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cinnbar-bun · 6 months ago

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Monster (JoFoes x Reader)

Characters: Dio Brando (PB), Kars, DIO (SDC), Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo, Enrico Pucci, and Funny Valentine (sorry I have not finished JJL yet so no [spoiler])

Prompt: "He's a wolf in disguise / But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."

Summary: Their "love" for you comes in many different, untraditional ways. Some more dangerous than the others.

Rating: Mixture of SFW + NSFW, but please mind the warnings.

Notes: Reader is GN! and no specific body parts are mentioned for them. Spoilers I guess for their plans? Reader is a human in all of them, Reader replaces Shinobu + Hayato's roles, not much NSFW for Pucci's part in all honesty, FV is a widower (no Scarlet involved).

Warnings: Toxic relationships, MAJOR power imbalances for all of them (maybe minus Kira's). Heavy religion mentions for Pucci (although Reader is not specified to be Christian). This isn't soft or lovey-dovey (but I can do one later), so pleaseeeeee do not read if those kinds of topics make you uncomfortable.

Word Count: ~4.5k (kill me I lost my mind writing this)

Read on my AO3 here!

Taglist (if you'd like to be added, fill out the form in my pinned): @adeadcreator @bruabbina @gingernut1314 @over--heaven

Dio Brando (Phantom Blood)

He most likely was pursuing you long before the mask ever took hold of him. He didn’t do it out of pure love- more likely it was for entertainment and as a chance to hold another thing over Jonathan.

Dio despises how Jonathan attempts to be friendly with you and often will do what it takes to turn you against the poor guy.

He doesn’t even know why he is so adamant Jonathan stays away from you, even more so than with anyone else. He feels a possessiveness towards you that cannot be contained or described in words.

He masks most of his disturbing thoughts and possessiveness for you underneath a facade of charming elegance. He’ll play the part of a picture perfect boyfriend for as long as he needs to.

But even he has to admit he has trouble holding back all these disgusting feelings for you. You frustrate him in a way few ever have and ever will.

Despite his haughty attitude over Jonathan and his eagerness to get ahead, Dio is actually grossed out by himself tremendously with you. He recognizes after getting wasted once again that he is just like his bastard of a father, Dario, and it settles in a gross pit in the bottom of his stomach.

It’s wretched, honestly. While he continuously acts bigger and better than ever to get you to fall further for him, he refuses intimacy or overtly physical gestures. Sharing Dario’s blood with this body makes him sickened at attempting to do anything like that with you.

Compared to his earlier brazen behavior, when he begins to get possessive and attached to you, he almost retreats and refuses to allow himself the chance at intimacy with you.

However… once he puts on the mask and rejects his humanity, Dio becomes a whole new wicked beast.

While he still has sentimental feelings for you, his aggressiveness grows almost tenfold.

Likes to have you sit on his lap while he strokes your head and monologues about his ideals or shows you horrifying imagery.

Blood. Lots of blood.

You’re the only one he attempts to keep alive and refuses to let the others feed off of. If you are to ever be used as sustenance, it is by him and him alone. He gets actively violent against his subordinates if they even think of touching you.

In this stage, he’s more open to intimacy. A bit more, but not at his full peak (we’ll get to that later).

However, the arousal he has is mostly fueled by his bloodlust and hunger. Feedings of you tend to occur after one of his many minions causes some chaos or he gets word of more destruction and feels a possessive streak.

He is pretty sensual, taking his time to showcase how much stronger he is, how much better he is now that he has become an undead horror of the night. But that sensuality is still layered with a hint of hunger and obsessiveness towards you that he cannot contain.

He’s less controlled about his feelings now towards you. His eccentricities make him more likely to just take you randomly at anytime without a care of what is going on around him. And he will verbally tell you them aloud now, enabled by his own inhumanity.

“I can smell your fear, darling. Your heart is pounding fast… tell me, do you desire something more than this innocent petting, dear?”

Loves to bite you and leave marks on you. He likes to have his fangs scratch against your skin before he sucks on that spot. His favorite places include your neck but also in more hidden places like your inner thighs.

Your blood is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He’s addicted to the taste and savors it more than a fine wine. He has to remind himself to take it easy because as much as he loves your taste, you’re still mortal and he has to keep you alive.

Kars

As a Pillar Man, he does not think highly of humans like you. You are a mere mortal, and where you belong is below him. Hardly even worth a glance at all.

But for some reason, despite your status, he found himself protecting you from an encounter with someone trying to rob you late at night. He doesn’t even know why he jumped in to do so, but the look of reverence and awe in your eyes at his display of strength made him… intrigued.

He doesn’t hold back. He tells you everything, because, really, what are you going to do about it? You couldn’t escape even if you tried.

And now, you live your life as his human… pet? Partner? Servant? Thing…?

He’s very unclear about it. Some days he ignores you, and other days he mulls over his thoughts to you while he strokes your head.

Kars rarely ever gets aroused. He’s not a primitive beast and he’s very focused on his goals.

But, intellectually, he is curious about how you behave around him. He kind of likes the attention you give him and he recognizes how you’re affected by him physically.

One thing he’s super proud of? His voice. He knows how his voice can turn you on and drive you mad. He likes to get close to your and have his breath tickle your skin before he whispers words of praise for you doing so well for him.

“Oh, little one, you’re shivering. Are you afraid? Or are you excited?”

His favorite thing is to get you incredibly aroused while barely touching you.

Enjoys you riding his thigh- you look like a wanton little beast who can barely contain themself from him.

Kars likes you vocal, so that means you better be moaning, groaning, gasping, sobbing, and thanking him loudly. He doesn’t care who hears. If you try to hold your voice back he gets rougher to have you be louder.

Most of your intimate encounters will be him getting you off in order to humiliate yourself/hear you praise him. But in the few times he does find himself craving your body, be prepared.

He is huge. That doesn’t need to be stated but he’s big. Muscular. Strong. Tall. And he’s got full control of nearly every fiber of his body. As the perfect being, he knows he’s well-endowed and uses it to his advantage.

Some days he’s merciful and likes to take his time and prepare you. He’ll coo to you as if you are a mindless little animal (you probably will be after how well he stimulates you) and praise you for taking him so well.

“How precious. Control your breaths, pet. You can’t be this exhausted when we’ve barely begun yet. Now… relax yourself.”

Other days, he’s merciless and will use you without abandon. His cruelty and dominating nature comes out full force.

“Hmph, is this how you treat your new god? Beg better, or I’ll stop. You should be grateful I even deign to touch your mortal body.”

Although he insists he is not affected by your presence or that you are but a toy for him to entertain himself with, if someone were to threaten to harm or take you back (ie. Joseph/Caesar), he will step in and put an end to that foolish thought.

“It is unwise of you to think that you will take what is mine away from me.”

DIO (Stardust Crusaders)

A Dio fully in touch with his desires with little remorse or care. This new body of his makes him more confident and lecherous.

The many ‘victims’ that take up his bedchambers are usually fodder he disposes of quickly. And the ones that are ‘lucky’ enough to escape are very few.

You happen to be fortunately (or unfortunately) be his favorite. And being Dio’s favorite means many things.

You get special privileges almost no one else receives. Only you are allowed to caress and touch him so brazenly and easily, and only you can get somewhat mouthy with him.

He spoils you with fancier foods and drinks to fill you to your heart’s content. While others can argue over scraps, he gives you the opportunity to sit on his lap and feed him. And if he’s feeling nice, he’ll feed you too.

You also are practically immune to anything, so long as you keep remaining his favorite. If a minion tries something with you? Dead. Someone from the ‘harem’ insults you? Dead. Hell, a bird made too loud of a noise? Dead. He finds it hilarious to inflict damage due to his whims and somewhat twisted obsession with you.

“Hoh? Does it please you, knowing your lord is willing to go to such lengths to keep you safe? Now, what will you do to showcase how pleased you are?”

Most people catch on very quickly to stay away from you, lest they face an untimely death.

But it does mean he expects you to serve his every whim quickly. He’s so demanding with you, annoyingly so, actually, and he does it to mess with you. You’re his favorite but he will still be a joker with you.

He feeds on you often, but is in enough control to reign himself from taking all your blood. Sometimes he “jokes” that he just wants to drain you dry, but it’s up in the air.

Dio is pretty selfish in bed. Often he lays back and expects you to ride him, like a good pet should do for their lord. Go on, earn your keep.

He enjoys clawing at your skin and caressing the scratches he leaves on you later on.

Is not ashamed of making a public spectacle of you if he feels like it. Get used to him continuing to pound into you while Hol Horse attempts to give him a report update.

He takes his frustration and anger out on you physically. When he gets news that the Crusaders have foiled another batch of minions, he might go get his violent (and bloody) fill with a few random mortals, then return to you and sternly tell you to get on your knees. The stone cold expression on his face makes the room drop a few degrees and he will not talk much in these sessions.

Dio likes putting you in difficult situations for the thrill of it. Your reactions are always interesting, solidifying his interest in you.

He does admit that he’d probably never put you first above his plans (which he seldom talks about except when you two are relaxing after an intense night) and sardonically chuckles that he may enjoy you now, but it can all change if you stop being ‘fun’ for him.

But when Hol Horse attempts to grab you to threaten Dio, Dio’s face hardens in a way no one has ever seen before, and Hol Horse immediately aborts the plan. You’ve never seen Dio look that terrifying before.

He doesn’t speak of that event again, instead telling you to return to the room and stay there.

Expect him to keep him closer and have a tighter grip around you.

Yoshikage Kira

Hiding in plain sight has never been so easy for Kira after having his face switched with the poor sucker at Cinderella salon.

He could lie a bit longer, play pretend as a dutiful husband as this random man whose appearance he has taken.

He returns home to see you, the partner of the man he just took over, and he knows he’s in for trouble. He’s going to have to not only fend off suspicion from everyone else in town, but especially within his own home. He no longer has a safe space and it frustrates him.

He has never been in a formal romantic relationship, but he attempts to act ‘normal’, keeping some distance but still ‘polite’.

You don’t seem to suspect much- or maybe you’re just so happy to see some changes in your former husband- and always like to chat with Kira. At first he finds it dull and grating, despising how you talk about nothing useful.

But he can’t be too bland, so he’ll respond back. Usually one word responses and the like just to satiate you enough to get him off his back.

However, you’ll occasionally discuss a topic he is more interested in and then he’ll give you more of his personal opinion on the subject. Kira didn’t expect to find some comfort with having another person to share these discussions with.

And while he hated the fact his normal schedule before acting as your husband changed, he slowly starts to grow fond of his new routine with you. Waking up and receiving a goodbye kiss before he goes off to work has become his new morning energizer. Coming home to see the table set with you waiting for him makes the nights a bit more pleasant.

He’ll never really recognize if he enjoys this for real or if he’s doing this to keep up the act of a ‘good husband’. He’ll just let the days continue to go on like this while he loses the others off his back.

Although, one thing that really took him off guard was your heavy affection and sexual desires for him. You have nice hands, he’ll give you that, but he was so taken aback by your behavior. Apparently, throughout the whole night when you dressed up extra nice for him and made him his favorite meal and were complimenting him and swooning over him- that supposedly meant you wanted to take him to the room for some bed breaking action.

He honestly was so shocked that this was what your behavior meant and he had take a moment to recollect himself. Kira declined that first night because he truly has never had sex with another person, less so someone he was pretending to be married to. He was not mentally prepared for that to be thrown at him.

After calming himself down in a few days, he does attempt to be more physically intimate with you.

Yeah he’s mostly focused on your hands at first. He still doesn’t recognize if he actually loves you yet, but he won’t decline you giving him a handjob or stroking your hands over his toned body. And he’s always ready to be licking your hands.

After a few more times of these rather awkward and selfish sessions, he does pay it back and begins to explore your body more. He finds himself fascinated with how your chest rises and falls with every shaky breath and moan you let out. He likes the way your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His compulsive tendencies do appear in the bedroom, and he does let them out, but they honestly come off as roleplay. It’s kinda hot to hear your normally calm husband just huff and lecture you while he bends your body around roughly to ‘set you straight’.

“Enough of that. Seriously, can you not even put yourself together correctly? If you can’t dress properly, then don’t bother wearing anything at all.”

He’s way too deep into this marriage life with you, getting extra frustrated if anyone dares to disturb whatever you two have going on.

Diavolo

He falls in lust first. He hasn’t learned his lesson from the last time. Diavolo is a heavy believer in the concept of ‘Fate’, but he believes he is the ‘King’ who can overcome it.

Surely… ‘fate’ wanted you to be his subordinate.

You do a wonderful job, you never ask any questions that are unnecessary, and you never stray too far from what he’s asked. You always manage to get the job done in your own, unique way.

You’re his most trusted subordinate (underneath Doppio), and Diavolo can’t help but feel that selfish urge to contain you as a part of him forever. You’re attractive, so cunning, and so loyal to him- something that makes him believe you were meant to be ‘his’.

He’s run from his past for so long, but that makes him cocky. If you were to somehow lose his interest, he surely would overcome this ‘challenge’ and defy your fate, too. You’ll never know what hit you. Not to mention, he completely believes he’ll be able to keep you in check and under his thumb. He’s learned that much from his time.

So he lets himself be known to you, after all, good servants deserve some ‘rewards’ from their king, do they not?

He is a cruel man in bed, doing almost everything in his power to exert his control over you and dominate you.

Bondage, toys, threats, punishments, and even using King Crimson are not too out of line for this sadist.

He enjoys overstimulating you, loving the way you babble nonsense and tell him it’s ‘too much’.

The louder and messier it is, the better. Anything to show you who is the one in control and in charge, and where your proper place as his most devoted servant is.

He insists on a BDSM lifestyle outside of the bedroom too. Diavolo is not short on funds, so he’ll gift you an expensive accessory (probably with built in tracking on it) as a ‘reminder’ of who you belong to.

But knowing Diavolo, it’s a veiled threat. Fail to comply with his demands, fail to be entertaining to him, or worst of all, fail to keep his trust- you’ll be dealt with swiftly. Choose wisely when he ‘graciously’ lets you roam free.

He’s pretty giving otherwise. His constant jumping from villa to villa or hotel makes him take you with him and allow you some luxuries in those areas. You will always have a private suite away from the rabble and be able to relax.

Diavolo finds it sweet that you’ll trace the paisley tattoos/markings on his arm (sorry I like tattoos so uh-). He’ll let you do it for a bit, all while smirking down at you in amusement.

“Enjoying yourself, tesoro mio?”

Gets incredibly angry at the thought of someone touching you or finding you. Not purely out of love- but as a desire to keep you to him. If someone figured out your relationship with him, he’d have to swiftly deal with them and possibly you to keep himself hidden.

He does trust Doppio to escort you and take care of you, allowing him to be perhaps the only other person to see you physically and take you around wherever Diavolo needs you to be taken.

Surprisingly, Diavolo likes to listen to the opera and will play some records for you both to listen to while you both unwind or he is working on mundane things for Passione.

Enrico Pucci

A master manipulator who believes everything he’s doing is for your own good. He meets in the prison- you’re down on your luck, but you’re earnest and seeking redemption. How could he not want to give you the peace you’ve been searching for?

As the chaplain of Green Dolphin, he does get more access to you than others get, as well as allowing you the chance to take a break from your prison activities to talk or assist him.

He believes the chance meeting with you, you who was so pitiful in the chapel and begging for anything to comfort you in your hard time, was another mechanization of “gravity”.

It was simply fate to meet you, and it was fated that he had to be the one to save you. Perhaps this was a second chance at something he needed to do to be redeemed. Perhaps this was him seeing a kindred spirit within you.

Pucci takes it upon himself to offer you counsel or give you a moment of reprise. Once you two get closer, he begins to encourage more discussion and debate from you.

“Humans are powerless to oppose fate. Wouldn’t you agree on that?”

But Pucci is obviously not the completely helpful priest he acts as, as his more sinister and rough behaviors come out the more he is ‘pulled’ to you.

Pucci does continue to use Whitesnake as a mouthpiece, often to voice more ‘warnings’ to you so you do not get scared of Pucci directly. Obviously Whitesnake is just a separate being from Pucci, and you have nothing to worry about, because you obviously were not planning on doing anything to jeopardize Pucci’s goals or ideals, right?

He uses his authority and standing in Green Dolphin to get his way. Whether it is ridding of annoying prisoners or guards who bother you, or having you isolated as ‘punishment’ for perhaps doing something he didn’t like, Pucci will pull as many strings as he must.

Only he has your best interests in mind, and only he is the one who can give you salvation and the hope you long for. He is your ‘fate’ so long as you comply.

He has to admit, he is curious to get your Memory DISC to see all your memories. But he recognizes that would possibly be a step too far (he has some boundaries, he thinks) and attempts to get you to admit your memories on your own.

Incredibly attentive and will recall anything you’ve told him with 100% accuracy. It can be comforting and nice when you want to vent or talk to him. Do not think you can lie your way around him, though. Whether you’ve intentionally lied to him or not, he will promptly correct you and tell you to be truthful.

Pucci believes the Heaven Plan will save you and make you more willing to accept your fate. He confesses to you that what he’s doing will make you happier, will make you more free, and will make your tears dry up.

Although he says that, sometimes, when he looks at you, he does get those same feelings from before he met Dio. Those dreams of running away, running far away and committing blasphemous acts with you, much like those of the novels he’s read. He brushes them aside and counts prime numbers to rid himself of those ideas. He’s so close to his goal.

“Enough, Pucci. Enough. You’ve committed to this. You’re doing this for the good of humanity. Even if it’s hard, they’ll understand. They’ll come to learn to love their new life and accept their fate with a smile.”

Funny Valentine

Funny prioritizes public appearance and his goals over his private life. Despite Scarlet being gone from the picture, he isn’t all that distraught. But being a ‘widower’ does give him some sympathy from the public that he uses to leverage good PR.

And you are such a helpful assistant to him. You always have everything under control, every plan together, and whatever he may need quickly finished and given to him without him having to utter a word.

That competence is quite attractive to him, more so than your physical features (which he does enjoy and did catch his eye before).

He thinks to himself as a joke that he’d just adore having multiple copies of you running around the White House (and in the room) thanks to D4C, but he knows how dangerous it would be to play with your life like that. You’re so useful to him now, so he’ll care for you.

Funny pulls lots of all-nighters, especially during the Steel Ball Run, and that means, likewise, you are too, as his devout assistant. This does mean he’s more tired, but also more personable than his stern public face.

Sometimes he rambles about anecdotes from his time in the army or working as a senator. Sometimes he’ll tell a bad joke that makes you laugh from the fact that the strong president would say such a strange thing out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’ll admit how lonely it is, being the most powerful man in America. Especially without anyone beside him.

He takes advantage of the sob story he has to get you to be more vulnerable with him. And when you comfort him and offer him some help, he is quite happy internally that you did exactly what he hoped you’d do, but outwardly acts humble.

“How kind of you, dear. You needn’t worry about my nonsense, though. You aren’t on my payroll to be my personal therapist. I already stress you enough, as is.”

But you insist and who is he to deny you?

It doesn’t take long after that for your relationship to go beyond professional boundaries. A touch here, a longing gaze there- and Funny has to admit he enjoys the thrill of having a secret affair going on with his assistant right under the nose of the rest of the workers there.

And, scandalously, Funny is a freak. A really freaky guy.

Don’t get fooled by his professional nature and good posture that he displays for the newspapers. Funny is perhaps the most experimental and freaky man on the list, willing to try almost anything at least once (and it does give a good excuse to take you to his chambers).

He indulges in plenty of kinks; bondage, domination (whether you or him), roleplay, exhibitionism- it doesn’t matter.

But he will try to reign himself in because he is the president, even if he’d love nothing more than to have you on his desk and weeping for him. His biggest kink is roleplay, and in private, he will want to be addressed differently. This must go on at all times behind closed doors. Failure to adhere to his rules or attempting to embarrass him publicly will result in punishment.

“You little brat! Have I not been clear on what you were to do? Or were you hoping I would take matters into my own hands? Hm, since you seem to enjoy acting so improper, perhaps I shall reteach you manners. Lay down, now. I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming.”

Funny can look calm during any arguments he has with you, thus making him a tough man to debate. He is authoritative and believes he knows what’s best. While some backtalk is fine for the most part, after a while he puts his foot down and tells you to stop.

But then you two see each other after you’ve calmed down, and he holds you while apologizing. He’ll insist he loves you very, very much, but he’s just under so much stress and while you may have your heart in the right place, there are some things that just can’t go as you like.

Possessive when it comes to you, keeping you monitored by guards and by his side almost 24/7. You weren’t planning on betraying the country you love so much, were you, dear?

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naomijoestar · 2 months ago

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hii!! can we have ‘getting a hard on from their crush’ but for the stone ocean guys this time? (especially puccii <3)

if you can write it ofcc, tysm in advance—i <3 ur work sm

Masterlist here <3

I love this so much👀 I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry for the late reply! And I’m so glad you love what I put out omg😭❤️ Also to anyone who has requested something and I haven’t replied yet dw I’m not ignoring I will be working on it when I get the time!

characters: pucci, anasui, weather report, versus, rikiel, johngalli A, jotaro 6, DIO 6

warnings: slight NSFW

Stone Ocean men getting a hard on from their crush

Enrico Pucci

You and Pucci are seated in his private study at Green Dolphin Street prison. The atmosphere is quiet and composed, the soft shuffle of papers the only sound until you stretch your arms over your head, exposing just a sliver of skin beneath your shirt

Pucci is a man of immense control—both over his emotions and his body. Yet, when you arch your back, extending your arms and giving a soft sigh of relief, his eyes betray him for just a moment. The way your body curves so naturally, with the faintest hint of skin revealed, sends a surge of unexpected heat through him

He tightens his grip on the book in his hands, lowering it to mask the way his breath hitches. His body reacts in ways that make his internal struggle flare. He feels the stirrings of desire—a reaction he knows all too well, but one he fervently resists

“You must be tired,” he says, his voice steady but his hands gripping the leather-bound book just a bit too hard. His gaze drops, betraying a flicker of something primal as he watches the smooth lines of your body relax into the stretch

You catch him staring, but it’s the tension in his face that gives him away. His mouth is a firm line, his brow slightly furrowed as if he’s silently chastising himself. His mind wrestles with his faith—he is a man of God, devoted to a higher purpose. He shouldn’t be feeling this. It’s wrong

“This… temptation,” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself, though you catch it. “It tests my faith.”

There’s a brief silence before he turns his head away, trying to regain his composure. He doesn’t move, though; his body remains stiff, his legs crossed in a way that might seem casual to you, but Pucci knows better. He’s hiding the physical reaction that he knows his religion would condemn

“I am a servant of a divine cause,” he continues, his voice low, as if reminding himself of his purpose. Yet, despite the words, his eyes glance back at you, betraying the conflict raging inside him.

Narciso Anasui

Anasui and you are sitting side by side, your legs barely touching, in a quiet corner of the prison yard. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and you’ve just kicked off your shoes, stretching your legs in front of you

Anasui watches intently, trying to act like he’s simply enjoying the scenery. But when you stretch, your legs extending, feet flexing, the fabric of your pants tightens slightly over your thighs. His breath catches as you lean back on your hands, your body arching in a way that makes his gaze linger on the curve of your waist

He’s never been shy about how he feels—he wants you, and he’s made it clear before. But now, seeing you stretch like that, casually and completely unaware of how it’s affecting him, his heart pounds harder, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His body reacts instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his abdomen, and he can’t stop his eyes from tracing the lines of your body

“Damn,” he mutters, his voice low but unmistakably turned on. His usual confidence falters slightly as he feels a throbbing intensity building beneath his clothes, and he casually moves a hand to cover his lap, trying to play it off

You glance at him, catching the way his eyes darken as they linger on you. Anasui quickly shoots you a crooked smile, but there’s something more heated behind it. “You’re making it really hard for me to focus right now,” he teases, though the rasp in his voice gives away just how serious he is

He leans in slightly, his shoulder brushing yours, and you can feel the tension radiating off him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he adds, his gaze drifting from your face to your legs, then back again, his desire barely contained

Weather Report

You’re walking with Weather Report through a misty part of the prison, the air damp and heavy around you. You stop to fix your shirt, the movement causing it to ride up slightly, exposing the curve of your hip

Weather has always been composed, even detached at times, but something about the way your fingers absentmindedly tug at your clothes makes him hyper-aware of you. When your shirt rides up, revealing a hint of skin, his eyes instinctively drop to the exposed sliver, and a spark of heat ignites in his chest

He stands still, watching silently as you adjust your clothes, his pulse quickening in a way he hadn’t expected. Normally, Weather is calm, his emotions buried beneath layers of quiet. But now, with the fog swirling around the both of you, creating an almost intimate atmosphere, his body reacts in a way that surprises him

His gaze lingers on you, his mind wandering into dangerous territory. The warmth building inside him is unfamiliar but not unwelcome. His breath comes out a little heavier, and he silently curses himself for being so affected by something so small, but it’s no use

“You’re… distracting,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, the words sounding almost like they weren’t meant to be heard. He swallows, hands tightening at his sides as he tries to will his body into calming down, but his desire is like a steady pulse, growing harder to ignore.

You catch him staring, and his usually unreadable expression falters for a moment, revealing the heat behind his eyes. He glances away quickly, but the air between you feels charged now, and you both know that he’s struggling to keep himself in check

Donatello Versus

Donatello and you are hidden in a secluded part of the prison, away from prying eyes. You lean back against the wall, stretching your arms over your head, your shirt pulling tight over your chest

Donatello isn’t the type to hold back. When he sees you stretch, the way your body curves and your chest rises with the motion, he feels a jolt of arousal shoot through him instantly. His eyes darken, tracking the movement of your body, and a slow smirk spreads across his face

“You really shouldn’t do that in front of me,” he says, his voice thick with heat, clearly enjoying the effect you’re having on him. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he’s staring, his gaze dropping to your chest before meeting your eyes again with a smoldering look

His body responds immediately, and he doesn’t bother to conceal it. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you as he tilts his head, his smirk widening. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire

The tension between you is palpable, and Donatello’s arousal is obvious, the way his body presses closer to yours making it impossible to ignore. He’s not the type to hold back—if anything, the way you’ve turned him on just makes him want to push further, to see how much closer he can get

Rikiel

You and Rikiel are sitting in a dimly lit room, sharing a quiet moment. You shift your position, lifting one leg and crossing it over the other. The movement causes your shirt to rise slightly, revealing a smooth line of skin along your waist

Rikiel isn’t someone who’s used to feeling in control of his emotions. His anxiety and inner turmoil often cloud his thoughts, but right now, all he can focus on is you. The way your body moves so naturally, the way your shirt rises just enough to reveal your waist—it sends a wave of heat rushing through him

His breath catches, and he quickly glances away, his heart pounding in his chest. But his gaze keeps flicking back to you, unable to resist. He feels a stirring deep inside him, something primal that he can’t control, and it frustrates him

His body betrays him, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his legs to hide the obvious reaction forming below his belt. Rikiel can’t believe how easily you’ve gotten under his skin, how just a simple movement from you is enough to set him on fire

“I-I wasn’t staring,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and unconvincing. He’s embarrassed, his face flushing as he feels his arousal growing, but there’s also a strange excitement pulsing through him. Rikiel is torn between wanting to hide his feelings and giving in to the desire that’s building inside him

Johngalli A.

You’re at the firing range with Johngalli A., watching as he adjusts his sniper rifle. He’s focused, precise, but when you bend over slightly to pick something up, the movement draws his attention to the curve of your back

Even with his limited eyesight, Johngalli A. is hyperaware of his surroundings—especially when it comes to you. The way you move, the subtle sway of your hips as you bend down, it all sends a ripple of desire through him that he’s not prepared for

He clenches his jaw, his grip tightening on the rifle as he feels a sudden rush of heat. His normally calm demeanor falters for a moment, and he struggles to maintain his focus. His pulse quickens, and he shifts his stance slightly, trying to hide the growing tension in his body

Johngalli A. isn’t one to let his emotions show, but this time, it’s harder to keep everything under control. He silently curses himself for getting distracted, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, his mind filled with thoughts he knows he shouldn’t be having

“You’re a distraction,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual. His body reacts before his mind can stop it, and he feels the unmistakable tightness building beneath his clothes. He adjusts his stance again, but it’s clear that you’ve gotten to him

Jotaro Kujo #6

You’re both in the visitor’s area of the prison, sitting across from each other. As you lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, your shirt shifts slightly, showing off the curve of your chest

Jotaro is usually impossible to read, his stoic expression rarely giving anything away. But when you lean forward like that, his eyes flicker down to the exposed skin, and for the briefest moment, he loses his composure. His breath hitches, but he quickly averts his gaze, clenching his fists on the table

He can feel the warmth rising in his body, his muscles tensing as he fights to keep his reactions in check. Jotaro prides himself on his control, but right now, with you so close, it’s slipping. His body responds instantly, a tightness forming in his pants that he tries to will away, but it’s no use

His eyes flick back to you for a second, and you catch the dark, heated look in them before he looks away again, his jaw set in a firm line. He shifts in his seat, crossing his legs under the table, trying to make his reaction less obvious. But Jotaro isn’t as composed as he seems—his mind is filled with thoughts of you, and his body is reacting in ways he’s trying desperately to ignore

He clears his throat, his voice rough and deeper than usual. “You should be more careful,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of something more in his tone. Something he’s not used to feeling, and it’s making him restless

DIO #6

Dio and you are standing in a lavish, candlelit room. You’re admiring the art on the walls when you reach up to adjust your hair, arching your back in a way that accentuates the curve of your body

Dio’s gaze is fixed on you, his eyes narrowing with a mix of hunger and admiration. The way you move so casually, completely unaware of how intoxicating you look, drives him wild. His desire for control, for power, is suddenly eclipsed by a more primal need

His body reacts instantly, heat pooling in his abdomen as he watches you stretch. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He can feel the tightness in his pants growing, but Dio revels in it. He enjoys the feeling of desire coursing through him, and he’s not one to hide it

“You’re exquisite,” he purrs, his voice low and dripping with lust. His eyes trail over your form, unabashed in the way he drinks you in. Dio is always in control—except for moments like this, when the sight of you turns his calculated demeanor into something much more heated

He steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Do you know what you do to me?” he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. There’s no mistaking the fire in his eyes or the way his body leans toward yours, craving more

…👀👀👀 I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it… No joke this might be one of my favorite works thank you for requesting (I might have been giggling and biting my lip while writing this… Maybe…)

If you liked this make sure to check out my other work! If you’d like me to write anything specific for any character/squad from parts 1-7 you can request it <3 My request rules + master are in my pinned post!

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 months ago

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{♡} jojo’s bizarre adventure month.

Welcome evenryone to ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Month’! Throughout whole November, I will be posting one scenario about a character who is related to JJBA manga or anime. As always it will be; one character x reader, two characters x reader, and sometimes several characters x reader. Tags will be different, i.e.: comedy, angst, family!au, romance, school!au, sfw or nsfw… Also, most of the stories will be about a female or gender-neutral reader, because it’s more comfortable for me to write it this way.

This is not the first time I organizes such an action. I added a similar post during ‘Genshin Impact Month’, ‘I love girls Month’ or ‘Music & Vocaloids Month’!!

As mentioned above, the characters you see below are completely randomly selected by me; I simply chose about 31 characters that I like or who is most popular.

I love you all and hope you will like it!!

done | 01/11. first day at school with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

done | 02/11. milf with NARANCIA GHIRGA

done | 03/11. escape with JOLYNE CUJOH, ERMES COSTELLO and FOO FIGHTERS

done | 04/11. new gang member with GIORNO GIOVANNA and BRUNO BUCCIARATI

done | 05/11. training with LISA LISA

done | 06/11. friends with benefits with KOICHI HIROSE and YUKAKO YAMAGISHI

done | 07/11. pregnant with WEATHER REPORT

done | 08/11. divorce with JOTARO KUJO

done | 09/11. eternal enemies with FUNNY VALENTINE

10/11. double life with LEONE ABBACCHIO

11/11. party time with JOHNNY JOESTAR

12.11. reading dark romance with DIO BRANDO

13/11. fingering with ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

14/11. back massage with JOSEPH JOESTAR

15/11. stripclub with KARS, ESIDISI and WAMUU

16/11. missgendering with DRAGONA JOESTAR

17/11. his muse with ROHAN KISHIBE

18/11. helping you with GYRO ZEPPELI

19/11. jealous man with JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF and MUHAMMAD AVDOL

20/11. proposal with NARCISO ANASUI

21/11. pegging with DIEGO BRANDO

22/11. old photos with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

23/11. girl with a gun with GUIDO MISTA

24/11. horse riding with JONATHAN JOESTAR

25/11. mourning with NORAKI KAKYOIN

26/11. crying with ENRICO PUCCI

27/11. rainy night with JODIO JOESTAR

28/11. new girlfriend with CAESAR A. ZEPPELI and WILL A. ZEPPELI

29/11. model with YOSHIKAGE KIRA

30/11. comforting with VINEGAR DOPPIO and DIAVOLO

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 7 months ago

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What WOULD'VE happen if its the jofoes who saw a kid up skirting reader aka their darling?

I know they're villains and is very much cruel, but they wouldn't kill a child...right? (1-8, since the jofoes in P-9 haven't been revealed yet.)

Hmmm I could see a couple of instances of that happening, sadly (but I mean they are villains, but some are more restrained than others, perhaps more for image than anything)

Yandere! Part 1 (Pre Vampire) Dio - I could see this going with him yanking the brats hair and shoving them to the ground. It’s fairly easy for him to maintain his positive status to outsiders, so he could have something happen to them later (but I’d consider this the best outcome for that kid).

Yandere! Post Vampire Dio

Big chance this kid may die by being manipulated by Dio himself, he might decide to turn them/zombify them by apologizing and groveling (chance they could attack their own family). There’s also a chance the kid could just flat out be devoured by the other zombies, the blond wouldn’t even flinch at that. If he’s sorely out of patience he might kill/maim them himself, but it never would come to that. Keep in mind Dio was the type to turn a mother into a vampire and she ended up eating her own child.

Yandere! Kars

Absolutely no cares given about slaughtering a child, not even joking here. He only cares about you, not some slimy brat that decided to pull some nonsense on you. He’d probably lick you clean of the blood afterwards as well. No matter how mad or upset you got, would not make him anymore remorseful for the dead body strewn on the ground.

Yandere! Part 3 DIO

You’d more than likely be held captive in the mansion he’s in, within Egypt so this happening is unlikely. But in the unlikely event something like this happens, he’ll state how brazenly stupid such a move was. Unless he can use the kid in someway, he really doesn’t care what happens to them. So he might “punish” the kid as he sees it fit or have a stand user take care of them.

Yandere! Yoshikage Kira

As long as this kid didn’t see his rather “unusual” indulgences in the past, he doesn’t see a need to murder them right there, though I could see him consider it internally, where the kid wouldn’t be seen. He’s absolutely miffed however, and does grab their hand in a painful way though. Gives them the nastiest glare and reprimand there is, and the kid probably runs off heavily unsettled.

Yandere! Diavolo

Doppio is likely the one to take care of this of course, not that Diavolo he himself isn’t miffed. This probably just makes him consider to keep you locked away somewhere permanently. (This probably happens shortly after this little thing). Doppio makes sure to get it through this kids head, with the harshest grip known to man, that you don’t go doing that to anyone. Let alone anyone he or his boss likes.

Yandere! Enrico Pucci

His reaction is interesting, he is irritated perhaps even a bit visibly by this child’s behavior. He can’t let this kid get away with deciding to upskirt his darling either. He also is a priest image wise, so he has that to consider when punishing this adolescent person. He still has a firm grip on them and decides to take them aside and talk. He’ll face away from you while doing so, and moments later the kid is suddenly apologizing. You can’t tell if Pucci has an uncanny knack for speaking with people or if it’s something else. (It’s likely both).

Yandere! Funny Valentine

He’ll stop this kid almost immediately and there’s a sound of a smack to the back of the head. A stern look and a small speech about respect, Funny Valentine somehow manages to make the kid shame with those words. He wouldn’t let the kid run either and would personally escort them back home to their parents. As busy as he is as a president something childish like that won’t be overlooked by him. There’s a brief dark look in his eye, he can pull the strings to make things happen, he just doesn’t feel the need to expend them here. He does ask you to follow him closer for now on, (maybe an extra guard but he finds it more efficient to be the one to protect you)

Yandere! Toru

He certainly doesn’t appreciate it, and somehow they end up tripping or have some little mishap happen. Yet there’s a bit of a hum in his voice when he tells them he shouldn’t be doing such a thing to people. Any anger or frustration that gets thrown off at Toru, he nonchalantly brushes off. Suggesting the kid apologize, and nothing more will come of it. But there is a stern veiled threat in there somewhere that makes the kid decide to walk off.

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 5 months ago

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Yandere Anasui Narciso X Therapist Female reader

Yep, will do. This is before Joylene went to prison and the events of Part 6 haven't happened yet. Pucci may be mentioned. I have never been to prison and am only using what I've seen of Green Dolphin as reference. Take anything that happens with a grain of salt.

Psychosis (Yandere Anasui Narisco x Fem! Therapist reader)

Tw: Sexism, mental illness, mentions of SA, murder, Anansui, obsessive behavior and other gross and suggestive themes. DON'T READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 17 (even still you're on thin ice if you complain).

The clicking of heels rings through the prison's male section as a woman walks beside two heavily armed security guards. The Green Dolphin male ward was no place for a woman to be by herself. The inmates either made disgusting comments about her and what they want to do to her, or they cursed her out and threatened to kill her when the guards leave.

The woman in question is (Y/N) (L/N) a recent graduate of Florida State University with a master's in psychology. While rather young, (Y/N) was a very bright person recommended to the Green Dolphin Street Prison by her professor. (Y/N) was very interested in the criminal mind and its workings, so this job while not glamorous piqued her interest. Sighing to herself, (Y/N) pulled down her skirt to cover as much of her upper legs as possible. Pigs. She knew none of them would have the courage to act this way when they were in a session with an armed guard.

"Listen newbie these prisoners contain some of the vilest criminals in Florida. You'll need to toughen up because your fancy degree won't be able to protect you." The male officer on your right sneered at (Y/N). (Y/N) huffed before turning to him. "I was under the impression that at least one armed guard would be nearby during a session." The guard on her left snickered mockingly, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. "You're a big girl, you should be able to protect yourself. Besides you ain't even that cute for no one to fu-" (Y/N) slapped the officer's hand away harshly, glaring in disgust. "You have no right to speak to me or any colleague that way." The left male officer's eyes narrowed into his puffy cheeks making him look like an angry bulldog. "You think you can speak to me bitch cause your hot shit?! I oughta beat you like your daddy should have."

The officer on the right looks away as the officer on the left closes in. To (Y/N) it became very apparent that the male officers saw no use of the female employees here and were threatened by her intelligence. She knew that they were masking their precious egos and wouldn't do anything. (Y/N) made no move to back away and looked the chubbier officer in the eyes. "You know projecting your own trauma onto others won't resolve the internal pain." The left guard's cheeks turn even redder as he pulls out his Billy Club. "Why you-!"

Before she was hit, (Y/N) calmly yet defiantly stares into the cop's eyes, he falters and snarls at the woman. "Fucking witch, what did you do to me?!" "Given you something to work on, now would you both kindly escort me to my patients or will I have to report to the warden for gross incompetence." Both prison guards grumbled something about (Y/N) being a "pretentious bitch" but (Y/N) could care less she had clients to meet.

It was turning night and (Y/N) had finished some paperwork on her latest client some blind man named Johngalli A. He refused to open up to her at all and kept staring at the wall. (Y/N) chuckles to herself about the irony of your statement before sighing...why couldn't she just be assigned to the women's ward? Well, time to go home and shower the day away.

Those bastard cops left her defenseless in the men's ward no less! (Y/N)'s heels being the only noise in the uncomfortably quiet hallway. (Y/N) darts her eyes left to right as she turns the corner. Once she gets out of the male ward she can walk to a gate! (Y/N) visibly relaxes at the sight of two guards at the front of the gate. She tenses back up as they block the gate with their faces obscured. "Is there a problem gentlemen?" (Y/N) asks the guards who stood like sentries before the gates of Hell.

"Oh, look at that it's princess, can't believe you survived your first day" cruel brown eyes stared directly into her soul. More cops with a vendetta against (Y/N), when will it end? (Y/N) huffs and tries to barge through the flesh barricade, only to be met with resistance. "What's the hurry pretty thing? We just want to get to know our coworker better right Lewis?" The second one pipes up causing Lewis to glare at him. "Shut it Darnell, just grab the girl!" Darnell shrugs before attempting to grab (Y/N), key word is attempted as (Y/N) does not want anything to do with these men. She elbows the one trying to grab her hard in the windpipe. Darnell wheezes and falls to the ground, (Y/N) pulls pepper spray out of her bag and sprays Lewis in the face. Lewis covers his eyes and falls to the floor hollering.

(Y/N) tries to make an escape when Darnell hits her in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. (Y/N) curses Darnell for recovering quickly as she falls to the ground, black spots filling her vision. "Fuck that bitch is quick on her feet." Darnell gasps as Lewis gets back up their voices become indistinguishable, but (Y/N) sees them getting down and trying to take of her clothes. Tears bubble up as she tries to move away only to be forcefully held down. The last thing (Y/N) sees and hears however is pink hair in her peripheral vision and a scream of agony.

(Y/N) wakes up in the trauma care center with prison nurses fussing over the bruising on her arms. Some cops who weren't complete dicks found the woman lying on the floor with her blouse partially unbuttoned and bruises on her arms and the back of her head. Hanging above your unconscious form were the dead bodies of your would-be assaulters Officers Lewis McVay and Darnell Thompson. Their bodies were so horribly disfigured that officers were only identified by a DNA test.

(Y/N) was horrified at the news yes, she thought they deserved to be punished but for someone to play God to this extent makes the woman feel unnerved. Her boss wasn't completely terrible since (Y/N) was given a week off. In this time, (Y/N) couldn't get the question out of her mind. Who saved her?

Monday at 9 am sharp (Y/N) arrives to work, she won't let the trauma stop her from helping the patients. Also bills need to be paid and college debt doesn't make life any easier. The guard at the front gate greets (Y/N) as she walks into the prison. Before (Y/N) can make it to the health wing, the warden approaches with a stern look on his normally pleasant face. "Ms. (L/N) I hope your break was pleasant, I regret to inform you that an inmate has personally requested you to be their therapist." That was news for (Y/N) as she was under the impression that most of the prisoners in the male ward hated her. It filled her with a weird sense of hope that her progress might not be all in vain.

"Great just hand me his personal files and we'll get started tomorrow." The warden held his puppet Charlotte up to you and spoke through it. "You don't understand, he wants to have a session now!" Now? (Y/N) was stunned why was the warden being so pushy about it. "Alright, I still need the man's files." The warden smiled and handed the woman the manila file under his arm. "Thank you very much Miss (Y/N) you've done the right thing." (Y/N) walked off in the direction of the male ward without bothering to respond.

The male prison ward was a lot quieter with the lack of jeers from the prisoners, however there was a lingering tension in the air. Many of the male prisoners glared daggers at the therapist as she made her way towards the room where her next patient was waiting. Inhaling (Y/N) put on her best brave face and opens the door. Waiting for her with a bored expression was a flamboyantly dressed man with long pink hair. The patient's rose-colored eyes lock with (Y/N) an indecipherable look as he trails her form. The therapist also took his appearance in further as she made her way to your seat.

His attire was impractical for a prison, consisting of a mesh shirt with pink shoe prints attached to it, a purple stewardess hat with gold horns on it, and thigh high white boots trailing up to the skimpiest brown skirt she's ever seen. Sitting down in the seat, (Y/N) greets her patient without breaking eye contact. "Good morning Anasui, I am (Y/N) (L/N) your therapist. I cannot prescribe you painkillers or antidepressants, but I can recommend you to a psychiatrist if I decide it is best for you." Silence. Very well, (Y/N) thought, he must not be quite comfortable yet. "The warden told me you requested my services personally, is that correct?" Anasui stares at your mien before speaking in a baritone voice. "I did doctor." (Y/N) shakes her head as she looks sheepishly at Anasui "Oh no I'm no doctor, I can't afford to spend any more time in college."

"Interesting"

(Y/N) got uncomfortable, it felt like Anasui was the therapist not her. "Do you find my lack of a doctorate amusing Mr. Anasui?" (Y/N) switched to strict therapist voice, she needed to let him know that she won't bend to whatever he has planned for her. Anasui stands up from his seat and stalks closer to the therapist. (Y/N) maintains eye contact with the prisoner as he kneels down until their foreheads are touching. "Why are you here (Y/N)?" Anasui asks as his hot breath fans over the woman in front of him, his tourmaline eyes scanning her facial features for any trace of dishonesty. (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed as she retorted sternly. "That is none of your concern Anasui, please return to your chair." "I won't." (Y/n) furrowed her brow in frustration as Anasui seemed to only get closer. She knows not to reveal all her cards, yet she knows that Anasui will refuse to continue this session unless he's pacified.

"If you must know Anasui, I happened to get into my profession because the criminal mind fascinates me. Now would sit down so I can figure out how to help you?" (Y/N) glares at the unruly patient in front of her, Anasui pulls away and stands back up to his full height, peering down at her. Anasui scoffs before sauntering over to his chair and sitting down. (Y/N) sighs before scribbling down 'difficult patient' on her patient notes. Who could blame her for being a little petty with a criminal? "Alright Anasui how was your childhood?"

(Y/N) came out of the room weary and a bit defeated. It was difficult to get through to someone who looked at her as if she were nothing. The little she gathered about him were short normally one-word answers. However, the audacity does not end there as Anasui asked many invasive questions about the therapist's personal life. (Y/N) gave lackluster responses and it seemed to be the only time that Anasui paid any attention during their session, as she would meet his unwavering gaze greedily soaking up the answers. It was honestly quite creepy.

(Y/N) was not watching where she was going as she collided with a firm object, causing (Y/N) to fall and drop her papers everywhere. "My apologies miss (L/N), I must not have been watching where I was going." A deep yet warm voice spoke as (Y/N) looked up to be met with the prison's chaplain Enrico Pucci. The young flushed as the handsome man offered you a firm hand, pulling her up. He was quite handsome for a man of the cloth. "Oh no father it was my fault, I've been stressed with work recently." Pucci nods his head as he gives (Y/N) a knowing look. "The prisoners here can be quite difficult, but you must not let you stray from guiding these lost lambs to salvation." (Y/N) smiles gratefully at the encouragement from the priest. "Thank you, father I won't let, you down." Pucci waves as the woman walk to the canteen for your meal. She won't let Anasui best her.

Not now, not ever

Lunch was uneventful as the therapist ate in the cafeteria, none of the inmates attempted anything. Must still be afraid of what happened to the last people who tried. (Y/N) didn't mind the peace as she looked through Anasui's file in hopes of getting some information which might crack him. It said he was a lonely boy who enjoyed taking things apart and was sent to the psychiatric ward for disassembling a neighbor's car. Clearly some compulsive behavior that continued on in a disturbing way with his crime. When he caught his girlfriend in bed with another man, Anasui methodically killed and disassembled their body parts so "they'd never be together again". You would think that was the actions of a mentally ill individual, but the psychiatric analysis declared Anasui was perfectly sane. Well, there goes her appetite, however (Y/N) achieved interesting information for her next session with Anasui.

(Y/N) awoke in a cold sweat to the blare of the alarm. She had one of the most disturbing nightmares about Anasui looking down at her with rage and slicing her limbs off one by one as she bleeds to death. The inmate's furious expression frightened her as (Y/N) had never seen more than a neutral expression on the pink haired criminal's face. The woman wanted to avoid that terrible fate of choking on her own blood, so she was determined to get into Anasui's good graces. Dressing in a comfortable sweater and a nice pair of dress pants, (Y/N) applies a slight bit of makeup before walking out the door in pleather dress shoes.

Morning traffic was light as (Y/N) drove down to the prison with a (hot beverage) in hand. Florida's weather was not (Y/N)'s favorite as she felt sweat beats form on the hand holding her beverage. She just hoped the air conditioner was working in her office as she had some paperwork to do after meeting with Anasui. Crossing the bridge, (Y/N) showed her work badge to the officer in the front before driving to the employee parking lot. She was ready to deal with her unruly patient.

(Y/N) could feel the tension filling the room. Anasui refused to look at her and the only sound was the scribbling of her pen. Alright time to deploy new tactics, not looking up from her paperwork (Y/N) asks. "Anasui what's your opinion on love?" At this question, Anasui sat up straight and burned holes into the top of her head. "My opinion on love?" Anasui slowly asks as if he's not sure what (Y/N) just said. (Y/N) looks up with a sweet smile. "Yes, I would like to know how you feel about love. How have you felt it? Who you've loved?" Anasui looks at the therapist with an unreadable expression before he sighs. "I don't love anyone." (Y/N) raises an eyebrow before shaking her head. "That's not what I asked, I want to know how you feel about love. I doesn't have to be romantic or recent, just tell me about your view on love."

Anasui looks like he had been punched in the gut as he looked away from his therapist's calm yet curious expression. "I never loved my family." Anasui began looking unsure of himself as the woman in front of him gestures for him to continue. "It was nothing they did wrong, I just never really cared what happened to them. I never cared about anyone until I met her..." Anasui looks down at his boots as if contemplating how much to share. "Was she your girlfriend?" (Y/N) asked gently, a tone that surprised Anasui. Anasui nodded and looked up to meet the woman's gaze. (Y/N)'s face was warm and welcoming a contrast to the normally hard professional exterior. "What was she like?" Anasui flushed at the question as he looked up dreamily. "She was perfect. Tough yet kind, I felt like I held the world in my arms when I held her." His face softened as his eyes filled with adoration. "What changed?"

At this question Anasui's eyes filled with rage, the same rage that (Y/N) saw in her dream. "I found another man with her in her bed, fucking her right before my eyes. How could she be so shameless as to sleep with another when she was mine?!" Anasui raised his voice towards the end, vitriol filling his voice as his eyes grew dark and a blank expression came across his face. "I figured if that if she didn't love me anymore than she deserved to die. The man who led her astray had to go too." (Y/N) shivered as she tried to keep a neutral face at the prisoner's confession. His voice was measured and cold like a true killer. (Y/N) knew she had to get him out of this volatile head space, or she might be next.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through such heartbreak, love isn't always easy. I don't think you should give up on love entirely Anasui, there's always someone out there for everyone." The therapist hid the waiver in her voice as she felt ice shoot up her spine, Anasui's dead eyes gazed at her apathetically. (Y/N) jumped as Anasui appeared right in front of her caging her into her chair with his body, his gaze fixed like a predator observing its prey. How did he get up so fast?! Anasui observed the panic on (Y'N)'s face as he leaned into her face. "Do you really believe there is someone who is willing to love a monster like me? A murderer who killed two innocent people and feels no remorse?" Anasui challenged the woman in front of him, daring her to delude herself in believing that he was worthy of love.

"Yes, I believe that even murderers can find love." (Y/N) steadily stated placing her hands in her lap to hide how badly they were shaking. The man who put her in such a compromising position scared her to know end. She had dealt with many vile criminals that threatened her life but there was always anger, blazing fire in their eyes. Anasui was icy cold as nothing was displayed behind his eyes. His forehead bumped into (Y/N)'s harshly as he looked her up and down. "Could someone like you love me? Someone innocent and free from the cement walls that confine me?" (Y/N) brought her own face close enough for their noses to touch before speaking. "Yes, even innocent people can fall in love with criminals. It's up to the criminals to open themselves up to the idea of being in love though." Anasui's eyes widened at her action and words, she was tough. However, the fire in her eyes was something beautiful to experience firsthand. She cared enough to try to get through to him which means she cares.

She must love him

His eyes fill with an emotion he only held for one other person, adoration. (Y/N)'s eyes widen as Anasui plants his lips on her forehead and he pulls away smiling. She had never seen this man smile, except when he mentioned his ex. Her gut felt like it was filled with lead as Anasui takes her hands in his and speaks. "I think I'm ready to love again."

I think I'm ready to love again

What an ominous warning for what was to come. If (Y/N) could come back and warn her previous self not to take on Anasui as a patient, she would. However, it seems he was obsessed with her before even officially meeting. This obsession morphed from curiosity to some bastardized version of love. Some sick replacement for affection. (Y/N) couldn't continue this charade of being the caring therapist if it meant her life was in peril. She'd have to move to the women's ward or worst case, another prison entirely. Stirring the coffee that she obtained from the break room, (Y/N) contemplated her next move. Anasui is a dangerous man, who knows how he will react to her leaving? For now (Y/N) needed to lay low and make it perfectly clear to Anasui she did not love him at all.

"You're late." Anasui's voice held a tinge of annoyance as (Y/N) set her leather satchel down. The woman grimaces at the sign of a negative emotion, keep calm and everything will be fine. (Y/N) turned to Anasui and gave him a professional smile. "I don't think it's possible for a therapist to be late, if this concerns you, we can finish later." Anasui considers this and nods, scooting his chair in to be closer to his beloved therapist. (Y/N) pushes her own chair further away from the pink haired male, causing him to frown. "Anasui, you know I am your therapist, right?" Anasui gives her a dreamy look as he reaches out to (Y/N). "You are that and more my darling." (Y/N) recoils into herself at his lovesick eyes burn holes in her very soul. She needs to pick her next words carefully.

"As your therapist it is important that I maintain a distance from your personal life. I believe that it is wise for us to observe our relationship as patient and provider, nothing more and nothing less."

"Marry me."

"What?" The cold feeling of dread raked its icy fingers through your neck hairs, which stood at attention. Anasui's pink lips quirk into a confident smirk as he pulls a small black box out of God knows where. He opened it to reveal a modest ring with a small diamond. "I see no need to court properly as we already know so much about each other. I want you to be my wife and I will be your husband." "NO." (Y/N) shouted her calm facade quickly unraveling as Anasui approached her chair once more.

"No."

(Y/N) looks away from the towering pinkette in front of her, the room's energy becoming sharp and frigid like an icicle. (Y/N) had to stand firm now or she would never escape this monster "I can't marry my patient; besides you know nothing about me." (Y/N) thought reason would reach the seemingly logic-oriented prisoner, but he was too far gone. A rough hand gripped her chin and pulled her face to peer at his own misty-eyed stare. "You're wrong, I know more about you than even your own parents. I can treat you better than any other man so why do you refuse me." (Y/N) didn't believe him one bit.

"What's my favorite color?"

"(F/C)."

"When was I born?"

"(DOB)."

"Do I have a pet?"

"No but you've also preferred cats over dogs."

(Y/N) gasped and pushed herself further in her chair as the monster in front of her caged her in once more. This has to be a bluff, an attempt at besting her, she won't yield. "Anasui if you don't sit down, I will alert the guards." (Y/N)'s tone waivered as her eyes were wild with panic. Anasui soaks in (Y/N)'s terrified expression with a deadpan expression. "If you call the guards, I'll slaughter every last one of them. If you leave, I'll break out and find you." His eyes did not lie as he said this phrase, she were frightened. How unstable could a prisoner be to claim to love her after only a few visits?

Before (Y/N) could retort, Anasui slams his lips on hers muffling any cry for help. He took advantage of her open mouth to wriggle his pink muscle in. (Y/N) screamed into the kiss as Anasui had closed his eyes in bliss. The therapist lay limp as she let him have his way with her mouth, before he pulls away a sting of saliva connecting (Y/N) to this ravenous beast. "If you're not ready for marriage now we can court, just know that refusal can lead to the death of many." Leaning down to place open mouth kisses on her now exposed neck, leaving pink lipstick marks all over.

"What will it be (Y/N) marriage or courtship?"

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dioslesbianwife · 16 days ago

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Headcannons for jojo villains if the reader asks them to do their hair!

••••••••••••

Wamuu

He’s the first one you approach. His own hair always looks decent, so surely he’s got some secret technique.

“Wamuu,” you say, dragging a brush through a tangle with a wince, “how do you deal with this?”

“I brush it,” he replies plainly, as if it’s that simple.

“Yeah, but like—can you do mine? Please?”

Wamuu nods seriously, taking the brush from your hands. You sit cross-legged on the floor, expecting him to be gentle. Instead, he brushes with the strength of a warrior.

“Ow! I said brush, not rip my scalp off!”

“Pain builds character,” he replies without stopping, though his grip softens. By the end, your hair is smooth, but your scalp feels… disciplined.

Dio

Dio laughs when you ask him. “Do I look like a servant to you?

You shrug. “You’ve got good hair, so I figured you’d know what you’re doing. Guess I was wrong.”

He narrows his eyes, unable to resist a challenge. “Fine. Sit.”

To your surprise, Dio is actually skilled. He hums softly to himself as he braids your hair, fingers working with practiced precision.

“This isn’t bad,” you admit.

“Of course it isn’t. I am Dio.” He pauses, smirking. “Though I doubt you’ll find anyone else who can match my artistry.”

“Sure, you’re the Michelangelo of hair.”

Kira

When you ask Kira, he looks appalled.

“I don’t… touch people’s hair.”

“Not even your own?”

“I keep mine short for a reason,” he replies stiffly. “I have no interest in… detangling chaos.”

“You’re useless,” you say with a sigh, walking away. You don’t miss the way he mutters something under his breath.

Pucci

Pucci listens patiently as you explain your plight, nodding with understanding.

“Of course I’ll help,” he says, taking a seat behind you.

You hand him a comb, expecting some gentle care, but instead, he starts lecturing.

“Do you know the story of Samson?”

“Pucci, if you don’t stop monologuing and start brushing—”

“Samson’s strength was in his hair, perhaps yours holds its own power.”

It’s not the worst hair session, but the sermon drags on until you finally escape.

Doppio

Doppio is thrilled when you ask for his help.

“You trust me with your hair? Really?!”

“Yeah, just don’t do anything weird with it.”

He giggles nervously but does an okay job brushing. At one point, he ties a bow in your hair with some ribbon he found.

“There! Now you look even cuter!”

You laugh, patting his arm. “Thanks, Doppio. It’s not bad.”

When Diavolo takes over later, he immediately cuts the ribbon off.

Funny Valentine

Valentine’s reaction is pretty neutral. “Hair care is an important part of presentation,” he says, rolling up his sleeves.

You sit down, expecting some sort of patriotic monologue, but he’s actually quite skilled. His movements are efficient, and he even uses some sort of oil that leaves your hair shiny.

“There. As polished as any American hero,” he says, admiring his work.

“You’re weird, but thanks,”.

Kars

Kars is the most confident of them all. “My hair is superior,” he declares. “If you wish for perfection, you’ve come to the right being.”

You let him have his moment as he gets to work, though his commentary is endless.

“This strand is inferior,” he mutters at one point. “You should be honored I’m improving it.”

By the time he’s finished, your hair looks amazing, but you’re emotionally drained.

•••••••••••

In the end, you realize asking for help might not have been the best idea, but at least your hair looks… mostly decent.

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livingdeadmlm · 1 year ago

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Pucci mastermind annon here 🥱 I have a mini obsession w/ anasui so pretty pls

Pucci and anasui (separate) with a himbo bf who constantly fawns over them 🤞

He’s flustered all the time because of it

It feels odd to have someone so divine worship him

He’s bad at complements himself so whenever you just say them so easy he practically loses his mind

He thinks about your complements all of the time while working or when things get slow

At first he just feels awkward with the complements but as you kept giving them, as your touch remained general against his skin he felt himself grow comfortable and happy with the complements

He never thinks your lying, he finds that your simple and sweet nature that it wasn’t possible for someone so dumb sweet to be evil

Loses his goddamn mind

To have someone be obsessed with him he’s not used to it but boy does he come around to it

Lays on his stomach and kicks his feet at your words of praise in your cell that he frequently visited

When he sees you enter the room he poses himself to look beautiful at any angle

He gets more creative with his outfits practicing begging for more compliments from you

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princelylove · 1 year ago

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Thank you your highness for answering all my questions on ranking yandere Joestar and Jobros. This time, can I ask for the Jofoe too? I can't rank them myself because all of them are so dangerous, I seriously see all of them have equal rank.

I'd love to hear your opinion on this, please enlighten me with your knowledge my prince ~

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I just realized I forgot funny valentine. That's on me. Oops. I don't know, have you considered just... not being american? Super easy to avoid him just get on a boat and don't come back. Kidding, I'll write something serious for him later on. They're all bad, but a general easiest to hardest:

Doppio is a hard worker. He devotes a good chunk of his time to carrying out orders for the boss, he doesn’t really have time for a darling, but… Boss will allow him to have a crush. It’s a little treat. As long as Doppio keeps his distance, it’s harmless. He spends his weekends following his darling around- he asks Diavolo to look into you for a little reward. He does well on a couple of jobs in a row? Here’s your favorite color, and what you wear for pajamas most nights. Doppio has a lot of self control, he’s not going to cave just because you’re gorgeous and he has some free time. He’ll keep his distance until Diavolo gives him permission to engage- which he won’t be receiving any time soon. Doppio’s darling- I feel as if “crush” is significantly more appropriate- likely won’t know that they have a secret admirer who already knows every little detail about their life until it’s time for Doppio to receive a proper present. Maybe for Christmas Diavolo will let him bump into you in the street.

Yoshikage Kira is safe if he’s obsessed enough. He’s a bit impulsive with collecting his girlfriends, but he doesn’t like you for your hands. He likes you, as a whole. Ugh. That’s so annoying. He doesn’t want to have a real partner- do you know how much effort it is to have one of those and keep up his streak of roughly fifteen years of killing? He’s not going to just let his little habit go, but… maybe you’re fine with him having something on the side, to hold himself over. Maybe. He’d have to ask after pursuing you normally, and if you say no, or Kira decides not to ask at all since ‘hey that’s weird and we’re trying to be as normal as possible here’… well. He’s been lying this long. Might as well add another to the lie bin. Since he wants to be as normal as possible, he doesn’t express any of his yandere tendencies until much later on- and he can be satiated if you play into his fetishes and preferences enough.

DIO has matured a lot in his life, surprisingly. He’s not going to kill off his darling just because he’s in a mood. He’ll do it for a proper reason. You’ll have warnings. You’ll have easy, simple rules established very early on in knowing him. Really, are you trying to provoke him into punishing you? Simply ask if that’s what you want. He spoils you so, doesn’t he. DIO cares a lot about his darling actually wanting him- if he’s forcing it, it ruins the experience. He understands you need to have a proper relationship with him, complete devotion won’t happen in a day. Make no mistake, you will be his, he’s just fine going slowly. He’s certainly got the time for it, and it’s not like he’s holding you captive. No, no, never captive. Possibly if he snaps because you keep outright rejecting him and it’s really setting his abandonment issues off. He’ll just send a little toy to keep you company when you feel the need to go on a little outing. Vanilla Ice will hold your bags for you, or maybe Mariah can show you around. If neither of them are someone you want to socialize with, he has options. Lots of options.

Enrico cares less about you having a choice. To him, he knows better, and is often frustrated with your judgement. Please listen to his advice- he’s only here to provide you with the resources you need to flourish. If Enrico has no problem talking to DIO as his equal, then he certainly has no problem telling his darling ‘no’ directly. He recommends passages in the bible to read that directly coincide with what’s going on in your life- You often find little handwritten notes in your cell on your desk. The first time it happened, there was a bible sitting on your bed, with a note being used as a bookmark. It was between the pages of Isaiah- stuck in the pages about sin and confessions. It makes you gag how neat and proper his handwriting is, “My doors are always open for you.” When you don’t come, he leaves another note, with a page and paragraph you’re supposed to read before whatever it is he has to say. If the slightly passive aggressive notes don’t reach you, perhaps a more personal approach is needed.

Dio in his youth is… unstable. He hasn’t learned that patience is king. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to get it now. Denying him is the stupidest move you could possibly make, he has all of this newfound power and confidence and isn’t going to waste it by letting you just get away. You may scurry off if he frightens you too much, he does love the chase. He just can’t help himself when he catches you- you look good trapped under him, he needs a little reward. It’s not going to hurt, it’s just a small bite… Have fun with a chunk of your neck missing because little dio got excited and couldn’t help biting as hard as he could.

Diavolo is a classic creep. He’s a bit repressed. Over a decade of restraint will do that to you, but Diavolo doesn’t realize that touching himself to the cameras he placed in your room and the places you frequent isn’t going to satisfy him entirely. Maybe Doppio can spell it out for him- he should indulge! Live a little! The last time he ‘lived a little’ he made the worst mistake someone in his position could possibly make, but hey. He was young, you can’t really fault him for that. Diavolo monitors you as if it’s part of his job- there’s absolutely nothing he doesn’t know about. Your other suitors are taken care of by la squadra esecuzioni, they have a bit of a running joke that they’re praying for you to get around a bit more, easy jobs are welcome when the boss works them like dogs. Diavolo is happy to watch you, he keeps a tab open of whatever you’re doing while he works. Indulges by having Doppio follow you on your errands, lightly suggesting he should record. You often receive expensive gifts from a ‘secret admirer,’ with typed notes attached. It’s only a matter of time until that isn’t enough to hold him over, and he sends someone to collect you. No, now that he’s thinking about it… No one will treat you as well as he would, it’s better not to leave you to the hands of someone just doing a job. Diavolo fully intends to love you, and won’t take a ‘no’ once he’s broken his streak of self control.

Kars did not always want a mate. He’s not really the romantic type, or someone who clings to sentiment, but there’s just something so adorable about you. He loves life, although he normally isn’t fond of humans. He loves seeing the life in your eyes, the way your chest moves up and down in fear as he gets closer… He’s salivating at the thought. Kars tells himself he wants a pet at first- he already has a sizable family. He has a son figure, he has a… He’d call Santana a pet, really, he has someone his age to socialize with… He supposes he could use a mate. Kars hasn’t had one of those since he was just a little one, and it’s not really something he missed. When you express that you don’t want to bow down and give everything up for him, Kars is more than confused. You must be making a joke- he’s heard of humans telling obvious lies for humor. How amusing. Now, come when you’re called, or he’ll send Santana to retrieve you. He prompts you often, but you can tell he doesn’t really care about the answer. You bore him sometimes with your ‘Please don’t hurt me’ and your ‘Please, please, let me go’ nonsense, how could he be expected to always find it fun? Your resistance only amuses him when you do something about it. Good, you’re running. Kars would love to play chase with you.

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vladtepesishot · 2 years ago

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Enrico Pucci romantic and NSFW headcanons/scenarios

notes: happy pride fags; wrote this from the perspective of a PRISONER reader and Pucci is younger in this scenario, so obviously pre-Stone Ocean + sorry if there are any misconceptions or errors, i'm not american and english is not my first language :)

• Your love story is definitely a slow burn with a lot of mutual pining

• Just like any priest, he'll keep you a secret from prying eyes, away from any judgement.

• DEFINITELY will ask you to stop attending mass (if you even went in the first place)

• But you won't have any problems with privacy, because he has the authority and the trust of other prison guards.

• I see him as a very gentle and a bit 'old fashioned' partner who will pay a lot of attention to the details: For example, he will tie your shoelaces for you, straighten your shirt collar, tuck your hair behind your ears and other small acts of care.

• Still gripping onto his faith, Enrico will try not to pursue your body, since according to God's Word premarital sex is a mortal sin.

• In a desperate attempt to maintain his purity in the eyes of God, he will get married to you in the prison chapel - a marriage only known by you, him, and God. There will be rings, but they will rather serve as a formal gift, since nobody shall know about your relationship.

• After that, your relationship finally became sexual. Unlike many christian men, Pucci won't feel entitled to your body for his own sexual pleasure just because your his spouse (in the eyes of God) now.

• Your sex life mainly consists of quickies in the room allotted to him by the prison. From time to time he will bribe the guards so they will make sure no one bothers you for a few hours. By nature, he's a tender and attentive lover. With him the squeaky old bed in his small cramped room seems like the actual heaven. Very needy from his previous abstinence. Sex with him is the fusion of your souls above anything else. Extremely upset from not being able to sleep together and too much bribery will bring a lot of unnecessary suspicion. Won't ever be rough or animalistic. The sex is only on the bed. Will treasure every second spent with you and will try to make the most of it.

• (If you're not serving a life sentence)

Everyday Enrico imagines your life together. His greatest fantasy is starting a family with you and making your marriage official. Will actively help you with your parole. When you're finally free, he'll quit his job and convert to a branch of Christianity that allows it's priests to marry.

• (If you're serving a life sentence)

Despite your happiness together, he can't help, but think about the future. This can't last forever. Will you just stay together till the end? He still has other possibilities in life, maybe one day he'll grow tired of his job and will consider quitting, but will be unable to do so because of his fondness of you. Most likely, he'll pull himself together and quit his job, leaving you here, despite holding you so close to his heart. If he still longs for you, he'll pay you visits, but definitely not for long.

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aquietlifesblog · 4 months ago

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Ravening Wolves (Dio x F!Reader) 4/?

"When it's all over," he breathes, "when I stand supreme, and am no longer a slave to fate... I shall show you heaven..."

At long last, the time has come to set your grand scheme in motion: the elimination of Jotaro Kujo and Dio's glorious resurrection. The Age of Heaven is near, and you won't let the Joestars stop you—no matter how hard they fight. You've defied fate and death for Dio. Perhaps one day you'll tell him how you feel. A sequel to 'Hungry Eyes.'

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Chapter 4: Burn

"Fate, my dear, is an unyielding force, an unbreakable chain that binds us all." Dio's voice resonated through the room like a haunting melody, each word dripping with a profound weight. "Those who lose were fated to lose, and those who win were destined to triumph from the beginning."

The moon bathed the library in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced like specters among the towering shelves of books. It was amongst that light that Dio lounged, his languid form stretched across a velvet chaise.

"The true winners of this world, are those who get to witness heaven. Only by understanding the laws that govern fate can one hope to achieve such a feat." His gaze lingered as he spoke to you, and, at that moment, you felt as though Dio saw you, not only as the person you were but as the person you could become.

"Is that what your goal is then, to reach this 'heaven?'"

Dio reached forward, raised a goblet mouth, drank deeply of his favorite wine, and licked the excess from his porcelain lips.

"It's more than just a dream. I swear to you, I will get there someday."

"Is that so?" You lifted the goblet and drank from his cup. And at that moment, the corners of his mouth lifted into a mischievous grin.

"You may follow me if you'd like...I may even find a place for you there." In his eyes, that deep golden gaze, you glimpsed the growing storm of his dreams and his desire. You wondered then what the future held for him, for all those whose lives would intertwine with his...

...and you wanted to be part of that dream.

Amidst the crackling chaos, tendrils of smoke writhe and curl in the air, blacking out the stars in the sky. The grand mansion is an inferno now, as fire blazes through the busted windows and wooden doorframes of the Pendleton Estate.

Jotaro knows what he must do, he knew from the moment he saw you move despite the influence of that cursed alarm:

He needed to gain control of his movements and force you down into the flames.

But as you thrust your arm forward, and your nails grow warm and wet with his blood, Jotaro Kujo falters.

Your fingers tear through the muscles of his abdomen, breaking his ribs and slicing his organs. In shock, he isn't sure he knows what to do. He coughs once, twice, and blood drips down from the corner of his mouth.

He thinks about Jolyne at that moment, of everything he left behind.

"Worry not, 'Jojo,'" you speak in a maternal tone, "there's no need for you to suffer any longer. I extend the promise of paradise to those who kneel before me, a haven to escape the burdens of living as we await the age of heaven together. Lay your worries at my feet, place your faith in me, and I shall welcome you to paradise. If you beg, Jotaro Kujo, I’ll show you the benefits of my mercy.”

His only response is resolute silence. With a determined exhale, he channels the final reservoirs of his strength into the forthcoming strike.

"Star Platinum," he calls, his voice deep and stoic despite the pain, "bring forth...The World!" And when time slows to a stop, it's you who's at his mercy.

And Jotaro doesn't hold back.

With lightning speed, Star Platinum delivers a barrage of devastating blows that rain down upon you. Each strike is like a sledgehammer, one that shakes the very foundation of the Pendleton Estate.

The shingles shatter, the wood splinters, the rooftop crumbles beneath you, and you plummet through the flames as the hands of time begin again. The flames burn your skin and muscles to the bone. Your body fights to heal itself, to knit together what you've lost, but it's for naught; you're trapped in an endless cycle of agony.

And as you disappear into the fiery pit below, Jotaro falls.

Succumbing to his fatal injury, he rolls down the slope of the roof, and a terrible trail of blood follows behind. Though every breath is a fight for survival, relief surges through him as his large body catches on a wet gutter filled with leaves. It's hot, but he can’t let himself be killed here.

Jotaro can see Josuke lying in a bush from his new vantage point, his eyes wide as the hilt of a knife sticks out from the thick stack of maps and pamphlets he stuck in his jacket at the airport, and he sighs a shaky breath of relief.

As the roar of the fire grows louder, so does the crowd gathered at London City Airport miles away.

A gentle rain falls across the city, and though travelers tread cautiously, their movements leave a trail of damp footprints on the floor. It's amid that bustling chaos that Enrico Pucci strides, his keen eyes scanning the crowd. His dark gaze eventually lands upon a figure that stands out amongst the rest: Joseph Joestar, an old man whose once mighty presence has been diminished by the weight of age. Beside him are two others, Koichi Hirose and Okuyasu Nijimura, whose faces are unfamiliar to him. Despite this, Pucci's focus remains fixed on his primary target, and a plan comes together in his mind. All he needed was a distraction.

So, with calculated confidence, the Priest strolls forward, his presence blending seamlessly with the bustling crowd. And soon, he locks onto a woman whose impatient to retrieve her luggage.

Her agitation makes her a perfect candidate for his plan.

The Stand, Survivor, is a weapon tailored to Pucci's purpose. Though Dio once referred to it as the "weakest Stand," Pucci knows its potential all too well. Survivors' abilities dramatically exacerbate the aggressiveness of those under its spell. He stored that power in a disk long ago, and he inserts that disk into the unsuspecting woman now.

Thus, her once mild irritation quickly evolves into an overpowering rage that courses through her veins like fire. And as she seethes, a small electrical current courses through the wet surface of the floor, and her anger bleeds out into all those that surround her:

She yells at a worker, demanding her luggage, and the worker yells back. A man defends the woman, and his wife reacts, asking why he would defend a hussy like that. Another woman expresses her frustration at such a sexist remark, and her girlfriend tells her to stay out of it. The Stand's power spreads like wildfire, and it isn't long before someone throws the first punch.

As all this happens, Koichi's heart begins to pound and confusion gnaws at his mind. His eyes dart to Joseph, who appears vulnerable in the midst of the chaos. The instinct to protect his friend flares within him, urging him to lead Joseph to safety. But, besides him, Okuyasu scowls, and anger twists his features as he glares at someone who stepped on his 15,000 yen shoes. Something is definitely wrong, Koichi thinks, and the atmosphere is charged with a tension he can't ignore.

“Hey! You gonna apologize for that, asshole?” Okuyasu grabs the man by the collar of his ugly green shirt.

Suddenly, Koichi's own emotions seem to intensify as well. He feels a surge of irritation building within him, and his fists clench involuntarily. But then, he notices a trail of strange creatures on the floor. He doesn't know what they are, but it's clear that something is amiss.

"Okuyasu, snap out of it! Something's not right." His words, however, fall on deaf ears as Okuyasu's anger continues to escalate. Poor Koichi knows he needs to act quickly to diffuse the situation, so he thinks of his own Stand, Echoes ACT1. With his unique ability to write on surfaces and create corresponding effects, he knows he calm Okuyasu down.

Desperation fuels his actions, and he uses Echoes to write "calm down" across the walls and the floor, across the backs and the arms of everyone his power can reach. His voice merges with the words to create a powerful command and the effect ripples outward, influencing those around him. The crowd seems to hesitate, the aggression giving way to confusion as his echoing words take hold.

And in the corner of his vision, Koichi sees a tall priest guiding Joseph away from the turmoil.

With determination coursing through him, Koichi Hirose breaks into a sprint, his gaze locked on Joseph and the enigmatic priest who might pose danger.

"Mr. Joestar!"

'Why wasn't the Priest affected by that Stand?' Koichi thinks, 'Could it be because he isn't aggressive? Or is he the enemy Stand user?'

The airport seems to blur around him as he weaves through the confused crowd, his heart pounding with a mix of concern and fear. He knows that he can't let anything happen to Joseph, not after all they've been through.

"Okuyasu!" Koichi calls, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. His gaze fixes on the priest, trying to read his expression for any hint of malicious intent. There's none, but the situation remains uncertain.

Koichi then looks back to see his friend, still caught in the confusion of his heightened aggression, but there's a flicker of recognition in Okuyasu's eyes. Driven by instinct, Okuyasu brings his Stand, The Hand, into play. He swipes, and the space between him and Joseph collapses in an instant, allowing him to close the distance much faster than a regular run would allow.

And as Koichi and Okuyasu draw closer, moving through the thick of the crowd, Pucci's gaze shifts from Joseph to the teenage duo. There's a sense of curiosity in his eyes, a curiosity mixed with something deeper, something calculating. He can't afford to underestimate anyone, especially not in this precarious situation. He managed to use his Stand's ability to extract Joseph's memory disk without anyone noticing. So he quickly considers his options, his mind working through his choices :

On one hand, he could flee with the memory disk. The information he needs is already within his grasp, and he could leave before anyone realizes what's happened. But on the other hand, reducing suspicion could be crucial. The last thing he needs is to draw unnecessary attention to himself. But in the end, his assessment of the situation is swift and decisive; Joseph's memories hold no value for him, and he doubts the old man's Stand would be of any use to his plans, but Joseph and his Hamon ability may prove to be a hindrance later. He’ll keep his memory for now. So, with a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, he slips Joseph's memory disk into the pocket of his robe.

Then, his lips curve into a polite smile as Koichi and Okuyasu approach

"Good evening," Pucci greets them, his tone calm and amiable. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Koichi exchanges a quick glance with Okuyasu, both still cautious despite Pucci's friendly demeanor.

"We just wanted to make sure everything's alright," Koichi replies in practiced English, his voice steady thanks to his girlfriend's tutoring.

Pucci's eyes flicker momentarily to Joseph, and then to Koichi once again.

"Ah, yes. This kind gentleman needed some assistance with directions. I was happy to help."

Koichi studies Pucci carefully, his instincts telling him that there's more to the situation than meets the eye. He can't shake the feeling that something is off, that something crucial should be demanding his attention. But for now, Pucci's explanation seems plausible. What’s more, he doesn’t appear to react to either Echoes or The Hand, so he may not be a Stand user.

Joseph looks back at Koichi and Okuyasu, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"What's going on, boys?" he asks, clearly bewildered by their sudden urgency.

"You know one another then? I grew worried that this gentleman was without his family. " Pucci replies, maintaining his pleasant smile. "It seems everything is in order now. Please, be careful to keep your grandfather out of harm's way."

“Of course." Koichi nods.

"May the Lord watch over you.”

Enrico Pucci then walks away from the bustling airport, his steps measured and his demeanor composed. He navigated the encounter with Koichi and Okuyasu skillfully, leaving no traces of his interference behind. Now, passing through the sliding doors, Pucci makes his way to the car waiting for him in front of the airport.

“Where shall we go now, Father Pucci?” The driver asks. Pucci gazes at the man through the rearview mirror, at the blank stare and placid smile on his face. Unlike Diva, he’s been quiet, but it was him who delivered notice of Joseph Joestar's arrival to Pucci's room at the inn, as no one was able to reach you.

“To the cemetery, please, the one across from St. Mary’s Church.”

Trapped within the inferno of the burning house, your mind races as you try to gather your wits. Smoke swirls around you, filling the air with a choking haze. The intense heat presses down on you from all sides and the walls creak and groan as they're consumed by the fire.

But you're not without your advantages; your familiarity with this estate has allowed you to pinpoint your location – the former servant's quarters.

So as the fire rages all around you, memories of the past flood your mind:

You remember the days of your youth, sharing a small, humble bed with your mother. You remembered the draft that would seep in through the floorboards, and how she would wrap you in a blanket, even when she herself was cold.

It was those memories, bittersweet and vivid, that give you strength.

Summoning your Stand takes every ounce of concentration, but you manage it. And in the midst of the roaring flames and the suffocating smoke, Déjà Vu's fist crash through the floor in rapid succession. The wood splinters and cracks, creating a hole through which you fall. The effects of 'Ring the Alarm' begin to wane as you descend further into the depths of the earth and you land with a heavy thud.

The intense heat of the fire above is quelled by the coolness of the stone walls of the cellar below.

So you lie there for a moment, gasping for breath as the pain from your injuries grows dull as your body heals the worst of it. Your hair is singed, and your skin is patchy and raw. It hurts, you're hungry, and as you struggle to catch your breath, your mind drifts back to those shared moments with your mother: Her sacrifices, her warmth even in the face of hardship – it's a memory that both comforts and haunts you in this dire situation. You think about Dio as well, of him and and his miraculous dream that seems so close at hand.

You feel the strength return to your limbs, and with a struggle, you manage to stand to your feet. The ground feels solid beneath you, a stark contrast to the chaos above.

The cool air of the cellar provides a moment of respite, but you know that time is of the essence. You're not out of danger yet.

Vanilla Ice's attention is laser-focused on the burning house. The flames devour the structure, casting a warm glow that dances across his cold expression. His eyes narrow as he realizes you've fallen inside, that you're now trapped within the very heart of that inferno. He swiftly commands Diva to silence the effects of 'Ring the Alarm,' and the piercing screech halts to a stop. His mind races as he assesses the situation.

Cream is his most formidable weapon, and it's now his lifeline to reach you.

So, with a firm command, Vanilla Ice directs Cream to surge forward, to form a swirling void of darkness that devours everything in its path. The debris, the fire, and the rubble are consumed, creating a clear path for him to follow. His gaze remains locked on his voracious Stand, and his steps are purposeful as he strides into the chaos.

Yet, amid the urgency and the danger of the situation at hand, a conflict rages within him. The initial mission was to eliminate Jotaro, he should ensure that Jotaro was dead, but now, once again in a critical moment, he saving you holds greater importance.

“Foolish,” he chastises himself. Of course, he wants to save you; you're the only one who could bring Dio back to this world.

Though, as Cream continues to devour everything within the Pendleton estate, memories surge to the forefront of Vanilla Ice's mind. He once again recalls his initial dislike of you, fueled by a belief that you manipulated Dio into caring for you. He had thought of you as a potential threat, as someone who could divert Dio's attention from his ultimate goal. Yet, as time went on, he realized there was something genuine about your nature.

Another vivid memory takes him back to the moment he knelt on the floor of Dio's room, his head bowed and his fist anchored to the floor. The room was filled with the heady scent of incense, and Dio sat on a plush chair, exuding an aura of power and charisma none else could match. Vanilla Ice remembers Dio's question, asking him what he truly desired in life, to which he had replied with unwavering loyalty:

"I wish only to serve you, Lord DIO."

But now, in the present, he grapples with conflicting emotions. He realizes that serving Dio is all he needs to find fulfillment, but he wants you to be there too. He wouldn't mind staying by your side forever.

Finally, he reaches the spot where you had broken through the floor, revealing the entrance to the wine cellar. The fire's glow dances on his cold expression as he gazes down into the darkness below. His eyes are narrow as he spots you amidst the chaos, struggling to your feet. And the surprise on your face is evident, your eyes widening in astonishment at his unexpected arrival.

“Ice?” A sense of relief and embarrassment fills you as you realize this is the second time Vanilla Ice has come to your rescue.

Wordlessly, he steps close, his usually stern features softened by the concern he can't quite hide. And, with a deft movement, his strong arms wrap around you, he lifts your body, and cradles you against the wide expanse of his chest. The coolness of his embrace is a stark contrast to the inferno above, and for a moment, the chaos of the world seems to fade away.

And then, he makes a decision. He lifts his gaze towards the burning house above, his determination evident.

"Stay close," he allows Cream to consume both of you before ripping through the walls.

The once imposing mansion shudders as Cream's power tears through its very foundation. The ground trembles as the structure above starts to collapse in on itself. Dust and debris fill the air, but Cream’s void shields you from the cacophony of destruction. And through it all, his hold on you remains steady. Vanilla Ice's power carves a path to safety, guiding you both through the chaos.

And as you emerge from the void, the cool air is a welcome relief. The Pendleton estate, a place that once held your memories, is now reduced to a pile of smoldering rubble.

“Mistress! Mistress!” Diva's runs toward you. Large tears of joy roll down the cheeks of his youthful face. But, at the sight of him, all you can think about is your hunger, and how 'Ring the Alarm' played a crucial role in trapping you in that burning house.

You could have escaped on your own if it wasn't for him. And as Diva falls to his knees before you, those emotions begin to swell.

"Put me down," you tell Vanilla Ice, and you stand before Diva like a queen in court. You gaze down upon his body, your emotions a tangled mess of misplaced anger and frustration.

"Mistress you're alright! I-" You sink your nails into his skin.

Diva's eyes, once warm with concern, are filled with fear and confusion. This was what he wanted, isn't it? To nourish you, to become part of you, and live eternally within your body. Then why is he so scared now, in the face of his deepest desires?

"Y-you're so beautiful," Diva says as your injuries heal and your hair regains its luster. "Am I...helping you, Mistress?" He doesn't see his own skin grow pale as you drain the blood from his veins, or perhaps he doesn't care. But as the last vestiges of his strength wane, when he has nothing left to give, he cries out in pain. You promised an eternal paradise by your side, but he feels nothing but the cold embrace of death. And when you release him, the husk of Diva staggers back, falling to the ground in a withered, bloodless heap.

You look around and notice Polnareff, broken and bloody by the gate. His heart beats slowly, faintly, and you know he'll die a slow, painful death. So you turn your attention to the rubble of the once proud Pendleton estate.

“Where’s Jotaro’s body?” You ask Vanilla Ice, your voice regaining its strength.

A deafening silence follows the collapse of the estate, and Josuke's head is filled with a whirlwind of thoughts.

He managed to save Jotaro in the nick of time, using his Stand's power to propel himself up to the gutter where Jotaro laid dying. But when he reached his injured companion, the sight of Jotaro's fatal injuries struck him like a physical blow.

Blood gushed out from the hole in his stomach as he barely clung to life. Star Plantinum's hands rested painfully atop his injury, staunching the flow of blood, holding his entrails inside of him. It was a gruesome sight, but Josuke channeled his restoration ability, mending his nephew's life-threatening wound.

But his relief was fleeting. Immediately after, the roof trembled beneath their feet, and the estate threatened to crumble entirely.

However, thinking on his feet, Josuke manipulated his surroundings to shape a protective shelter from the debris, a makeshift haven of bricks and shingles that shielded them as the world around them descended into chaos.

Now, there’s thunder in the distance and the two lay in wait.

"I owe you one, Josuke," Jotaro says, but the teen barely manages a nod in response.

"Don't mention it," he mumbles, his voice a mixture of determination and relief.

With a deep breath, Josuke emerges partially from the shelter, his and Crazy Diamond's eyes scanning the wreckage around them. The scene that greets him is jarring—a surreal landscape of fire, destruction, and debris. And then, amidst the rubble, he sees Diva, the man who tried to stab him, at your feet.

Did you attack your own ally? He thinks. Are you that much of a monster?

But there's no time to linger on that thought, not when there are still lives in peril. Josuke's gaze shifts, landing on the area where Polnareff still lay. He needs to find a way to reach him, he needs to heal his injuries.

“Josuke,” Jotaro warns him, “She’s a mad woman, completely obsessed with Dio. She claims she wants to bring him back to life.” Jotaro sits up, gaze stern and unrelenting. “

"Bring him back? But that's not possible."

"That's not what she thinks. Listen, we need to take her out. By killing that alarm stand user, she’s eliminated her advantage, but we can't be reckless, got it?"

“Right.”

But as the Joestars plan for another round of battle, the sound of an approaching car disrupts their concentration. Both Jotaro and Josuke snap their attention toward the road, their instincts on high alert.

The distant wail of a siren reaches their ears, growing louder with every passing second. But it's a black town car that slows to a stop beside the vampire duo, the door opens with an ominous authority, and Enrico Pucci emerges from within, his shoes caked with mud.

“Where the hell have you been, Priest?”

Vanilla Ice advances toward him, his rage uncontrolled. But Pucci's demeanor remains steady, his gaze unflinching as he meets Vanilla Ice head-on. There's a silent exchange between them, neither of them willing to bow.

"You've made a mess of things, it seems," Pucci remarks coolly. His voice held a quiet confidence that cut through the tension of the moment. Yet still, it's his gaze that shifts first. He notices Diva sprawled on the ground, and his eyes narrow in contemplation. Then his attention lands on you, and his expression shifts from intrigue to concern.

“Ice isn’t the only one with questions.” You step forward, your voice cool and filled with an authority that didn’t quite match your state. Your injuries weren't yet completely healed. “Diva was supposed to have been escorting you. What happened?”

Pucci's next words pierced through the air:

"I have what you need," the words hung in the air, and a heavy silence settled over the scene. But as Jotaro's and Josuke's minds grappled with this new twist, Pucci's words continued, each one delivering a crushing blow, "the Red Stone of Aja."

“You have it with you now?” Your eyes narrow. “How did you come to find it?”

"I intercepted Joseph Joestar at the airport. And I obtained his memory disk, as you were unable to read his memories. It was buried in the grave of Erina Pendleton."

The words barely have time to settle before Ice's eyes grow red. He snarls, and it looks as though he wants to tear Pucci's head from his shoulders.

“Hand it over to us, Priest; that isn't for you to have."

Jotaro's eyes narrow at the revelation, and his mind races to comprehend the implications of what the priest just said. But the realization hit Josuke like a punch to the gut, igniting a fierce rage within him. He broke free of the shelter he created, broke free from Jotaro’s grip as he tried to pull him back. Standing tall and resolute, anger pulsed through his veins, his voice a low growl.

"What the hell did you just say? What did you do to Mr. Joestar?” Josuke's voice echoes with rage, his eyes locked onto Pucci, and you find your gaze drawn to him.

The world seemed to hold its breath at that moment. The fierce defiance in his eyes triggers a memory, a fleeting image of Erina's determined gaze from long ago. A brief reminder of the unyielding spirit that runs through that cursed bloodline.

“You’re Josuke, aren’t you? I saw you in Jotaro’s memories. I suppose we have something in common; I’m a bastard child as well.”

With a flick of your fingers, you unleash Déjà Vu's formation' ability, manifesting a barrage of projectile weapons from the hearts that adorn her body.

Knives, arrows, swords, and spears all hurtle toward Josuke. But Crazy Diamon springs into action and each incoming weapon is met with a powerful punch that shatters the projectiles into fragments. Frustration sullies your expression as Josuke's Stand not only deflects your attacks but repairs everything he broke.

Thus, the battlefield becomes a symphony of clashing forces as Josuke's restored weapons are thrown back at you with newfound vigor. But then Vanilla Ice takes a strategic stance, positioning Cream between you and the incoming barrage. An arrow strikes him in the arm, he endures it with the stoic determination he's known for.

The battle intensifies and amidst the chaos, Pucci seizes the opportunity to summons White Snake, who he strategically positions the Stand behind the teen.

But in a decisive move, Jotaro stops time, freezing the scene in place. He assesses the situation—the looming threat of White Snake behind Josuke, and Pucci handing you the Red Stone at the same time. It’s another trap, and his mind races, calculating the best course of action. Though it's painfully obvious what he'll do. He does what any Joestar would do.

No matter what, he'll always save Josuke... and that family tie is his ultimate weakness.

So, even as time resumes and Pucci crumples to the ground in the aftermath of Star Platinum's devastating blow, the Red Stone of Aja is clutched within your hand. The power you've coveted is finally within your grasp, and the feeling is intoxicating. This is a moment of triumph, of pure unadulterated joy as the culmination of years of searching, sacrifice and obsession are rewarded.

The noise from the emergency vehicles draws ever closer, Vanilla Ice engages with Jotaro once more, and in the midst of this chaos, something registers in your peripheral vision:

Silver Chariot.

"Oh, no you don't!"

The mighty stand lunges forward, its sword aimed at you with swift and deadly intent. Instinctively, you disperse your form into a mist, evading the lethal strike by a hair's breadth. You drop the stone and your mist-like figure twists and reforms behind Polnareff, taking him by surprise. He lunges for the stone but he isn't fast enough and a powerful punch sends him hurtling back, crashing into the gate with a resounding impact. His leg bends back at an unusual angle. Something falls from his pocket and glitters on the ground, but you pay no mind to his personal effects. He's a persistent one, but this time, you think, the bastard will just stay down.

You take hold of the stone once again, you turn your attention to Déjà Vu, summoning her close.

As the frenzied barrage of attacks on Josuke comes to a halt, he attempts to press forward.

But it's far too late.

Your smile widens and a wild glint appears in your eyes as you press the Red Stone of Aja into your Stand, uniting it with her body.

Déjà Vu begins to glow with a brilliant red light, her form radiating with otherworldly power. The air crackles with anticipation as the Stand's power goes into overdrive, and your abilities reach an unprecedented level. The world seems to tremble under the weight of this unleashed power, and for a moment, everything else feels insignificant. The Red Stone's influence, combined with your own fervent determination, has brought you to the pinnacle of your strength. "Overdrive" you think, encapsulates the amplified might of your Stand, a force without limit.

Your senses heighten, a newfound vitality fills your being, the injuries that plagued you before begin to mend, and triumphant laughter escapes your lips as you revel in the exhilarating rush.

With a flick of your wrist, you send Déjà Vu soaring through the air, a crimson streak against the night sky. She returns within a matter of heartbeats, carrying a firetruck within her grasp. The massive vehicle hurtles toward Josuke but Crazy Diamond reacts with incredible speed, deconstructing the truck into its component parts just moments before impact, ensuring the safety of the now unconscious firemen inside.

Debris from the dismantled firetruck scatters around the battlefield. Jotaro, burdened by his own confrontation with Vanilla Ice, attempts to assist Josuke, but the relentless assault hampers his movements.

Your taunts echo across the scene as you mockingly advise Josuke not to concern himself with the well-being of others.

"From one bastard to another, you'll have to learn to take care of yourself, Josuke. Who else do you have at the end of the day?" you sneer, your voice dripping with condescension. With a deft command, Déjà Vu ascends high into the sky, and weapons seem to materialize from thin air, plucked from the fabric of your memories. The arsenal hovers in mid-air, suspended by the power that courses through you, and your Stand becomes a crimson conduit of destruction.

Weapon after weapon hurtles toward Josuke, a relentless barrage of strikes that test his limits and force him to respond with his utmost skill and power. Each weapon is launched with precision and intent, an unending assault that aims to break down his defenses and lay him low. The battlefield becomes a maelstrom of chaos and fury, a testament to the culmination of your obsessions and the raw power of your Stand's Overdrive.

But Josuke's defiant words cut through the chaos, a voice of reason amid the storm of your ambitions.

“If that’s what you believe,” he challenges, “then why try to bring Dio back at all? If you think a man like that cares about you, then you’re even more delusional than I thought!” His words pierce your self-assured facade and momentarily bring you back from the intoxicating allure of power. “I don't like fighting girls, but I’ll knock some sense into that fucked up brain of yours.”

"You don't understand anything!" you snap in response to Josuke's probing question. Your power high wavers and the realization dawns that you're standing at the precipice of your dreams. There's no need to waste time, no need to argue with children. "Watch, as I achieve all that I desire."

Memories flood your mind, plans you'd once woven, using Vanilla Ice as the final piece in your grand design. But your gaze turns to Jotaro now, and a more potent realization takes hold:

The power you need lies within him, he has what you need.

So, with a flourish, Déjà Vu blows a kiss. The kiss again takes on a tangible form, and a heart of considerable size shoots out toward Jotaro. The heart crashes into him, and in a brilliant explosion of golden light, a reel of memories festoons from his forehead, and you go to him. You sift through the radiant cascade and select the one that will serve your purpose, the moment that holds significance beyond any other: Dio taking Joseph Joestar's blood. The intensity of that encounter, the emotions, and the enmity are all preserved within this memory. And it's perfect.

Vanilla Ice watches you with curious eyes and uses his power to prevent Josuke from stopping you.

Pucci struggles to sit up somewhere behind.

And you open a portal into Jotaro's memory, and the world around you falls away.

"Come with me."

For a moment, your body is motionless, but you return to yourself with almost feverish anticipation.

"I've won," you say to yourself, "I've won." You turn toward Josuke at that moment, the boy with the soft blue eyes, the embodiment of Erina’s gentle spirit, the embodiment of the bloodline that has plagued your ambitions for far too long. But now, with your victory all but assured, you'll get to see those eyes filled with despair.

"Formation." You say, and the world trembles; the air grows tense as Déjà Vu unveils the peak of her abilities.

The hearts that adorn her body radiate a blinding glow, shifting color from red to gold. Her power casts an otherworldly light that pierces the darkness and a glowing red heart materializes behind her, a gateway that seems to transcend the boundaries of memory and reality. The printer-like noise from her body intensifies, rising like a terrible symphony spurred by the rhythmic ticking from her helmet's metronome.

Josuke senses the impending catastrophe, the culmination of your plans, and he knows he has to do something. He can't allow whatever is about to happen succeed, but all he can do is watch the scene unfold as Vanilla Ice's power threatens to erase him.

Yet, ever the hero, Jotaro's consciousness breaks free from the memories that ensnared him. Your shift in focus freed him, and his mind snapped back to reality as his reel of memories fade back into his mind.

"Shit," Jotaro strains himself to stop time, a final desperate attempt to stop whatever was happening... but something emerges from within the heart-shaped gateway; A towering figure of gold. It's a presence that echoes with familiarity, a ghost from the past stepping into the present.

Jotaro's eyes grow wide, his calm facade breaking as The World moves within the realm of frozen time, a testament to the immense power he wields. The universe shudders beneath the weight of his commanding presence, a force that defies the very laws of reality. The World turns his cold gaze toward Jotaro, and, behind him, stands DIO.

Meanwhile, Joseph leads Koichi and Okuyasu on a somewhat meandering path, his steps uncertain. He walks with Koichi and Okuyasu, the trio navigating the airport with a sense of confusion. Joseph appears to be leading them somewhere, but his sense of direction seems to have faltered. He mutters to himself, occasionally stopping and looking around as if trying to remember where he's supposed to go.

He seems to forget the purpose of their journey, leaving Koichi and Okuyasu perplexed. They exchange puzzled glances, wondering if Joseph has once again fallen victim to his advanced age.

Okuyasu shoots a worried glance at Koichi, clearly concerned about Joseph's behavior and mental state.

"Hey, is Old Man Joestar okay? He's acting kinda weird."

"Wait, guys," Koichi speaks up, relief evident in his voice. "Jotaro wrote down the address for us.”

“Jotaro?” Joseph asks.

Okuyasu lets out a sheepish chuckle as he scratches the back of his head.

"Man, I was starting to think we were gonna get lost."

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