pure pleasure, this is what he wanted for years.

After a few moments, he starts to eat you out like a man starved. The feeling of his tongue flicking deliciously over and in your pussy feels euphoric, causing a steady flow of arousal to flow onto the sheets below you. Abruptly, the red haired man shoves two fingers inside your tight cunt. If you could speak, you would’ve screamed out in pleasure.

The feeling of being stretched threw you over the edge, your first orgasm of the night ripping through you, which Kakyoin happily licks up.

“I think you’re ready for me, darling.” He uses his slick hand to stroke his painfully hard cock, before he guides it to your slick entrance.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside of you. You can feel every vein and ridge of his fat prick, as he fills you almost painfully. He’s thicker than he is long, but it feels amazing.

Once he bottoms out, he waits. Noriaki doesn’t want this to hurt, after all, this was supposed to be a new beginning for the both of you.

Though, you’re making it very hard.

Your tight walls knead his cock perfectly, forcing him to use every ounce of self control he has. But, he doesn’t have to wait for long. Hierophant Green gives him the go-ahead a few moments after he slips inside.

The lavender eyed man fucks into you slowly. His cock gently nudges your g spot with every thrust, making you tighten wonderfully.

“Oh God, you’re perfect for me,” He starts to pick up the pace to a medium speed, “How could you not want to be with me? I want to give you the world, (First name).”

Droplets of, what you think is sweat, drop onto your exposed form. Though, when you look up, you realise Kakyoin is crying.

“I can’t let you leave me! You’re different. You treat me well and I always want to be with you.” He fucks into even faster now, his cock throbbing with his oncoming release.

“But, because you don’t want to be with me, I have to make you stay. If we have a baby, you can’t leave.” That statement makes your heart jump into your throat. He can’t be serious! Is he crazy?

Your mind is screaming ‘no’ over and over again, but he can’t hear you.

Or maybe, he refuses to even hear what you have to say. Because, whatever he’s done to you has effectively halted your words and movements.

Not long after that thought, Noriaki stills. Hot cum floods into your cunt, his cock blocking it from leaving your abused hole.

He bucks into you a few more times, before pulling out. Thick rivulets of his seed pool out of your pussy, which he scoops up, and pushes back inside of you.

By this point, he beckons Hierophant Green out of your body, allowing you to curl into a ball and cry.

All Noriaki could think was that he did this for you. Everything was for you.

But, he couldn’t help but think he ruined his chance with you.

Hopefully, a baby would bring the two of you together.

If not, he didn’t know what to do to make you love him.

#yandere kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #yandere jjba #kakyoin x reader #hierophant green #yandere kakyoin x reader #tw: noncon

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jojosbizarreblog · 4 years

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Hi id like to request a lil fic plz!! Maybe something like reader doesn't know how to express their feelings for Polnareff, so they write it all down in an anonymous letter and leave it for him to find. But it backfires because he instantly thinks someone else sent it and starts trying to figure out who it is and everyone is pretty much watching him run around looking for the "mystery girl" like 😑😑😑

(Honestly that is SUCH a Polnareff thing to do XD)

(I’m sorry that it took so long to do T^T Please forgive me)

An Anonymous Admirer (Polnareff x reader)

You can’t seem to get your feelings to a certain French man out to him in person, so you decide to write a letter. It turns out that said French man might be denser than you thought.

The folded sheet of paper in your hands stared back at you as if mocking you for your cowardice. You’ve been standing outside Polnareff’s room for the past five minutes, trying to muster up the courage to open the door and deliver it. This would your only chance, seeing as Joseph had conveniently ‘forgot’ Polnareff’s room keys on your table after a visit with you. Now, you all were out ‘searching’ for them with Polnareff.

Steeling yourself, you quickly unlocked the door and stepped into the room, making your way to the bedside table and putting the folded-up letter where it was sure to be seen. You were out and locking the door back behind you in a few quick seconds. Heading to where the rest of the Crusaders were, you discreetly passed the keys to Joseph, who called out, “We found them!”

Polnareff brightened, taking them from the old man. “Ah, merci! Where did you find it Mr. Joestar?”

Joseph froze, then awkwardly laughed. “It happened to be behind a plant, and (y/n) saw them,” he lied.

It didn’t seem like Polnareff caught wind of the lie as he picked up his bag. “Alright then. I’m going to go back to my room. Should we meet up here for dinner later?”

Avdol nodded. “We’ll meet up at six.”

With that, the group dispersed and you left for your room with your heart beating out of your chest. You wondered how it would pan out...

It turned out that Polnareff was way denser than any of you ever thought he would be. You were all currently seated around a table, listening to Polnareff rant and rave about his ‘mysterious admirer’, that was you, sitting right next to him. Kakyoin looked like he was about to die of laughter while Avdol looked on in exasperation. Jotaro looked like he was about to blow a gasket and poor Joseph looked defeated at the fact that the oh so obvious plan failed.

“I wonder who wrote this for me... their writing is absolutely immaculate!” Polnareff exclaimed.

You were slowly dying on the inside, embarrassment eating you up. Was the note too indirect? It couldn’t be... he even talked about the writing, YOUR writing, of which he had seen several times over! Granted, you did use your best handwriting for this, but it couldn’t have been too difficult to deduce the owner of the letter.

“I’m gonna find the one who wrote this!” Polnareff declared. He turned to you and said, “Would you like to help me?”

Jotaro groaned and slammed his fist down, pushing back his chair. “I’m going for a smoke,” he said, looking straight at you. “Solve this before I get back.”

“Man, what’s up with him,” Polnareff wondered as he watched the teen walk out. “I don’t know why he would be so worked up over nothing.”

Except this wasn’t nothing. This was a pretty big something, you’d just confessed your deepest feelings on that piece of paper that Polnareff was waving around. You let out a silent scream as Polnareff went back to gushing over the note. It would have been flattering, and it was, if not for the fact that Polnareff was so incredibly dense.

Having enough of his gushing, you leaned over and whispered to him, “H-Hey Polnareff... a moment, please?”

He looked at you with a confused look and nodded, getting up to follow you out of the hotel. You two passed by Jotaro coming in, and you swore you heard him mutter, “About time.”

You and Polnareff stepped out into the cool night air, where the chatter of the dining hall faded into a distant lull. wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, you didn’t look at him. “About that note...” you began.

“Ah yes!” Polnareff agreed, eagerly looking at you. “Do you know who put it in my room?”

“Uh...”

His hopeful eyes staring at you made you nervous. You didn’t know why, but this was more nerve-wracking than any of the other Stand Users you’ve encountered before.

Oh god, he was still staring at you. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Iwastheonewhoputtheletterinyourroom!” You exclaimed in a rush of air.

You cracked an eye open to see Polnareff frozen. He didn’t make a move and your heart began sinking down into your stomach. This was a mistake, you shouldn’t have listened to Joseph’s ‘love advice’. You should have just—wait Polnareff was moving closer to you—wait he was hugging you—

You let out a squeak as Polnareff squeezed you tight. This was not what you were expecting. as he parted from you with an overjoyed grin on his face. “Really, cher?!”

Nodding bashfully, you replied, “Y-Yeah...”

He laughed and swung you around in a circle. “Amore! That’s wonderful! I have feelings for you too!”

You wriggled in his arms. “W-Wha—Polnareff what?! You do?!”

He nodded fervently and you squealed and launched at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips again his. Polnareff froze in shock.

You drew back to see him with a flustered look on his face, cheeks ablaze with a red blush. He blinked and hid his face with his hands. “Mon cher, I-I—”

Never in your life did you expect to see Polnareff so flustered. You beamed at him. “S-So does that mean...?”

He jumped. “O-Oh! Y-Yeah! If you want to I—”

You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. ”Of course I do!” Taking his hand in yours, you began tugging him back into the building. “C-Come on. The others are probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”

Polnareff stumbled after you like a puppy, an adoring smile on his face.

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mvrtaiswriting · 4 years

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I have only read one of your stories now, but I am already in love with your writing style! That's why I would like to make a request. Could I get a (fem)reader x Polnareff story where the reader gets jealous of others(girls) trying to get close to the Frenchman. Not knowing that Polnareff is actually in love with (her) the reader. Feel free to change the topic a bit. Write it however you want to. Let your creativity take the wheel!

Je t’aime. - Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

Hello! Sorry if it took a while. I had so much fun writing it, I even made myself blush. Thank you for requesting it, I hope this will meet your expectations. x It is an AU, I thought it would have been too easy to go back to the stardust crusaders! Also, my boy Polnareff deserves some love. Enjoy!

Also.. i would suggest to listen to "Finally // beautiful stranger" by Halsey while you read it🥺

F reader x Polnareff

Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Stardust Crusaders

SFW

Word count: 2918

Hi! Are you a new reader? Check my masterlist for more content!

Student exchange has been so intense. You knew it would have been a wonderful experience and were expecting nothing less; but you never thought France could be so fun. You arrived there five months ago and since then, you had made a lot of friends. Perfecting your knowledge in French has been easy since you started going out with a group of guys you shared your classes with. You were slowly losing your strong accent, morphing it into a purely French one and people would never believe you when you said you came from a foreign country.

Polnareff has been really helpful throughout this process. He would always correct you when you pronounced something wrong – but never made it a burden: he would always try to be as nice as possible, making you feel comfortable enough to laugh at your mistakes. Sometimes, he would also say something in your first language purposefully wrong, just to make fun of himself and show you that you didn’t have to take anything to heart – and you had to admit it, he was so good at it. He never failed to put a smile on your face. He taught you some slangs to make it easier for you to make friends and join conversations; he even dedicated an entire afternoon to the teaching of curse words – going into deep about their meaning and the best-fitting contexts to use them.

You and Polnareff spent a lot of time together since you first met. You sat next to him the first day you arrived at school. The teacher introduced you to your new class and encouraged you to take a seat. Jean-Pierre Polnareff quickly moved his stuff away and smiled at you, indirectly inviting you to his table. As you walked down the class’ corridor, everybody was staring at you; they were whispering about how you looked, the way you walked, the way dressed – and that made you uncomfortable enough to blush. Polnareff was looking at you, too. As you walked towards him, he never broke eye contact with you and once you sat next to him, he greeted you with one of the brightest smile you’d ever seen as he presented himself to you. Once you introduced yourselves to each other, you both focused on the lesson of the day. You didn’t pay attention to the guy sitting next to you, you were too busy examining the new environment you were in. You started to look around your classroom; tables were arranged in three vertical rows, each of them composed by four tables. You were sat in the middle row, last table – this allowed you to have a great sight of the whole classroom. Big windows allowed sunlight to enter, enlightening the room perfectly. You kept silence as the lesson went on, taking notes on your book and trying not to occupy too much space of the desk you were sharing.

You knew for sure your desk mate had check you out since you stepped in the room – not in an unpleasant way, you could tell he was just being curious about you and he wanted you to notice it. He kept looking at you for the entire lesson, to be exact. His bright, blue eyes were locked on you and you could feel his eyes tracing every movement you made. You then decided to have a better look at the French boy sitting next to you. As you turned around to face him, he almost jumped of his seat, and, trying his best to hide the fact that he had been looking at you for quite a while, he started to sketch some random drawings on his notebook. A little laugh escaped your lips, making Polnareff smile. You could notice a hint of blushing on his pale cheeks and founded it adorable; you also confirmed your first impression. He had a wonderful smile which somehow enlighten his whole face.

His face lineaments were delicate: he had a small nose, the tip of it going upwards – stereotypically French. His jaw was well defined, and his eyes were of a magnificent light blue; their colour almost resembled ice, but they were beautiful and had a certain warmth to them.

As the bell rang, Polnareff turned towards you and, for the first time since the start of the lesson, you two were now mutually looking at each other. ‘’Got anything to do?’’ he said, scratching the back of his head with one hand. You could see he was trying his best to not come off as shy. ‘’No, nothing in particular..’’ you were just about to finish your sentence when he interrupted you, standing up quickly from the chair and putting his school bag on one of his shoulders. ‘’Then come with me, I promise I’ll be a good tourist guide.’’ He stretched one of his hands to you, offering his help make you stand up. This time, he looked way more confident than seconds before. You smiled, and grabbing his hand you got up from your seat and followed him in the corridors. He showed you the way around your new school, and along the way stopped numerous times to greet other students. You were walking arm in arm with him, and you could feel how muscular and strong his arms were. Finally, you reached the canteen. He introduced you to the food they were serving, giving you his modest opinion about it. He was so funny and adorable, you couldn’t help but smile. He proceeded to carry your tray to a table where you two sat down to have lunch. While you were enjoying your lunch, you found out you had so many interests in common. You listened to the same type of music and watched the same tv shows. By the end of the lunch break, the two of you had discovered so much about each other and seemed to be completely at ease. Later that day, you exchanged phone numbers and kept talking for hours after school. You were so curious about him, his persona was magnetic and he had fully captured your attention.

As time passed, the two of you started to spend a lot of time with each other. He introduced you to his group of friends and you ended up hanging out almost every day – and you didn’t complain. The more time you spent with him, the more your feelings towards him grew strong.

You didn’t know how or when it exactly started, the only thing you knew was how fast your heart beat every time he was next to you, how easily he could make you laugh. He would also take care of you in ways no one ever did: he knew France wasn’t your home country, and even when you figured out how to find your way home, he never let you walk alone. He would always make sure to walk with you and ensure you arrived safe at home. He would offer you his jacket whenever it was cold, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. Everything with him felt magical – from the drunken, loud nights spent with the rest of his friends to the simple afternoons that the two of you spent together in a park, studying in silence.

However, you weren’t quite sure if his behaviour meant something, or if he was just being nice. He pretty much was a Casanova, always acting as a proper gentleman around girls. He knew so many catch phrases and never missed a chance to catch a lady’s attention, using nauseating names such as ‘Mon Chéri’ or ‘Mon Ange’ when talking to them. A lot of girls gravitated around him and he never tried to send them away; he enjoyed every attention he got, and a lot of girls were simply pending from his lips. You thought about talking to him about it, but you decided to remain silent. You wanted to avoid any type of romantic confession to him, you didn’t want to ruin your beautiful friendship.

And you did. You tried your best to remain silent every time a girl complimented him or every time he simply offered a random girl a drink. You even tried to do the same; if he wasn’t interested, why couldn’t you just move on? You went on a date with a couple of guys – only to find out that you didn’t want anyone else by your side. No one else’s arms felt right around your body, no one else’s attentions could make you feel like Polnareff’s did. No one could compare to him and every fibre of your body knew what you wanted.

You kept your feelings for Polnareff a secret, locking them as you’d lock a the most precious treasure of all. You just couldn’t afford to lose him, and you were happy to have him by your side, even if simply as a friend.

You were getting ready for your usual Saturday night, when you heard Polnareff’s car’s honk outside your house. He would always pick you up. You took a deep breath, before taking one last glance at the mirror and heading out, reaching Polnareff’s car. You saw him with one arm hanging out of the car’s window, his strong hands holding a burning cigarette in his fingers. You were mesmerised by this sight – he always looked as if he was in some kind of movie. You opened the car’s door and sat next to him. He looked at you almost as if he was hypnotised by your figure; the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the way your dress fell perfectly on every curve of your body just made him stare at you for a bit, while a sweet smile slowly formed on his face.

‘’Tu es trés belle ce soir’’

he said in his soothing french accent while caressing your cheek. You smiled timidly, before shaking your head. ‘’We’re late! The party must have started already.’’ You answered, avoiding the compliment the grey-haired boy just made. He nodded clicking his tongue, he would always be a little annoyed every time you denied one of his compliments – which weren’t rare, at all. Jean loved to make sure you knew you were beautiful in his eyes and he would point that out every time he had a chance to.

Once you arrived at the party, you greeted your usual group of friends, which welcomed you with two cups of god-knows-what. You could smell the alcohol in the red cup, but you weren’t quite sure of what drink your friends handed you. Polnareff cheered with you, saying a sweet ‘Cin Cin!’, before gulping down his drink. You were having fun; you and your friends kept on drinking (maybe a bit too much), laughing at stupid jokes and dancing around whenever ’your song’ came on. It was a perfect night. At least it was, until you saw a red haired girl just jumping on Polnareff, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him so close to her. Their noses were touching, and Polnareff had his hands on her waist, and although you couldn’t perfectly see what was going on, seeing your Jean-Pierre entangled in a pair of arms that wasn’t yours made you feel as if something broke inside of you.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins – you were used to tame your own feelings and avoid any display of jealousy, but this time you just couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down your face before you could even notice, and you quickly got up, escaping the crowded room you were in to reach the garden, hoping to catch some breath and calm yourself down. You helplessly sat down on the stairs of the house which led to the garden, passing your hands through your hair trying to put yourself back together again. This wasn’t like you. You knew he was like this, you should have expected it.

The sound of the loud music coming from the house and all those complicated little emotions made you zone out for a bit; you were simply staring at the void. All the beautiful memories you two shared just flashed in front of your eyes and you damned yourself for every single time you misinterpreted his action, confusing kindness for love.

This moment was interrupted by the feeling of someone touching your shoulder. You shook your head trying to bring yourself back to reality, wiping down the tears from your cheeks with your left hand. You sniffed a bit and forced yourself to smile. Once you looked up, you saw Polnareff looking at you, visibly worried. He sat down next to you, never taking his eyes away from you. He gently moved a strand of your hair behind your ear; his hands were so big yet so delicate every time they touched your skin.

‘’How did you find me?’’ you said as you lowered your glance. ‘I always keep an eye on you.’ He replied firmly.

You snorted, a very sarcastic smirk appeared on your face. ‘’You do? Thought you were busy.’’

You didn’t even think about the words you were saying: they were simply rolling out of your mouth, easing the heavy weight on your chest. Polnareff was looking at you confused, he just seemed so riddled – as if he didn’t have a clue about what you were talking about.

‘’Don’t give me that look, we both know what I’m talking about! And I’m not telling you that it is wrong or that you should stop, this is your life and you have every right to live it up the way you prefer,’’ you sniffed again, while the words you were saying burned in your throat like flames. ‘’but it’s just too much for me. Seeing you every night trying to get every girl around you while I’m here. I’m here!’’ You raised your tone, desperately pointing at yourself. You pulled the sleeves of your jacket and covered both of your hands with them, as if covering your hands could cover the vulnerable side of yourself that was showing in that moment. ‘’I’m just tired. We’ve shared so much and we can’t stand staying far from each other for more than two hours yet somehow this has a different meaning to you than it has to me. Because every night you try to get other girls’ company while I just try to be enough.’’

You were shaking. You never thought you’d say all those things to Polnareff – and you’d never imagine saying them this way. You felt as if you just made a bomb explode but you just couldn’t keep it for yourself no more. You were staring at the grass in front of you, not able to look at him. You weren’t even sure you if wanted to hear what he had to say.

‘’(Y/N).’’ he said, moving his body closer to yours. ‘’How could you ever think such things?’’ he continued.

He stretched his arm and grabbed one of your hands, entangling his fingers with yours.

‘‘I feel exactly the same way – just didn’t have the courage to admit it. I didn’t know if it was okay to do so, you will have to leave and go back home in some months and I had no clue what you’d think about a possible relationship. About us.’’ He paused. ‘’I’m an idiot. I should have made it clearer to you before instead of running away and making you think you weren’t enough.’’ You lifted your head up and looked at him, your eyes were red and puffy for all the tears you’ve cried. He looked at you and, for a second, it seemed as if he just melted. His eyes were full of regret, sorrow and worry.

‘‘What about that girl then?’’ you asked cautiously.

‘’I don’t know what you saw, (Y/N). I shook her off the second she was came too close to my face. I guess it’s hard to believe, you can go and ask our friends if you want.’’ he said firmly.

He gently placed his hands around your small face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

‘’There’s only a mouth that I would kill to kiss.’’

He said, a smart smirk slowly formed on his face. The sight of that soft smile just made your heart beat so fast, it felt as if it was about to just come out of your chest. For a second, you wondered whether he could hear it. You did not hesitate; you slowly lifted yourself up, just enough to reach his mouth and place a long, sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled through the kiss, pulling you closer to his chest and making you sit on his lap. You jokingly punched his chest, resting your forehead on his.

‘‘Sorry if I made a scene.’’ You said, your cheeks coloured in red as the first day you met.

‘‘Nothing to be sorry for.’’ He replied quickly, moving your hair out your face. ‘’I’m jealous too. Just better at hiding it.’’ he said laughing, leaving a sweet kiss on your nose.

‘‘Shut up!’’ you screamed back almost immediately, only causing him to laugh more.

His contagious laugh made it impossible for you to not smile, looking at him with dreamy eyes full of love.

‘’Can I call you Mon Amour, from now on?’’ he said, raising an eyebrow.

Before you could reply however, he continued. ‘I will anyways. Afterall, je t’aime.’

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Smol!nareff (Kid Polnareff) and Joestar!Reader

WHY HAS NO ONE WRITTEN SOMETHING FLUFFY FOR KID POLNAREFF?!?!?!!?!?

TW: Blood and Gore mention.

“Aw jeez… When’s Bubba gonna clear the wax out his goddamn ears?!”

Queen of Swords had been kulning almost an hour and her voice was going hoarse. There was no way you could keep running, not with the way you were losing blood.

“Hey kid, you’re really pale…”

You could hardly feel the tug on your shirt. Matter of fact, you were starting to lose the feeling in your fingers as Queen of Swords seemed to melt from her shoulder and leg. But you couldn’t stop running… Not when you two were being targeted. It wasn’t fair. Your boyfriend was suddenly a kid, couldn’t remember a thing about you and you’d gotten shot twice. On top of that, this whole bullshit started because you lost track of both your boyfriend and your big brother, running through the streets crying like a baby because you were in high school and you were honest to god lost. But maybe there was some luck to it. If you hadn’t intervened when you did, you didn’t want to think what would have happened to Polnareff. He could have gotten killed if you weren’t able to play such a good game of keep away from the shadow Stand that de-aged people.

Literally fuck today. Fuck it right in the ass…

“Hey kid…”

“I already told you my name’s not kid!” you growled. “Jean Jean, can’t you remember me??”

“I’m sorry!” he whined. “I can’t help it! I can’t remember your name anymore, that jackass took all my memories away!”

“Oh fuck me… Of course… God dammit…!”

Naturally, your brother had the room key. It did no good to end up back at the hotel, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible with Polnareff clinging to your back, your arm and your left shoe soaking through with crimson. Thank God they had nice single occupant toilets here. You felt a lot better stumbling into a room with a locked door and dropping Polnareff to the ground, sinking down slowly onto the cold tile.

“H-hey! Wait! Don’t fall asleep!”

“Uh…?”

You were so shaky and weakened from the pain, you didn’t even notice your eyes were closing. Polnareff’s tiny hands slapped at your cheeks and you groaned, swatting him away.

“Jean Jean stop it…!” you whined. “I’m fine… I’ll… I’ll be ok… It’s just a scratch.”

“Your sneaker is really red and you keep falling asleep!” he cried. “Please don’t fall asleep pretty girl. Please… I don’t know why, but… but I think it’ll be really bad if you fall asleep now.”

Queen of Swords couldn’t keep up an appearance, dissipating in a flurry of snowflakes that melted instantly when they touched your skin. Fine… That was ok. Better to reserve your strength than to continue wasting time having her waste energy kulning to Star Platinum. If he hadn’t heard the strong notes from the Stand by now, you were on your own. You were going to have to take care of Polnareff and help him out yourself.

“Get me… Get me those paper towels…”

You pointed a red hand vaguely in the direction you remembered seeing the dispenser, your kid boyfriend responding with a very shaky “ok” as he struggled to climb towards them. It took a lot, but you crawled away from the door and kept an eye on the crack, some part of you unwilling to trust the fact that you weren’t being followed. Call it paranoia, but you didn’t want to take the chance that the creepy thing would get you too. Not when Queen of Swords didn’t have the strength to make snow that could stick let alone ice… It was all you could do to keep yourself from falling asleep.

“Here! I got the paper towels like you asked!”

“Thanks… Thank you… Oh cool, you wet them too… Come here Jean Jean. I’ll clean… clean you up best I can…”

“Wait. Shouldn’t we wrap your footsie up first?”

You winced at the thought, not wanting to think of the pain but knowing you couldn’t ignore the blood.

“What can I… Oh fuck… I guess… I guess I can use my shirt…-“

“No wait! Use this, please.” he struggled to take off his oversized tube top, but when he got it off, he began wrapping it tightly around your foot.

“Hang on…” you winced, “Take the sleeve on my shirt and try ripping it… We might as well wrap that too.”

He was bleeding a little bit, not as badly, but your first instinct was to take care of him before yourself. Evidently however there was still some semblance of the Jean Pierre you fell in love with, because Silver Chariot appeared to obediently rip a good portion of your shirt, nearly up to the neck. It’s hard with all of you trying to clean each other up, Silver Chariot is too tiny and weak to do much, and Queen of Swords needs you at full peak if she is to be of any use. Helping Polnareff to clean up through numb fingers, you wipe the last of the dried blood from his temple, hand finally collapsing on the floor.

“Pretty girl?”

“… ngh… what…?”

Your voice sounds so small, and all Polnareff can do to keep you awake is keep talking to you. He tries to ask you about yourself: what your full name is, how old you are, who’s this “Bubba” you keep talking about, how come you keep calling him Jean Jean. You try to answer as best you can, but it’s hard. Your voice starts to waver. The edges of things are blurry and it takes a lot not to pass out from the pain. Every time you answer, you wish you could summon the strength to have Queen of Swords try her kulning one more time, or at least that you could find your brother.

“Hey, pretty girl? What’s this? Can you tell me what this is?”

You can feel Polnareff’s tiny hand stroking against the back of your left shoulder, he’s frantically trying to come up with a plan, trying to distract you and keep you awake long enough for him to formulate a game plan.

“You know what that is… Jean Jean…” you slur into the tile. “How many times… did you get to see it… étoile brillante…”

“Huh?!”

The French… it makes him recall something… something said in the solitude of the dark. Whispered against skin. The way it makes the cheeks flush a pretty pink.

“What did you say…?” he insists, shaking you awake.

“… ‘s what you call it…” you murmur.

He lifts your head up and puts it in his tiny lap. Oversized pants cushioning you as you try to keep your eyes open.

“You said… étoile brillante… that’s what you call… birthmark… Brilliant star… You know that Jean Jean… know it better… than…”

“No, no, no! Please don’t close your eyes!”

You try hard to fight, feeling your reserves ebbing, barely hearing Polnareff’s screams or feeling the door hit your bad foot as it’s kicked open. Vaguely you can hear another’s voice join him, and you swear for a second you see a familiar shade of purple.

For all the trouble he’s put you through, you vow to kick the ass of that perverted weirdo Stand user who made you take a bullet for your Polnareff.

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hoetachi · 4 years

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(absolutely NO one asked for this but here goes nothing)

JOTARO KUJO HC

literally could’ve died when he first saw you

like, are you real or he’s tripping???

ever since joesph introduced you to him, he couldn’t help but pull his hat down to hide his crimson cheeks

but don’t worry, our best boy is smart enough to put two and two together

“ora ora” “n-no i don’t like her” “....ora (cap)”

the stand would push the young man into just so you could start a conversation

unfortunately, the young stand user finds himself in a trace over your body

Thick thighs?? smooth chocolatly skin and a breath taking smile??? with a bad ass stand???

best of believe he’s planning the wedding right there and then

as soon as he gets out of his trace, he comes this french bastard (jk i love polnareff big tiddies ass)

the fact polnareff easily got you to smile that beautiful smile, made him jealous

“lucky french bastard”

after that very incident, you spend most of your time with silver hair man instead him

he couldn’t believe he lost his dream girl to man who needs a special toilet to take a shit

baby was honestly heartbroken :(

you noticed his slight change and every time you tried to ask what was wrong, he would ignore you

you told kakyoin about it and simply waved it off as jotaro just being jotaro

but you knew something was you cuz you had those senses

so one day before breakfast, you marched your little self up to him and confronted him

“hey, you can be cold to everyone but not me!”

seeing you riled up like that almost gave him a nosebleed

so he manned up and confessed his attraction to you

“listen... you’re a bad ass that doesn’t take shit from anyone and i like that.. a lot plus you’re gorgeous as hell and your presence is addicting”

he prepared for you to reject him,,, but it didn’t happen

you simply grinned like a fool at him

“your grandpa owes me 10 bucks because i like you a lot too”

ignored the part about the bet between you and the old man because he was too filled with joy

“so, it’s a date” “—after we defeat dio, yeah it’s a date”

| i really do hope y’all enjoyed that. it’s been a fat minute since i last wrote a hc ✨|

#jjba x black! reader #jjba hc #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #black reader x jotaro kujo #jjba part 3 hc

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writingwhatneedswriting · 4 years

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Could I get uhhhhhhhh Polnareff x Reader starting a life together after enduring the grueling events of pt 3? Plz and thanx love u

“What about this one?” “Polnareff, it’s so expensive!” “Or this one?” “At that price, we ought to be able to live in it!” “Or this one?” “Polnareff... maybe I should choose the ring...”

She curled up more into his embrace, looking down into the magazine they’d given them to choose from. Polnareff’s fingers thrummed against her back, watching her face. She was so pretty when she was annoyed with him. And even prettier when she wasn’t. Either way, he often found himself watching her.

“What about this one?” She asked, pointing to a minimalist wedding band pair, with no jewels, but the two could be put together and made into one ring. “It would be so nice.” “But... don’t you want a diamond?” Polnareff asked, taking the magazine and tossing it away, before pulling her onto his lap, so her knees were either side of his legs. “I don’t want anything too expensive or flashy...” “Why?” “Because why would I?” She sighed, cupping his cheeks. “I am marrying you for you... for what we did together in Egypt... for surviving... I’m not marrying you to get your french money to buy me a diamond.” “But all gorgeous women want diamonds!” Polnareff protested. “I want to spoil you...” He sighed. He couldn’t save Iggy, or Avdol... he wanted to at least make the love of his life happy in any way he could. “Polnareff...” She could read his feelings on his face. He was such an open book to her. She leaned forwards and kissed him gently on the forehead, making him go slightly bug-eyed since her breasts were soon pressed against his face. “Polnareff, I love you... and I think now is the best time to tell you...” “To tell me what?” he asked. “You’re not leaving me, are you?” “No... Jean,” She used his first name. His heart skipped a beat at the flush on her face. “I’m pregnant. Enceinte. Pregnant.” “You are?” He grinned, his hands sliding from her hips to her waist, before his palms were pressed gently into her stomach, his ear to her diaphragm. “Hello? Hello, son!” “Daughter.”

he looked up at her again and smiled. “No expensive ring for you then... I need to spoil my baby girl!” He wrapped his arms around her and beamed, trying not to cry. He’d tell his little girl all about Avdol and Iggy and Kakyoin... he wouldn’t let their memories die.

#jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part three #stardust crusaders

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iron-touch · 3 years

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Author’s Notes: Chapter 3 (Honey, When They Gonna Send Me Home?)

Once again, sorry for the delay! I intended to get this one out by the end of February but obviously that didn’t happen. Better late than never though!

This is actually the second fight scene I’ve ever written, and the first to be set up in this shonen anime style. I did my best to make the fight engaging, but I still have a lot to learn! I hope you’ll bear with me.

In the first paragraph of the chapter, Michelle makes a passing reference to Baoh, another one of Araki’s works. Originally, I tried to find a series that an actual French teenage girl in 2009 would realistically watch on TV, but eventually I figured; “Why bother?” In the manga for Vento Aureo, there’s one panel where Mista and Giorno mention that the TV inside Mr. President/the turtle room is playing Captain Tsubasa, an anime that a group of teenage Italian gangsters in 2001 would most likely have never even heard of. So I figured I should aim the reference more at my target audience of weebs rather than try and be realistic to the character and setting. I chose Baoh since it seems to be a running gag in the anime; both Joseph and Jotaro are seen reading it at the beginning of their respective parts. In real life, Baoh only ever got an OVA, but I’d like to think in this timeline it got more attention. Pink Dark Boy (Rohan’s in-universe manga) was also on my mind to take this slot.

I decided to make Iron Maiden a purely defensive Stand in order to differentiate Michelle from the Joestars, all of whom end up with offensive punchy-punch ghosts. We’ve never seen someone in the protagonist spot who can’t just “punch back,” (aside from arguably Rohan, but Heaven’s Door is more for utility rather than offense or defense) and I thought that would be interesting. Michelle’s personality was built mostly around this concept as well. I also liked the idea of giving her a big ass shield to contrast with Silver Chariot’s rapier.

I did briefly consider having Michelle immobilize Bad Sneakers’ user by having her clog one of the toilets with her hair, but ultimately decided against it and stuck to my original outline. It was very important that Michelle “lost” her first battle in order to make her seem less capable early on.

Bad Sneakers’ Stand cry “frough” has no meaning and honestly I kinda hate it. I just made noises with my mouth until I ended up with one that sounded at least somewhat natural.

Michelle and Sara’s dialogue after the fight was initially much longer, but I cut about half of it out in order to improve the chapter’s pacing (the dialogue originally lasted almost as long as the fight itself). I intend to reinsert this dialogue in chapter 5.

There are no Ls in the Japanese lexicon; I’m sure most of you guys know this already. This is worth bringing up because, despite the fact that we’re currently in France and none of the characters involved in this particular scenario are Japanese, JoJo itself is a Japanese series. So in Japanese, “Chelly,” the nickname Sara eventually settles on for Michelle, could be read as Sherry/Cherie. For all you Polnareff stans insistent on him naming his daughter after his sister, this is my compromise for you.

Music references:

Special thanks to @goldeaglefire1 for coming up with the name of the chapter. Originally, it was just going to be named “Bad Sneakers,” in the same vein as the actual series where arcs are typically named after what Stand the heroes are fighting. I figured that would end up being very boring for that to be the actual naming scheme for every chapter, so we came up with an alternative. The chapter’s name is taken from a verse of Bad Sneakers.

“Luca,” who Michelle mentions near the end of the chapter, is indeed a music reference, but I won’t say what the exact reference is yet since that would be a spoiler. Cookies to whoever figures it out on their own.

#iron touch #author’s notes

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Polnareff - Cop

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Cop reader

The crusaders were pursuing their difficult trip, driving on a bumpy mountain road with seemingly no obstacles or enemy stands to throw a wrench in their works. Overall the drive was safe, except for the fact that today, Polnareff was the driver to everyone's dismay.

Joseph was sitting in the passenger's seat next to Polnareff and Kakyoin, Abdol and Jotaro were in the back, all suffering his poor driving skills and the violent jerking of the car.

"Polnareff, slow down! You're gonna get us killed!" yelled Joseph.

"Why are you even driving like that, have you even seen the road?" Abdol added, scolding.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!"

As he said that and as if on cue, the boys heard a police siren going off and the fair haired man saw the red and blue headlights behind him through the rearview mirror.

"Et merde..." he cursed in his mother tongue as he pulled over and stopped.

"See? Now the police are there, you're so irresponsible sometimes!" Joseph puffed annoyed at the unnecessary commotion.

"Come on give me a break." He then heard a frantic knock on the window and started rolling it down.

"Yeah yeah, I fucking heard yo- ooh Hi~" He started frustrated but his entire tone shifted as the opened window revealed the figure of a beautiful H/C haired lady in front of him.

"Hello gentlemen." you glanced at the passengers as they greeted you back before looking back at the driver. "Sir, I assume you know why I pulled you over?"

You spoke clear and professional, but to Polnareff, your voice was extremely sexy and his blood was boiling by the second.

"No, but please do tell me~" He said seductively before being nudged by Joseph who clearly didn't want trouble with the police now of all times.

You sighed and leaned your forearm over the top of the window frame, a simple gesture that sparked his insides, as he now had a towering view of your enticing curves.

Were they allowed to hire such sexy women in the police force?

"Speeding, sir. This road is 50km/h, you are 40km/h over the limit. You do know what that means, right?"

Joseph was almost fuming and Abdol face palmed. Kakyoin wanted to say something, to maybe defuse the situation, but decided it was best to stay silent for now.

Polnareff gulped and tried to smooth talk you out of trouble.

"Listen lady, you see, me and my buddies over here, we're not from the area, we're having a hard time with our trip and stuff..." he trailed off and your patience was running low as you sighed again.

You were used to the same excuses all the time. If it were just you, you would let them go with a little bit of lecturing on safety driving. But you had to do your job and 40km/h was an excessive fault.

"Turn off the engine." He obeyed, almost frantically. "Driver's license and registration, please."

Polnareff complied again. He didn't want his mind racing with dirty thoughts of you, but he couldn't help it. Your demanding tone turned him on badly and the man could never resist a beautiful woman in uniform.

You checked his papers and fortunately for him everything was correct and in good order. Polnareff looked calm, but he was sweating bullets and Joseph was waiting impatiently, judging his friend silently.

Your silky voice startled them. "In normal circumstances, I would have held you in custody, but..."

You then glanced at the two teenagers in the back who were silent the whole time. The brunet wearing a tired face and the red head almost begging you with his purple eyes.

"I'm in a good mood, so for now you'll just get away with a fine. Don't expect this to happen again, understood?" You leaned your body to the car door on your side as you were filling the ticket.

"Ooh thank you so much, miss, you're too good..." He then leaned in close to you. "Sooo... Since you're in a good mood how about you get me in a good mood, if you know what I'm saying~"

You leaned back from the car biting your lip, put the ticket bundle, your pen and his documents in your back pocket and ordered.

"Out of the car, hands on your head. Now."

The boys all huffed in unison as Polnareff flinched and slowly got out of the car, defeated. It was a cacophony of frustrated grunts.

"OH COME ON!!!"

"What?? No, wait!"

"Yare yare daze..."

"I can't believe that man."

The guy still managed to get into trouble even when you decided to be nice and let them go. They all were so mad that their friend somehow could not keep his big mouth shut even in a dire situation.

Polnareff got out of the car and closed the door shut. He stood tall in front of you and neither of you faltered. You both stared at each other's eyes for long seconds, unblinking, until he slowly raised his arms over the back of his head while turning around, surrendering to you, his gaze not leaving yours until he was fully turned around.

You swiftly put the tall man in an armlock and he was baffled by how strong you actually were for such a petite looking lady.

He also wondered how you could lock him in such a tight restraint while still being so delicate. You were a mystery to him and he loved every single bit of it.

Before he could think further you dragged him over to your own service car and he heard his blood pumping in his ears, feeling lightheaded just by you pushing him around. You then bent and pinned him over the car hood with a hand on his shoulder, getting ready to proceed to a search.

To be honest you weren't mad or offended at all. You just secretely wanted to mess with the french man who seemed to have made your heart jump. You weren't even allowed to search him, you just felt like he wouldn't mind it though.

You giggled to yourself silently, making sure he didn't notice. In this industry, especially as a woman, you had to show no signs of weakness and be as strict as it gets.

But sometimes you were tired of the stone cold facade. Polnareff made you feel like a schoolgirl again, even if you couldn't really show it, obviously.

Even if you were used to perverts and guys hitting on you to not get any trouble, Polnareff seemed like an actual funny guy, not gross or scary. At this point if someone was scared of the other, it was more him of you.

His breathing sped up and his heart pounded in his chest. He was feeling many different emotions right now and barely knew what to do. He never felt this submissive in his entire life. His mind was all over the place.

Your hand firmly gripped on his wrists and your sweet perfume still dancing in the air enticed him even more. He got back from his trance when he felt your other hand no longer on his shoulder and heard the clanking of handcuffs.

"Aah- w-w-wait !! I'm sorry I was joking haha, please don't take me!" He pleaded.

You pressed your body further against his back and he swore he was going to explode any second. You basically had your front area pressing his crotch against the car, from the back. The whole situation was at the same time scary, thrilling and arousing to him.

"WAIT! Please officer, listen to me!" You turned your head to see Joseph hurrying towards you and you stopped, backing away slightly, losening your grip on the poor man in front of you.

Joseph came up to you and tried to talk you out of taking his friend to jail and profusely appologized for his behavior. He used of his eloquence to explain to you that they were traveling with limited amount of time in their hands and were having hardships along the way.

You understood and let go of Polnareff while you listened to Joseph's story. You actually took a liking to the old man and you both nicely agreed on letting it go as long a Joseph was driving.

After finishing talking with the Joestar, he went back into the car, this time in the driver's seat as promised and Polnareff followed suit.

You tapped on the guy's shoulder, who was rubbing his strained wrists and as he turned around, you shoved the ticket and documents onto his chest playfully.

"Sorry about this, I got a bit rough on you while you didn't even have drugs or anything." you chuckled cutely which actually amazed him slightly.

"Drugs? Wait... Was the whole 'pinning me against the car' thing not in the process??"

"You said you wanted to be in a good mood, no?" You glanced down below his belt and smirked before walking back to your car and finally drove off.

He stayed there speechless until he was brought back to reality by Joseph honking, gesturing him to get his ass back in the car.

Bonus:

"I can't believe we lost so much time because you couldn't shut up."

Polnareff stayed silent, for once. Finding his silence odd, Joseph glanced back at him slightly and did a double take as he noticed the bulge on his friend's pants.

"You're not fucking serious..."

"SHE WAS SMOKING HOT OKAY?? YOU CAN'T BLAME ME, DID YOU EVEN SEE WHAT SHE DID TO ME BACK THERE??"

"What's going on?" Kakyoin asked, leaning over from the back seat.

"Dude got a boner from that police girl." Jotaro deadpanned and Abdol couldn't help the snicker out of his mouth.

"Wow... I mean, yes she was beautiful but.. This is..." Kakyoin trailed off, judgement in his voice.

"SHUT UP ALREADY YOU BASTARDS!"

Inspired by the times when I was a TSA agent lol shittiest job in the universe but made me realize that the uniform kink is a real thing.

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shipyard98 · 4 years

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Bonjour! May I get a matchup please? I'm a petite light-brown skinned french girl, I'm 5'0 and wear cute round glasses,, I'm very friendly, outgoing and bubbly (even towards complete strangers). I absolutely love physical affection, studying about marine life, and star gazing! I'm very sensitive haha, even harmless jokes can make me tear up and start crying like a baby ^^;; I'm also very optimistic and try to see the good in everything, even very bad people (which isn't the best idea)! [1\2]

This info is plenty for me to work with! Merci beaucoup!

(... Is that how you spell it?)

I swear, I’m getting slower and slower with fulfilling these requests, and I apologize sincerely for that. I will try to get back in on writing as often as I can. There’s a fair amount I need to get done.

But thank you to everyone who’s been supporting me and my writing! I’m very grateful that you guys like what I do. :D

Anyway, after thinking about this one for a while, I have a feeling your matchup would very likely be...

JEAN-PIERRE POLNAREFF!

Before we continue, I will quickly put it out there: I consider every part of the request when it comes to matchups, and this character just fit the best in my opinion. Please forgive me if it looks like I chose this character solely based on your nationality. That was not the intention in the slightest.

With that being said, let’s continue!

Holy moly, this man thinks you look stunning 24/7! Of course, you might think he says that to EVERY girl he meets at first, but the longer you two are together, the more you'll start to believe him when he, from the bottom of his heart, calls you "the cutest girl in the world"

He loves how optimistic and bubbly you are. He finds it so sweet that you find the good in everyone you meet, and he'll praise you for that.

Nothing's going to give him more pride than knowing that you're French, like him. There will be plenty of moments where he'll speak the native tongue when he wants only you to hear him.

(Expect a LOT of his flirting to be in French.)

Lucky for you, this man is probably the most affectionate person you'll ever meet. If you so much as approach him with your arms outstretched, he'll run and grip you in a firm hug.

Let's be honest, he's not the brightest when it comes to marine biology, but he'll learn about it just to try and impress you with his knowledge.

(Just don't try to quiz him. He'll get flustered very quickly)

Ah, stargazing! That's something he'd love to do with you because of how romantic it is. Before a date night officially begins, he'll find some of the best places for you two to just sit down and look at the stars together afterwards.

At first, he's not going to watch his mouth (in the typical Polnareff way), but the minute he realizes he's stepped over the line, he'll apologize about twenty times and assure you he'll never do it again. Seeing you cry shatters his heart into pieces.

This might be surprising to hear, but he's surprisingly consistent when it comes to reassurance. If you think you've offended him, he'll go into some sort of monologue about how your words could never hurt him. He might even act all goofy to make you laugh and help you try to forget about it.

(He just wants to help you not be so hard on yourself. You’re such a caring person, but you’re also human.)

Though he's rather fond of your ability to see good in everyone, the minute he sees some douche trying to use you for their own personal gain, “protective knight” mode will activate IMMEDIATELY. He’ll make sure they learn their lesson, then he'll turn around and lecture you on why you shouldn't just give your love to anyone and how you shouldn't be afraid to stand up for yourself.

(As mentioned before, he'll quickly stop and apologize profusely if he realizes he's made you upset with his lecturing. No guaranteeing he'll stop, though; he cares about you too much to let you get hurt by selfish people.)

... And there you have it! I hope you enjoy this <3

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Hey!! Can I request a reader insert of Polnareff trying to flirt with a girl he found cute/interesting and her reciprocating? I’m missing him already even though I’m not even finished with part 3 yet because (spoiler) I’ve already found out his tragic fate :’( tyia!!

Jean Pierre Polnareff: Mutual Flirting

TW // none

Flirting, this prompt is the cutest, sorry about the ending, fem!s/o

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What the hell did they want from you? You thought they had stopped wanting money from you, but there you were, running from a bunch of youngsters who only wanted to steal the few money you still had.

You had no idea something like this could happen in a place like Singapore. It felt peaceful, when you moved. But then bad things started to happen. To you only, apparently. You were growing tired of that situation. Sometimes you only wanted to get the first flight and run away. But now you only had your poor feet, to run away from those thieves.

You were running with your head turned back, to see where they were and who was following you. Unfortunately - or not - nobody has eyes behind their head, and you straight up ran into someone.

"Ugh! -.. mon dieu..." the huge man flinched before throwing his arm around you. "Sorry, sorry, mademoiselle, I was in the middle of your way." a french gentleman. Perfect.

You rested for a second on the arm that had caught you, but then you immediately freaked out and started apologizing.

"N-no, you should forgive me, sir, I-..." you lowered your voice to a whisper. "...please, help me." the man heard you. You were such a beautiful girl. Even though he knew nothing about you, giving a help wouldn't have hurt. Plus, Jotaro and Kakyoin were somewhere around the city, and Avdol was with Joseph, looking for hints about Dio with Hermit Purple. So he was all alone, doing nothing.

He noticed you were slowly hiding behind him, a yelling and stomping noise getting closer. A bunch of guys was approaching the two of you. You didn't know what of that man's gaze suggested you he was a sweetheart. But you were deeply right.

"Are they harassing you?"

"They want my money."

"Will you trust me?" not that you had any choice. Running away again was even worse than trying to stay by that man's side. You nodded.

"Oi, y/n, you found a prince charming?"

"Give us your money and cut this bullshit!" the french pushed you in front of him.

"I'm no prince charming. Just take her. None of my business." for a minute, you regretted trusting him. You panicked. The thieves started laughing, one of them approached you to grab your arm.

"This is priceless, you should see the look on your fucking fac-" he stopped, when a deep cut appeared on his cheek. "What the..."

A second guy tried to grab you, and tripped on something invisible, hitting the ground with his nose. Oh, you were confused. You couldn't imagine what was going on. Not you nor those guys could see Silver Chariot.

"Oi, little bitch." those bastards were angry. They truly were. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you a witch or something?" You didn't know what to do. But you were also quite sure that those weird wounds came from the french gentleman.

"You better run." you just said, hoping it would work. But it didn't. When one of them, their leader, apparently, approached you again and obtained a new wound on his arm, they freaked out like five year olds, and ran away, threatening to sue you for it. As if they hadn't just tried to steal your money.

"Au revoir!" the man laughed. When they were far enough to let out a breath of relief, you turned towards the gentleman. "...You gave me a heart attack, but... was it you? That... thing. Those wounds."

"Yes. It was me. Don't ask, please."

"I won't... just... thank you."

"No, thank YOU for bumping into me. Didn't know angels could live on Earth." How. Cheesy. The cheesiest thing you had ever heard. You laughed nervously, but your face became as red as his earrings. Damn, that man was a whole flirt. "So... y/n, uh? Enchanté."

"Do I get to know the name of my savior too, or...?" as you asked the question, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled languidly.

"Jean Pierre Polnareff, just Jean for you." beside him, Silver Chariot was striking poses to impress you. Poor stand, you couldn't see it. It was so used to people seeing stands, that it actually forgot ordinary people couldn't see them. But maybe it was better like this, since Chariot's poses were clearly expressing what Polnareff would have wanted to do with you. This man found you incredibly interesting and cute.

"Okay Jean... thank you... i mean it... a lot." you didn't know what to do. You were completely alone in Singapore, and he was so beautiful and seemed so caring and interested in you. And he was french, so maybe he was just a tourist. Maybe he could bring you with him... no, no, wait, what were you thinking? He looked like he was flirting with you, and you were down for it. But maybe he was just like this with everyone, and you were mistaking pure kindness for flirting. And you had just known each other.

"I'll let you at your business... Jean. See you, maybe... or maybe not..." you were babbling, moving slow steps away from him. He didn't do anything. Just stood there thinking. Come on, Jotaro and Kakyoin just left him without saying anything, Avdol and Joseph were back at the hotel and he was too lazy to already go back there. He had nothing to do. Fighting the Ebony Devil stand user all alone that morning had made him sick of thinking about being careful and stuff. It was his turn to mind his own business.

"I have nothing to do, to be honest. I wanted to go get a drink... but I'd be all alone..." you heard his voice from the back. Was he talking to you? Was he asking you to spend some time with him? "Mademoiselle?" You turned around, he stood there, smiling and running a hand through his hand. Again. You decided to reciprocate his flirts. He was fine.

"Not that I have anything to do right now..." your feet's tips met each other. You looked so shy. But you were actually flirting back. "I get to choose the place. I surely know Singapore better than you."

"I have no objections."

"You're weird, Jean Pierre Polnareff. It's curious."

---

You sat at a table in a cute café you chose. You assured him they made the best milkshake, and Jean Pierre thought that something cold during a warm afternoon would have been perfect. He was eager to ask that interesting girl what happened with those guys before. You never knew that, but during your sweet time drinking and talking, Polnareff had Silver Chariot protecting you behind your chair. Enemy stand users could be anywhere, or also dumb thieves like those before.

He was the one who ordered. When you saw what he was holding, you couldn't believe how much of a tease and a flirt he could ever be. Also, c h e e s y.

"Jean?" you laughed. You weren't planning on turning down his flirt, you just wanted to have a little fun. "Only one glass and two straws?"

He felt his face warm up. His cheeks had the same colour as his earrings.

"Oh... uhm." Jean Pierre swallowed, then avoided your gaze. "Actually... you're right. Just... the price was lower like this."

"Yeah right." you teased him, smirking. You were playing his same game, and he liked it. "No worries, Jean. Guess we'll just have to drink a little closer than I expected..." he played it cool, but his heart was fucking racing.

He'd flirt a lot with lots of interesting girls, but you? You had something different. You played his game, and that was driving him crazy. Every second you were more interesting for him. So impulsive and ready to try out new things, a girl so ready to flirt back to a man who just scared four thugs for her.

"Inviting someone to drink something with you and ordering only one big milkshake instead of two regular ones just because of the lower price..." you sucked up some milkshake from your straw, then waited for him to drink too, on purpose to tease him again. "...rude." He almost choked on the straw. He coughed so hard his eyes were teary.

He knew you didn't really mean that. You two were playing with each other's mind.

"So why are you here in Singapore?" you asked. But you were serious, now.

"Uhm... I'm actually on a trip with friends, we... we have something important to do. In Egypt."

"Egypt?" He was a traveller? He could maybe bring you along? Maybe... "Sounds so cool... you're from France, aren't you?"

"Oh, oui." He raised an eyebrow, and smirked, sucking on his milkshake straw. "You might want to come and visit Paris, once this issue we have to solve will be solved. I'll be there." He was implying he wouldn't have brought you with him on his trip with his friends?

He just couldn't force you in such a situation. He perfectly understood from the look on your face that you would have been interested in following him and the crusaders. But he had found someone who seemes interested in him and his little flirty games. So special. He couldn't expose you to such a danger.

"Why won't you let me follo-"

"Remember what I told you about the mysterious wounds I caused?" You nodded.

"Don't ask."

"Please. It's for your safety. But I actually... oh shit..." Jean Pierre sighed. "...I flirt because I can't express serious stuff easily... just know you're a special one for me, okay?"

"We've known each other for less than two hours, Jean." you put an emphasis on his name.

"You just asked to follow me in a whole ass trip to Egypt, y/n." He played your game. You laughed.

"You're weird, Jean Pierre Polnareff. It's cute."

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"So here's the part where you go away with your friends and leave me behind?" you teased dramatically, smirking but still holding onto his arm.

Jotaro and Avdol were waiting for him. Kakyoin and Joseph were just peacefully talking. But still, waiting for Polnareff.

"Sadly. This won't be the last time we see each other. I promise." You impulsively hugged him tight. You might have known each other only for few time. But he was the first one to actually listen to you, and the first one to give you such positive vibes after much time of nothing. He knew how to be appreciated. You could swear you almost felt like someone else was hugging you from behind. But nobody was there. Your eyes couldn't see Chariot puppy eyeing Polnareff because it already missed your presence.

"You promise."

"I do." he pulled a small envelope out of his pocket and gave it to you. "And if you do too, this is for you. I'll be waiting."

"Yare, yare... Polnareff, we're going." Jotaro's deep voice broke your little sweet moment. Still, Jean Pierre kissed your forehead, and waved goodbye at you, running a little to reach his friends, who had already started walking away to hurry him.

The envelope in your hands was a bit heavier than you expected. You pulled out the tiny note inside of it, an address was scribbled on it. A French street. He would have been waiting for you to go there, after all. In the back of the note, something else was written.

"You're weird, y/n. It's special."

From the envelope, a red earring in the shape of an half-heart, fell in your hand.

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vegetafan72 · 4 years

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OTP Questions: Avpol #1

Blank Meme here: https://the-moon-dust-writings.tumblr.com/post/179523994973/otp-questions

OTP Used: Avpol- Avdol x Polnareff from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

1. Who laughs at their own joke and who deadpans at the joke?

Polnareff makes himself laugh all the time; usually Avdol is laughing at how cute that is, not that he doesn’t have his own jokes that leave Polnareff rolling on the floor in tears and hysteric giggles. And Avdol is great at deadpan jokes, though he cracks a smile when he hears Polnareff lose it.

2. If they had a secret handshake, how would it go?

Polnareff would really want a secret handshake and would want it to be a complicated long one. Avdol wouldn’t be totally into it, but after enough whining from his French lover, he’d give in, though he’d limit how long and complicated the handshake will be. Once they have one they agree on, Avdol actually kind of likes having it. It would incorporate signs that relate to the both of them like a thumbs up for Avdol and that sort of karate chop that Polnareff does in his signature pose.

3. It’s movie night, what movies are they gonna watch together?

Avdol strikes me as the type who likes documentaries and historical dramas while Polnareff likes comedies and cheesy rom coms/ romantic dramas. Avdol is more willing to compromise on watching comedies and romances (plus he does like romance movies too, particularly when he gets to watch them with his significant other), but Polnareff doesn’t like to watch the type of things Avdol likes. He tries but he usually falls asleep and ruins movie night. Another type of movie they can usually agree on is animated movies. Polnareff loves animated films, even if they’re considered for kids, but he likes them a lot, especially Disney. Avdol doesn’t mind them either, even if the stories and lessons are simple, the artistry used in the animation is something he can appreciate and he has to admit that they are ‘feel good’ movies.

4. It’s time to name their pet they adopted together, who gets to name it? How do they come to this decision?

Their dog, Iggy, would probably hate any animal the two tried to bring home, even though Avdol would really want to get a bird. Iggy would certainly not allow any bird. I headcanon that Polnareff is allergic to cats and no way in hell is Iggy allowing any cats. One day, Polnareff would just impulsively get another dog. He’d see her in the streets or in the window of a pet shop and immediately fall in love with her. Avdol would be greatly annoyed that Polnareff didn’t consult him about it first; pets are big responsibilities, plus they already have a dog and he might not be friendly towards the new canine. Iggy certainly would not care for another dog, but since its a girl, he’s more willing to accept her into the household. As for the name, Polnareff would have already named her and Avdol would just go along with it unless it was a really stupid name.

5. Who would they love to go on a double date with?

Oh, man. I know the popular answer would be JotKak but I don’t ship it. So the next best ship I can think of is Joseph and SuzieQ. Avdol and Joseph have been good friends for a while and enjoy spending time together and Polnareff likes Joseph too. SuzieQ may be the only female, but her bubbly, friendly personality makes it easy for her to get along with the other couple. Their double dates would be at the best restaurants in New York, Paris, and Cairo so its always a guarantee for good food, drinks, and company.

6. Who wakes the other up in the morning? How do they wake them up?

Avdol wakes up early for prayer as part of the Muslim religion. He doesn’t wake Polnareff since there’s no need for him to be up before sunrise and he waits for a reasonable time to wake his lover. He wakes him by flooding the room with light from the windows and going over to kiss Polnareff on the cheek to whisper that it’s morning.

7. How do they celebrate Halloween?

They don’t. France doesn’t really celebrate Halloween and neither does Egypt. Polnareff would think it seems kind of fun, so maybe they attend a Halloween party at Joseph’s residence in New York some years to experience it, but they don’t celebrate it at their own home.

8. Who is more likely to call their partner ‘dude’?

Neither, honestly. It seems a little more likely that Polnareff could use that term, but it’s not really in either of their vocabularies.

9. During a thunderstorm how do they react? Is one scared? Do they both love it? Do they take pictures? ECT.

Polnareff is a little nervous during thunderstorms, but he hides it from Avdol the best he can. Of course his lover knows him too well so he knows that Polnareff isn’t comfortable. Avdol subtly will sit close to him and suggest they do things together to distract him from the storm.

10. Who would looking lovingly at their partner and call them ‘idiot’?

Oh, Avdol does that like everyday. Polnareff is a total idiot, but he’s his beautiful, lovable idiot.

11. It’s time to get groceries, who likes to look at everything and who just wants to power through and get everything done so they can go back home?

Avdol likes to take his time and compare prices. Polnareff can do that too for a while since he can be rather picky about getting good food, but eventually he gets bored and just wants to buy their food and go home.

12. Who is more likely to make a mess in the kitchen?

Polnareff loves to cook, but he hates to clean. He tries to keep his mess to a minimum since he knows Avdol will be pissed otherwise, but when he gets really into it, especially when he’s trying something new, he tends to leave the kitchen in a total mess. Avdol will clean the kitchen out of fairness since Polnareff cooked, but Polnareff might help him with it out of guilt.

13. Who likes to try to prank their partner?

They both do. Polnareff would start it, but oh, Avdol can finish it. It’s never anything harmful, of course; they don’t want to hurt each other. Just funny little things to spook them or trick them.

14. When scrolling on their phone, who is more likely to show their partner a cute picture/video of an animal?

Polnareff mostly, though Avdol will do it with pictures of birds.

15. Who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

Again, Polnareff starts stuff, but Avdol will finish it. Polnareff can get into some seriously stupid and crazy situations and it leaves his Egyptian lover to fish him out of it. It’s all fun and games till Avdol has to burn something down.

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