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choose-your-own-dentistry · 2 months ago
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vanwizard · 9 months ago
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stone ocean i love you.. i miss you....
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STONE OCEAN 🦋
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albinobirb · 4 months ago
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Stone Ocean gang!!
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naomijoestar · 1 month 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!
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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
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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
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…👀👀👀 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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aforgotto · 9 months ago
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get him out of there ‼️
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i-cry-everytime · 3 months ago
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Why so much Weathersui? I have no clue, they so cutieful though
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movedto-mrs-bluemarine · 4 months ago
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This page btw
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With hearts in my eyes. God what a dumbass
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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year ago
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It came to me in a dream
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moth-yea · 10 months ago
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On Jolyne's privilege card says that she had a general distrust for men due to her past experiences and that makes her friendship with Weather that much sweeter. Weather is the first guy she's trusted since after Romeo fucked up her life.
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beetlethinking · 2 years ago
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Draw weather report giving an actual weather report
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He’s doing his best
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Meme I drew approximately 1 trillion years ago
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denguuu · 9 months ago
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🦋
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icetrolabe · 1 year ago
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Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy
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i-cry-everytime · 3 months ago
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Golly gee (also AO3 is down guys I might die)
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movedto-mrs-bluemarine · 3 months ago
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