#Jotaro Kujo x male reader

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: showering with Jotaro Kujo

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 6), gender neutral reader

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

…Jotaro Kujo joining you in the shower

He leans closer to your face. The hot water falls against him, slicking his hair back and clinging to his eyelashes somehow making him even more stunning.

He catches your wrists and you feel your heart flutter. His biceps contract as he moves your wrists above your head, pinning them against the tiled wall.

Externally, he’s in control. He’s cool and composed.

Internally, he feels like he does before a stand battle. His heartbeat pounding, the rush of adrenaline, the surge of power.

Even Star Platinum’s primal urges are rumbling deep inside him

…But he keeps it at bay.

“Tell me what you want…”

He moves his hips forward, his now hard cock getting achingly close to you,

“And I’ll give it to you.”

[livingdeadmlm]

Could I request pt 4 Jotaro with a shy/quiet male s/o whos actually very affectionate 👁️👁️

The two of you are quite, very quite when around each other in public

When he first saw you he never would have guessed that you practically shivered away from conversation he was shocked but didn’t let you know that.

Over time you warmed up to him in your own small ways that he had to learn meant a lot to you

Handing him a small bunch of flowers you picked while walking, taking candid photos of him, offering him an ear bud while on a train or bus to listen to whatever music you had saved

You’d even burned a CD for your Walkman of music the two of you enjoyed

You’d buy him snacks or trinkets for him just because he mentions he liked it or you thought he would

Or when he’s stayed over you offer him practically the world on a platter

When it’s time for bed is when it really hits him how much care you put into things

He just lays completely still flustered and tries to think of ways to return the favor

If he thought figuring out was you show love were hard you were up for a challenge

It starts very small; he stands closer to you saves the seat closest to him for you, If your trying something new with your appearance he glares at anyone not looking at you with at least a smile but then that’s a whole new problem, people looking at you too sweetly

[soupbabe]

is it alright if i request hc for (rivals to lovers) jotaro × male reader?

Jotaro Kujo x Rival! Male! Reader Headcanons

Ofc!! I don't write enemies to lovers that much, but hopefully this counts 😅

- I think you and Jotaro were posed as rivals naturally; coming across the crusaders as one of Dio's minions

- The usual happens: Jotaro almost kills you, he removed the flesh bud from your forehead, and now you're apart of the team

- But the trusting process was certainly a long one

- Especially this close to finding Dio and Kakyoin in the hospital, Jotaro didn't have the time to treat you like a close companion

- Just someone who'd rat out Dio's mansion and nothing else

- And I'd like to think the feeling was mutual, you'd constantly reply to his mean spirited sarcasm with your own

- It was really interesting banter

- "When will you shut the fuck up?" "When you learn to wear socks with your shoes. You're disgusting for that."

- seriously he doesn't at all 💀

- But that was until Joseph and Avdol encouraged you both to spend more time together

- "We can't defeat Dio with you avoiding Y/n like the plague! Both of you man up and be apart of the team!"

- That sparked the saga of sharing hotel rooms and telling each other to just "shut up and go to bed"

- It really didn't change your dynamic with changed until Polnareff intervened, giving you both a room with one bed

- It's his equivalent of a get along shirt tbh

- the both of you are as stubborn as donkeys, so the argument between who gets the bed was cut down to both of you sharing

- The morning after you woke up to the adults in the group staring down the both of you, laughing

- And that's when you noticed a tanned arm secured around your waist and Jotaro's breath down your neck

- You could feel your face burning: both in embarrassment and the realization of how much you didn't mind the contact

- It only got worse when Jotaro woke up and left you missing his touch

- All day you both received comments like "I guess my methods worked too well, huh fellas?" And "I didn't know you two swung that way!"

- It created an environment that you two could bond in and tell off everyone together

- I don't think you'd ever get Jotaro to actually admit it, but he really enjoyed being that close to you

- It got him considering a different viewpoint, that maybe you two could bond more after Dio

[sk3tch404]

How do you feel about yan jojo characters using there stand to harm there darling ? Or use it to there advantage.I like to imagine some characters like jotaro, jolyne , Joseph using there stands to kidnap or threaten their darling

YES!! I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!

I really hate it, but sort of love the idea because of the power imbalance it brings. Especially if darling isnt a stand user themselves.

I'm pretty sure darling would have a mental break because how the fuck is an invisible force dragging them up by the ankle?? Gravity?? Hello? Not to mention being HURT BY IT? Yeah ur all checked out.

Using the Joestar bloodline specifically for this was diabolical, thank you.

Jotaro would be one to use Star Platinum to intimidate his darling-- as if he himself wouldn't already be enough-- but he would never use Star to hurt them. Only if it were necessary. Afterward, he'd feel obligated to treat his darling be it tending to their wounds or gifts to make it up if they deserve it. He's a pretty closed off guy, so showing remorse face-to-face is a hard thing. Younger Jotaro would have a lot more difficulty with saying sorry. He'd say things he didn't really mean, "Then don't be a pain." Okay, he kind of meant it, but that's just his default response. Jotaro would make it up in some way or another to get rid of that cold shoulder of yours.

That's only if you're ballsy enough to even let him loom over you in dead silence for more than a few seconds.

Older Jotaro using his stand to hurt his darling is reserved for worst case scenarios only as well. He has more resources and has come a long way since his teenage years. He doesn't expect for his darling to magically get comfortable around him instantly or even in several months following the revelation of his yandere tendencies. He finds that using violence to get ones way doesn't really get what people want in the end, so its useless to him. It only applies if his his darling is actively running or trying to kill him.

Something he'd do in general with Star to intimidate his darling is scare tactics. Jotaro is pretty straightforward and tells it how it is, but he isn't above telling a few lies to get you on his side. He sees no point in hurting himself or you for some brownie points, so he does the obvious. Break shit around you. Though, not in some fit or tantrum. Rather, just to showcase the control he has in each situation. It seems to be way easier to crack a table in half, leaving concern for splinters around you two, (not that he cares much), and have you willingly be smart than grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away kicking and screaming. So damn annoying. It'd stress him out, and again, he hates screaming.

Jotaro would 100% use the help of Star to kidnap his darling. He utilizes Star well and gets the job DONE. Not to mention having the Speedwagon Foundation backing him up as well.

Old Joseph would use Hermit Purple occasionally. Assuming he had a falling out with Suzie, he wants to appear as best as he can for his darling. He'd be a gentleman. Well, as gentlemanly as an eccentric elder who's main focus is breaking and talking to screens can get. Joseph wouldn't use Hermit Purple to teach his darling a lesson or scare them at all. The only times he'd feel inclined to whip his stand out is to restrain his darling if they decide to attempt escaping, or to... do what old people do. Yeah.... But anyway, those are the only two most likely scenarios that come to mind if he were to ever use ol' H.P on his darling. Joseph would rather focus on wooing and winning over his darling rather than forcing them into submission all the time.

I do want to be like, "He would put pedal to the metal," or, "A little elbow grease does the trick," but honestly, that belongs to Young Joseph. Same guy basically, just more unhinged and less wise. Young Joseph would intentionally push his darling, but would suffer the unintentional consequences. He just wants some luv 💔 "Oh no! I made my darling cry because I kept dragging them away from the people they love and continuously pushed their boundaries! I tried to do everything right, how could this happen?" WHY ARE YOU DENSE SIR. GEEZ LA WHEEZ.

Jolyne would use Stone Free to mess with the stuff in her darling's life so they come running to her instead of scaring them into submission. She's a romantic at heart, but her darling doesn't make it easier by pushing her away. In the usual prison setting, she'd whisk away your stuff so you have to come asking if she has any commissary to spare. Other times, she's petty enough to mess with others in front of you if she feels threatened by them. Although, she'd either make sure to be low-key about it, or brush it off if you really have an issue with it, "So what? It's not like they're our friend right? This ain't a daycare or whatever. And besides, its not even a big deal. Don't worry about it." Gets sort of defensive, but always backs her "claims" up in some way. A bit foolish, but quick thinking.

She tries to tone it down usually due to there being potential hundreds of stand users that could get back at her for something stupid she did. If her darling ever caught on to her antics, (probably because the crazy shit always gotta happen around her), she'd deny it HARDCORE at first, but would feel bad eventually and confess because what's a relationship without communication and trust? She'd never want to lie and snowball that into something she can't control anymore. Jolyne might get emotional, but her drive outweighs the doubt in her. She'd make it up to you in any way she can, and with her friends, she can make prison life a whole lot easier or harder. Darling's choice.

[lemonmaid]

*kicks feet and giggles*

A little bit short, but i enjoyed this! I love writing pups and found families tbh, also Tumblr is being werid with the asks

Warnings: OOC? Omegaverse, vomit, mpreg, two readers? Small angst for Jotaro's part, Fluff, babies/pups.

"Ugh JoJo! Can you hand me a burp rag?" (Name) cringed at the feeling of his pup's vomit running down his back.

(Name) looked into Holy's eyes, "you're a mess" (Name) sighs. Looking at the door and not hearing a sound, "JOSEPH".

The sound of pots and pans dropping and the running up the stairs was all the confirmation (Name) needed.

"Yes dear?" Sweat dropped from Joseph's face.

(Name) glared at Joseph, "can you take her so I can shower please?".

"Can I join?"

"No".

Joseph pouted, but taking Holy into his arms. "Do you need help".

(Name) grumbled, "I needed help two minutes ago". (Name) was utterly exhausted, Holy was only two weeks old and he felt himself age every night with her crying, it doesn't help that Jospeh is a heavy sleeper.

Joseph watched his mate excuse himself into the bathroom, looking down at his small pup Joseph felt a twinge of cuteness aggression, "GAH! You look so much like you're auntie!! Yes you do!! My precious Holy!!".

As he scented Holy, giving her the most love and care, (Name) was stepping out of the bathroom, wincing at the over use of Joseph's scent. "Hon, you're killing me over here".

Joseph looked up, "Grandmother told me that pups need to be scented 24/7! It demonstrates love and affection! That's why my father was so good at showing affection to Lisa Lisa!".

(Name) sighed but smiled fondly at the two bonding. He was lucky to have a mate who was willing to bond with their own pup so much.

"You're changing her next nappy".

"Shit!"

"Language!"

Next one is just Jotaro x Reader, doesn't have to connect to the last one.

"How long will you be gone for?"

Jotaro sighed, "I don't know. But if you can stay here and comfort mom and grandpa".

(Name) rubbed Jolyne's back, "we are supposed to be scenting her for 8 hours on and off to bond with her Jotaro". The two have struggled with fertility over the span of their relationship, well (Name) did, Jotaro was there in need for support him, but since they've had Jolyne, Jotaro kept his distanced.

Jotaro hummed, "this is a family emergency, I'm sure she'll be fine".

(Name) bite his lip, Jolyne wasn't his, biologically, but he loved her like the pup he could never have. "What if-".

"No more what if's, just do" jotaro sighed kissing the top of (Name)'s forehead.

"I'll be back, I promise. I'm just going to find this mysterious pup that old man sired".

(Name) watched Jotaro leave, again. The two have been having.... problems... mostly communication on both ends, well, Jotaro has never been the best to communicate with.

A small whine came from Jolyne as the small pup couldn't sense her sire's presence. "Hush little one". (Name) rocked Jolyne, taking her up the stairs into his nest, resting with her.

"I won't abandon you". (Name) cried.

A few weeks went by, (Name) has only gotten one phone call from Jotaro, asking him to drop off Jospeh at the airport.

"GiGi, this way please" (Name) strapped Jolyne to his chest while grabbing the old man's luggage.

'It feels like I'm taking care of two children'

"Where are we going again?".

"Your grandson needs your help in Japan, sir. Thank goodness the Speed Wagon foundation is helping us again".

As they arrive to the private jet, a worker pulled (Name) aside holding out a phone. "It's for you sir".

Jolyne whined at the sound of the plane's engine running, (Name) tried to hush the pup down, "Hello?".

"(Name).."

"Jotaro! It's been weeks-"

"I know- am- today-". The phone call kept breaking up, the loud engine and Joyne's cries was too much.

"I- love you-".

The line went dead.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Request Page

Fandoms:

Tgcf

Obey me

Genshin Impact

Creepypasta

Black Butler

Jujutsu Kaisen

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Random things?

Submission talking

I Will Write:

Stories

Oneshots

Head-canons

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Most kinks

A bunch of shit, you're better off chancing what you wanna ask

What I Won't Write:

Incest

Rape

Age gap

Adult x child

Unobstructed ideas that aren't in the fandoms I'm into

To be continued cuz I'm brain dead

!DON'T BE UPSET IF I DENY YOUR REQUEST!

!It may take time for me to answer the request!

[itsamedebression]

POV: Him (your fave male character), picks up your teeny tiny frame, but then he breathes too hard and you're accidentally sent billowing across the room and your small spindly limbs violently smash and twist in sixty different ways, leaving you softly whimpering in unimaginable agony so then he has to spoonfeed you back to health, but using a pinpoint carved into the shape of a spoon via lasers, because normal ones are just too big and you're hoisted up onto the fireplace with duct tape because you're too short for the bed, uWu.

[hangeslefteye]

İ made the biblically accurate Yandere D: İt's scary and loving but still very much in Jotaro's character.

[amekikai]

Hi can I pls request a JJBA matchup? I’m 19 years old, transmasc (he/they) and bisexual. I’m British and part Jamaican. I have hip length black wavy/curly hair, brown eyes, pale skin and freckles. I’m 5’3 and have a petite hourglass frame. The first thing people usually notice about me is my long hair, but also my alternative/gothic clothing style. I have autism and BPD and often have difficulties regulating my emotions but I have many comforts such as music and art to help me out. I love 70s and 80s music, anime, manga, cartoons, history and art! I want to be an archaeologist in the future and I’m going to start studying archaeology soon. At first I’m quite socially awkward but once you get to know me I can be pretty loud and eccentric. In friend groups I’m always the chaotic mom / older sibling friend. In a relationship I can be a little too protective of my partner but aside from that I’m very loving and always try my best to make sure I don’t accidentally overstep any boundaries. I love giving gifts to people I care about and I really do try my best to be a good person even though I get bullied a lot. I work for charity and spend a lot of my time helping those who are less fortunate than me. Thanks very much! :)

I match you with...

Jotaro Kujo!

(For context: You met a few years after the events of SDC, he had turned 19 before you met.)

- I feel like you two go well together. You just match.

- since he's always getting into fights, you being caring is something he appreciates and he will smile (even just slightly) when you are kind to him.

- Listens to you when you talk about your interests, he is very intrigued and he adores the way you dress, he thinks it's really cool.

- Will share headphones with you and I think he'd look at art/watch anime with you but he wouldn't talk to much since he doesn't really know how to talk about things like that.

- Appreciates every gift you give him and keeps every single one safe.

- He will deal with the people who bully you. By that I mean she beats the shit out of them.

- Absolutely LOVES the fact you help people in need. It fills him with pride.

- I headcanon him as autistic so he's glad he found you, somebody who can somewhat understand what he goes through.

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: being a TA for Dr. Jotaro Kujo

characters: Jotaro Kujo (Part 4), gender neutral reader, mention of Dio Brando

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

…being a TA to Dr. Kujo.

Tension had been rising between you two until finally one day you gave in.

He’d have you weeping for his cock before he even undressed. His dick would be twitching and throbbing in his pants just watching how eager you were.

You’d be bent over his desk in his office, shivering in anticipation as you heard him undoing his pants

His fingers would work you open until you were moaning and begging for more

And then he’d push in

He wouldn’t even move yet as he told you how he never expected you to be this easy and wonder if you had tried this with the other professors.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Professor Brando. You have no business being over in the law wing yet you always make a point to pass his office…Why is that?”

And he’d start fucking you hard in jealousy.

You’d stutter and choke on your words wanting to explain yourself but the force of fully taking Dr. Kujo’s cock would render you tongue tied.

“It’s just — ah! It’s just a cr-crush! I - I swear.”

He’d wrap his big calloused hand in your hair and pull you up so your back was flat against his hard muscled torso while his other arm wrapped right under your chest.

His thrusts powerful, he’d grunt into your ear,

“Oh? Am I just a crush, too? Do you fuck every professor you have a little crush on? Or perhaps you thought I’d be easy? Poor divorced Dr. Kujo…he’s over 40 and looks so lonely. I’m sure he isn’t getting laid…”

And then he’d chuckle darkly, his hot breath still against your ear. Your stomach would drop and you’d somehow blush at his laugh, even though his cock was pushing so deep inside you over and over again.

“Well?”

He’d drop his hand that had been holding you under your chest to between your legs and rub your sex.

“Do I seem out of practice to you?”

[hanna-cookie]

I. HAVE. AN. IDEA. (cod mw2 guys x jotaro! Male Reader)

HEAR ME OUT.....WHAT ABOUT MALE READER JOTARO??? (You guys can change his age to whatever you want or change his age like in the anime)

OMFG I'M SO CURIOUS RN WHAT WOULD THEY ALL REACT TO MALE READER JOTARO 😫 ESPECIALLY LOS VAQUEROS😳...

[yoshhii]

SFW ALPHABET — kujo jotaro

Attention. how much attention do they want in the relationship?

jotaro doesn’t really care for attention. yes your attention will always be special to him but he doesn’t need it.

Babies. do they want a family? why or why not?

no he would not. it would get in the way of work and he wouldn’t want the babie’s life to be in danger, due to being in the joestar bloodline.

Cuddling. do they like to cuddle and show affection? if so how?

jotaro is not an affectionate guy so not really. if you where to cuddle he’d lay on his back while having you lay on top of him. you might get an arm around your waist or a kiss on the forehead, but that’s every once in a while.

Dates. what are dates with them like? what do they like to do?

you probably guessed it, but he’d take you to an aquarium. he likes it when you walk side by side while he tells you all about the marine animals, telling you where they come from, what kind of species they are, etc. if you wanted to pick the place instead he’s okay with it.

Equal. do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

he prefers to be the dominant one in the relationship. although if you prefer the same he wouldn’t mind a little challenge.

Fights. how do they handle arguments?

arguments with jotaro are very rare due to his blunt and calm personality, so you guys normally talk it out. but if one where to happen he’d be silent the whole time and listen to your rant. he’d either give you a blank stare and walk away until you cool down, or tell you that you’re stressed and need to take a break on whatever you’re doing.

Gratitude. how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

jotaro is very grateful to have you. he is aware of every little thing you do for him and he greatly appreciates it. he’ll never tell you that though.

Honesty. are they honest with their s/o? how important is it to them in a relationship?

he is very honest with everything unless it’s about his work. honesty is a key to maintaining a healthy relationship, so it’s very important to him. if there is something you’re not comfortable sharing he understands and won’t force you to say anything.

Insight. how easy is it for them to read their partner? (mood, thoughts, etc.)

it’s very easy for him, he reads you like a book. he knows you well and can tell if something is off just by the sound of your voice. it’s like he knows you better than yourself. it can be a little terrifying but rather impressive.

Jealousy. do they get jealous? if so, how easily? how do they deal with it?

jotaro does not get jealous, like at all. you’re a person too so you should be able to talk and hang out with whoever you want. just stay out of trouble.

Kiss. what are their kisses like? who kissed who first?

his kisses are very short but sweet. he gives you little pecks on the lips and some on your forehead. you would be the one who kissed him first.

Love. who said "i love you" first? how often do they say it?

like before, you would be the one to say it first. jotaro prefers to say it during special moments since he’s not the type to show affection. he doesn’t say i love you a lot but his actions reassure you that he does.

Marriage. do they want to get married? how long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand?

this could be a 50/50, it depends on what’s happening. since he is a joestar enemy stand users are bound to attack him and he doesn’t want to put you in that loop. so maybe not and you continue just being partners, or he decides that the enemies have lessened and proposes. in order for you guys to get married you need to be together for at least 4 years. if he’s going to marry someone he needs to find the right one and make sure he can fully trust them.

Nickname. what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

he does not give you any nicknames sadly :( the most you’re going to get is ‘brat’. he does find it annoying when you call him something but not to the point where it angers him.

Open. how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

it takes jotaro a very long time to trust someone. so for him to open up to you means your are incredibly important (you are). it will take him around a year to finally say some things about himself. he will slowly reveal more of his interests and such as the years go by.

PDA. how do they feel about public displays of affection? what kind of PDA do they show?

no and none.

Quality time. what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

quality time is rare for both of you. so during moments like these you try to make the most out of them. he would take you to the beach, not just because he loves the marine life, but rather because it’s a calming place where you both can be alone. even if he doesn’t speak, it’s nice to be in each other’s presence enjoying a comfortable silence.

Reunion. how do they react after being apart from their s/o? how do they cope when they're away?

jotaro being away from you isn’t rare. he’s always doing something being caught up in work. to say the least, he doesn’t really react much. he knows you are strong and can take care of yourself so he doesn’t need to worry.

Sad. how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? how do they like to be cheered up?

he’s kind of awkward when it comes to situations like this, so he’ll try to do things that will make you feel better. for example, make you your favorite meal, put on your favorite show for you and give you blankets, and if you have a stand he’ll let star platinum try to make you laugh. as for him…you’ll never see him cry.

Thrill. do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

jotaro believes that there’s no need to try anything new, since your relationship is already good. if you do end up wanting something different he’s willing to listen and comply.

Understanding. how well do they know their partner?

like i said before he basically knows you more than yourself.

Value. how important is the relationship to them?

jotaro isn’t really one for dating but the fact that you guys are together says a lot. this relationship is extremely important to him. he almost values it as much as he values his work, he’d do anything to keep you as his.

Wild card. a random relationship headcannon.

would buy matching dolphin plushies for both of you.

Explicit. an NSFW headcannon.

not doing this one

Your name. if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

you would take his last name.

Zz. how do they like to sleep with their partner?

it’s similar to when you cuddle, he lays on his back while you’re curled up next to him, though he doesn’t mind what you do. on rare occasions you might get a kiss to the forehead before he drifts into sleep.

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)

Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.

What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.

Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.

But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.

And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.

He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.

You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.

“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.

Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair. 

The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.

He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth. 

You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.

His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly. 

“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.

Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.

The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit. 

He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body. 

It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.

He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.

His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs. 

It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips. 

He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers. 

His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more. 

It has no use stopping now. 

Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust. 

He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand. 

He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him. 

His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.

Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.

He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face. 

His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours. 

Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips. 

He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you. 

A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs. 

He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.

A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done. 

His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand. 

Bruno Bucciaratti

It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before. 

Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.

You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job. 

It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that. 

He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face. 

And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait. 

His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette. 

Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body. 

He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself. 

When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed. 

He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.

The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts. 

Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy. 

The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable. 

“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you. 

He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.

You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.

You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid. 

You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze. 

He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers. 

The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot. 

Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.

“Sorry did I-“

“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.

The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever. 

He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway. 

Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.

A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind. 

His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him. 

He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead. 

He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock. 

The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.

He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.

Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head. 

He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist. 

A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.

His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic. 

Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you. 

Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white. 

His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.

This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table. 

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?

It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually. 

Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination. 

You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.

It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.

Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.

Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.

You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away. 

Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks. 

His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock. 

What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night. 

You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.  

Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever. 

But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light. 

Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him. 

He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch. 

What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan. 

His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face. 

He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit. 

Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy. 

He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself. 

He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.

He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.

He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high. 

Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show. 

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.

He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does. 

You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.

You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.

Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. 

Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours. 

“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so. 

Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent. 

“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat. 

He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t. 

The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day. 

He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.

Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest. 

Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.

It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers. 

Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.

Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock. 

His mind is somewhere entirely else. 

He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice. 

He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length. 

Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.

“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.

He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock. 

“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.

He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand. 

He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.

A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.

“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”

He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white. 

He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.

Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made. 

Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now. 

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.

It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress. 

And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?

You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.

After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.

And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.  

He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself. 

Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again. 

It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.

He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly. 

The little insect reels through the air, heading for you. 

You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.

It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.

You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.

And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again. 

He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun. 

Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening. 

This is harmless. This is okay. 

But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts. 

He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.

Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.

His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds. 

His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.

Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock. 

His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.

His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier. 

He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers. 

Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.

He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you. 

He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied. 

Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you. 

With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.

He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.

Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand. 

Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things. 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[sl33paholics]

Hello, You really surprised me with how detailed you wrote about this fandom. This is something really wow.You are the third person I found on this Tumblr. If requests are still open, can I request about Jotaro, Polnareff and Josuke With a fem s/o reader who is very sexy but innocent and cute (like Bimbo) only she doesn't realize that many people like her. Please~ a little bit nsfw maybe ( It's up to you )

Love love from me to you

Keep Your Eyes In A Different Direction

The JoJos x bimbo!fem!reader

Characters include: Jotaro (p3), Polnareff (p3), and Josuke (p4)

Warning(s): slight nsfw (mentions of female body partz)

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes, Josuke wonders how he ever bagged you.

I mean, look at you! Such a beautiful body, such a perfect ass. And those cheekbones…as if you were birthed to be the next top super-model in history. Those legs, though, are probably the most sinful things he's ever seen. And your skin…whenever touching it, it's smooth like silk.

It's difficult. It's difficult for Josuke to control the looming perverted eyes of his fellow male classmates at school and those drunk old-heads whenever you two are hanging out after school. It's hard not to think about what would happen if he could get you alone somewhere and take off all that gorgeous clothing. If he could lick the gloss from your lips and feel the softness of your skin beneath him. If he could kiss every inch of your body and feel every one of yours shudder with pleasure under his hands.

Josuke knows you have a reputation at school, just like him, so many admirers wanting to be your boyfriend or some other crazy shit like that. You're popular, and that makes you even more desirable. Even more of an object of desire. And yet, they couldn't. They boys know you two are together. A couple. Officially. But still, they can never bring themselves to do anything but stare at you while you walk across campus.

You're such a fucking tease. How dare you smile at every boy who looks at you in such a way? How could you possibly engage in conversation with boys whose obviously making moves on you and mistake it for a friendly interaction, only for Josuke to grab you by the wrist and pull you away. The worst part is that you don't see anything wrong with what the boys are constantly gawking and staring at you like a zoo animal, if he had the balls to do it, he would make-out in front of them to get his message across.

Although you may be a bit on the ditzy side, he still adores you. Josuke would do literally anything for you. Anything at all. Including getting caught up in some dumbass drama with the guys at school, trying to prove they won't get their hands on you, just so Josuke can get your attention.

Jotaro Kujo

You're his EVERYTHING.

After that long journey from Egypt, the man became a whole new person. As if he wasn't already before after being released from jail.

He needs your undivided attention all the time. Jotaro would never show any weakness in front of you or anybody for that matter, but for him to just squeeze you in an embrace when nobody was looking is something very intimate. Jotaro's just not like that with everyone else who can't handle your touch, but with you, he has nothing to hide. And it is so precious to see him open up, tell you everything about himself and everything. It's as if he's been holding it back since the start.

Jotaro wants to squeeze your big ole thighs every time he hugs you. He wants to bury his face in your neck and sighs happily into it. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek lovingly while his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. Jotaro looks at you with a gaze as soft as the clouds. Hence, when returning to school, Jotaro has been more snappy than ever. Don't get it twisted. No one has DARED to ever approach you once it became known to everyone in the building that you and Jotaro were dating before sudden unfortunate events that had him away for days. He noticed that the boys suddenly got an ego boost. Everyone just assumed that the two of you "broke up" now those simps were getting all lovey dovey towards you.

Instead of telling them off, Jotaro was dumbfounded and reasonably upset when you would engage back with the boys with a teasing tone, a tone that you probably didn't know that was feeding into their egos. All it took for Jotaro was to stand behind you and look down at those boys with murderous intent before they would run off, scuttling like frightened rats.

Jotaro isn't too fond of showing PDA but he would definitely squeeze your ass to get how he's feeling about you to anyone point blank clear as day, and to remind you of your place when it comes to him.

It's no secret that Jotaro has a hard time expressing himself. With someone like yourself, you can easily understand that. You both have different personalities, so you might find yourself constantly struggling to make sense of what Jotaro wants. Jotaro's a complex guy, but he loves you anyway. Someone as pure and gorgeous like yourself, he's always going to protect you like his life depends on it.

Jean Pierre-Polnareff

The connection between you two is strong.

Considering the traumatic 50 day trip he had to endure, getting revenge on his sister, and being able to survive, you were like a new breath of fresh air that man even needed.

Both of you are romantic. Sexy. Outstandingly outgoing. As if it was fate that pulled you two together for you guys to meet in his home-country and begin a new relationship.

However, Jean noticed how much in the country of love, you weren't safe. No, there were just too many...unhinged men gawking at you whenever you guys went out. You would always enage back, because why not? You wouldn't want to look rude when someone is talking to you.

This irked Jean too much. Is this what it felt like to be jealous? To have people constantly hit on you? To ignore the fact that your partner is literally RIGHT THERE and still had the nerve to talk crazy? Oh, his poor heart and soul didn't like this venom feeling. Always expect Jean to make a whole scene just to embarass the guy and show him how annoying he really is and disturbing your evening with your precious boyfriend. He'd be talking about it all the way until the two of you get home.

Being intimate behind closed doors or in public doesn't concern this bubbly French man one bit! Jean loves to show you off to anyone and everyone in his presence, but he's very proud that he is the only person who gets to see you as you truly are: a caring, compassionate, beautiful woman. And yes, he'll do that again and again, just for the sake of showing that he loves you.

From the way he'll dress you up all nicely just to slowly and gently ruin you. How you can never tell what is going on in Jean's mind and how hard he works in every aspect of life just to prove to you that he will never treat you badly. That everything will turn out alright, because he is yours forever.

And those kisses that he's so desperate to give, Jean keeps asking you to give him so that he could feel better. Like they're some sort of therapy for his soul or something. The way the two of you would kiss for hours, with nothing else in between. How long it took for you both to calm down from the intensity of the passion and how his lips would always be covered in a layer of lipstick. It was adorable how embarrassed you are by these things. But also very sexy the way both of your stomachs would flutter with butterflies no matter how long the relationship lasted.

[the-princess-of-bimbos]

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜?....

Jean- Pierre Polnareff x gn! Chubby reader

🎀 This is my first gn reader fic and I tried my best so if this doesn't meet your expectations for gn persons please let me know 🎀

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All your life people avoided you. You didn't know why though, it's not like you're a bad person. Quite the opposite actually. Your room was decorated in the prettiest pinks of pink, plushies decorated your bed, etc, etc.

But continuing on... The group consisting of Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Kakyoin Noriaki, Muhammad Avdol, Iggy and Jean Pierre Polnareff.

You've noticed that one of his heart earrings fell on the sandy ground.

You've had a keen eye for this guy ever since you saw him and his group walking around the town in Egypt. The group was sitting down relaxing at a table.

'Okay okay okay what do I do?! I really don't want to like walk up there and just be like"Hey there random hot guy, I've been watching you out my window and I seen that your earring had fell on the ground haha." Y/n mocked themselves.

They finally mustered up the courage to walk up to the wacky man after a couple of self pep talks and some relaxing breathing.

You speed walked to them while your free hand was gripping on the bottom of your shorts. You were behind Polnareff and suddenly you saw that everyone at the table tensed up.

"Excuse me." Your presence was chilling as your finger poked at Polnareff's shoulder. His body tensed up. He quickly swallowed the last of his drink as he slowly turned around.

"Silver Chariot!" He shouted as he quickly stood up a couple feet in front of you. 'What the fuck was that?' you thought to yourself. "Are you an enemy stand user?" The silver haired male asked you.

"Um n-no I just seen you walking around and you dropped your earring." You slightly whisper the last part, holding out your palms.

Polnareff awkwardly walked up to you with embarrassment on his face. "Hey sorry about that. I've had quite the week." He said as he scratches the back of his neck.

Loud riffs of laughter could be heard behind Polnareff as his mouth was open.

"Oh I know." You respond , giving his belongings back. "Hey, if your free anytime, I was wondering if you could... Um nevermind." You stutter. Polnareff stared at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Wait lemme guess... You want to go on a date with the one and only great and powerful Jean Pierre Polnareff!" He proudly exclaimed with his muscles flexed.

Polnareff cooed at your pure adorableness. Quickly letting it fade as he covered your body away from his crew. Looking back he yelled: "My partner is way too cute for you guys to look at! Please advert your eyes away from them!" His big muscled arms covered your soft frame with slight tightness.

"Yare yare Polnareff. I promise you, we're not even gonna interact with them if that's what you want." Kakyoin chirped. Everyone hummed and agreed.

"So, let's meet up together at that fancy lookin' restaurant overrrrrr... There!" He hesitantly but quickly pointed to a nice looking restaurant at the corner.

“Okay give me the time and I’ll be there!” You winked at him. He sheepishly looked away with a red tint on his face. Of course you didn’t look at his expression because you had quickly turned to run away to get ready for your little “date”

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[I hope you'll love me one day]. Jotaro Kujo.

synopsis: Having a crush on someone like Jotaro was dangerous. But not because of him. It was the girls who hung around him like buzzards who would make your life hell, when all you wanted was to be loved by your friend.

warnings: bullying, violence, suicidal thoughts, angst, some comfort, jotaro being jotaro near the beginning.

Au: None Pairing(s): Jotaro Kujo x Reader Based off: Some personal experiences of mine (explain more in a/n).

A/n: I wrote this based off some experiences from Highschool of mine, I used to be bullied and I know how it felt to think no one had my back.. I wrote this as a comfort fic for myself mostly, but I know there's others who dealt with this as well. I just want you all to know that you are loved. Someone out there loves you, and if you don't think it then I'll be that person. I hope that you never feel alone again and know that you can turn to me if you ever feel down.

Heres my Kofi if ya wanna support my work! Enjoy the fanfic!

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‘There he goes…’

You sigh watching the item of your affection walking past you with his unwanted entourage.

Who was this male you may ask? 

Well…

His name is Jotaro Kujo, he was the most popular boy in the school, against his will though. He was strong, known for beating up anyone who dared looked at him the wrong way.

You, were Y/n L/n, school outcast basically. You only had two friend to call your own and one was this weird ghost thing that followed you around. You called it piper, it was a pretty ghost like humanoid surrounded by music notes. It was a pale pink color and had no facial features besides a nose and mouth.

You were used to being alone, even when you went home you were alone. So to see someone like Jotaro who had people surround him effortlessly, you couldn't help but like him.

You had several classes with the male and he always peeked your interest, from the day he started back coming to school after being gone for 50 days. You saw something in him that none of the other girls saw.

And that was a normal human being.

"Oi! Y/n!"

You looked up from your spot to see Noriyaki Kakyoin coming towards you. He was one of the popular kids too, he was skilled at the arts and he was practically best friend with Jotaro.

You and him weren't best friends, but you consider Nori close enough to trust.

"Hi Nori! You need something?" You asked as your eyes wandered by over to Jotaro.

Kakyoin followed your eyes and a smirk landed on his features, one that you saw too often.

"Y/n….you already know what I'm about to say.."

"Nope. Nope. You can't make me!"

Kakyoin sighed as he sat beside you. "Come on, the two of you are practically alike! You both like peace and quiet, you both like to stay to yourself" Kakyoin was always trying to get you to admit that you liked Jotaro.

You had attempted to tell him before but that was right before he left for 50 days. When he came back, you could tell that something in him had changed. Kakyoin told you it was him being more sheltered from nearly losing some of his closest friends and family.

You chalked it up to him simply not wanting you around. Hell, you assumed he roped you in with the other girls he found annoying.

Kakyoin would try and keep your hopes up but you didn’t want to risk your feelings being hurt.

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It was white day. The day where people confessed to their crushes and gave things to the ones that they loved the most.

Your goal was to give Jotaro the sweets you’d worked so long on.

With help from Kakyoin and his mom, you managed to make several different sweets all in the shapes of marine animals since you heard about the stoic males love for marine life.

You made sure to decorate it in stars and made it a pretty black and purple box. “You know, The colors remind me a bit of Star Platinum.” You mumble to yourself and Kakyoin only chuckles at you.

Kakyoin had to basically force you to talk to Jotaro so you can get to know him better, he wanted you to be able to trust Jotaro and not see him as the big hulking brute. 

The three of you bonded over being the only stands users, a fact that you guys made sure of. Kakyoin remembers the relief that washed over your face when he and Jotaro showed you their stands, it reminded you that you weren’t alone…and only solidified your crush on Jotaro even more.

“It does. Now, are you actually gonna give it to him?” Kak teases nudging you as the two of you walk to your classes. You looked down at the box in your hand before thinking about it for a second. “If i can get him alone, I will.” “You know well that we are always on the roof for lunch…You can do it then.” 

You sighed as You arrived at your classroom, looking at Kakyoin, he gives you a mini salute and heirophant green gives you a little thumbs up. (Your Stand Name) echoes the same emotion that you have before you entered the classroom.

You had to make it past this class period and to lunch. 

That all you had to do, seems simple enough right?

“Oh here comes the weirdo~!”

Wrong.

There was a group of three girls that made your life a living hell.

Tsubaki, Neji and Kakura.

They basically were the heads of the weird little group that follows Jotaro around all the time. And because you were a girl, that was close to Jotaro they made your life a living hell. The only other girl they tried to mess with was Evan, but she graduated and always told them off. Evan was kind of your protector and then she had the nerve to graduate.

So now you had to deal with them yourself.

When you walked into class you managed to make it to your seat but as soon as you sat down, the box you worked so hard on was quickly snatched by tsubaki.

The chemically dyed blonde held it in her hand before smirking down at you. “Aww the little weirdo has a crush? Who in the hell would like your ass at this school??”

You stood up to get it back but was forced back into your seat by Neji and Kakura. 

"Wait…Is this for Kujo-San?"

"Ooo~ I think it is!"

"What makes you think Kujo-San would actually like this?"

She asked snarkily and you didn't want to answer it, but you started getting scared once you saw him walk into the classroom.

Tsubaki got this awful smirk on her face before standing up. "I'll go ask him myself~" You struggled to get up out of your seat but Neji and Kakura forced to down.

Neji getting out a switch blade before pressing it against your side.

"Move if you wanna bitch." She muttered.

You watched helplessly as Tsubaki walked up to Jotaro.

"Hiii Jojo~! Happy White Day!" She said handing the box to him. "I made this all by myself just for you, because you deserve the best~"

Jotaro raised an eyebrow before walking straight past her. He went to sit in his seat. Which was in the back row 5 seats across from you. You were surprised he even showed up today, you knew he despised this holiday so you wondered why he came.

Tsubaki stomped her foot and walked right back up to him, "Um, Jojo didn't you hear me? I made you a white day gift!" She reiterates, a bit louder this time making the male sigh.

"Yare Yare, if I ignored you then there's your fucking answer." He said coldly and Tsubaki, pouted.

"Well! Since you hated it so much, it's actually from the weirdo over there! Yea! Creepy Y/n made it! I think she's been stalking you because she mad-"

Jotaro cuts her off with a hand raise, You could feel his eyes move over to you. You froze as your eyes looked to where he was, you could see a slight dust of pink glide across his features. And as quick as it came it was gone.

"Didn't I say I don't fucking care? Get away from me." He then goes to a book he brought with him.

Tsubaki angrily looks back at you before walking back over with your box."That was all your fucking fault weirdo!" She yelled before sitting in her seat.

You sighed in relief as her two lackeys went to sit down too, leaving your box bon your desk.

You glanced back over to Jotaro only to lock eyes only to lock eyes with him.

You gave an embarrassed wave and he only gave a tilt of his hat.

That could've went way worst.

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Oh but it got worse.

After class you went to the bathroom, you wanted to make sure you looked presentable when you officially confessed to Jotaro. When you left the bathroom you went to the stairwell to get to the roof you bumped into the three stooges.

Tsubaki rolled her eyes as she walked over to you.

“Do you really think Kujo-san is gonna like you? He doesn’t like any fucking body.” She starts off rudely and you just try to ignore her, but that seemed like the wrong thing to do.

Tsubaki pulls you back by your shirt and forces you to the ground with a harsh thud. You cry out in pain as your back hits the hard. Tsubaki then reels back her foot and kicks you in the side.

“Don’t you dare turn your fucking back on me bitch!”

You curled up in a ball as her crew comes together to start kicking you, all of them yelling obscenities at you.

“Fucking Bitch!”

“Jojo will never love you!”

“Fucking weirdo!!” “Just Kill yourself already!!”

Your eyes widened at that last statement as tears started to fill your eyes. All you wanted was Jotaro to care about you. Yea he may seem standoffish, mean and rude. But you knew deep down that he was loving and cared about his friends. 

All you wanted was for him to recognize you as more than a friend. Not just the weird girl who he has to save from his posse of girls every other fucking day.

You felt useless, you couldn’t even get the energy to summon your stand as you were so weak. It hurt your heart and you just wanted to cry more.

Eventually you broke out into sobs as they continued their assault on you, Kicking and punching you.

Neji landed a particularly hard kick to the back of your head causing you to scream out in pain.

Tsubaki laughed at your suffering “That’s what you fucking get for messing with whats mine!!” She screamed at you. 

And as a final blow of disrespect, she opened the box of candy you spelt time lovingly making for Jotaro and dumped it out over you. She then threw the box at your head while she was laughing. 

“Come on girls..I’m tired of looking at this disgusting thing.”

You hear the three of them leaving but you don’t have the energy to get up and go after them.

“Kill yourself~! You’re fucking useless Y/n. Face it. He’ll never like you.”

Your entire body hurts. You feel weak, and you feel numb. You took a few hits to the head and could feel yourself going in and out of consciousness.

You didn’t want to go out like this..but with how you feel right now.

You really wanted to.

You should’ve known better than to have feelings for Jotaro, because you didn’t have to be worried about getting your feelings hurt by him.

You had to worry about getting hurt by his fangirls.

“Y/n?..”

Your eyes start getting heavy as you see a pair of shoes coming towards you.

“Y/n! Oh my God! Jotaro get over here quickly! She’s hurt!”

It was Kakyoin and Jotaro. You thought they were already up on the roof, you weren’t expecting them to come later. You wished that they were on the roof. That way if you were severely hurt from your injuries, you would die by yourself, and not in the arms of your friends.

Your feel your body get lifted off the floor and held close to a warm body. You used the remaining part of your strength to look up, locking eyes with a…worried Jotaro?

You couldn’t even question it as you felt yourself slipping to darkness, the last thing you heard was him cursing under his breath and the sound of him running.

“Fuck..Fuck. Please don’t fucking die on me…”

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You open your eyes to darkness, looking around to see where you were.

‘Am I dreaming?’

You look down at your hands and see that you’re still in your school uniform. When you look back up you see Jotaro standing across from you with his back turned to you.

You give a weak smile before running over. “Jojo! Hey! Jotaro!” You place a hand on his back before seeing him snatch away from you. He turns to face you with a disgusted look on his face.

“Why the fuck are you touching me?”

You bring your hand with a confused look. “H-huh?..”

“Don’t you fucking huh me. Get the fuck away from me!”

He moves to walk away but you grab his arm. “Wait! Jojo we’re friends remember? Why are you acting like this??” You were on the verge of tears. You were confused you didn’t know where you were and now your friend didn’t want anything to do with you.

He scoffed before pushing you away. “Stay away from me. Do not talk to me ever again, I don’t want to be seen with you.” He started to walk away from you and you went to follow him but was blocked by an invisible barrier of some kind.

“W-wait! Jotaro Please! Please! Don’t leave me!!” You screamed banging on the barrier but it seemed he couldn’t hear you. Tears were now streaming down your face as you banged helplessly trying to get his attention, but he continued to walk away from you, not even bothering to look back.

“Please! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!!”

You jolted awake in shock, scaring the blonde woman that was sitting at your bed side. “Oh my! You’re awake! I’ll go get Jojo!” You watched the woman hurry out the room, you could barely register what she was saying but when you heard heavy footsteps coming towards the room. You assumed she was getting someone.

When you looked to the doorway that she went through, your eyes widened as Jotaro walked through the doorway. The male walked over to you and sat down near you. “Are…Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded slowly. Jotaro let out a sigh of relief before pulling you into his arms.

He placed his face in the crook of your neck as he held you. You were about to protest before you felt something wet against your neck, “Jotar-” “Shh..Please. Just let me hold you.”

You stayed silent as he rocked back and forth with you in his arms. Jotaro soft cries filled the room and you felt awful. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him as best as you could.

“I thought i lost you…I thought I lost you because of those stupid fucking bitches.” You hear him mutter and he soon lifts his head to place his forehead against yours. This is an emotion you’ve never seen from the male, and it scares you a bit to be honest.

“I came so close to losing all my friends when we went to egypt. I don’t want to come home and lose you.” He raises one of his hands to cup your cheek before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You gasp softly, your mind was freaking out, Jotaro is kissing you, he was kissing you!!

Jotaro pulls away and gives you a soft smile. “Hey, say something…I’m trying to make sure you’re alright.” You giggle softly and return the smile. “I’m alright Jojo..just a little shocked right now..after all I thought you-”

“You thought I hated you by the way I acted? Far from it. I was afraid something like this was going to happen. I knew how those girls were. I’m sorry.” Jotaro interrupts before placing your head on his chest. You could hear the soft beating of his heart and was about to talk when he beat you to it. “You hear that?..” He asks and you nods. He chuckles quietly, “That only beats for you. I’m sorry, i promise to protect you from now on.”

“I love you Y/n..”

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I want all of you to know that if you ever feel down, just know that there is someone out there that loves you. and if you think there isn't, think again because I am one of them. <3

I love you all, take care of yourself please and have a good day/night/afternoon.