#Jotaro Kujo Imagine

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Attraction & Repulsion

You have known Jotaro Kujo since you were kids, but since middle school he has been absolutely sour towards you. When you are both assigned to work together for your senior project, he reveals something you didn't expect.

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CONTENT WARNING 18+ ONLY PLEASE

WARNING FOR : Handjob, Blowjob, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex

What was so appealing about Jotaro Kujo?

In your school, Jotaro was known as the resident bad boy - you could always catch him with a scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was menacing, standing at six foot five and constantly peering down at everyone with an annoyed face. It didn’t help that the hat he wore often covered his face, casting a dark shadow over it. His deep, gruff voice often spat out expletives to his classmates and even to his teachers, who simply took it without argument. It wasn’t hard to spot him walking down the hallway, hands deep in his trademark trench coat.

But everything about him just annoyed you.

Why was he always so rude?! Sometimes he would glare at you when you passed him on your way to class, causing you to return it with your own. You would catch him smoking in the schoolyard, blowing the smoke out lazily. The smell of cigarette smoke often wafted in the air as he passed by, causing you to cough. Whenever you bumped into him by accident, he never apologized. Instead he would look down at you, his hat slipping down and making it hard for you to decipher his reaction. You would mumble an apology and keep walking, not even bothering to look back. It took everything in you not to snap at him when he would talk rudely to your teachers.

It was as if the Universe had decided to have him be a constant annoyance in your life. Your family lived down the street from him, with your father occasionally going out drinking with Jotaro’s father whenever he was in town. This meant that you attended all of the same schools as him, starting from preschool up until now in high school. During preschool you had attempted to befriend Jotaro, and the two of you had had a weird friendship up until your first year of high school. He started the school year as a practically new person, his face chiseled, his body tall and muscular, and his voice much deeper.

You suddenly were a pest to him.

His “bad boy” reputation fueled your dislike of him, and eventually it developed into a deep annoyance. You did your best to avoid him outside of class, but it was inevitable. Your father had begun asking about him, and you did your best to brush the question off and change the subject. Jotaro’s father had begun touring more, which meant that he hadn’t spent time with your father.

What a relief.

However, your friends did not share the same view as you and worshiped Jotaro. They were always drooling over him, squealing every time he walked by or whenever they caught a glimpse of him from a distance.

“He is such a dreamboat!”

It wasn’t uncommon during lunch for your friends to look across the courtyard and watch Jotaro as he casually smoked a cigarette. Despite their efforts to get his attention, he never once looked their way.

“He is so handsome,” your best friend, Anne, sighed.

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into your salad.

“I have no idea what you see in him.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since you were kids!”

The fact that you were technically childhood friends with Jotaro was always hung over your head. You had insisted to your friends that he really wasn’t all that, but they refused to believe you. At first, they had felt threatened by your former friendship with him, but they had quickly dropped it.

“Stop staring and finish your food. Lunch is almost over.”

Your friends never stopped talking about him, and it was basically an obsession for them at this point.

“Why don’t you just start a fanclub for him?” you had suggested sarcastically.

They had taken your idea seriously, and there was an unofficial “Jotaro Kujo Fan Club” that was dedicated to keeping tabs on him throughout the school day and even his social plans outside of school. You weren’t sure if Jotaro knew about his “fans” (stalkers), as he never seemed to react to the girls who were always swarming around him.

“What is it about him that makes him so dreamy?”

The answer was always the same.

“He just has that bad boy aura, you know?”

“It makes him so sexy.”

“Gross,” you would reply with a wrinkled nose.

There had been a few times where your friends had begged you to introduce them to Jotaro, but you had refused every single time.

“He hasn’t talked to me since middle school. I don’t have much pull with him, sorry.”

“But you can try, right?!” Anne had cried.

“Why do you want him so bad?! He’s nothing but rude and annoying.”

Your statement had the table going quiet, each girl holding a hand over their mouth in shock.

“What? It’s true! Do you hear how he talks to the teachers?”

“The teachers are always rude to him!”

You had blinked, staring at your friends in bewilderment.

“When has that happened? Did I miss something?”

Your friends had refused to answer your question, which had made you sigh.

“He never apologizes to me whenever he bumps into me.”

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

“Anne!” you had hissed. “Don’t be rude!”

“She has a point.”

Maybe you needed to find new friends?

With senior year coming to a close, you would hope their focus would shift from Jotaro to college. You continued to distance yourself from him, ignoring your parent’s questions about him and avoiding him in the hallways. Whenever he talked back to teachers during class, you would sink into your thoughts and wait for him to finish before focusing again. Sometimes he would be walking home at the same time as you, and you made sure to walk on the opposite side of the street and to walk as fast as possible.

It felt stupid, really, but what could you do? He was rude and annoying, and you wanted nothing to do with him.

To try and get credits for college, you had enrolled in an advanced Anatomy class that was taught by a professor from the local community college. In order to get the full credits, you were assigned a senior project. At the beginning of the school year, you had been briefly told about it, and would begin working on it during your last semester. After returning from your Winter vacation, your professor informed you that you would have to begin working on the project.

“I hope you all had a wonderful vacation!”

It was the first day back from vacation, and everyone was tired. You fought a yawn, resting your chin on your fist as you listened to your professor. Your family had traveled to Jeju Island for some nicer weather, and had flown back the morning before. With two months left in the school year, you were itching to be done.

“Well, it’s time to talk about your senior project, just like I promised at the start of the year!”

He stepped up to his laptop, starting the Powerpoint presentation and displaying it on the board.

“Drum roll please!”

Your classmates gave half-hearted pounding on their desks. The next slide was revealed, with GROUP PROJECT displayed.

“A group project! By group project, I mean groups of two.”

The announcement had your classmates waking up, glancing about the room at potential partners.

“You will be assigned a partner by me! I made the groups during vacation.”

A few groans spread around the room, causing the professor to raise an eyebrow.

“Your professors will do the same for you in college. You won’t know everyone in your classes, so it makes the process easier for you.”

He clicked to the next slide, which explained the project in detail.

“You and your assigned partner will be given a specific system in the human body. You will conduct research on it and develop a realistic model to explain its organs and functions.”

The next slide had a list of the organ systems. You had enjoyed learning about the nervous system, and you crossed your fingers under your desk that you would be assigned it.

“You have the choice of making a physical model or creating a 3D one with a design program that I will provide to you. I suggest discussing with your partner what is easiest for you.”

You pursed your lips. Perhaps a 3D model for all the nerves . . . ?

"Try to be as specific as possible! Make sure to include all organs, or you will lose points. There will be a presentation as well, so make sure to be as detailed as possible.”

Your professor crossed his arms across his chest.

“Okay, can I get another drumroll please? I have the groups on the next slide.”

The drumroll this time was much louder, and you continued to keep your fingers crossed under your desk. Your professor waited a minute before dramatically clicking onto the next slide, with GROUPS labeled at the top. Each line started with the specific organ system, with the partners listed after. The organs were listed in the order you had studied them, with the digestive system being first. The nervous system was fourth, and your heart sank when you saw that you hadn’t been assigned it. You kept scanning the slide, looking for your name and nearly slamming your desk when you found it.

Your name was written after the reproductive system, along with Jotaro’s name.

You were dreaming, right? This had to be a dream!

Turning your head towards his desk, you saw that Jotaro was already looking at you. His face had its usual stern, unreadable expression, and he acknowledged you with a subtle nod. You fought the urge to flip him off and, instead, looked forward to your professor, who was going over the rubric for the project.

You had no idea what kind of student Jotaro was, as you had never heard that he was taking remedial classes. While you were used to doing most of the work in group projects, the last thing you wanted to do was carry Jotaro’s responsibility for your last project. Huffing under your breath, you crossed your arms tightly and sank lower into your seat.

Plus, the reproductive system?! You had to examine . . . ugh.

Jotaro was still looking at you when you flickered your gaze towards him. The thought of having to discuss reproduction . . . and genitals . . . babymaking . . .

Heat rushed to your cheeks while goosebumps erupted along your skin.

Your classmates had been mature discussing the topic, especially when discussing sexual health, so you anticipated that Jotaro would be the same. Plus, you had never heard that he was dating or hooking up with someone, so . . .

Shaking your head, you tried to refocus on your professor’s words and failed. He began passing out the project packet, asking you to follow along as he reviewed it. You half followed along, your eyes drifting over to Jotaro occasionally. He had finally turned back towards your professor, tapping his pencil absently on his desk while he listened.

Maybe there was some hope?

The period began coming to a close, and the professor clapped his hands.

“Okay, the part everyone has been waiting for! Before we leave today, please introduce yourself to your partner and begin making a plan.”

Jotaro turned to look at you, and you knew he wouldn’t be coming to you. With a sigh, you begrudgingly grabbed your belongings and plopped into the desk next to him. One of his arms hung casually on the back of his seat, body turned towards you as he waited for you to speak.

“Er, hi.”

He didn’t respond, continuing to stare at you.

“Well, we have a fun system to explore. I can tackle the female system, while you do the male system. Makes sense, right?”

You opened your planner, flipping through until you reached the current week.

“If we plan early enough, we can probably finish this month. I’m sure you have other projects you need to work on.”

When he didn’t respond, you looked up at him. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond.

“Whatever.”

Anger began to rise in you, but you pushed it down.

“Okay, I’m going to pencil in I’m doing the female system, and you’re doing the male one.”

You scribbled the note down, glancing at your schedule for the rest of the week.

“This week is pretty light. We should schedule a meeting this week to make our plan and split up the work.”

Looking up again, you cocked your head to the side.

“Are you free this week?”

He sighed, lowering his head so his hat concealed his face.

“I need an answer, Jotaro.”

“Whatever, you decide.”

Your eye began to twitch.

“I can’t decide if I don’t know when you’re free.”

He didn’t respond again. You reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, counting to five under your breath before trying again.

“Well, I’m free most of the week. Just find me when you’re ready to work.”

The bell rang, symbolizing your freedom from Jotaro. You jumped up, not even bothering to say goodbye as you stalked off. Anything to be away from him.

***

When you arrived home, your parents informed you they would be gone for the night. Your father had to attend a work meeting in the city, and the two decided to make a small vacation out of it together. They promised to be back tomorrow by dinner, and asked you to keep the house safe while they were gone. After ordering dinner, you got comfy on your couch, turning on Netflix and browsing through the home page.

A series of sharp knocks had you jumping, and you realized the food had arrived really fast. Grabbing the tip off the counter, you jogged to the front door and threw it open.

“Wow, thank you so much! You got here so fast -”

The words died in your throat as you realized it was in fact not the delivery driver. Instead, Jotaro Kujo was standing on your porch, hands tucked into his trenchcoat. You blinked up at him, trying to process the scene in front of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

His deep voice grumbled in his chest as he spoke.

“I’m here to work on the project.”

You glanced behind him, gesturing to the darkened sky.

“Do you see what time it is?”

He ignored your question, glancing behind you into your house.

“Jotaro, what are you doing here?”

A pair of headlights shone on you two, and you realized the actual delivery driver was here. You brushed past Jotaro, tipping the driver and thanking him before returning to where Jotaro was still standing. He glanced down at the bag, raising an eyebrow at you.

“We normal people have dinner at this time. I haven’t had a chance to eat.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Jotaro, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I did.”

“You answered my question with a question,” you sighed.

He glanced behind you into your house again.

“Are you going to invite me inside?”

The two of you walked inside, with Jotaro slipping off his shoes as he looked around. You locked the door, placing your food on the table and settling back on the couch as you began unwrapping the bag and grabbing the food containers.

“You said you’re here to work on the project. Why?”

“I’m ready to work on the project.”

You shot him a glare as you chewed on your food.

“You’re ready to work on the project.”

He nodded, looking at you as if it was obvious.

You took a couple more bites before speaking again.

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you see what time it is?”

“Dinner time, apparently.”

You flushed, shooting him another glare.

“What have you been up to all afternoon that you couldn’t stop by earlier?”

“I was busy.”

You rolled your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

“So busy I’m sure.”

It was his turn to glare at you.

“I’m not busy anymore, so now I’m here.”

You paused to take a long sip of your drink before finishing up your food.

“Uh huh.”

Gathering the trash, you slipped into the kitchen to throw the bag out before returning to sit beside Jotaro.

“Why can’t you just come back tomorrow? It’s late, I’m not sure how much work we can get done.”

He leaned back against the couch, throwing an arm across the back of the cushions.

“This is the only free time I have.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head.

“I highly doubt that, but sure.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned his face towards you.

“What, do you follow me like the rest of your friends do?”

Your mouth fell open. So he did know!

“God no! I have much better things to do.”

“I highly doubt that.”

His tone mocked your previous words, which made your skin bristle. You closed your eyes, sucking in a breath as you kept your anger at bay.

“Listen, why don’t you come back tomorrow? We can work on it here as soon as we get out of school.”

“I just told you, I can’t.”

“You haven’t given me an exact reason why,” you grimaced.

“What, are you my girlfriend?”

Heat flooded your cheeks as your mouth opened and closed in shock. Jotaro leaned further back into your couch, legs spreading open in a wide manspread. He seemed at ease, face calm as he studied you.

“In your dreams.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Look, I just have some stuff to take care of with my Mom.”

Holly Kujo was quite possibly the nicest person you had ever met, and you always wondered how Jotaro was her son. She had doted on you when you were a kid, sneaking extra cookies your way and happily supervising your play dates.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say that? Your Mom is so nice, so that’s fine.”

He grunted in response.

“Kakyoin and I also hang out, so that takes time too.”

Noriaki Kakyoin was in the same year as you both, transferring in halfway through the year. Just like Jotaro, he had his own personal fan club, but he was much nicer. The two were often spotted together, and you assumed Kakyoin was as much a delinquent as Jotaro was.

“I didn’t realize you two were besties.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he growled in irritation.

You giggled, shaking your head.

“That doesn’t sound like a denial!”

“Are we going to work on this damn project or not?”

The smile on your face was slowly wiped off.

“Can’t you, like, reschedule with your bestie?”

“Don’t call him that,” he warned.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “But, seriously, I’m tired, Jotaro. This project is worth a lot, and I want it to be as perfect as possible.”

He turned to look at you, studying your expression.

“We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

You blinked up at him incredulously.

“Are you being serious right now?”

He sighed in irritation, leaning his head back against the couch cushion.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you say right now. If we can get a big chunk done like you said, I’ll back off for a bit.”

You considered his offer. He was right, if you could get a lot done tonight, you could focus on your other classes and prep for finals. A part of you was even okay with taking over for the remainder of the project, as long as he did his work for now. Plus, you wouldn’t have to keep hassling him to make time to see you . . .

Jotaro must have noticed your expression change since he suddenly turned his body towards you.

“So that’s a yes?”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“On one condition. You do whatever I say. Like I said, this needs to be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mused. “You’ve been such a nerd since we were kids.”

It was the first time ever that he had mentioned your shared past.

“Sorry I want to go to a good school.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’ve always known you were meant for good things.”

Who was the person sitting beside you?!

“W-well, why don’t we head to my room? I have a desk up there, plus my school stuff. Um, I’ll get some drinks and snacks.”

Jotaro disappeared up the stairs while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You knew he would see how flustered you were and tease you, so you took your time to try and calm yourself. When you entered your room, he was sitting on the floor by the foot of your bed, eyes roaming around. His eyes shifted towards yours before looking back at the wall.

“It smells nice in here.”

“O-oh, thanks.”

You placed the snacks and drinks beside him before sitting in front of your desk. Opening your laptop, you began rambling about the rubric for the project and what you both needed to do to ensure you got full credit. You pulled out the packet that your professor had given you and showed the notes that you had written earlier.

“I figured we could use this as a template and go from there.”

Jotaro didn’t respond, giving you a curt nod to symbolize that he was listening. You kept on, showing him the outlines that you had drafted in your planner and explaining your thought process. Turning back to your laptop, you created a series of files to share with Jotaro before turning to look at him again.

“So? What do you think?”

You looked at him expectantly, hoping he would keep his word from earlier. He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively at you.

“Whatever. If you think that works, fine.”

“Jotaro, take this seriously,” you hissed.

“I am.”

“Can you at least act like it?!”

You paused, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath.

“Look, can you at least give me some input?”

He took off his hat, placing it beside him while he ran a hand through his hair. Your breath got caught in your chest as you took in his face, no longer hidden under his hat. He turned to look at you, dark brows creasing. His face was sharp - a sharp nose, sharp jaw, with the outlier being his soft, pouty lips. You blinked, realizing he was talking to you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Er, no. Sorry.”

His lips pulled into a smirk.

“What, distracted by my looks?”

“Sh-shut up!”

You kept your eyes focused on your laptop as you babbled on.

“Even though we’re covering both systems, I think we should teach each other about them so during the presentation we’re prepared.”

You cleared your throat, flipping through your notebook until you found your notes.

“Okay, the female reproductive system . . . the main organs are the uterus and ovaries.”

Skimming through your notes, you hummed to yourself.

“The uterus is responsible for the menstrual cycle, as it sheds, and where babies develop during pregnancy.”

Jotaro was quiet, and you were too embarrassed to look at him.

“The ovaries are where eggs develop and are expelled from, traveling down the Fallopian tubes where they sit in the ovaries and wait to be fertilized.”

“Fertilized by sperm.”

His deep voice was softer now. You glanced over your shoulder to see him looking at you with an expression you hadn’t seen before.

“Yes, by sperm. Do you know where it comes from?”

“My dick.”

“Jotaro!”

He laughed, the sound startling you.

“I’m kidding. It’s made in the testes and travels through the penis and is ejaculated during intercourse.”

“Oh, you do pay attention in class.”

Clearing your throat again, you continued on.

“The ovaries also release hormones that regulate reproduction in females.”

“What about the clit?”

You blinked.

“Er, that’s not a reproductive organ. That’s a sexual one.”

“Won’t that shit need to be included?”

You leaned back in your chair, tapping your chin in thought.

“Well, we briefly talked about sex organs. Reproduction is much different, though.”

“How? Reproduction is sex. It’s how babies are made.”

The room went silent. You kept your back to him, feeling the heat return to your cheeks.

“What? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

You busied yourself with typing out your notes. It was quiet for a few minutes before Jotaro spoke again.

“You ever had sex?”

What.

“That is none of your business.”

“So you’re a virgin.”

You whirled around, pointing a finger at him. He put his hands up, speaking before you had a chance to.

“Whoa, relax. I’m a virgin too, so back off.”

“Wait, you are?”

He grimaced, looking away.

“Your friends have this idea that I’m this hot, confident guy who can pull any girl he wants. I’m not interested in things like that. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

Your friends would be happy to hear that.

“Plus, I haven’t met anyone who I properly tolerate.”

“Must be so hard to find someone.”

You expected him to glare at you, but he smiled at you instead.

“I tolerate you.”

“You . . . you do?”

“I have since we were kids, loser.”

You sank towards the floor, crawling towards him and settling beside him.

“But you’re always so . . . dismissive towards me.”

“I see how your friends look at me. I know they would eat you alive.”

“Fair.”

Jotaro was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Up close, you were able to see his eyes, and you remembered that they were such a bright blue that you had often gotten lost in them when you were a kid. He cocked his head to the side, seeming to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

His hand came up to grasp your chin, eyes looking intensely into yours.

“Only if you’re comfortable. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t.”

Your body began shaking out of nervousness.

“I-I don’t know . . . I’ve never -”

“Me neither.”

“What if I’m bad?”

“I could finish fast,” he chuckled.

You bit your lip, looking back into his eyes again.

“Why?”

He shrugged, his hand letting go of you.

“I think this project has made me realize I may not be seeing you as much anymore.”

“O-oh, right.”

“Can you at least kiss me?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling back slightly to look at him. His eyes studied your face as you leaned in, lips parting until they were pressed softly against his. His lips were surprisingly soft, moving gently against yours. He tasted clean despite how often he smoked, and you wondered if he had brushed his teeth before arriving. When you pulled back, his face was much brighter, a small smile on his face.

“You’re a great kisser.”

You laughed, pushing him away.

“Don’t be dumb!”

You settled back onto his lap, but froze when you felt him hard against your inner thigh. The thought that you had been the one to turn him on had arousal beginning to form deep within you. A thought popped into your head, and you began sliding down his legs until you were kneeling in between them. Jotaro quirked a thick eyebrow at you, watching as your hands shakily lifted to grab at the buttons of his pants.

“Can I . . .?” you shyly asked.

He responded by lifting his hips, and you quickly undid the button and zipper before sliding them down his long legs. The pants were kicked off, leaving him in his boxers. Your eyes were fixated on the large tent, and you began second guessing your decision.

“We can stop.”

Your head shot up. Jotaro reached up to cup your face, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’m not going to pressure you if you don’t want to.”

 Looking back at his crotch, you shook your head.

“You’re just . . . um, big.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“A girl stroking my ego.”

You wanted to stroke something else instead.

Sucking in a breath, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes went wide, admiring the neat hair at the base and how thick he was.

He definitely matched his body size.

You rose onto your knees slightly before reaching down with your right hand. He let out a hiss when your hand connected with him, and you slowly wrapped your hand around him. Your fingers weren’t close to meeting from his girth. Your left hand reached down to gently caress his balls, causing his head to fall back while a moan left his mouth.

“Your hands feel so warm,” he murmured.

You started off slow, stroking his cock slowly to get used to the feeling of him. Jotaro didn’t seem to mind, head still thrown back and eyes closed as you began to pick up the speed slightly. You gently squeezed his balls, and his hips jerked up. After a few minutes you had a good motion going with both hands, and you were about to go faster when his hand shot out.

“If you keep going I’m going to come.”

His hands came to grab at your hips, lifting you up above his lap. One hand held onto your hip while the other fumbled with your sweats. You swiftly untied them, yanking them down your legs, leaving you in your underwear. The hand on your hip moved down and pulled your panties to the side. Your breath hitched in your throat as large fingers began running along your slit.

“So wet already,” he whispered in your ear.

Hiding your face in his shoulder, you let him continue to rub against you. His thumb began circling your clit, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your slit still. Your hips began jerking against his hand, and you began moaning into his shirt.

“You sound so pretty,” he cooed.

While you had touched yourself a few times, this felt much different. Normally, it took a long time for you to orgasm, but it didn’t take long with Jotaro. You came with a yell of his name, hips stuttering against his until you were coming down from your high. He stroked your hair, keeping you close until you slumped against him.

“Good girl.”

He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair. When you pulled apart, you blurted out what was on your mind.

“I want to taste you.”

“We’re crossing a lot of things off our list, aren’t we?” he chuckled.

He gently nudged you off his lap. His head jerked towards your bed.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You did as he asked, looking up at him as he stood near the foot of the bed. He reached behind him to tug his shirt off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. His body was just pure muscle, mouth watering at the sight of his biceps, shoulders, and abs. Smirking, he stepped closer to you, stroking himself before reaching out for you and yanking you by the hair.

“Suck.”

You leaned forward on one arm and opened your mouth, letting his heavy cock slide in. He tasted divine - he tasted like Jotaro. You closed your eyes, bobbing your head slowly as your mouth adjusted to the stretch. His hand came to rest on the back of your neck, guiding you to a rhythm that felt good for him. He pushed down too hard, his cock pressing against the back of your throat and causing you to cough.

“Oh shit, sorry.”

“You’re just really big.”

He laughed softly.

“Use your hands.”

You looked up at him with a frown.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’ve seen some porn.”

You rolled your eyes.

Listening to his advice, you took him into your mouth again and used your hand to stroke what didn’t fit into his mouth. After a while you had a good rhythm going, and just like before Jotaro pushed you away.

“Sorry, I just -”

“I know,” you smiled at him.

He gestured towards you.

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

Shaking your head, you pulled your shirt off. His eyes went wide upon seeing that you didn’t have a bra underneath. He eyed your naked body, tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“You’re beautiful.”

You flushed, looking away in embarrassment.

“Sh-shut up, Jotaro.”

He knelt on the bed, eyes half-lidded as he slowly approached you.

“I’m going to be honest, I really want to be rough with you right now. Is that okay?”

“H-how rough?”

He turned you over until you were on all fours. Suddenly he pushed your head down, his other hand pulling your hips up until you were face down ass up.

“Do I need to pull out?”

You shook your head.

“I’m on the pill. It helps with my cramps.”

He spanked you, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t need the backstory.”

You whimpered, hips rutting back against his. He spanked you again before you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you.

“Are you ready? I’m going to go slow.”

“Yes, Jotaro. I trust you.”

He paused at your words. You were about to look over your shoulder at him when you felt him begin to press into you. Hissing, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to get your body to relax.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep relaxing for me.”

You whimpered at his words, allowing him to slide in a little more. The stretch was painful, and you kept willing yourself to take it so it could change to pleasure. Jotaro’s hand settled on your ass, squeezing it while the other returned to the back of your neck. For some reason, the feeling of his hands on you aroused you, and you relaxed enough for him to slide in until he was halfway.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

“K-keep going,” you moaned out.

“I’m going to push in with one thrust, okay? You ready?”

“Just do it, Jotaro!”

“Greedy whore,” he said as he thrust in.

It felt as if he was in every inch of your body, as if he had melded with you. Gasping out, you wiggled your hips against his, which were now flush against yours. He grabbed your ass, the other hand gripping at the hair at the nape of your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Can you take me?”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling out quickly, only to thrust harshly back in. The bed creaked underneath you as he fucked into you faster, his pace merciless. You felt your second orgasm barreling towards you as you rubbed your clit.

“J-Jotaro, I’m going to come again,” you squeaked out.

“I’m almost there,” he said through gritted teeth.

You came again, screaming his name out. He followed not long after, hips erratic as he came with a roar of your name. He collapsed on top of you, your body falling forward as he laid on your back.

“You’re heavy,” you panted out.

He rolled over, pulling out which caused you to wince. You felt tired, ecstatic, and sore. Glancing over at Jotaro, you saw he was laying on his back with an arm thrown over his eyes.

“That was . . . wow.”

You chuckled, nuzzling into his side.

“Now whose ego is getting stroked?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Thanks.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m no hook-up, Jotaro.”

“I know you’re not,” he frowned down at you. “I meant what I told you earlier.”

He sat up halfway, looking down at you.

“I think we fucked up the order of us dating.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Dating?”

He hummed in affirmation.

“My friends are going to kill me.”

“Fuck them. If they’re really your friends, they’ll be happy.”

The both of you fell silent after that. You had begun to doze off when you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Get some rest. We need sleep so we can finish this dumb ass project.”

[itjazzbicch]

Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”

[jojoboisimagines]

Jojos react to you accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing

Jojos (1-7) react to accidentally punching them in the face while roughhousing

.::.

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan, surprisingly, isn't completely made of brick and instantly grips his nose after you strike it rather hard.

Once you apologize over and over, he lets out a strained chuckle, not wanting to worry you even longer despite it still hurting.

"beloved, you sure have a hand on you..."

He laughs, regarding of the ache that made his head spin for a moment.

"Hang tight Jojo, I'm getting some cream!" You quickly dash off.

"wait, darling, its not that bad-" Before he finishes, you had already left to get something to ease the pain

It was gone in a couple of minutes, he was a tough guy..but perhaps play hitting is off the table for a while-

Joseph Joestar

"Owowowow---did you do that on purpose??"

He's quick to accuse. It probably wouldn't be the first time you wanted to hit him for real, but this time was an honest mistake.

"no Jojo, it was just an accident!" you swear up and down, but it takes a bit before he actually believes you.

Eventually he leaves to get an icepack for his nose before Lisa Lisa or someone else sees, which would be infinitely more embarrassing.

"maybe we should just stick to tickling or something.." He mutters in a defeated manner, holding the ice up to soothe the ache.

it was admiteddly a little funny, but for the sake of him not staying mad at you, you'll withhold your laughter for now.

"I want compensation for my beautiful eye!" He holds out his hand, expecting something.

"wh--I said i was sorry! I'll get it later!"

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro lets out a pained hiss, facepalming as he needed a minute.

Concern quickly overcomes you and you pull his hand away to make sure there was no mark or anything broken.

"Lets stop." He's no longer in the mood for play fighting--if anything he thought it was a bad idea in the first place in fear of him hurting you--when it turned out being the other way around.

You feel awful for punching him that hard on accident, especially since you knew he was probably upset or wanted to pretend he isn't hurt.

"I'm sorry, Jotaro.." Putting a comforting hand on his arm, you lean over to look at his face that had been turned from you.

"it was just a punch, i've had worse." He was right on that front, but a punch is a punch.

"alright tough guy, but at least tell me when something hurts.." You put a bag of ice on it, making him wince.

"was it not obvious-" he argues.

That was enough to make you scoff in both humor and disbelief.

Josuke Higashikata

"Oi Timeout timeout!"

Josuke makes the T gesture with his hand and heaves, now hunching over with his hands on his knees.

"..Josuke? You good?" You lean over his crouched form, not realizing how strong the impact on his face was.

"im..i'm good, just give me a minute-" he bluffs, clearly being out of breath. You didn't believe it for a second. He never was that good of a liar, to you at least.

Ignoring his protests, you go and get the first aid kit in his house's closet, coming back with some ointment and a bandaid

"There, now you look like more of a delinquint at least!~" you smile after placing it across his nose.

"True but...lets just not tell anyone this came from you punching me in the face, alright?"

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a...delayed reaction for lack of a better term. He certainly stops hitting and stumbles, but it takes him a moment to actually register that what he's feeling in his cheeks is actual pain

To spare your feelings, he'll act like it didn't hurt as much as it did, only rubbing the spot a bit and standing normally again.

"..giorno? You good?" you eventually ask, since he isn't really giving any hints as to why he went silent.

"i'm fine, dearest." Giorno is actually pretty good at playing it off, but you could tell his tone sounded a bit different

He likely isn't going to admit that it hurt, so you have to make the call to stop roughhousing. It wasn't worth it to mess up his pretty face.

You'll just...subtly get him some ice cream as an apology

Jolyne Kujo

"oW! you dick!"

Jolyne punches back twice as hard, which probably wasn't the best thing to do in this situation, but she's been roughhoused enough times in her life-

Now both of you were hurting, holding your heads in pain.

"j-Jolyne, did i hurt you?"

"Yeah! I said ow, didn't I?" She snaps back, rubbing her cheek.

She won't hold it against you for long, but you figure you should buy her a snack or something to 'regain her trust' again

"..need me to kiss it better?" You suggest, both as a tease and honestly.

Jolyne's eyes dart around...well, there was no one around to see, so maybe just this once. "..fine.." She unfolds her arms, scooting towards you.

Johnny Joestar

"Okay Okay I get it!-"

Johnny puts both of his hands up to shield his face from your assualt, and for a moment you think he's joking, before a whole minute goes by with him like that and not saying anything.

"..hey, Johnny, let me see..." Your hand gently coasts over his, slowly pulling it away.

His face was super red. Tears were partially visible at the corners of her eyes.

it was almost humorous, as it usually is when his face reddens, but he was also in pain

"do you need something? I can get a bandage." You suggest, not knowing where you hit to cause that reaction

"i need you to stop hitting me that hard, goddam-"

he was only making it harder not to laugh, but you were truly sorry and will treat him to coffee to make his pout go away

[rougepancake]

Just My Type

FT. Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, & Giorno Giovanna

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Fem!Reader. Stalking, panty stealing, inappropriate use of stands, pervy jojos, masturbation, accurate to their individual timelines. Don Giorno and Cop Josuke. NOT PROOFREAD!!

SUMMARY: Perv headcanons for the JoJo’s up through part five. Might make one for the JoBros-

JONATHAN JOESTAR

Out of all of them, he feels the most guilt

He’s a gentleman, after all

First it starts out with him eyeing your body, taking subtle peeks throughout the day

It then escalates to him brushing against you gently, and it kills him

There’s not much he can do outside of watching you and getting off to you before bed

SPEAKING OF THAT-

He humps his pillow

God he’s so desperate and needy too

Especially when you have no idea. For whatever reason, it makes his heart swell

But he feels so bad about it. What if you ever found out? What would you do? Do you feel the same way about him??

Once saw you riding your horse and was genuinely never the same after that

There was something about how determined you looked, with that wistful look in your eyes that just turned him on

He’s so down bad that he asked Dio for advice

“Get her drunk and convince her to stay. She’s stupid enough anyways.” “Grope her… duh…”

Dio does NOT give two shits about wether not his advice is legal

However, Jonathan follows through with the alcohol one

It’s his only chance to get close to you outside of studying alongside you

And to his surprise, you come over and share some wine with him

Thankfully, you wind up getting tipsy first, which gives him the chance to make his move

“Ah, y/n. It’s not safe for you to travel back to your estate in such a condition. Allow me to provide you with somewhere to spend the night.”

He lets you stay in his bed, and even convinces you to wear his clothes to bed

Snuck into the room while you were asleep and just watched you

Oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel you, but he couldn’t. It felt like he couldn’t do anything about his feelings for you and it bothered him so

Also practically ruined his clothes once he got them back. (Listen man sometimes it’s hard to get cum stains out-)

Dio never lets him hear the end of it and proceeds to give him shitty advice

JOSEPH JOESTAR

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- this man is a WHORE‼️

He has no shame whatsoever and refuses to keep his feelings for you a secret

In fact, you can barely tell if he’s kidding or not when he hits on you

He steals your clothing

Shirts? Gone. Bras? Never to be seen again. Panties? Oh he’ll steal them, ruin them, and then slip them back into your dresser when he’s over

He loves the idea of getting away with it, and it turns him on to know that you’re just as clueless as ever

Slips pictures of himself into your house, leaving them on the counter to make you think of him

Honestly thinks he’s so smooth (Caesar thinks he’s fucking weird)

Has no problem with smacking your ass out of the blue

Also really likes to pick you up and bury his face in your chest

Has collected various photos of you and gets off to them almost every night

Like it’s just a pic of you smiling and he’s hard as hell

While Jonathan whimpers and begs, Joseph moans and mutters

On the loudness scale he’s about 13/10

He does not give a flying FUCK about who hears him

Talks dirty while he fucks his hand, closing his eyes to picture your beautiful face between his legs, smiling up at him

Yeah he likes to take sneak peeks of you in the bath, so what?!

Does all of this with the mentality of “she’ll be mine eventually, so I’m entitled to a head start-“

JOTARO KUJO

Feels a little guilty about it at first, but never feels that way ever again once he gets ahold of a Polaroid of you in a bikini

Carries that shit around with him EVERYWHERE

He has also collected various photos of you, and has a mini photo album that’s dedicated to pictures of you smiling

Sorry but I think he’s into dacryphilia

Sure he loves to see you happy and enjoying yourself, but he just thinks you look so pretty when you cry

He fucking loves it when you come to him in tears, taking it as his chance to wrap his arm around you and bring you in closer to him

He constantly tells you that you’re annoying, but would smash you in a heartbeat

Enemies to lovers bs but he’s in love with you from the start

He prefers to steal your bras over anything else (he seriously has a thing for tits-) and DOES NOT give them back until they stop smelling like you

He also (occasionally) steals your shirts and replaces them with his own. The idea of you walking around in one of his shirts when it’s too big for you really gets him going

Loves to take you out for drinks and then escort you back home

Even better if you’re a lightweight

It gives him a reason to carry you back to your place and tuck you in bed

Once found your ‘special drawer’ while snooping around and fucking stole your vibrator

Granted, he bought you a much better one and snuck it into your drawer, but you were pissed when you noticed it’s absence

He has, and will continue to, use Star Platinum/The World to stop time and get his hands on you

Even if it’s just for a few seconds, he’ll be thinking about it all day

Oh god and Star Platinum loves you too

Grabs and holds you. 10/10 cuddler, even if Jotaro is incredibly embarrassed

You’ve always just seen it as ‘Jotaro’s lonely side’ and nothing more, so you don’t tell off Star

Star has been known to sneak away from Jotaro just to hang out with you

If you and Joot ever end up sharing a hotel room together for any reason, Star will hump you in your sleep

Now, Jotaro lets out low grunts and moans, but is typically quiet when getting off. STAR PLATINUM???? Fucking whimpers and whines like there’s no tomorrow

This man is hanging on by a thread

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

Man

On the guilt scale, he’s second place for sure

Feels HORRIBLE

But is also like his dad with the “yolo” mentality

Steals your shirts and shorts, sleeps in them (even if they’re too small), and refuses to give them back

Like your clothes just keep vanishing and you’re like ???

Has used Crazy Diamond to sneak into your place and has no real intentions of stopping

Has a shit ton of photos of you sleeping hidden away in his room

Really just wants to hear you call him a good boy

When he’s needy, he is NEEDY. Humps his pillow, whimpers, whines, the whole ass package

His hand just isn’t enough for him anymore

Unlike his father, he’s not brave enough to get close to you or touch you. My guy can’t even hug you without turning a bright shade of red

Oh and if you come over to play games with him, he’s a total goner

Absolute mess of a man

Can’t do shit without being embarrassed, so he’s a lot less weird than the others

But by god what he would give to hear you call him a good boy

It’s like his one dream

Rohan once used Heaven’s Door on him to get more dirt on him and has (some) no regrets. Will never let Josuke hear the end of it.

“Ohoho you like y/n? Josuke you good for nothing pervert. Give the woman a break.”

Prays that one day you’ll be in trouble and he’ll be the officer sent out to save you

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He’s one second away from going full blown yandere

You can’t change my mind

He’s got everything he needs at his fingertips, and could easily take you away without having to lift a finger

Openly flirts with you, but treats you with such respect that you can’t tell if he’s just being nice or not

Also spoils you

Buys you anything he’s ever seen you take interest in

Even if you don’t really want it, it WILL show up at your door eventually

Makes sure to sign his gifts to you so you don’t forget who it is that’s spoiling you like this

Kisses your hand and cheeks in a way that he claims is platonic

Loves it when you trust him enough that you can come to him for anything. Gossip? Do tell. Something bothering you? Just let him know and he’ll have it all sorted out in no time

I shit you not he makes you sit on his lap while you tell him about your day

You think it’s because the two of you are such good friends, but he actually just loves the sight of you pressed against him

His voice gets higher pitched when he gets off, and he begs a version of you that doesn’t exist to let him cum, pleading with you over and over

Eventually, he’ll start to feel bad about it, but he’d much rather live in the moment

[byakuyacoochie]

Postal Mishaps - Jojo's x Reader

Characters: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Rohan Kishibe, Mikitaka Hazekura, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Joseph Joestar.

A/n: There was a point in the poll that part 3 & 4 were tied so I've just wrote both. Sorry bit shit but didn't want to not write the 3 fics I promised.

The but you sent it back text in Josephs fic is supposed to be from Joseph and not the reader. I'll fix it tomorrow

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — Never Had

you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take

an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting

God, how long has it been since he last saw you?

It must've been decades now.

So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?

But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours, the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...

What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.

As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...

50 days.

He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.

"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.

All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.

The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.

The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.

But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.

It just wasn't the right time.

Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.

A love that never found its voice.

And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.

But he had much more important matters.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.

"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.

"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air,  his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."

It's not the right time.

That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.

Will it ever be the right time?

He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.

"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.

"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.

He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.

"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.

"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."

Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.

"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.

"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."

You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.

"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."

Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.

It's not the right time.

"Okay.. I'll wait for you."

But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...

Maybe it'll finally be the right time.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

What would the joestars (part 1-9) reactions to their darling (gender neutral) skirt getting lifted/flinged up by a kid?

( I got inspired from that one scene from frieren where a boy lifts up her skirt...and i personally wanna see the yandere joestars reactions lol.)

https://youtu.be/gd8kDrA9bi8?si=7UVFjAViup42cxZw

There’s the resounding thought of “is it wrong to beat up a child?” going through the Joestar’s heads.

Yandere! Jonathan Joestar

He’s fast enough to pick up whatever kid did this to his poor darling. No amount of smacking and thrashing will make him let go until they apologize, and Jonathan is pretty upset and makes it clear never to do it again. He appears to almost be a very stern parent talking to them, but there’s just a little bit of an intimidating aura behind it that it scares the kid off. Not to mention his large muscular stature helps fend them off as well.

He’ll probably walk you home after and make sure the kid doesn’t try jumping you (He knows how petty an angered person can be sometimes).

Yandere! Joseph Joestar

He can play petty, and he’s not going to let some snot nosed brat just upskirt his darling like that. (that’s a view he’s only allowed to have) The kid doesn’t get far at all, and probably even trips with whatever hamon trick Joseph decides to play off. He flicks the kids nose, maybe even pinches it.

“Cheeky little….you think you’re clever, but you’re not getting far with me, go home already”

He’s absolutely petty enough to give the kid a shaken up soda, and have it explode all over him later, (and maybe pants him, himself at some point). He’ll deny it later when you bring it up

Yandere! Jotaro Kujo

Under normal circumstances he’d be pissed, but being obsessive puts that anger through the roof. Star Platinum grabs the kid by the collar, and pulls them backwards. His stare is cold as ice, there’s zero patience in his voice as he also trips the kid with his stand by the feet. “How about you run home before something that you don’t like happens punk” is about the most restrained Jotaro can be at this point. He’s definitely tempted to punt the brat into the sun

The kid likely has a bloody nose, freaks out and books it out of there in a blink of an eye terrified. Alternatively there’s a chance Jotaro catches the kid early with a little use of his time stop, and smacks the kid in the back of the head with his hand. (Nothing concussion worthy) but it still sends the perpetrator packing.

Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (P4)

It irritates him almost instantly as insulting his hair, he’s on a similar level as Joseph when it comes to these things and the kid is going to have something not quite looking right after the use of Crazy Diamond. Who knows how the kid ended up in a fountain later, it totally wasn’t him! There might be a few other embarrassing stints and the kid eventually never walks your or his way ever again.

Yandere! Giorno Giovanna

His reaction would be interesting here, there’s a weird mix of calmness and pettiness wrapped into one. Firstly the blonde likely manages to pickpocket the kid right off the cuff. Tells the kid he forgot something while waving a wallet or a small amount of money around. Giorno has an obviously fake smile on his face, talks to the kid for a moment or two out of your earshot, perhaps you see an ear pinch out of your peripheral vision.

Though a scream erupts shortly after and the kid is running off slapping insects off themselves.

Yandere! Jolyne Kujo

She’s not the type to take stupid crap like upskirting happening to you (much like her father). The kid almost instantly gets caught by stone free, tripping him up. “What do you think you’re doing kid?” She’ll be asking them if they think their age is a get out of jail free card for acting like a brat. Jolyne will absolutely clever enough to make it look like she’s a sibling of this kid while giving him a taste of their own medicine.

Since they likely cant see stone free, the kid keeps tripping over and over. She might keep him still enough for a few birds to come over and do their business. Maybe hold their mouth open a bit, and suggests not telling anyone about this unless they want their parents to know them as the town pervert.

Yandere! Johnny Joestar

He’d pretend to almost not even notice this kids antics, but the kid quickly gets tripped up by spin. If there is any objects around they would just happen to trip into them. “Not sure what you’re trying to pull there, but it’s not a smart idea to pull that stunt to someone I like” Johnny tells them bluntly. This kid probably ends up “falling” again in mud or another unsavory mix from horses. He just gives the kid a cold stare and gestures them to leave for their own safety.

Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (Gappy) Part 8

There’s some soft humming as he goes to stop the kid who decided to upskirt you. There’s a dark look in his eyes as he grips the kid’s wrist firmly. He makes it clear he’s upset, and likely embarrasses the kid by messing with their hair, making it an obnoxiously ugly style or generally dumping something on them. With the bonus of the kid walking into a pole before rushing off, ( all of that may or may have not had to do with Soft & Wet)

Yandere! Jodio Joestar

There’s really no going back when you mess with his darling. Anything he does to this kid, he doesn’t regret in the slightest. “Want to see my sense of humor?” He’ll probably ask almost mockingly. He asks how’s the weather to kid, and casually uses November Rain on them. If he has food or a drink he doesn’t hesitate to dump it on the kid either. “I don’t think I want a sorry honestly….seems too…insincere for what you did” he shrugs.

[peachbubbless]

can i request the joestar family discovering there s/o is pregnant (reverse for Joleen)

Telling the Joestars you're pregnant

Word count - 5.7k

Characters: Jonathan, Joseph (Young), Joseph (SDC), Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, Jolyne, Johnny, Gappy/Josuke (Part 8)

Jonathan Joestar

There’s golden light pouring in through the windows, warm against the old wood of the Joestar estate, and the whole world smells faintly like ink and tea. He’s in the study, fingers stained with ink, halfway through reading something ancient and dusty. He doesn’t look up right away when you enter, just smiles softly like he always does when he senses you’re near.

Then you speak.

“Jonathan… I need to tell you something.”

Something in your tone makes him freeze. Not visibly. But his shoulders go still, and his fingers tighten ever so slightly on the edge of the desk.

He turns to you.

Sees your face.

And he already knows.

He stands. Slowly. Reverently. Like you’ve just handed him a living fragment of the divine.

“…Are you certain?” he asks, voice low and steady, as if he’s afraid to shatter the moment by speaking too loud.

You nod.

That’s when it happens. The shift.

Jonathan Joestar - the gentleman, the fighter, the scholar, the man who’s stood against monsters without blinking - falls to his knees in front of you.

Not out of shock. Not out of fear. But with the grace of someone witnessing a miracle and choosing to honour it.

His large, callused hands reach for yours, then pause. Hovering. Always gentle. Always asking for permission.

When you lace your fingers with his, he lifts your joined hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles, then rests his forehead there for a long, still moment.

“I-” His voice cracks. Just barely. “I don’t deserve this. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy.”

You can feel his heartbeat thudding under his skin - fast and anxious and so full.

That night, he doesn’t sleep much.

Not out of fear. But because his mind is racing. He’s thinking about everything - cribs and lullabies and how to make sure the Joestar legacy is something his child will want to inherit. He gets up at least three times to check on you. Not in an overbearing way, just… quietly. To make sure you’re warm. Comfortable. Safe.

“They’ll need a protector,” he murmurs, watching you sleep. “Someone who knows what it means to stand for something. I’ll teach them that.”

In the following weeks:

He reads every book on pregnancy and parenting he can find: medical, spiritual, emotional, and even outdated alchemical nonsense just in case. You catch him taking notes at one point.

He starts writing letters. To the baby. For the future. In case he’s ever gone. Because deep down, Jonathan Joestar has always known that fate doesn’t play fair.

He talks to your belly every night. His voice is soft, his stories endless. Sometimes about adventures, sometimes about his hopes. He sings, too (badly) but with so much heart you want to cry.

When you’re nauseous, he’s beside you. Holding your hair, soothing your back. Whispering, “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

When you cry over nothing (and you will), he doesn’t tell you to calm down. He holds you. Kisses your forehead. Let’s you vent or sob or curse the world.

And when you’re asleep - curled into his chest, breath slow and even - he doesn’t move.

He just watches you.

One hand resting gently over your stomach, the other brushing your hair from your face like he’s afraid to wake a dream.

He’s smiling. Not his usual polite smile, but something smaller. Softer. Like joy made quiet.

“I wonder if they’ll have your smile,” he whispers. “I hope they do.”

He leans in, voice barely audible, like he’s telling a secret to the stars.

“You’re already so loved. You don’t even know. But we love you. I love you. Every piece of you. Always will.”

Then he presses the gentlest kiss to your forehead. And one more to where his child sleeps beneath your skin.

“I’ll be here,” he promises, voice warm as candlelight. “Every step. Every moment. I’ll be here.”

And when he finally closes his eyes - arms wrapped around his whole world - Jonathan Joestar sleeps with a smile.

Joseph Joestar (Young)

It’s late when you tell him.

Not dramatic. Not romantic. Just you, in the kitchen, standing barefoot by the sink with a glass of water and a knot in your stomach. He’s rambling about something - some prank he pulled on Caesar, something involving a dress and two bottles of tequila - and he’s so full of noise and motion it makes the silence between your words feel like a chasm.

“I’m pregnant.”

The world stops.

Literally. It’s like the air skips a beat. Joseph freezes mid-step, mid-story, hands halfway to gesturing some ridiculous reenactment.

“……You’re what now?”

His voice cracks at the end. You can see his brain grinding like it’s buffering at 2%. His eyes dart down to your stomach, back to your face, and then he does the worst thing imaginable.

He laughs.

Loud. Nervous. Completely out of pocket. Like he’s waiting for you to break character and yell “Just kidding!” like it’s all part of a bit.

But your face doesn’t change.

The laughter dies.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait - seriously?”

You nod. Quiet. No tricks. No backup punchline. Just the truth.

Joseph Joestar has fought Nazis, Pillar Men, and literal abominations.

Nothing prepares him for this.

He sits down. Hard. Kitchen chair creaks under him. He runs both hands through his hair, muttering “Oh my god” like a prayer or a death sentence. Then again, louder:

“Oh my god, I did that?? I did that?!”

You’re half a second away from leaving when he jolts upright.

“Wait - no, not like that! Not - shit! I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just - holy shit, I’m gonna be a dad?! ME?!”

He’s spiralling. Hands flailing. Pacing now.

“Okay, okay, we can do this. I mean- I can… I can barely keep a cactus alive, but this is fine. This is fine! Babies are just loud potatoes for the first couple months, right?”

You stare at him.

He stops pacing.

“…Okay, I’ll read some books.”

That night, he’s lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, arms flung wide like he’s trying to take up all the space his thoughts are spilling into.

You’re not sure if he’s asleep until he says - quiet, raw:

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

It’s the first real thing he’s said all night.

You shift, curling beside him. He flinches when you rest your hand over his chest - like he’s worried you’re going to take it back, take everything back.

“I’m scared,” he says. “I joke when I’m scared. You know that.”

You do. Of course you do.

He turns to you then. Really turns. No mask. No grin. Just those stormy, wild eyes full of fear and wonder and more love than he knows how to hold in one body.

“But I want this. I want you. I want…” He swallows. “I wanna be there. For everything.”

He reaches out. Presses a shaky hand to your side.

“…I’m not gonna run. I promise.”

In the following weeks:

He tells everyone. Immediately. The mailman knows. Speedwagon knows. Caesar hears it through a window and nearly drops his espresso.

He becomes insanely protective. You so much as sneeze and he’s fussing over you.

Reads exactly half of a parenting book before getting distracted.

Invents “prenatal Hamon sessions” that are 90% fake science and 10% sincere attempts to “boost the baby’s Hamon potential.”

Leaves you notes on the fridge like: “Good morning, gorgeous + also the adorable parasitic lifeform inside you.”

Says things like “It’ll probably be huge like me. Sorry in advance.”

He’s dramatic. He’s terrified. He’s not perfect.

But he loves you so hard it radiates off him in waves.

And every time he stares at you, like you hung the stars and then casually told him you built a second solar system, he means it when he says:

“I’m gonna be the best dad this kid doesn’t know they need yet. Just wait.”

Joseph Joestar (SDC) 

You don’t even get the whole sentence out before he chokes on his drink.

You were aiming for casual, maybe “Hey, I’ve got some news” or “So, funny thing about my doctor’s appointment…”

Instead, what comes out is a very dry, “Joseph… I’m pregnant.”

And then it’s like you detonated a bomb made entirely of “WHAT?!”

He coughs. Flails. Nearly knocks over the table. There’s peach iced tea on the floor and lemon slices stuck to his shirt and he’s already halfway to standing like he’s about to physically square up with the concept of your pregnancy.

“YOU’RE WHAT?!?”

You blink. “Pregnant.”

“I-” He gestures at you, then himself, then vaguely at the air like he’s trying to solve an invisible equation. “You – me – how-?!”

You fold your arms. “You know how.”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Points a finger. Drops it. Then finally sits down like his legs gave out.

“…You’re serious?”

You nod.

He leans back, hand over his heart like he’s just been hit by a Hamon beam.

“Oh my God. I still got it.”

You stare. “That’s what you’re leading with?”

He grins, roguish and infuriating. “C’mon, sweetheart. Sixty-two and still got it? You’ve gotta admit that’s kind of hot.”

You reach for a pillow to throw at him. He narrowly dodges it, laughing until it dissolves into something quieter and a little softer.

He looks at you again. Really looks.

“You’re sure?” he asks. Not doubting - just… hoping it’s real.

You nod. “I’m sure.”

And Joseph Joestar - smartass, war vet, drama king - sits very still for a second too long.

Then says, too fast:

“Okay. Okay, okay, we can make this work. I mean, we have experience… even if it was years ago. Holy turned out fine, right?”

He’s up again, already pacing.

“Do we need to move? We should move. Tokyo’s stressful. Do babies get stressed? Do I get stressed?!”

You say his name once, twice.

Then, finally, he stops in front of you. A little winded. A little wide-eyed.

A lot in love.

“I’m scared,” he admits.

Your breath catches.

“I’m scared I’ll screw it up again. That I’ll miss things. That I’ll be too old, or too busy, or too Joestar to get it right.”

You reach out.

He takes your hand like it’s the only thing tethering him to the moment.

“…But I want this,” he says, quieter. “God, do I want this.”

And then, classic Joseph, he ruins the emotional tension by immediately announcing:

“We’re gonna need to hide this from Jotaro. I can already feel the judgment.”

In the following weeks:

Absolutely uses the pregnancy as an excuse for more affection. “You’re carrying the next Joestar! You get foot rubs. That’s in the rules.”

Comes up with terrible baby names every day. 

Can’t decide between things so just buys everything.

Tries to convince you the baby might inherit a Stand in utero and brings out tarot cards to test your belly.

Jotaro finds him talking to your stomach and immediately walks out without comment.

Buys a ridiculous number of books, reads zero. Claims he’s going to “wing it with style.”

Has one night of complete meltdown where he panics about being older, about making mistakes and you hold him while he spirals, until he falls asleep muttering, “I’ll be there. I swear it.”

He’s dramatic. He’s inappropriate. But he shows up. He loves fiercely, makes mistakes loudly, and keeps coming back. He may not always get it right but he’s never going to stop trying.

And when he holds your hand, when he presses his palm to your stomach like he’s making a pact with the future, he whispers-

“I’m gonna love the hell out of this kid. You better believe it.”

Jotaro Kujo 

You tell him the way you have to.

Not dramatic. Not poetic. Just… plain truth.

You don’t plan it. There’s no romantic setup. No flowers. No “World’s Best Dad” mug waiting on the kitchen table.

It’s late, the lights are low, and Jotaro’s halfway through reviewing marine data, glasses perched low on his nose, a pencil tucked behind his ear. The room smells like coffee and salt air. He’s quiet. Focused. Calm.

And then you say it.

“Jotaro… I’m pregnant.”

His hand stills over the paper.

A long, thick silence settles between you. Not awkward. Not cold. Just heavy. Full of something that doesn’t have a name yet.

He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t move. You wonder if he heard you.

Then-

“…Are you sure?”

His voice is low. Level. But not unfeeling.

You nod. “Yeah. I’ve taken three tests.”

He finally looks at you.

And you’ve never seen that look before.

Not fear. Not joy. Not even shock. Just… stillness. Like he’s caught between the version of his life he’d planned - and the one you just gave him.

His jaw tightens. His eyes search yours. And then, softly:

“…Okay.”

It’s not dismissive.

It’s not distant.

It’s a promise.

He stands up. Walks over to you.

His hands hover for a second, then settle on your shoulders - warm and steady. The space between you closes.

You expect more questions. More reaction.

What you get is his forehead against yours. Steady.

Just that. No words.

Just breath. Contact. Connection.

Later that night, you find him on the balcony, lit by starlight, staring up at the sky like it’s suddenly got answers. His coat is draped over your shoulders—left there without a word.

You sit beside him. Don’t press.

Eventually, he says:

“I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be.”

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“I think you’ll be better than you think.”

And the silence that follows feels like belief settling in.

He doesn’t look at you but he squeezes your hand. Hard.

In the following weeks:

He doesn’t talk about it much. Doesn’t announce it. But you catch him pausing longer in the baby aisle at stores quietly reading labels.

Buys parenting books. Science-based ones. Annotates them like marine biology research and cross-references sources. 

Rewrites his entire schedule. Late nights out? Gone. Conference travel? Postponed. Patrol shifts? Shortened. He doesn’t say why. No one dares ask.

Every time you so much as wince, he’s there. Doesn’t say “Are you okay?” - just is there. A hand on your back. A glass of water. A calm, firm “sit down.”

Keeps a medical file for you thicker than his thesis. Tracks vitamins. Memorises everything. Subtly corrects the doctor once.

Starts researching the safest bassinets and strollers like it’s his final Stand battle. Refuses to settle for anything with fewer than five-star reviews.

You wake up from a nap once to find his hand resting over your belly. Not moving. Not even fully touching. Just there.

You pretend to be asleep. Because if he’s letting himself have this moment, you won’t take it from him.

One night, he hears you talking to the baby - and later, when he thinks you’re not listening, you hear him murmur: “You’re safe. I promise.”

He never screams. Never breaks.

But you feel it. Every day.

The way he walks a little slower now when you’re by his side.

The way his gloved hand hovers before finding yours.

The way he says, in the dark, half-asleep:

“If anything ever tries to hurt them… I’ll stop the world.”

And you know he means it.

He’s not loud.

He’s not flashy.

But he’s already a father in every way that counts.

Josuke Higashikata 

You don’t mean for it to come out the way it does.

You’re not sure how you meant to say it, honestly. Maybe with a little more prep. A lead-in. Some grounding. Not while he’s halfway through trying to microwave his supper, still in his uniform undershirt, badge clipped to the counter, and humming along to the Morioh radio jingle like the most chaotic domestic golden retriever known to man.

But you’re watching him - hair a little tousled, sleeves rolled up, gold chain catching the light - and your brain just… says it.

“I’m pregnant.”

He doesn’t even turn around at first.

Just kind of nods like you said something casual. Nice weather today or the mail came.

Then he freezes.

Real slow.

Turns.

Stares.

“…You’re what now.”

You swallow. “Pregnant.”

His face goes through all five stages of grief in under two seconds. Denial. Confusion. Visibly questioning his own fertility.

“Like - baby pregnant?!”

“Yes, Josuke. That’s… how pregnancy works.”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Points at your stomach. Points at himself. Points back at your stomach. And then:

“Oh my god.”

He takes a step back like the concept physically hit him. His brain is racing - you can see it. There are so many thoughts colliding in his skull that nothing is coming out of his mouth except-

“Do you need water?! A chair?! A chair and water?! What if you pass out?! What if I pass out?! Okuyasu’s gonna pass out when he hears!!”

You sit him down. He’s flailing. Verbally. Emotionally. 

“I - shit, okay, no - this is good! I’m not saying it’s not good! It’s just like… wow! That’s a person. Inside you. That we made. That’s not important. I just - whoa.”

He rubs his face with both hands. Still wearing his patrol belt like that’s going to help.

You wait.

Then, quietly:

“…You’re sure?”

You nod.

And the second he sees that, the panic fizzles.

He exhales hard. Eyes wide. Heart full.

“…I’m gonna be a dad.”

He says it like he’s trying the word on. It fits. Too big right now. A little terrifying. But… right.

He grins. Big, shaky, earnest.

Then completely breaks down into happy tears two minutes later while hugging you. Still smells faintly like coffee and traffic stops.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes, wiping his face on the back of his wrist. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m just - shit, you’re so cool. You’re so cool and you’re pregnant and you still wanna be with me?! Like, this is my kid too? Really?!”

You kiss his forehead. “I’m very sure.”

In the following weeks:

Buys so many toys for the baby.

Googles “how to be a good dad” while Okuyasu hovers behind him eating chips and yelling, “DUDE! DUDE! You gotta teach it how to fight!”

Starts keeping a second notepad in his patrol car - one for ticket logs, one for baby name ideas and “things I wanna teach them someday.”

Tells every coworker in the precinct that he’s going to be a dad. Every single one. Including his supervisor. Multiple times.

Panics over every little sound you make. Slight groan? Crazy diamond is ready.

Spends literal hours talking to your stomach. Tells them about the arcade. How to dodge punches. Who to trust. Which diners in Morioh are the best (Tonio’s).

Is lowkey insecure. He tries to hide it, but one night you catch him sitting at the foot of the bed, whispering, “I’m not my dad. I swear I’ll try harder than he did.”

Rohan finds out and starts sketching a crazy one-shot called “The Hair Heir”. Josuke prepares to torch his house. 

His mom is THRILLED. Starts crocheting blankets within minutes.

Josuke insists on building the crib himself. It’s crooked. He cries. “I can’t even fix it with Crazy Diamond.”

He’s not ready. God, he’s not ready.

But he shows up. Every day.

Pompadour perfectly styled. Badge on his belt. Lunch packed with too many snacks. Ready to protect Morioh with one hand… and hold your hand with the other.

And when he looks at you?

It’s not just love. It’s awe. It’s joy. It’s you’re my whole world now and I’m gonna be the best dad in this town.

“…You know,” he says one night, curled around you in bed, voice soft and full of wonder, “if they’re anything like you… they’re gonna be amazing.”

You smile into his chest. “They’re gonna be half you, too.”

And he just pulls you tighter.

“I hope they get your laugh,” he mumbles.

You tell him they probably will.

And if they get his heart?

They’ll be just fine.

Giorno Giovanna 

You don’t say it like it’s a confession. You say it like you’re handing him a mission briefing. 

Something final. Important. Irrevocable.

“Giorno… I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air between you, quiet and clean.

He doesn’t speak at first.

He just stops what he’s doing, his pen frozen mid-signature over a document marked for Passione territory logistics, and lifts his eyes to meet yours.

Still, calculating, but never cold. 

“…How long have you known?”

You answer. Calmly. He listens. Silently. Then finally, he sets the pen down. He crosses the room in three slow, even steps.

You brace for anything.

He’s the boss of Passione.

You’ve seen how he handles problems.

People kneel before him.

But you think of Trish.

The way she was stolen, pursued, nearly carved up just for being her father’s daughter.

And the man who let it happen wore the same crown Giorno wears now.

But this time?

He doesn’t turn away.

He doesn’t calculate risk.

He reaches for your hand like it means something, like you mean something.

His fingers wrap around yours.

Steady, warm and real.

And when he speaks, it’s not just certainty. It’s something softer.

“…I see.”

A beat. Then gentler:

“Thank you for telling me.”

And it makes your chest ache.

That night, he doesn’t sleep.

You wake once to find him on the balcony, overlooking the city, suit jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled. The moon turns his hair to molten white, his eyes sharp in the dark.

He doesn’t hear you at first.

Then says, “The world isn’t kind. I’ve worked every day to change that.”

He turns to you.

“But I have a new reason to succeed and I won’t stop until this city is safe for our child.”

In the following weeks:

A quiet shift rolls through Passione. Nobody speaks of it, but things change. Layers of extra security around you. Routes rerouted. Meetings relocated.

Your doctor receives an anonymous “gift” of new equipment, better staff, and the silent understanding that any failure will be unacceptable.

Giorno never says the word “Papa” out loud, not at first. But he makes space for the role in his world: time in his schedule, protection in his plans, softness in the places no one sees.

Gold Experience becomes hyper-responsive to your state. Once, when you stumbled, it moved faster than either of you - Giorno caught you, and Gold Experience stabilised the ground beneath your feet with vines.

He builds a nursery hidden within his villa, soundproofed, sunlight filtered. Quiet. Secure. Untouchable.

At night, he begins speaking to the child - not with soft lullabies, but with truth. “The world will challenge you,” he says to your stomach. “But you will not face it alone.”

Giorno doesn’t fall apart.

He doesn’t shout. Or cry. Or spiral.

He recalculates.

He reorganizes.

He adapts.

Because to Giorno Giovanna, being a father is not just a title.

It’s a new kind of mission.

And just like he swore to defeat Diavolo and end suffering from the inside-

He swears now, in quiet moments between breath and heartbeat:

“No harm will come to you. Not while I’m still breathing.”

And you believe him.

Because this is Giorno Giovanna.

And when he decides to protect something?

The world shifts to let him do it.

Jolyne Cujoh

She tells you while walking.

Just blurts it out while crossing the living room, pulling on a hoodie, tying her hair back with fast, restless fingers like she’s trying to keep her hands busy so they don’t do something else, something stupid, like shake.

“I’m pregnant.”

No buildup.

No soft lighting or pastel sweaters.

Just: “I’m pregnant.” Said like a dare.

You blink. “What?”

She stops. Doesn’t turn around. Just lets the silence hang there for a few seconds too long.

“…I said I’m pregnant.”

When you don’t respond right away, she does turn - arms folded, jaw tight. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes: not anger, not quite. Bracing. For judgment. For abandonment. For anything but support.

You step closer, slow. “Are you okay?”

That catches her off guard.

“What? Yeah. I’m fine.” “Well - no, I’m throwing up like every morning and I’m pretty sure my boobs are trying to murder me, but other than that - yeah. Totally peachy.”

You almost smile. She notices and scowls.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m gonna cry. I’m not.”

“…Okay.” She pauses. Then: “…I might.”

You sit down. She doesn’t follow.

“I didn’t plan this,” she says. “And I’m not gonna pretend I’m one of those people who always wanted to be a mom or whatever. I didn’t.”

You nod. You wait.

“But it’s here now. And I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. And…”

She stops.

She breathes.

“…I wanna try. I wanna do better than what I got.”

You stand. Take her hand. Her grip is tight - like she’s afraid if she lets go, the ground will open up and swallow her whole.

You don’t say much.

You don’t have to.

And when you finally pull her into a hug, she sinks into it like her body’s been waiting for permission.

In the following weeks:

Jolyne insists on doing everything herself. Carrying groceries? Climbing ladders? Lifting furniture? You have to beg her to sit down.

Refuses to read parenting blogs. “They all sound like they were written by rich suburban yoga weirdos. That’s not my style.”

Starts researching genetic Stand inheritance like a college thesis. “If this kid ends up with a string-based power, I need to prepare for that. I didn’t inherit my dad’s but it’s possible”

Keeps pretending she’s fine, then collapses onto the couch with a heating pad and a bowl of mac and cheese. “Don’t say anything. Just let me die for twenty minutes.”

When the nausea gets bad, she talks to the baby like it’s an annoying roommate. “You better come out cool, or I swear I’ll put you back.”

You catch her late at night, hand over her stomach, eyes unfocused. She’s whispering something soft. You don’t interrupt.

Tells her dad eventually. Pretends not to care what he thinks. But she doesn’t stop pacing until he says:

“You’ll be a great mother. Just like your mom was.”

Keeps your sonogram photo tucked in the back of her phone case. Pretends it’s no big deal.

Jolyne doesn’t change overnight.

She’s still fiery. Still loud. Still the girl who’d punch someone for looking at you wrong and then complain about how sore her knuckles are.

But there’s something gentler in the way she carries herself now.

Not softer.

Just… stronger. In a different way.

And when she curls up next to you at night, one hand resting on her stomach, she murmurs into your shoulder:

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You press a kiss to her temple. “Neither do I.”

She breathes.

“…We’ll figure it out, though.”

And you believe her.

Because if there’s one thing Jolyne Cujoh knows how to do - it’s fight for what matters.

Johnny Joestar

You don’t plan how to tell him.

Because how do you prepare someone who’s survived what Johnny has?

You can’t soften this kind of truth.

So you just… say it.

He’s out on the porch when you find him. Hat tilted low, boots kicked up on the rail, something unreadable in his face as he watches the sky go gold over the horizon. There’s a calm to him lately - not peace, but the kind of stillness you get after years of running.

You sit beside him.

He doesn’t look at you, just shifts slightly to make room.

“Johnny,” you say, carefully. “I’m pregnant.”

He doesn’t react.

Not visibly.

Just lowers his boots to the porch floor with a quiet thunk.

His eyes are still on the sky.

“…Say that again?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. Long and full of gravity.

His hand curls against his knee, knuckles pale. Then-

“…Huh.”

You wait.

He finally turns his head, slowly. There’s no panic in his expression, but it’s not blank either. It’s focused. Serious. Like he’s just been handed a question he doesn’t know the answer to yet.

“You’re sure?”

You nod.

He breathes out through his nose, slow and controlled.

And then he says, very quietly:

“Okay.”

You’re not sure what you expected. He doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t flinch. Just sits with it. Like he’s testing the weight of this new future in his hands and deciding whether or not it’ll crush him.

He leans back against the wall. His gaze drops to the floorboards.

“I thought I wasn’t the kind of person who get this,” he says after a minute. “Family. Future. Normal stuff.”

You don’t interrupt.

“I’ve spent so much of my life trying to outrun who I was. And then trying to prove I’d changed. And now this…”

He finally looks at you.

There’s no fear in his eyes.

Just something raw.

“…I want to get it right.”

In the weeks that follow:

Johnny doesn’t tell anyone right away. Not because he’s hiding it—but because he’s keeping it close. Letting it be real before letting it be public.

He starts making lists. Quietly. Supplies. Books. Things to fix around the ranch.

You catch him once, in the barn, practicing how to hold a newborn with an empty feed sack. 

He builds the crib himself. Doesn’t ask for help. It’s a little crooked, but steady.

When you feel sick, he doesn’t panic. He just gets up, makes tea, rubs your back, and mutters, “Alright, kid. Go easy on ‘em.”

Once tells a horse, very seriously, “You’re not the baby anymore,” before giving it a carrot anyway.

Starts whittling random shapes out of spare wood and leaving them on the windowsill “for luck.” One ends up looking vaguely like a baby with a cowboy hat. He pretends it doesn’t.

You catch him dancing in the kitchen with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, holding the laundry basket like it’s a toddler. He doesn’t stop when you walk in, just gives you a lopsided grin and keeps going.

It’s not easy for Johnny to be hopeful.

It never has been.

But he shows up. Every day. Even the hard ones.

And one night, as you’re getting ready for bed, he slips a hand to your stomach and just… stays there. Not saying anything. Just holding on.

Eventually, he murmurs:

“I think I can do this.”

And you believe him.

Because underneath everything - the anger, the hurt, the things he’s done and the things he’s lost - Johnny Joestar is someone who fights to move forward.

And now, he has someone new to carry with him.

Josuke Higashikata (Part 8) 

You don’t think it’ll be a big moment. You don’t plan to say it while he’s rinsing off a bunch of fancy grapes in the kitchen sink, humming that off-key little tune he picked up from TV commercials, sleeves rolled up and face slightly flushed from the sun.

But you do. You say it.

“Josuke… I’m pregnant.”

He looks up, blink-blink, fingers still tangled in the grape stems. His shoulders go rigid, like someone just hit a switch in his spine. He blinks again. His lips part - like he’s going to say something. And then?

“…Hold on.”

He very calmly puts the grapes back into the bowl.

Wipes his hands on the dish towel.

And turns to face you, dead serious.

“You’re being serious?”

You nod. “Completely.”

“…You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

He stares at you for a second longer, then turns around and walks directly into the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Okay – ow - okay,” he mutters, putting a hand on his hip like that’ll help. “Okay.”

He doesn’t freak out. Not exactly. But you can see it in his eyes: the math scrambling to finish itself, the swirl of how? and what now? and am I ready for this?

And then:

“…I thought you were gonna tell me you smashed a plate or something.”

You snort. “Nope.”

“I mean. This is… kind of better.”

“Kind of?”

He rubs the back of his neck, flustered but smiling. That weird, soft, sheepish smile he gives you when he’s trying really hard to look cool and emotionally balanced.

Then he says it - quietly:

“I’ve never really thought about stuff like this before. I was so occupied with my past I never really looked forward.”

You don’t say anything. You just take his hand, and he squeezes it like he’s trying to ground himself in you.

In the following weeks:

Starts carrying a little notepad with reminders like “prenatal vitamins,” “don’t let them carry heavy stuff,” and “ask what a onesie is.”

You catch him reading a baby book with a totally blank expression. “What the hell is a swaddle? Is that a Stand?”

Asks you at least five times, dead serious, “Do you think it’ll have four balls, too?”

Asks Yasuho for help picking out baby-safe shampoo. She immediately starts crying. He panics.

Draws a “baby Stand” design and shows it to you like it’s a science fair project. It’s weirdly cool. 

Touches your stomach like it’s the most delicate thing he’s ever seen. Doesn’t always say anything. Just… rests his palm there.

Mutters, “I’m gonna protect you,” half to you, half to the baby. Says it again when he thinks you’re asleep.

Gappy is still a bit fuzzy about who he used to be.

But he knows who he wants to be now.

He wants to be steady. Safe. Someone who shows up. Someone who figures it out, even if he stumbles.

And when he looks at you now - your fingers linked, your breath slow, the weight of a new life between you - he says softly:

“…This is real, right?”

You nod.

He exhales.

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

[cosmicvaca]

Jotaro and Noriaki in Central Park, 1990

I went to New York and took some photos so I could put my boys in them <3 Took this photo while also sharing a pretzel with my mom though I hope theirs wasn't as stale as ours

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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…)

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Tequila Hallucination

You've had a crush on Professor Kujo since walking into his Intro to Marine Science class. After a chance encounter while out drinking, you have a memorable night with him.

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SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY WARNINGS FOR :

Handjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of breeding

Just a reminder friends that while Professor/student relationships seem hot in theory, there is a HUGE power imbalance in play.

College was the number one experience that you had been looking forward to since you started high school. When the topic came up freshman year, you began building a roadmap to college. You mapped out what classes to take, what GPA to maintain, and what colleges were the best fit for you. As you progressed from a freshman to a sophomore, you started narrowing down your major choices and, by the time you were a junior, you were dead set on California State University at Monterey. It had the major that you wanted (Marine Science) and was far enough away that you were out of your parent’s grasp but not too far that you could still visit home for holidays and breaks. Plus, the campus was close enough to the beach that you could go hang out there to study!

The roadmap that you had developed shifted to college and, once you were accepted into CSU Monterey and gave them your intent to enroll, you began deciding what classes to take for each semester. Your college counselor had suggested you take your General Education classes first, knocking out each requirement to get into the Marine Science major faster. When you had to register for classes, the counselor assigned to you was surprised at how in depth your plan was.

“You . . . have a spreadsheet?” they had asked, eyes wide.

Freshman year was spent taking only Gen Ed classes, crossing them off your spreadsheet and taking classes over the summer to advance your progress. Your classmates were impressed with your dedication, often asking you to help them plan out their programs and asking you for advice.

When you started your sophomore year at CSU Monterey, you were excited to cross off the last of your Gen Ed requirements so you could shift and focus entirely on the Marine Science major. You immediately made an appointment with your counselor to make sure you were still on track, and they had laughed when you walked in with a worried look.

“You are the last student who needs to be worried,” they had remarked. “Look at how organized you are!”

“I know,” you pouted. “But a lot can happen! Who knows what could change.”

“Oh, stop,” they sighed, shaking their head. “All is going well. You can take your first Marine Science course next semester.”

The idea of being one step closer to your major had you working even harder, and your first semester was spent at office hours or in the library. Social activities were on hold, no matter how much letting off steam sounded appealing.

Second semester rolled around, and you were finally taking your first Marine Science course. The course, Marine Science 1, was the first introductory class for the major. Given the competitiveness of the program, you had been told that you had to complete the Gen Ed requirements, including an Economics class and three Mathematics classes (where you had struggled in each one). A few of your high school classes had been applied to your program, which was why you were able to sign up for Marine Science 1.

The course was described as an introduction to the field of Marine Science and would include introductory terms and concepts. In order to take the next one in the series, Marine Science 2, you had to pass with a C or higher. The thought of getting a C made your eye twitch, so you made a promise to yourself to get an A.

The morning of the first class you woke up early, sitting up in your bed and stretching before gathering your bathroom things and shuffling into the communal bathroom. You took your time getting ready, satisfied with your appearance before making your way over to the dining commons to have a filling breakfast. Marine Science 1 was your first class of the day, set to start at 9 sharp. The lecture hall was near the dining commons you were at, so you took your time walking over there before finding a bench nearby to wait to enter.

There was an 8 AM lecture before the class, so you occupied yourself with checking your backpack to make sure you had all of your supplies before scrolling through your phone. The class was let out at 8:45, and you brushed your way through the exiting crowd and into the large lecture hall. Smiling to yourself, you sat in the third row in a middle seat before gathering your supplies and getting ready for lecture.

The lecture hall filled up quickly, and you noted that the Professor hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe they were running late? Did they have first day jitters?

Do professors get first day jitters?

Shaking your head, you glanced around you and noted still no professor.

“Very unprofessional,” you muttered to yourself.

The clock ticked closer to nine, and you wondered if the class would be cancelled. Your heart sank in your chest at the thought, and you began preparing yourself for the worst. Sighing, you checked your phone, seeing the time change to 9.

“Sorry I’m late.”

A deep voice rang out through the hall, causing everyone to go silent. You swiveled your head just in time to see the professor hurrying down the aisle. He was a blur as he rushed by, and you didn’t get a good look until he was standing at the podium.

He was hot.

He was dressed all in white, giving him a slightly ethereal look. A white trench coat hung down his long legs, a purple turtleneck underneath tucked into white pants. You swallowed thickly as you observed the way his clothing seemed to stretch along his muscles. A white hat sat on his head, but he removed it to run a hand through his dark hair. While his hair was styled neatly, you could tell that it was slightly unruly, as a few loose strands stuck out in curls.

“My name is Professor Kujo, and I will be your professor for Marine Science 1 this semester.”

He finally looked up, revealing a pair of intense blue eyes. They looked around the lecture hall, taking in the size of the audience before settling on you. You felt a shiver run up your spine at how strong his gaze was upon you. The moment was severed when he cleared his throat and opened up his presentation.

The first lecture went by too fast, and you found yourself feeling slightly disappointed as you left. Professor Kujo had gone over his background, revealing that he was working on his PhD and mostly did research in the area by campus. He had presented at different conferences and revealed that some of his research papers would be assigned reading for the course. Overall, he was an impressive man and you found yourself drawn to him.

It seemed you weren’t the only one. You overhead girls whispering as you walked out about how hot and gorgeous Professor Kujo was.

“Do you think he’s single?” one girl giggled.

“I didn’t see a ring on his finger,” her friend replied.

As the semester went on, you realized that Professor Kujo was strict. He seemingly exerted order in every aspect of his life, and it spilled over heavily into his course. You had a feeling he rarely gave extensions for work and expected his exams to be difficult and full of details that you couldn’t miss.

Your predictions came true when midterms rolled around. Professor Kujo had been kind enough to supply a study guide, but once you went over it you realized there was a lot you had to brush up on. Every moment was spent studying from the day he passed out the guide. Thankfully, your other classes had midterms you could breeze through, which meant you could focus on Professor Kujo’s class.

“Why don’t you just ask him for help?”

Your roommate, Anne, was walking with you to the library. The two of you had booked a study room and intended to stay until dinner.

“Are you kidding?” you gasped. “Professor Kujo would probably ding me for that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Thankfully, you managed to pass the exam with a B+, and Anne announced that you two would be celebrating.

“I got us some fake IDs for the occasion!”

The two of you took an Uber to the adjacent college town, using your new IDs to get into the newest club. It was packed, the smell of sweat and alcohol permeating the air. Anne rushed to the bar to get shots while you glanced around to take note of the place.

“Here, cheers!”

You clinked the shot glass before throwing the drink back. The burn felt delightful, and you realized you really needed an outlet. You sent Anne back for another round of shots which you took before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Two drinks and an hour of dancing later, you were feeling awesome. You moved to the loud bass, laughing as Anne grinded against you. She had a much better tolerance than you and was entertained at how drunk you were getting. A few guys had come up to try and dance with you two, but Anne only allowed the cute or non creepy ones to get close. While you hadn’t thought about taking anyone home, the thought began to form in your mind.

It was nearing midnight when you realized you didn’t want the night to end. You were now three drinks in and had crossed over into drunk territory. Anne dragged you to the bathroom so you both could use it before returning back to the dance floor. At this point the club was packed, having to push through tightly packed bodies to get back to dancing.

“Girl, you need some water. The last thing I need is for you to get blacked out.”

Anne waggled a finger at you in warning.

“Do not go anywhere or talk to anyone. I’ll be right back.”

You gave her a sloppy salute in response. Rolling her eyes, she turned and disappeared towards the bar. She had left you on the outskirts of the dance floor, leaning against a random table. You hummed along to the music and turned your head upon feeling someone approach you.

“Yo! You look like you need a drink!”

A tall guy wearing a CSU Monterey sweatshirt was holding a bottle of tequila. He grinned down at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he jerked his head towards the bottle.

“Come take a handle pull! This shit is expensive!”

The rational part of your brain, albeit very small at this point, was yelling at you in protest. The rest of your very drunk brain ignored it, and you shrugged at the guy before grabbing the bottle.

“Fuck it.”

You threw your head back, pouring the tequila down your throat. You knew it was expensive because it didn’t burn as it went down, which led to you drinking more than you should have. The guy whooped as you took your last sip and handed him the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re pretty cool!”

He high fived you before heading to the next table. Your vision was beginning to swim, and you realized now that you shouldn’t have done that. Sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes to steady your breathing. Once it felt like the world was clearer, you slowly opened your eyes.

Professor Kujo was standing across the club, staring at you with an amused expression.

You blinked furiously. You were trashed, right?

Closing your eyes again, you shook your head furiously before opening one. Professor Kujo was still there, the image unchanged. Shame flooded through you, and you realized your Professor had seen you drinking underage.

Oh God, what if he lowers my grade because of this?!

Without thinking, you rushed into the dance floor. Anne’s warning floated through your ears, but you knew you needed to hide. A group of frat guys were near the middle, their tall figures allowing for you to crouch down a little. One of them noticed you and dragged you towards the circle, but you tried pushing him away.

Okay, no dancefloor.

You headed towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. The line was long, the end of it trailing into the main part of the club. Sighing, you turned around and decided to find Anne. It seemed even more crowded, and you realized it would be impossible. The dance floor seemed to be the only option, so you walked around the edge of it before you found a semi-empty spot you could hide in for now.

The shock of seeing Professor Kujo had sobered you up quite a bit. You were able to pay attention to your surroundings better, and you realized that the DJ was playing much better music. Bopping your head, you figured that getting back into the groove and dancing was all you could do right now. Letting go of your embarrassment, you let your body sway to the music.

You glanced around yourself in search of Anne or Professor Kujo. You didn’t see either of them, so you shrugged and kept dancing on. Anne was probably stuck at the bar with how crowded the club was, and you hoped that Professor Kujo would realize this was out of his realm and leave.

At least, you hoped he had left.

Why had your Professor been here in the first place?! Was he a secret party animal? Did he come here to have a drink and let go? Was this where he picked up girls?

For some reason, the last question bothered you. Scoffing, you furiously shook your head and forced yourself to focus on the music. Your dancing picked up, and you realized now you wanted to find a guy to take home to forget about your Professor. Glancing around you again, you realized most people were beyond drunk at this point and that there was no point in even approaching them. Sighing, you wondered if maybe it was time to go.

“You seem lost.”

A deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to jump. It sounded familiar, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Professor Kujo standing there. Now that he was closer, you were able to get a good look at him. He was wearing a black dress shirt tucked into dark pants, with a pair of sneakers finishing the look. His normally stoic face had a slightly amused look as he peered down at you.

“P-Professor Kujo,” you stammered out.

Gently taking your arm, he guided you off the dance floor and towards the back where more tables were. The music began to fade, and eventually he was able to talk to you without needing to be so close.

“What a surprise seeing you here,” he said.

“I could say the same about you,” you responded shyly.

He studied you for a long moment.

“Do you normally drink this much?”

Shit, he had seen you.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Only after stressful exams.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

“Really? I expected someone as studious as you to not struggle with exams.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Had he been taking note of you this whole time?

“W-well,” you nervously laughed. “Even I have my flaws.”

“I doubt that.”

He examined you again, blue eyes seeming to soften the longer he looked at you.

“You fascinate me.”

You couldn’t help but stare back in response. After a moment he laughed, shaking his head before asking you questions about yourself. You fell into light conversation with him, surprised at how easily you two seemed to get along. He was asking you why you had chosen to study Marine Science when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

“Sorry, give me a second.”

Anne had sent you a series of texts. The first had been asking where you were, before she began narrating a cute guy buying her a drink. The last text read sorry babe, you went MIA. Taking him home. Going back to his, so don’t wait up for me ;)

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, my roommate is going home with someone.”

He cocked his head to the side.

“Well, I hope that’s alright with you.”

You shrugged.

“Why don’t we go dance?”

Before you could respond, Professor Kujo grabbed your hand and began directing you towards the dance floor.

“P-Professor Kujo!” you yelled out over the music.

“Jotaro.”

He turned around to respond, leaning in towards you.

“Call me Jotaro.”

His hand never left your hips as you danced together. Despite this, he kept a respectable distance. It seemed he was more interested in seeing you move more than anything. You had tried a few times to turn around and grind on him, but he seemed reluctant to let you do so. He was able to follow along to the beat well, which surprised you given his large size. After a while, though, he began to move closer to you. The hand on your hip tightened, especially when he noticed other guys looking at you.

“It’s getting late. Are you doing okay?”

Your phone said it was near one. You were feeling fine, and you told Jotaro so.

“Well, how about we go back to my place?”

You responded with a slow nod. Jotaro reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers before leading you out of the club. Given how late it was, the temperature had dropped, and you shivered. Jotaro let go of your hand and instead wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He slowed his pace to walk alongside you, and you breathed in his scent. He smelled . . . nice. Whatever cologne he was wearing was probably expensive.

The club only had valet parking, so he slipped his ticket to a worker and turned his head to look down at you.

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat?”

You shook your head.

“Okay, we’ll just head straight to my place then.”

A few minutes later a sleek Audi pulled up. Jotaro opened the passenger door for you, and you slid in. He settled into the driver’s seat and took off. A part of you had wondered where your Professor lived. Did he live in the college town? Did he commute from outside of Monterey? There was a part of Monterey that was much wealthier than the rest, and you wondered if he was taking you there.

Jotaro was quick to turn on the heater, and you felt your body relaxing in the seat. The drive was quiet, the only sound soft jazz playing on his radio. He drove carefully, stopping properly at stop signs and never running any yellow lights. You noticed he was driving towards the freeway, and you figured he probably lived just outside the city in a nice suburb. Your mind ran wild, wondering if he lived humbly in a small apartment or condo or if he lived luxuriously in a large home.

Professors didn’t make money, right? Or were you being callous?

When you turned onto the freeway, Jotaro spoke, startling you from your reverie.

“You still doing okay?”

You nodded in affirmation, and he fell back into silence. The freeway was empty given the late hour, but he still kept on driving cautiously. You read each sign that you passed, watching everything fly by and continuing to imagine the home that you were being driven to. After about fifteen minutes of driving, you noticed he was exiting towards where the main beaches were located.

Okay, so definitely a house.

The smell of the ocean wafted through the car’s vents, and you breathed in the scent deeply. Even though it was late, the moon was shining just enough to illuminate the ocean softly. You watched in awe as the waves lapped towards the shore, the beach close enough that you could walk if you wanted to. Jotaro pulled off from the main street towards a smaller street, and you realized you were finally in his neighborhood.

“Sorry for the long drive. I wanted to make sure I was a decent distance from work.”

“This isn’t too far,” you assured him. “Plus, it’s a nice drive.”

He glanced at you from the side of his eyes as he spoke.

“It is.”

The streets were dark but his headlights lit them up. You took note of each house you drove by, your eyes getting wider with each one you passed. They all looked expensive, and you realized that Jotaro either came from money or was really good with money.

“We’re here. Let me open the gate.”

The home in front of you was quite possibly the most beautiful home you had ever seen. It was in a Cape Cod style, a neat white picket fence lining the lawn in front and leading up into the home. A small lawn sat to the right side of the home, with long, gray stairs leading up to the entrance. A small gazebo-like structure was built over the stairs right before the door, with a lamp illuminating the spot underneath. Jotaro pulled into the driveway, shutting the car off before slipping out. You followed him up the stairs, trailing behind him quietly as he unlocked the door and gestured for you to slip in.

The inside was just as beautiful. You followed him into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa. The living room had a door that led onto a patio where, not too far from it, the beach was. You sat carefully on the opposite edge of the sofa, glancing around you while Jotaro stared at you.

“Would you like a tour?”

You perked up and nodded. Chuckling, he stood and you followed him. The tour began in the dining room, where a table for twelve sat. Five vases filled with flowers sat in the middle, serving as decoration. The patio that you had seen from the living room ran alongside the dining room, and you could faintly hear the ocean in the distance. From there you went into the kitchen, a large open space with shiny appliances. You leaned against the island as he talked about the history of the house. He led you upstairs towards the bedrooms and bathrooms, showing you each individual one. The tour ended in his bedroom, a large room with a door that led right onto the sand.

“So? What do you think?”

“You have a beautiful home. How do you afford this?”

He sat at the edge of his bed.

“My parents helped me out. I also do a lot of research, so I have a pretty steady income.”

I’ll say.

Jotaro patted the spot beside him, and you nervously sat there. You glanced everywhere but at him, trying to memorize the details of his bedroom. A desk sat in the corner near the door leading outside, and it was stacked with various books on Marine Science. It seemed he worked hard at home just like he did at school.

“Hey.”

When you turned to look at him, his face was close to yours. You jumped back but he gently grabbed your waist, bringing you closer.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he spoke softly.

“I-it’s okay,” you replied.

“Why are you so nervous?”

You blinked up at him.

“Um, well you’re my professor.”

He slowly retracted his hand from your waist and looked away.

“If anything, I should be the nervous one here.”

He cleared his throat, seeming to gather himself before he turned to look at you again.

“I . . . have never slept with a student.”

You gave a slow nod.

“Okay?”

He studied you as he spoke.

“The only reason I went out to that club tonight was because I needed a drink and some noise to distract myself. Work has taken a lot out of me lately.”

“I’m guessing you don’t do that often?” you teased.

“Not at all,” he sighed. “But a coworker mentioned it was a place for a good time.”

You raised an eyebrow. Another professor said that? Maybe a TA . . .

“Anyways, what I’m trying to get at is . . .”

His hand resumed his previous position on your waist and his ocean eyes looked deep into yours.

“I am insanely attracted to you.”

“P-Profess - Jotaro,” you whispered.

“There’s something about you that’s drawn me since the beginning. You caught my eye on the first day, and your work ethic swayed me.”

He scooted closer to you.

“I think the alcohol I drank tonight has emboldened me. Normally I’m a very guarded person. I’m sure you’ve noticed that in lecture.”

“Oh, I definitely have,” you laughed.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answered his question by leaning in forward and pressing your lips against his. He tasted faintly of beer mixed with what you could only assume was his natural taste. You let out a quiet groan into his mouth, your hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become sloppy, and after a moment you both broke apart to catch your breath.

“Undress and on the bed. Now.”

You carefully slid off the bed and began removing your clothing. Jotaro watched you for a second before he began doing the same. Your eyes trailed his movements, watching as he yanked his dress shirt from his pants and swiftly began unbuttoning it. He revealed exquisite muscles, his abs rock hard and a happy trail peeking out from the top of his pants. You were slipping off your undergarments when he unzipped his pants, pulling them down his long legs and leaving him in his briefs, where his large erection strained against them.

“On the bed, lay down.”

Jotaro mirrored your movements and laid down beside you. You lay on your side as you reached for his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you kissed him your hands slid down to his hips, tucking your fingers into the waistband before pulling them down. His cock sprang out, and your eyes went wide upon seeing his immense size.

“Wow.”

He chuckled, watching you as you leaned over him. You hesitated before reaching for his cock with your right hand. It twitched as you made contact with it, and you heard Jotaro hiss under his breath. You wrapped your hand around it, mouth dropping in surprise as your hand didn’t fully wrap around it. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you began stroking him at a slow pace to start. Jotaro let out quiet groans as you kept on, and you glanced over to see his eyes shut. Smiling to yourself, you leaned over his chest and licked up a stripe along it before kissing it.

“Fuck.”

You felt his hand come up to rest on your shoulder, pulling you flush against him. Smirking, you picked up the pace, tilting your head to see the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure. Your hands moved faster but his hand shot out, preventing you from going on.

“I don’t want to finish yet. Let me take care of you instead.”

He pulled away from you, crawling off the bed. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you were suddenly yanked towards the end of the bed. Jotaro was kneeling on the floor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Put your legs together.”

You obeyed him, pressing your legs together. His large hands shot out, holding onto the back of your thighs and pressing them up towards the ceiling. It took you a moment to realize he was about to go down on you, but before you could object his mouth was on you. Your hips tried to jerk up but his grip on your thighs was so strong you were basically immobilized. Moaning out his name, your hands fumbled slightly before tangling in his hair.

“J-Jotaro,” you gasped out. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending a pleasurable shiver throughout your body. His tongue circled your clit before diving into your opening, trying to reach as deep into you as possible. Your fingers tightened around his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Mmm, baby,” he groaned against you. “Pull harder.”

The combination of the vibrations and his words barreled your orgasm closer to you. You yanked harder and his mouth worked faster against yours. Stars began to dance behind your eyes, and when his mouth closed around your clit and sucked hard you came with a cry of his name. He continued to gently lap against you as your body shook under him, hands still holding onto his hair before letting go as you melted into the sheets.

“You’re really good with your mouth,” you managed to mumble out.

Jotaro chuckled as he stood off, stroking himself to the sight of you below him. Your eyes were closed, and you felt his breath ghosting over your mouth before he kissed you.

“Can you move?”

Nodding, you cracked open one eye. He jerked his head towards the middle of the bed, and you slowly settled there. You looked up at him as he knelt on the bed, towering over you as he continued to stroke himself.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shook your head.

“No, I’m on birth control. Plus I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

He nodded, his right hand grabbing onto the back of your left thigh.

“We can stop. You just tell me the word, and I will.”

“Jotaro,” you frowned. “I want this. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

He grabbed his cock and began aligning himself with your entrance.

“You asked for it.”

You opened your mouth to give him a teasing remark but cried out instead. He was huge, and even though he had prepped you by eating you out and giving you an orgasm it still stung. His hand continued to hold onto your thigh, spreading your leg open to allow himself to fuck into you deeper. Your hand came up to hold onto it, your other hand supporting your head with each thrust.

“You’re so big,” you whined out.

Jotaro smirked and gave a hard thrust in response. You felt his balls smacking against your ass, and you realized you wanted him to fill you up until you were brimming and spilling out.

“Damn, I didn’t realize you were that perverted.”

Your eyes shot open. Shit, had you said that out loud?!

“I can do that for you, baby. You want me to breed you? Fill you up? Make you a Mommy?”

You bit your lip, feeling yourself clench around him. Fuck, maybe you were perverted.

“I’ll take your pussy’s response as a yes.”

He leaned down to grab your other leg before pushing your legs over his shoulders. The new angle had him slipping in even deeper, and you were practically screaming at this point. You were thankful his neighbors were really far apart because you were sure that a noise complaint or even the cops would be called.

“Fuck, you just got even tighter,” Jotaro panted out.

Your mind was completely blank as your second orgasm began to form deep in your core. Mouth lolling open you tried to tell him but a string of slurred words came out instead.

“Have I really fucked you that stupid?” he laughed.

You tightened around him in response, cutting his laugh off.

“Fuck, I’m about to come. You better take everything I give you.”

His words were the bullet that set your orgasm off, your voice cracking as you moaned out his name. You felt him finish inside of you, feeling warm as he filled you up with his cum. His arms were shaking as he gently let go of your legs, letting them fall back onto the bed. When he pulled out you let out a whine, feeling a little of his cum slipping out. A large finger pushed it back in, and you heard him click his tongue.

" Can’t waste it, baby.”

He laid beside you, sweating and panting. Your mind was woozy, already beginning to drift off to sleep. A part of you knew you should get up to clean yourself up but you were exhausted from the drinking, dancing, late hour, and the intense sex you had just had.

“You okay?”

You gave Jotaro a weak thumbs up, to which he chuckled.

“I would offer to run a bath but you look tired.”

You gave another thumbs up. He carefully lifted you, cradling you as he pulled the covers back and gently laid you back down. The pillows were comfy around your head, and the warmth of the blankets plus Jotaro pulling you against him lulled you to sleep. Just as you were drifting off, you heard him whisper into your hair.

“I hope you don’t think this is a one-time thing. I want to get to know more of you.”

As much as you wanted to respond you couldn’t, instead replying by curling into his side and pressing a lazy kiss against his chest. Seemingly satisfied, Jotaro kissed your head, the two of you falling into a deep sleep.

[wibbley-wobble]

Jojo is really fun because it’s a story about a generational curse from grandfather to grandson to grandson to daughter except not really because grandson(1) had a different tangentially related curse to deal with so the generational curse follows grandfather to great great grandson to daughter except that’s not the full picture so the curse actually follows grandfather to grandson(1) to grandson(2) to bastard uncle to great uncle-slash-first cousin twice removed to great great grandniece-slash-first cousin four times removed. But like previously said they don’t really count because grandson (1), bastard uncle, and great uncle slash first cousin twice removed curses are all butterfly effect problems from the original curse except maybe not grandson (1) since he helps grandson (2) with his generational curse quest. However, great uncle slash first cousin twice removed is a bit of an oddity since instead of necessarily dealing with the family curse he is the product of the family curse. This is also not accounting for when the universe gets reset.

AND they’re all named Jojo.

[snzhrchy]

It’s been a hard day’s night…

how he spends his night with you! (almost) every jjba man x gn!reader

— and I’ve been working, like a dog…

sadly, he’s not the one to be at home early or on time; this man is usually overworking himself until he tires out. Of course, he feels terribly guilty for not being near you and not spending enough time with you and he knows that crawling into bed hours after you’ve fallen asleep is not the best way to make up for their absence but he can’t help himself! The sight of you peacefully sleeping on your shared bed makes his heart melt and he tries his hardest to resist the urge to get on the bed and pull you into their chest—he tries his hardest really but usually he ends up sleeping with your head on his chest…

JOTARO, BRUNO, gyro, diego, risotto, avdol, tiziano (?), rohan, giorno, fugo, PUCCI, whammu, straizo, caesar, abbacchio, ringo, jobin, diavolo

— i should be sleeping… like a log…!

He’s the kind to retire to bed wayy too early—usually shirking his responsibilities in the process just to get a momentary rest. And do not fret, he will obviously drag you into it—whether you’re working late or simply trying to do your nightly routine, he’s urging you from the sidelines to hurry up! He feels sos lonely without you! And, when you finally do succumb to his whines and join him in bed, he’s not letting you go! His muscular hand is wrapped around your waist and his head is on your chest, positioned in such a way so that he can hear your heartbeat—that’s his favourite way to rest! And, now that he’s got you, he’s not letting go, nuh uh!

DIO, josuke4, NARANCIA, melone, doppio, johnny, joseph SOUNDMAN, ghiacco (?), kars, esidisi

— but when i get home to you, i find the things that you do… and they make me feel alright…

He’s the one to be super cuddly and involved in your personal life. Usually after work, he runs straight home but occasionally takes a detour to buy you something nice. Once he arrives home, he’s not leaving your side at all! Hands around your waist, face resting on your shoulders and his lips trying their best to kiss every single inch of exposed skin—he just can’t leave you alone! After all, he spent the entirety of his day without you! So, expect him to be trailing behind you like a desperate puppy—whether that’s inside or outside the bedroom, he’s not leaving you alone…

JOSEPH, polnareff, melone, pesci, josuke4, okayasu, mista, narancia, speedwagon, steely dan, vanilla ice, kira (hear me out), doppio, SECCO

[sf3uuf]

I've been thinking about JJBA again...

[zujime]

─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

[byakuyacoochie]

Phat Misunderstandings - Jotaro x Reader

Request: if you could do a text scenario of jotaro crushing on a chubby reader who's traveling with the crusaders becoming suddenly less and less confident despite being a super powerful stand user and crazy clever? then he finds out pol said something negative about their body. so reader is in a deep spiral of insecurity because of pols comments to the other guys. jotaro eventually asks reader what's wrong since he's never seen them so insecure and reassures reader he loves them and asks them out?

A/N: I changed it a little from the original request, I just can't see my version of polnareff genuinely saying something hurtful.