#Jotaro x reader Jotaro x black!reader Jotaro x black reader Jotaro kujo x black reader jotaro kujo x black reader

[sl33paholics]

hii, so glad to hear that ur back. Can you write a smut with Josuke or Alucard and reader losing their virginity to one another and just being loving to each other throughout the whole thing? Love your other fics btw! :)

Would You Do This With Me?

Josuke Higashikata x fem!reader

Warning(s): Smut (first time, virginity taken on both ends), breast play, nipple play, clit play, hair pulling (on Josuke's end), condom usage (gotta stay safe), moments of awkwardness, and more as you read

This was so fun to write - this took the whole evening yesterday + half of this morning to finish lol

"Josuke...Josuke...JoJo, you rabid dog!"

You'd say to him as the two of you were on the bed, feeling his hands tug onto your bra and the other hand gripping hard on your hip, but the words had fallen from your mouth as he kissed along your jawline, and you could hardly hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. You let out a throaty moan, trying to catch your breath, your hips bucking against him as you fought for control over yourself. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt so dizzy that you thought for sure you might faint. "Oh god..." you murmured, tilting your head back and giving yourself up to the sensation as you let out another soft moan, your hands running through his hair as he gripped harder at your hipbones. Your body was humming with pleasure, but it was only getting worse by the second. You couldn't take any more of this. Your whole body was on fire, your blood rushing, you needed more -

His lips left your jaw and moved down to your neck, sucking hard. His teeth scraped at your skin as you let out an embarrassing whine.

Josuke immediately pulled back after hearing that noise. He looked into your eyes, his pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed red, his hair sticking up everywhere. He was panting hard, his face a mess of red.

"Shit," Josuke whispered, his voice hoarse. Josuke sat up, looking away from you. "Did I do that too quickly?" You blinked owlishly, completely dazed from being kissed like that. "I...I told your ass to calm down...idiot..." You said between taking breaths as you giggled, shaking your head. The both of you just stared at each other for a moment, before Josuke broke out into a smile, a laugh, and then threw himself onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses all over your face as you tried not to scream.

"You're lucky...that my mom is not here, she's at a girl's night..." Josuke muttered, kissing you on your cheek. His hands wondered up to your bra, and you felt Josuke 's fingers fumbling with the laces, then he reached under your bra, grabbing at one of the straps. You shivered as his cool finger skimmed over your skin, making you snort. He started working on the other strap, pulling at it until it loosened enough for him to slide the garment off your shoulders, laying it next to you on the bed. Josuke began to touch your breasts, rubbing circles into your sensitive skin as his lips trailed across your collarbone. He started kissing you there, making you squirm beneath him.

You bucked your hips to grind into Josuke, biting your lip when he gasped in response to the action. He continued to kiss your collarbone, moving one of his hands down to your nipples and beginning to pinch them, causing you to let out a loud gasp. Josuke grinned as you gave into the sensations, moaning louder now. When he swiftly moved his other hand down now towards your panties, you cried out and grabbed at his arm. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! Not yet..." You bit your lip again, and Josuke paused as he watched you closely. You could feel Josuke growing stiff beneath you, his hand still resting on your breast. Then he seemed to get impatient, leaning forward to kiss you roughly, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth before his fingers slipped underneath your panties. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers touched you, his fingertips gliding gently against your folds.

You groaned as he pressed himself against you, his dick hardening against you, his grip tightening as if warning you. "Josuke...please, don't stop…" You whimpered out.

The tip of his fingers felt the wetness between your folds, his fingers gliding over your clit lightly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Josuke kept moving his fingers in slow strokes, watching you carefully for signs of discomfort. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You had already been through a lot, it seemed. But if he was going to be honest, the more he did this, the more aroused he became as well. It took every ounce of self control he possessed not to start fucking you right then and there. "Please, Josuke...don't tease me..." You moaned softly into his ear, feeling his fingers touch your swollen like the curious boy he was. You clenched your thighs together tightly as he kept touching you. You could almost feel your pussy swelling even more at Josuke's touches, your body craving more of his cock, desperate for it.

Josuke stopped his fingers for a moment, then slid his thumb over your clit, slowly stroking over it. The motion sent you over the edge, your body jerking under Josuke's touch.

Josuke removed his other hand from your breast and the one from your panties, positioning your legs as he finally took off your panties, tossing them aside.

You're now completely naked, for the first time in months of dating JoJo.

You were so lost in a trance that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend took off his boxers as well, his dick jutting out proudly as he climbed atop you. His face was flushed, his breathing ragged and labored, and you could see the dark veins pulsating in his neck. "You bought the condoms, right, JoJo?" You asked nervously, looking up at him from where you were on your elbows, your hands holding onto his shoulders for support. You could already tell how much he wanted you right now. "We... we have to use them..." You panted, reaching up and stroking his face, feeling his stubble scratch against your fingertips.

Josuke nodded jerkily as he reached over to his nightstand to retrieve the condom. "I...I even got lube. This wasn't so easy to get... but I managed to buy it." He admitted sheepishly.

Your mind went blank for a few moments as Josuke went on to put the condom himself, throwing the wrapper to the side. It was only then when you felt the cold, slick feeling of the lube being rubbed on against your clit that your senses kicked in again, and you gasped out loudly. You were about to push up against him, but Josuke pushed you back down onto the bed. "...sorry, it's cold. I thought it'd be kinda warm right now ...for us." He apologized quickly, placing the bottle of lube onto the nightstand and sliding himself on top of you. "Yeah, um...it's fine. Thank you..." You said breathlessly.

The two of you were now staring at one another. Of course, the tension and anxiety were there, but the two of you were also so focused on one another that you were barely aware of anything else. Your boyfriend shifted himself so that he was hovering over you, both of you staring at each other intensely. "Are you ready?" Josuke asked huskily, his hand cupping your cheek. You nodded, closing your eyes to savor the moment. "Just let me know if I'm putting it in too fast or somethin'." He held onto your hand and slowly pushed himself into you, your pussy clamping down onto his length, causing him to moan. "Holy shit...JoJo..!!" You hissed, squeezing his hand. Josuke stopped moving looking at you with concern. "Am I going to fast? Should I stop? Let you adjust?"

"No, no... you're doing good. I just need to adjust..." You said softly, your heart racing as Josuke's shaft moved slowly in and out of you. You began to slowly move to adjust yourself, your body tensing up and relaxing as you adjusted to the feeling. After a little while, Josuke went on to continue and thrust into you as he threw his arms to grab hold of the headboard. Once he was fully in you, he continued to pump himself into you slowly, giving you ample time to adjust to his weight and size. You were able to relax once Josuke's hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him. "Good...so good..."

You hummed, gripping the sheets as Josuke began to sped up his pace.

"Damn, you're tight..." He mumbled, grunting at the pressure you were putting on him. "Fuckin' perfect...like a fucking doll..." He gripped you tighter, his hips pushing harshly into you, his erection straining against your walls. "Josuke!!" You moaned, gripping onto his bicep, your nails digging into his skin. The sudden picked up pace in movement made you squeak and arch your back slightly, your head falling back as your muscles tensed, a low grumble leaving your lips. Josuke immediately pulled back, panting heavily as he looked down on you. "So beautiful..." He whispered, running his hands through your sides.

It was all until he hit your spot.

And all hell broke loose.

You couldn't contain the high-pitched cry that left you as you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, your lips quivering as your whole body shook violently.

The scream took Josuke by shock, and based on your reaction to him, it was a sign to continue thrusting. Before you even had the chance to say something, he moved his hips in quick thrusts, hitting your spot as hard as Josuke possibly could, sending another wave of pleasure rushing through you, your entire body tense as you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Like introducing a new toy to a toddler, Josuke couldn't stop. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, sending a chill throughout his body as he increased his speed, driving his cock deeper into you, making you writhe with pure bliss. Josuke could hear you crying, muffled noises of pleasure coming from your throat. He'd never heard you make noise like that before, and it excited him beyond words.

Josuke leaned down as your arms quickly clasped around him tightly, your body arching up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your stomach felt like it was burning and ready to burst any moment now. You could already feel your juices soaking the bedsheets, pooling beneath you as you squirmed and rocked your hips wildly, your cries filling the room.

Soon enough, the two of you reached your climax simultaneously. You were shaking uncontrollably, your body convulsing underneath Josuke as he came within you, spilling his seed inside of the now messy-used condom. You closed your eyes tight as you released your own release, a quiet sob escaping your lips as you tried to regain some kind of composure, your fingers trembling against his bare chest and your eyes fluttering open.

The two of you stayed there, in that position, for as long as you needed to. Josuke moved away from you as your arms dropped from his back, beside you. Josuke slowly pulled out of you, removing the condom off of him and tossing it carelessly on the ground. He lay down beside you, his arm circling your waist. "...you're going to have to clean that up, you know? That's gross.." You'd say quietly, burying your face on Josuke's chest. You felt his hand stroke your back comfortingly.

Josuke chuckled softly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. "I know... I'm just exhausted and too tired to leave the bed right now..." JoJo poutted, his arms tightening their grip around you as you both laid like that for a few minutes, the two of you simply enjoying each others company. Soon enough, you yourselfdrifting off to sleep, snuggling up towards Josuke, feeling safe and secure, your body relaxed after the orgasm the two of you had.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Kakyoin: Jotaro you and Y/n really are close

Jotaro: We're dating...

Avdol, Polnareff, Joseph, Kakyoin: *Shocked*

Y/n: *Shocked*

Polnareff: Why the hell are you shocked?!

Y/n: Oh right sorry I kind of forgot for a minute there

Joseph: How?!!?

Jotaro: Yare Yare Daze

[gothic-thoughts]

Shut Up and Listen

(took WAY too long to realize out of all my Jojo content, ion have Jotaro 🙄)

Part4! Jotaro Kujo x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, DomesticAU, Babysitter!Reader, Boss!Jotaro

CW: ForbiddenAU, Jojo cheating?? afab parts mentioned, quiet quickie, unprotected cream🥧, tame words(nun vulgar)

Word Count: 1719 (give or take)

(A/n): sorry his first fic is a smut, I hate doing that tbh 😓

Jotaro took a deep breath as he walked to the front door ready to face the possibility of seeing his ex-wife's angry face. He reluctantly opens the door to see his daughter's sitter sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand and smiles. He sighed, releasing the breath he held back as his heart began pounding in his chest. 

Since his wife filed for divorce, the only peace he could get after work was whenever (Y/n) was here, whether it be to watch over his 5-year-old daughter or just to check on him. Either way, Jojo's heart pounded against his ribcage just from being around her but it only added to his wife's suspicion of his adultery. 

"Hey, Mr. Kujo." She whispers, "How was work?"

"(Y/n), please, you come over way too much to be so formal."

"Last time I called you 'Jojo' in front of your wife, she looked like she gonna tear my head off."

He scoffs, waving off the thought of her, “Yeah, I bet.”

(Y/n) chuckles softly as he takes off his shoes at the door and tiptoes across the living room's squeaky floorboards before gently sitting next to her much shorter stature.

"Wine after work?" He smiles, taking the other glass from the table. "You know me so well."

"You always complain about needing a drink so I brought."

"You probably need it more than I do, dealing with that one. How was she?"

She groans. "Tantrum."

"About?"

"He just hates resting for some reason. You know how kids are. Though, her mother coming over probably gave him a boost of energy

Jojo almost chokes on his wine, "Her mother? She was here you said? Why?"

"She said she came to see Jolyne for a bit but I feel like she was looking for you."

"Good grief, of course she was. Where is she now?"

"Her inn."

"Good. I don't think I can deal with another fight after a long day. I'm gonna snap." He sits up, "Anyway, did she say anything to you?"

“What do you mean?”

“Anything?”

"What, no not really. I mean, it doesn't matter, she was just..."

Jojo puts his drink on the coffee table. "What did she say to you?"

“Jotaro, I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“She just...reminded me...of my job.”

He furrowed his eyebrows to figure out why his wife would feel the need to remind (Y/n) of her, but he quickly realized that was just it; his ex-wife was telling her to stay in her place. His eyebrows part and irritation instantly washes over his features as his beloved babysitter puts her glass down. “Listen, Jojo–”

"Don’t.”

“I only come over to watch your daughter. I don't know why I tried to go above and beyond by checking on you--”

“Because you’re amazing--”

“Because now your wife hates me. Like I’m pretty sure she fucking told the neighbors cuz they’re starting to look at me like I'm the worst person on Earth whenever I take Jolyne out."

The sudden sternness in the tone makes the man’s lips part before he bites the inside of his cheek in thought. They both look to the ceiling, listening for the sluggish pitter-patter of Jolyne’s footsteps making their way to the staircase—but it remains silent. Jojo sighs with relief and slides closer to her while she averts her gaze to the wine on the table. He rests a hand on her thigh. 

“Sorry, it’s just--” 

"No." He whispers, guiding her chin to face him, "I'm sorry for putting you through this. You deserve so much better than this.”

“What, no. It’s not you; your ex-wife’s just making life hard.”

He pauses, “Yeah, you’re right. But frankly, I could give a damn what she’s doing, I’m not letting you go—not if it’s not what you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Honestly, the highlight of my day is coming home to you and my daughter. I’m not letting that go for anything.”

“You...you serious?”

“You know I’m not one to joke about what I want. Or do I need to show you more recent proof?”

She nods then gasps as her boss quickly links his lips with hers. (Y/n)'s hands slide up his broad chest to yearningly grab his broad shoulders and rest the other on the back of his neck. They cup each other's faces and grasp at each other's shirts, groaning into each other's mouths for more.

Neither minded the amount of saliva due to their fervor as he picked her up and sat her on his lap. He holds her body so close that her breasts squish against him but pushes on his chest, breaking their forbidden kiss. Their lust-filled eyes open while they pant heavily on each other's reddened lips. Jojo's hand rests on her face, thumb swiping back and forth along her plush cheek.

"Sorry.” He whispers, “Didn’t know how much longer I could go without doing that.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Curtains are closed. Don't worry about it." He secures his hands under her thighs, "Let's go."

“Go where- oh!”

He carried her up the main steps, but instead of going to his room, he brought her to the guest room, a little farther away from his daughter's bedroom. He kicks the door shut before locking it, then sets her on her feet and continues to make out, sliding his long, white jacket down his arms and to the floor behind him. Their shirts were the next to go, being dropped at their sides before he pulled her hips closer, pressing his huge bulge into her pelvis.

“We do have to make this quick, though.” (Y/n) whispers breathlessly, "She told me she’d come back when you got off.”

“Shit, alright.” He picks her up again and walks to the available bed, where he mounts her, “Quick, got it.”

"Is this moving too fast? I mean..."

“We can stop now if you want.”

(Y/n) shakes her head, hands sliding down his side to his belts where she quickly unbuckles them. He looks down at her fingers and then back at her face with a small smirk. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were down by his thighs while her leggings lay discarded on the hardwood floor. He tugs her underwear to the side and guides himself in with a breathless sigh from the tightness, head tilting back.

“Oh my...g-god.”

“Heh, sorry. Too quick?”

"Jus’ a little...big. Fuck Jojo."

He presses open-mouth kisses to her neck, "Not hurting you, am I?" He whispers.

“No...god, fuck no. Feels so fuckin’ good.

“I’m not even that deep yet.”

“I might go insane if you do. Just... jus’--”

“Oh yeah?”

The pads of Jotaro’s fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her closer to try to meet his base, but chuckles at the remaining inches between them.

(Y/n) grips his shoulders and curses under her breath, insides gripping him tightly, trying to stay sane while he stretched her wide. (Y/n) gasps out before biting her lip to keep her moans quiet when Jojo finally moves his hips at a slow yet deep rhythm. 

He tried to keep it together but soft moans still came out while he gripped the sheets under her as his movements gradually became harder. (Y/n) shivers and groans at the change, arching her back slightly as euphoria ran up her spine. Once she moaned his name softly, he lost more of his composure and leaned down for another sloppy kiss in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.

"Jojo, don’t f’cking stop, please; oh my god.”

"I know we're farther from the front," He whispers against her lips, "But you gotta keep it down, ngh~"

She nods. "But you're going so deep...so-o deep. You feel so good."

"I know.... fuck, I know. Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight."

He lifts her legs to his broad shoulders, hips slamming against her ass over and over and creating the sound of heavy, wet slapping that fills the room. (Y/n)’s legs trembled so much from the deep strokes that she cried out only for him to cover her mouth and press his plump lips to her ear to shush her.

“Fuck, (Y/n).” Jotaro mutters, thrusts becoming harder, “You’re gonna wake my daughter if you keep that up.”

“But, ah, gonna cum. So close, Jojo, I’m so close~”

"Come on, cum for me then; that’s why I put you in this fuckin’ position. Cum.”

 He quickened his movements and gently pressed his lips to hers again, moaning into her mouth while his girth throbbed and pulsed with every swift drag through her wet, squeezing walls. She kisses back, scratching his large shoulders, as her orgasm rushes through her nerves. (Y/n) holds the back of his neck as he guides her through her climax, making her moan and gasp in his ear.

"I-I think--"

"What, you gonna--"

"I think I love you."

His face doesn’t change but his hips speed up on their own, "D-do you mean it, (Y/n)?"

She nods.

"I-I do too.... a l-lot more than I should."

"Hah~ Goin' t-too...fast."

"Seeing you every day before work is enough to fuel me for the day."

"You’re m-making it hard t-to--mmh god!"

"Fuck, you don't know how badly I've wanted this shit."

"J’taro--"

"Kissing you, touching you, making you cum for me—fuuck, it’s too much."

Her back arches off the bed, and he slides his arm between the bed and her lower back, continuously pulling her into every heavy, breathtaking thrust.  

"Ah~ Jojo! F-fuck, fuuck~!”

“Me too. Don’t worry, I’ll–”

“No, don’t stop. Please d’nt fuckin stop~”

“Then...you want me to..."

"Y-yeah, just please." She scratches up his shirt, "Don't stop~"

Jojo's hips stutter and his eyes shut as his thighs continue to smack against the back of hers. He groans loudly, burrowing his face in her neck when he meets the edge and spills his load inside her. He gasps and clutches at the sheets, while she plants soft kisses to his chest. They pant loudly together as his hips stutter to a stop, their bodies shivering together to calm down as huffs of breath in each other’s faces start to rile them up again.

Before they could get another word out, the front door could be heard opening from up the hall.

[hoetachi]

LIKE A TATTOO — [PART 4] J. KUJO

pt.4! jotaro kujo x blk! reader

❝ …broken by the burden of his youth ❞

if there’s one thing you’ll always love about jotaro, it would be his birthmark. it’s literally a star on his upper shoulder and it’s the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen, you could’ve sworn he got it tattooed at first until he shown a photo of him and his grandpa jojo with the exact mark. too adorable!

however, he felt the opposite.

he hated it.

he despised the abnormality— from the color of it to the very shape

you thought it was because it was a random star on his body that didn’t go with the whole hard ass loner aesthetic he had growing up

so when you was over his place trying to get out of your writer’s block, your eyes drifted to a shirtless jotaro, glasses perched on the brink of his nose as he read from paper to paper

“the foundation is going to be the death of me..” he grumbled before tossing one of the papers carelessly before pinching the brink of his nose. exhausted wasn’t even the word to describe how he was feeling

remarkable shade of turquoise along his hues, yet they somehow seem to shine like diamonds at the likes of you. “cmere” he said loudly enough to bring you out of your daydreaming. you strolled over, letting the oversized tee of his engulf your body whole. you behind him, wrapping your arms soundly around him. if he could turn into puddle , he definitely would in your embrace. stress doesn’t seem to manifest when he’s in your touch “you really should take a vacation! we could see josuke & gang again this summer” you suggested, peppering kisses on the crown of his head before moving down to his neck causing a deep chuckle from the stoic man.

“and have even more stress dealing with those knuckleheads? are you trying to send me to an early grave?” he turned his head slightly shutting his eyes as well, letting you drown him in your affection. the softness of your lips against his skin caused goosebumps to emerge from your touch. he soon froze once he noticed you stopped your affection assault on his body

insecurity began to gnaw at his pride. did you find the star bizarre? did it make him less attractive to you? so many negatives he thought up , he also didn’t realized the faint tracing of it by your finger “y’know what i love most about you, jojo?”

“hmm?”

“your body. before you get too far inside your hurricane of a mind, your birthmark is beautiful to me as well as your scars.” you announced awful at your finger traced other patterns on his shoulders and back, “they’re your story.” you smiled to yourself

“my story?” he raised a brow as you made your way into his lap. you ran your fingers through his slightly greying curls, “yeah. how the most feared kujo became a doting and loving man he is today” you booped his noses with a giggle, surprisingly getting a little chuckle from the normally stoic man. he loved that you allowed him to have this rare moments just between the both of you

“thank you, y/n”

“for?” you dragged out a bit, now it was your turn to raise a brow. he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, “helping me become who i am now. thank you for accepting my ugly” he whispered against your lips, turquoise eyes low with admiration as they scanned over your face. he stayed like that for a while, etching out every small feature of you. how did he get so lucky with such a breathtaking woman

if defeating a 120 year old evil vampire was the result of stumbling across you, then he wouldn’t mind baring the scars of his youth to the world

[the-princess-of-bimbos]

🎀𝓑𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸'𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓼 🎀

Published: August 16, 2024

Posted August 16, 2024

𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸? - Polnareff x gn! Chubby reader

🎀 All of their life people had avoided Y/n because of their weird persona. They were looking out of their window when they see a goofy looking person lose one of their earrings. How would they approach this handsome man?🎀

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 - Josuke x black chubby reader

🎀 Your toxic ex randomly texts you one day after 2 years to meet up with you because why not? You're just friends right? Right?!🎀

𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀- Okuyasu x black chubby reader

🎀 You and Okuyasu were so close to each other until one day his secret lead to both of y'all's separation. You meet up with some new friends and dates one of them and Okuyasu doesn't like it🎀

𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓮- Part 3 Joseph x black chubby reader

🎀 You and your friends went to a cruise trip to get away from y'all's piling college debt when you catch eyes with someone's thirsty father and grandfather who's willingly ready to risk it all for you🎀

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹- TxT’s Taehyun x black chubby reader

🎀 Shi hol on gimme a min 😩🎀

( 𝓑𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸'𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻🎀: I don't want anyone telling me how they find my pieces of fanfics disgusting just because you don't like it. I've seen plenty of my favorite authors getting threats from anons because of what they write. My blog is for STRICTLY POC (mostly black) chubby readers if you don't like it then LEAVE!!! Thank you🎀)

[nanivinsmoke]

i keep missing kinktober because of work. is no nut November a thing on here?

[unistaryo]

⭐ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖⭐

status: open✅

🙏please note that it may take a while for me to write it

‼️Also, please send them to my inbox or message me, otherwise I may lost it or forget about it‼️

//masterlist//

What I write:

📝oneshot, headcanons, short stories, imagines

📝fluff, angst, etc.

📝reader inserts content

📝any type of relationship, be it romantic, platonic

📝ship x reader

📝Ocs insert content, but I need a detailed description

What I won't write:

🚫 smut

🚫 minor-adult ROMANTIC relationships (platonic is fine)

🚫 ship only content

Fandoms:

Hellsing (2001/Ultimate/Abridged)

Transformers (Prime, Animated, Idw)

Mononoke

JJBA (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan

Good Omens

Marvel ( the Avengers Movies, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor movies, Loki, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes)

Drifting Dragons

Attack On Titan

Dracula (2020)

BBC Sherlock

One Punch Man

Asterix & Obelix

That's all, bye-bye!!🌟

[mininovia]

drabble [2]

c.w. f!reader, angst, implied unrequited love (both ends), some comfort

"you deserve better."

the weight of his words hit you just as hard as the look in his eyes when he says it.

jotaro isn't the type to meddle in other people's business. always sticking to his own lane, never interfering unless it directly involves him or his loved ones. and even then, those battles are carefully picked based on how severe the threat is and if they can be resolved without his involvement.

your love life has never been any of his concern before. romance in general is not something he thinks he's suited for—not with the life he now leads, carrying a torch that's worth less than the weight it bears—and he's never once thought anything different. he of all people shouldn't have a say in how you handle your relationships with other people.

so how is it that this is what gets him to speak up? the sight of you crying over someone that's clearly not worth your attention, or efforts or care. doesn't even need a name to know that whoever you were just on the phone with didn't deserve the chance to break your heart.

but all too late, he realizes he's crossed a line that he can't take back. a wall he painstakingly built brick by brick over the years is now crumbling over three little words. and he's seeing it first-hand in the way your tears have stopped, eyes widening just a bit as your lips part in a wordless whisper of "what?".

an embarrassing heat crawls from his neck down his back, and his hands, now clenched tightly at his sides, gather with cold sweat. though a guarded expression instinctively descends over his face to mask his internal dilemma, he knows it's pointless. the deed has been done.

unwillingly, against all odds, he let a sliver of the love he holds for you seep through and reach you.

[lemmetreatya]

4 hours no breaks no protection just passion

[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.

[yae-energy]

…jotaro with an rnb singer! fiancé? also best part by her and daniel caesar would go with this 🤭

“you’re the best part”

synopsis: jotaro finally ready to give love a second chance

cast: bodyguard! jotaro x rnb singer! black fem reader (jolyne is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au?

wc: 1.1k wrds , 5.8k char

cw: angst to comfort (?) happy ending, established relationship, very cheesy (and shitty) writing , mostly proofread (i tried my best y’all but looking at my own work makes me cringe bad)

a/n: bro im so so so mega sorry if this is so trash/not what you asked for 😭 i am not good at actually writing so pls forgive me. i hope you like it tho <3 , also thank you v much for requesting 🫶🏽 mwah.

"utterly breathtaking."

those were the words that you used to describe the blazing hues of orange, yellow, and red that painted the horizon, as the sun ultimately began its descent. causing the sweltering summer heat to finally come to a halt as a result, and instead be replaced with a gentle breeze that danced through the air. wisps of your curls being disturbed in the process whilst your eyes remained glued to the sunset.

upon looking at you, he can't help but wonder why he didn't see it back then, why he didn't pay closer attention to the way the sun beautifully kissed your skin. or how you glowed underneath the moonlight, or even the gentle tone of voice you used whenever you spoke to him.

he felt stupid- foolish, one could say.

why did he wait so long? why did he wait so long to fully relish in the prickly feeling that arose whenever your hand just so happened to glide against his own? or admire how your lips looked whenever you applied your favorite gloss.

sometimes he just can't help but wonder, why?

then the answer clicks.

he simply wasn't allowed to. falling in love with you wasn't in his job description, he was your bodyguard. his job was to protect you, to shield you from the harsh realities of your successful career, and to barricade you from the rush of paparazzi attempting to make their way to you any chance they could. he was excellent at his job, so much so that even he knew to never cross that boundary with you.

he was far too afraid to, far too afraid to hurt you like he had done others in the past. like he had done to his former wife, his daughter even. he wasn't there as much as he should have been and he knew that, no matter how understanding they were about his career and the long, long, hours that came with it. the feeling haunted him.

and for the many, many, years after the fact, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that he harbored deep in his soul. he just couldn't allow that again. he couldn't allow himself to hurt someone else because of his own mistakes. mistakes no one held against him anymore, mistakes jolyne managed to forgive him for long ago.

so why couldn't he do the same for himself? why did he use it as a reminder to keep himself in check? as motivation to keep you as far away from him as possible- not that, that was an easy job in itself. he did work for you after all.

24/7 he was at your beck and call. walking you to all your favorite shops whenever you felt the urge to go, escorting you out of blacked-out vehicles and being your personal buffer between you, and the obnoxiously bright flashes of light being emitted from those large, ugly, cameras.

24/7 he was with you.

and a very large part of himself is livid for waiting so long to appreciate that.

to appreciate how you'd gift him small trinkets to show gratitude for all his hard work. to appreciate how you always made a conscious effort to bring him hearty meals if you noticed he wasn't eating as well as he should've been.

to appreciate how you'd call his name so prettily whenever you needed him for something. and how it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach each and every time.

god, he was foolish, unequivocally so.

and it hurt too much to think about, even for him. you were so kind to him, so sweet and understanding of his past, of all the mistakes he made. you didn't judge him like he judged himself for all those years. and that's when he realized it was time to put that shame and guilt to rest.

to allow himself to feel loved and cared for despite his mistakes- that seemingly everyone forgave him for, but himself.

to allow himself to relish in the way your hands glided against his own.

to allow himself to admire the way you applied your favorite gloss.

to allow himself to be loved by you. and to be loved by you till death did you apart.

utterly breathtaking. those are the words he'd use to describe you.

you were the best part of his morning, evening and night. the best part of his career, and the best part of himself.

which brings him back to the present. all those cherished memories between the two of you acting as his sole motivation for why he was doing this. why he was so nervous as he clutched the comically tiny, black, suede box that held your ring, in his hand.

it was beautiful, just like you.

"a pretty girl needs a pretty ring, dad" were jolyne's wise words that echoed in the back of his mind while ring shopping for you. his heart full of so many emotions that he could barely contain the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes while he stood in the middle of a "tiffany & co."

and even now, as he stood beside you on your shared balcony. watching you as you watched the sunset, slow jazz playing from the vinyl record he got you got Christmas, (doubling as a 2 year anniversary gift.) leaking through the crack in the sliding door.

what was he supposed to say?

not enough words in the dictionary could describe how he felt about you. none of them could describe how utterly beautiful he thought you were. or how you made him feel every time you looked at him, or called out his name for yet another favor he pretended to be annoyed about.

nothing could describe you.

"…wonderful weather we're having…" he began. to which you replied with a short hum, your eyes sparkling like the millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

what was there to say that he hasn't clumsily said already? why did he have to say anything at all? you knew him like the back of your hand. all his good traits- his bad traits, you knew him inside and out and that's what he loved about you.

you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted to say but just couldn't due to lack of words.

you knew him.

so with that in mind, he decided that words were too much. the way his legs wobbled as he got down on one knee, and the way his sweaty palms opened up the comically tiny, black, suede box should say all it needed to.

that he loved you,

unequivocally so.

[ains444]

thinking of jotaro’s love language being gift giving and quality time. despite his sort of expressionless demeanor, he’s always listening and i mean always. you’d briefly mentioned something about a nice pair of earrings you saw in passing and he went out the next day to get the same pair. when he’s not busy with his work, better believe he’s spending his time with you. after spending several days in a row working on a work project, he finally got a couple days off. he mentally celebrated as he’d begun to miss your presence. when he got home he immediately beelined towards you as you were preparing dinner. literally would not and could not leave you alone for the rest of the night and the coming days. though he doesn’t regularly vocally expresses it, he def shows you how much he loves you constantly

[sammysficfactory]

Fixer Upper

ex!postpt3!Jotaro x ex!blackcoded!reader

wc: ~2.1k words

summary: Five months after your abrupt breakup, Jotaro calls you to help put him back together again.

tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and needles

notes: tumblr deleted my acc so i’m restarting with my girl fixer upper bc i cant find my nanami fic, jotaro is kind of a jerk, this is very self indulgent, i made a few tweaks

"You look good." Jotaro says, his eyes fixed on your hand stitching his arm. It's been five months since you woke up one day to find his side of the bed cold, empty, and unmade. Jotaro had broken up with you shortly after that over text. He said that the two of you just weren’t working anymore. Now, Jotaro is inwardly grateful for the hat covering his face, as it hid how unhappy he's truly been since he left.

“Thanks, you too.” You say curtly. The silence between the two of you was awkward and deafening. So many unsaid words hung in the air like fresh laundry. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t feel angry when you saw Jotaro again, but you couldn’t help it. Questions ran through your mind at a mile a minute. Why did he leave? What wasn’t working? Why didn’t he tell me in person? Too many questions in so little time, so you didn’t ask.

“How have you been? You know since…” you trail off, alluding to his abrupt departure.

"Fine," Jotaro grumbles. He looks down at his arm as you continue your work. He's so thankful to be in your presence again, to hear your voice, to know you aren't completely gone, like so many people he loved, but he can't let you know how much this is upsetting him. He couldn’t afford to be weak, weakness was unnecessary and time consuming. Weakness got you killed. Jotaro had to be strong, just like the people counting on him call for him to be. Even if it feels like his heart is crumbling right in front of him with every second that passes.

"You?"

You sigh.

“To be honest? It’s been tough, but I’ve been pushing through.” You shrug. Jotaro’s heart clenches at the thought of you struggling in any capacity, but it hurts more because he knows he was the cause of it.

"You've been pushing through," he mutters, taking a breath and closing his eyes.

"You're tough." God, Jotaro thought. I feel like such a dick for calling her over here. But he didn’t know who else would answer. There was no one else who would answer.

“This one might sting, hold on.” You look up at him before making another stitch. He winces.

You wince, you never liked seeing Jotaro in pain. Even now, it hurt your heart to see him flinch or wince in pain.

“Sorry about that.” You finish two more stitches before rising from a hunched over position and stretching your back.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get you a bandage.” You walk over to the first aid kit you brought to grab a bandage to cover his arm. You come back to where Jotaro is.

“Give me your arm.”

"I'm already holding it out," he snaps. His voice is cold, but it doesn't hide the tinge of hurt he feels underneath. He doesn't look up to meet your gaze, and you wonder if it's his pride or his guilt that keeps him from doing so. Either way, he holds his arm up to you, his hand steady now that his body has processed the pain.

You sigh, already tired of the undeserved attitude you received, but you understood him.

“Please, not today.” You mutter. You wrap his arm carefully.

“I’m all done. Do you need anything else?” You ask, a small part hoping he would need something, anything else. Seeing and touching him in such a long time made your heart feel full again, but you knew that when Jotaro decides on something, you would have to go through hell and high water to change his mind.

"Nope," Jotaro says. The arm is wrapped in gauze, the bloody needle thrown away. He sighs, and suddenly, that small part of him wants you to ask him about his day, what he'd had for breakfast, anything. If you wanted something more, you knew that you'd have to be the one to broach the subject. To broach the subject of whether or not he wanted another chance. As it is, he's holding the door open for you.

“How was your morning?” You ask, clearly not wanting to leave his presence just yet, but who could blame you?

Jotaro narrows his eyes as he considers this, the corners of his lips lifting minutely.

"Fine." He's not quite sure what to ask you in turn, and he can't stand the silence.

"Yours?"

“It could’ve been better.” ‘With you’, you wanted to add, but decided against it. You sigh, walking out of the door reluctantly, wishing he would say something about the two of you. Even now after everything, you’d still take him back. It sounded bad, but you felt as if the love you and Jotaro shared was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you never wanted to give it up.

He watches you leave, and it takes all of his willpower to not call you back into the room, to say he’s sorry, that he’s regretted every moment he woke up without you next to him, to admit that he would call for you in his sleep sometimes only to wake up only to be hit with the harsh reality of his choices. But that would be weak, and Jotaro had no time to seem weak. Weakness was time consuming and worthless. The look on your face tells him that he's hurt you in a way he can't undo, and he couldn't stomach the idea of bringing you anymore pain and unhappiness by getting you involved with him again. Jotaro watches you go, waiting until you're gone to let out a breath of exhaustion.

As you walk down the hall, a stream of tears fall down your face. What was the point of it all? Did he bring me over to hurt me all over again? Before you knew it, you were already angrily walking back to his door, knocking furiously.

“Open this fucking door!” You say, tears rushing down your face. Jotaro opens the door with a shocked and pained expression before quickly masking it with his usual cold and nonchalant mask.

Jotaro jumps, then freezes.

"U-" he begins, unsure of what to say. He takes two steps back from the door, knowing you're a force to be reckoned with, especially when you get upset.

"What do you want?" he asks. His voice is cold and neutral, hiding the way his heart is racing in his chest. On the inside, Jotaro thanks whatever higher power that his voice didn’t betray him.

You walk in, pressing a finger into his broad chest.

“Why’d you tell me to come here, hm? Five months, Jotaro. Five fucking months! Not a word from you. All I got was a text saying that ‘we weren’t working’. What wasn’t working? What was the problem? You just up and left! You left me! You left us!” A mix of anger, pain, hurt, confusion, and frustration paint your features.

“That’s not fair Jotaro, and you know it!”

"And this is? What the fuck did you want me to do?" He asks, a bit incredulously. It's hard not to be hurt by your anger, even though he knows you have every right to be upset. Jotaro crosses his arms over his chest, but doesn't retreat any further.

"It's not fair for me to put you through all the stuff I did. The nightmares, the anger, none of it. I did it for you. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that, Y/N."

“But I was willing! I loved you- no scratch that, I love you despite all that! I thought we could’ve helped you together.” Your voice breaks.

“You don’t think I would’ve left if I couldn’t handle it? Was it me? What was it that made you leave?”

A part of him wants, no, craves to open his arms to you, take you in, apologize, and tell you that you'll make it through this together. But the greater part of him wants to keep you safe and unhurt. You deserve the world, but how can something so hurt and damaged give someone like you their love?

"It's not you, Y/N," he says, his voice quiet.

"It's all me. I didn't think I was worthy to have your love. I still don't." he says guiltily, almost as if he was a child who was caught messing with something he shouldn’t have.

“You don’t get to decide that! I do. I decide who to give my love to, Jotaro. I’m the one who deems people worthy of loving. And I deemed you worthy a long time ago.” You sniff, not as angry but still a bit hurt. You felt for Jotaro, his time in Egypt had taken a toll on him. But you couldn’t excuse his behavior.

He looks at you, your kind eyes, your understanding heart. And he sees himself as a broken monster, filled with rage and malice and despair, and he wonders how someone can love a beast like that. If he took you back, all his wounds would inevitably bleed onto you.

“Y/N,” he says softly, like you were something fragile he was terrified of breaking,

“You can do better than me. Why would you choose… this?” You grasp at his chest and shake him back and forth.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want better. I want you! I want you, Jotaro.” A small, wistful, hopeful laugh escapes his lips.

“Why? Why would you settle for something like me? There are so many people who could love you better than I can.” He doesn't understand why you would want him, but by god, it feels like maybe there's a chance. A chance to try again, to start anew.

���Because I don’t know how to love anyone the way I love you. It’s always been you. I don’t want to have my pick of anyone else, I want you. In all your brokenness.” You move your hands from his shoulders and cup his face. “I love you, Jotaro. I couldn’t think to love someone else.”

He stares back at you, his lips parted. His heart is pounding in his chest, and every instinct in him is telling him to kiss you, right there, so you could see just how sorry he truly was. He doesn't do it, but his fingertips rise to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing the side of your tear stained face lightly.

"Y/N," he whispers, and the way he says your name tells you everything you need to know.

You pull Jotaro into a long embrace, kissing his temple.

“I don’t want anyone else. Just you. Just Jotaro.” You say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Just me?" he asks. Tears prick his eyes at the thought. You would really put yourself through the ups and downs of dating a man like him? Even if your feelings for him are true, there are many times when he's cold and distant, other times when he's kind and loving. It was all worth it for you? He didn’t want to believe it, because that would leave Jotaro with one conclusion. He was worthy of love, and life.

You nod.

“Just you, forever.” You were willing to go to hell and back for him, and he knew it.

"Forever?" he asks softly. His hands cup your face, and he lowers a delicate but loving kiss on your lips before he can convince himself to stop.

"You'd really accept that deal?"

Your heart feels complete once again during the kiss, though Jotaro was a man of few words, but you understood everything he said through the kiss. You nod your head.

“A million times if you asked me to.”

"I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

"But I'll take it."

A small laugh bubbles up your chest and comes out of your mouth.

“I love you, Jotaro.”

"I love you too," he says back. A million times over. He thinks he might cry from relief, but he doubts it.

You wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

“I wish you would’ve told me this was how you were feeling, but I understand why you didn’t. Egypt and Dio have made you tough and closed off, but there’s still a softness in you. That’s what makes you human. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be Jotaro with me, I want you to be Jojo.” You say.

"I can do that," he says, a small and tentative smile gracing his face. He is Jojo, not Jotaro, and he's going to make sure you have no doubt of that.

"But you know what happened to me," Jotaro adds,

"I’m broken in a lot of ways. Are you okay with that?"

A soft and fond smile grows. You nod.

“I understand that, and I’m ready to love you despite all of it. I knew what I signed up for the first time I told you that I loved you.”

Jotaro blinks back tears.

"You were so easy to love," he says softly, "I still can't believe you'd put yourself through my hurt and anger and darkness because you love me."

You raise your pinky finger to him.

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.” You say with a soft smile.

He links his pinky, eyes shining with love. "Together."

[dragonpigeons]

Scene from Chapter 4

Shizuka, Holy and Star Platinum have triple-teamed Jotaro into getting his nails painted black. Star betraying his own user like this probably would not happen in canon, but let’s just pretend in this fic that it can, because there are very few things I enjoy more than making fun of Jotaro, the so-called cool tough guy. If we meditate on this concept, does the fact that Star is holding down Jotaro mean that an aspect of Jotaro wants to get his nails painted? For one thing, his Stand sure is curious to know how it will turn out.

Also, of course, I must include quality girl bonding time between Shizuka and Holy. Shizuka may be a reserved character but she finds herself warming up to Jotaro’s mother very quickly. Holy Kujo is a literal breath of fresh air compared to her son, and it’s nice to have a mellow ray of sunshine to talk to whenever Shizuka goes over to the Kujo residence to tutor the delinquent. I like to think the two would remain in contact even after high school graduation.

[bilbobagginshome]

A Deadbeat’s Journal 22

A Jotaro Kujo x Blackfemreader story

Third-Person Narration.

When y/n broke the news down to her mother, there was an eerie silence that took over. It was as though a jinn had just passed by. Granny Rhoda looked at her daughter, her face an odd mixture between an agape mouth and pleading eyes. Y/n, despite her fidgeting feet, remained stiff, looking straight at her mother well aware that any sign of wavering could lead to her rethinking her already well-thought-out decision.

“Do you need my blessing ?” Faith monotonously questions after sipping her afternoon tea.

“Please, Mom.” Y/n unflinchingly replied.

“You have my blessing. Do you need my help with anything? My connections aren't as good but at least I can make the visa process less daunting.”

“Faith, you can’t be serious. This isn’t her asking to have more independence. This is her moving away from home for a year. She’s still a child, the breasts and degree should not fool you .” Grandma Rhoda responds with a mix of their mother tongue and English in quick-fire, brows etched so tightly they look like they’ll turn to a unibrow and fly away from her face.

“Mama, this is my child. I’m begging you, don't tell me what to do. If this is her decision then why should I refute it? Moreover the last time I took your advice I never saw my only child for almost a month. Life is for the living, let her choose her life decisions.” She responds calmly.

“Y/n why are you doing this to us? Do you need a holiday? I’ll pay. But a whole year away is crazy to think of. Your dad would have never approved you know .” Granny pleads.

“Mom really?” Faith irritatedly remarks while shaking her head.

“I barely knew the man, listen, mama, I know you are scared for me, but cocooning me to the same place will not aid in my recovery. Can’t you see I’ve become less selfish, I’ve made more friends? Seen new perspectives in life and I’m enjoying my life for once? I mean even Jotaro and I get along so well now when a few months ago, aside from the time we spend with Mom Holly, and Grandpa Joseph we would have barely acknowledged one another. And this all happened because I began to live with him .” I blurt out. Another silence stretches. Granny seems defeated, Faith looks more interested in eating the rest of her chocolate cake whilst looking into the backyard.

And it is too beautiful of a backyard to argue in. One look and you’d understand that y/n lived in a lap of luxury. The shimmering, freeform, blue pool sat at the centre of the backyard and it was adorned with rose bushes well tended. A stony footpath led to the elevated back porch of the house and long palm trees surrounded the fenced area. A paradise on earth. It's honestly a surprise why the retired brat insisted on moving out.

“OK, baby, I’m sorry. I understand your aims and I should be more accepting .”Granny resigns and drinks up her now lukewarm tea which she immediately gives way to be warmed.

“Thank you. And mom, the visa is already taken care of. Patience’s dad knows a guy.”Y/n warmly replies.

This kicks off another conversation related to moving and although Granny frown sits at the mention of housing plans, she says nothing. The conversations move as gently as the winds of the day and as the pool lights are switched on and despite insistence from her parents that she should stay for dinner, she refuses and they all escort her to the parking lot.

“Visit me more now that you are leaving okay? and leave Samosa here or at least tell Jotaro to bring her more often.”Faith softly says.

“Sure Mom.”

“I love you .”

“I love you too. Bye.”

* * *

Y/n walks home to find Jotaro removing his promised dinner.

“Just in time. Lasagna and salad for my favourite girl.”He joyfully says 

“I didn’t think you’d make it after all that first about how good lasagna is tedious to make.” Y/n teases as she pets Samosa in greeting.

“Well, I decided to so there’s that. And I purchased some good non-alcoholic drinks.” He says whilst gesturing to the cans of mocktails on the dining table.

“And it's my favourite brand too. What’s the special occasion? You are treating me extra tenderly today .” She queries in a suspecting tone. 

“Just let's sit and eat, I’ll tell you about it after dinner .”

Y/n washes up and takes a sit at her designated spot and after a bite, her eyes roll back in utter ecstasy.

“Jesus, this is so good! Thank God I didn’t eat at Mom’s honestly. I don’t know if I can control myself or become Garfield.”She moans out. Jotaro smiles sheepishly in response and says.

“Eat to your fill.”

This cues an attempt of y/n almost shoving the food down her throat and fortunately, after four pieces she taps out, a noticeable bulge at her stomach as she finally leans back from her chair.

“That was wonderful.” She burps out and apologises confidently for her disregard for table manners.

“I’ve never seen anything like that and I was around a group of boys for a majority of my college years .” Jotaro laughs out half in shock at the speed she ate the dish and half amazed.

“This is why greed is considered a sin,” Y/n responds whilst picking her teeth with a toothpick.

After feeling less full, she helps Jotaro with the dishes which doesn’t take long for Jotaro is a very efficient cook and they head to the sitting room with their cans.

“I got a yacht.” Jotaro says after they settle down.

“Congrats, when will it be unveiled to me?”

“Soon, I’d like to change up a few things for it to be conducive for safe travel.”

“And you are still fidgeting so what gives, what’s the other news?”

Jotaro suddenly kneels and calls Samosa out. She leisurely walks to the sitting room her collar braced with a blue velvet ring box that has y/n throat tightening and her stomach doing so many backflips she thought she’d vomit out the nicely made meal. He removes the ring box from her neck and softly says as he opens the box

“I’d like a tangible assurance of our love for one another. A gentle promise that we’ll make it work. Now that our paths are splitting once more, I hope that you remember me and I’ll come back to you .” 

He reveals two simple gold-plated rings. One’s middle holds a starfish, framed in gold and littered with tiny diamonds and pink gems whereas the other is framed as two koi fish in a circle , this time littered with tiny blue gemstones and diamonds.

She takes the ring box from him and says, 

“I thought you were going to propose, I would have run away .” she softly responds 

“Don’t tempt me.” He then adds.

“Can I help you wear it?” Y/n nods as he takes the starfish from the box and before he places it in the middle she refutes it and instead places it on the index.

“Granny Rhoda always says to never wear your rings on your middle finger unless married. It brings bad luck,” she says after he rises up.

“Didn’t know you were superstitious.” He jokingly says as he sits next to her.

“I’m not, just not taking any chances. Can I help you wear your ring?” She questions softly with a slight smile.

“No problem.” He tenderly replies. After doing so, Jotaro links their fingers and moves her to him , stealing a kiss.

“Jojo you are so cliche.” She says after they split.

“What can I say, I love classics.”

* * *

“But Jojo, what about pirates, and hurricanes, or just heavy storms, did you think this through ?” Holly’s worries air out on speaker as Jotaro prepares breakfast.

“Mom, the African coastal straits are the most peaceful in the world. Plus there are measures to take during such dire conditions. You’re acting as if I plan on starting a pirate crew and I’m attempting to find the one piece.”Jotaro said as he plates y/n’s an over-easy egg. 

“I don’t even know what that means but it seems dangerous. Anyway, you seem already made up so I don’t think you care about my concerns.”Holly sadly responds.

“Of course, I care that you’d know, that’s the whole reason why I informed you.” Jotaro sighs as he mixes his eggs to make his takoyaki omelette.

“Ok, Ok don’t get cranky my dear, Just always keep calling me. I stay worried you know?” Holly says. Suddenly a deep voice that sounds all too similar to Jotaro’s sounds out to say.

“Yes please take care. Mom is always worrying about you.” 

“Ok, Dad. I have to go, love you.” He says as he slowly begins to flip his omelette to its desired layers.

“Love you too dear.” Holly lovingly calls out.

“Take care. Love you too.” Sadao responds with the most blase tone Jotaro has ever heard. 

Jotaro cancels the call and is in a happier mood as his omelette turns out perfect. Then he hears the slow dragging of feet to the sitting room and beholds at the most frazzled form he has ever seen y/n.

“Why do you look like you just have come out from a tornado’s eye.” he jokingly asks though the tone takes the form of his mom’s earlier.

“I have cramps. I feel like I’m getting stabbed multiple times in my uterus and giving birth at the same time.”Y/n croaks out as she slumps herself on the kitchen island

“Yikes. Are they usually this bad? And do you have any painkillers I can get for you?”Jotaro inquires with a frown etched across his face.

“Sometimes though it's been a while, I have taken some ibuprofen, just waiting for it to kick in,” Y/n responds, she puts her head up to look at him through her chest remains atop the kitchen counter and adds.

“Stop making that face, you look like a grumpy cat .” then softly laughs, as though laughing too loud would increase the pain.

“You still have energy to make jokes huh? Well attempt to have breakfast, then we’ll see what we can do.” Jotaro says as he pushes her plate of buttered toasted bread and eggs to her side.

He then prepares their mugs, reheats the tea to make it extra hot and fills up their cups. They have a quiet breakfast. Samosa, who already bullied Jotaro for an early breakfast is out and only the sounds of Jotaro’s favourite tunes make the silence more comfortable.

“Let’s stay in my room, you’ll be nice and comfy there and I’ll be able to take care of you .”

“Okay.” Y/n mumbles and heads to his room as Jotaro finishes cleaning the dishes

He finds her already dozing off and rather than disturb her any further only scoots her enough to cuddle her more comfortably.

The day passes on quietly. Y/n is consistently woken up to take her meds and eat a snack then sleep and after spending the whole day either cuddling up with her or responding to emails praising his work as Jotaro released his research paper only a week earlier, they have a slow and steady day.

Samosa at one point joins them though after accidentally being shoved one too many times, she resorts to staying on her bed and lulling to sleep.

Jotaro wakes up earlier to make bone marrow soup and rice, something he noticed that helped him during his two days of being sick. He then softly shakes her awake to eat dinner and she surprisingly eats well, even asking for seconds which he gladly obliges.

“Bone marrow soup really is the cure to every illness,” Y/n says as she gulps down her second bowl and takes it to the sink.

“I’m glad you liked it. I hoped it wouldn’t be that bad considering it doesn’t taste exactly the same as the one you made for me.”Jotaro sheepishly replies whilst washing the dishes.

“It was more flavourful actually without being too overbearing for my tummy. Now, what's for dessert? I hope it has so much sugar.” Y/n excitedly says as Jotaro heads to the kitchen to plate their after-dinner snack.

He opens the container filled with double biscuits from her favourite bakery and she cries out in delight. 

“You had these delivered? Aw, thank you! I’ve been craving them all day.” she says before separating the layered biscuits and biting on one

“I know, you mumbled them mid-dream.” He calmly replies which almost makes y/n bash his head to the dining table but instead gives him the stink eye and bites once more at the already half-eaten biscuit.

“Can’t you just say welcome rather than embarrassing me?”

“No, where would the fun be in that? And are you getting better ? “ He asks the last part in a more serious tone which she nods at 

“Yeah, I’m not that disturbed, don't worry. By tomorrow, I’ll be chilling just will take some things slower than usual. And thank you for helping me, most people, even women don’t care as much when it comes to my cramps. I appreciate it” She smiles as she says it, crumbs still stuck around her mouth as she finishes her dessert.

“I will always be here for you. Never doubt that.” He responds as he softly wipes off the crumbs from her face.

* * *

Y/n walks into Jotaro’s balcony to find him lightly snoring mid-read. His chest softly inhales and exhales and the book atop it seems to be already halfway done.

With a slight smirk on her face, she slowly yet quickly moves back only to tiptoe back with a lit portion of an old newspaper. She slowly waves it across his face, careful enough to not burn him but close enough for him to smell the smoke and a slow twitching of his nose confirms his return to the conscious world as he slowly opens his eyes, she says

“Jojo, the house is on fire.”

This causes him to stand up straight, adrenaline to the max as he frantically looks at the unburned house in confusion and concern. After getting his grip on the prank, he scowls at a beaming y/n who laughs at his face. 

“Great Buddha aren’t you a handful.” He groans whilst rubbing his face awake.

“You are so gullible.” She replies with a smirk 

“And you cannot live in peace.” He mumbles while slumping down in his chair.

“Aw, don’t be mad, It was just a teeny joke.” She replies while sitting on his lap, arms placed around his neck.

“Give me a kiss and maybe I won’t be so mad.” He pulls her closer as he says so and before y/n is drawn even nearer him she pulls back and says.

“No, I’ll forget what I was coming to tell you. Tonight, the team planned a farewell party for me and I thought you could be my plus one as my unofficial official boyfriend.” She says while looking straight at him.

“What is ‘unofficial-official’ about our current relationship, We make out almost all the time and you have a promise ring from me.” Jotaro bluntly states

“Don’t be so vulgar. And besides, you never asked me to be your girlfriend.” she refutes.

“The promise ring is quite a huge sign.” He responds, the tone never shifting though gazing fondly at their intertwined hands between them

“I just want to be asked.” She silently mumbles while looking at the beach. now that it's approaching May, it seems less congested than it usually is and thus the white sands of the beach seem more exposed to the daylight.

“OK,” He says, his right hand repositioning her jaw to his face.

“Would you be my girlfriend mpenzi wangu?” (My love)

For the nth time y/n thanked God that her complexion does not accept un-melanated behaviours like blushing for he would gloat if he could see how quickly her cheeks rushed with blood at the affectionate Swahili term.

She instead says, “Yes mpenzie (My love), and don’t think you did something by saying that. I know you just want to show how your Swahili has improved.” 

And before he could defend himself, she hops off his lap with claims that she should get ready and he only smiles in amusement.

After her shower, Y/n chooses a creamy milkmaid summer dress with a corseted heart shape top and sheer long sleeves. And despite how she’d love to wear heels, the beach wouldn’t allow it so she chooses her equally creamy slip-on with a simple design. She decides on getting her faux fur jacket to warm her during the night and wears her small pink gemstones on her ears and the matching tiny necklace with the gold chain and decides on a charm bracelet that her granny gave her a while back 

She walks out to already find Jotaro in a loose-fitting polo shirt and loose-washed denim jeans with his white air forces. Surprisingly, he is hatless and his curls seem even bouncier than normal. And as accessories, he sports his favourite Bulgari watch and a mid-size Cuban chain link

“Damn, you really are showing out.” She says as she looks approvingly at his fit.

“Same to you, give me a spin.” He says as he leans back and Y/n twirls.

“Beautiful, though isn't the dress a bit too-”

“We’ll be running late, let's go” She cuts off by giving him his keys and locking up the house. Samosa remains unamused even as they close the door outside while promising to come back soon.

After a surprisingly short drive filled with y/n constantly changing songs midway and Jotaro being mildly irritated by it, they arrive at the soon-to-be-opened “Starfish Hotel”. The entire building seems empty though on looking ahead bright light illuminates the beach area where the tents have been propped up  

As they approach the area, they notice that most people had already arrived.

“Ah, there she is, the guest of honour .” Kate acknowledges as she hugs y/n tightly.

“Wow, y’all went all out .” She says as he looks at the decor.

“Well, It also acts as a welcome to the hospitality staff and a celebratory dinner for the management.” She says unabashedly.

“Killing three birds with one stone.Typical Kenyan behaviour. Anyway, this is my boyfriend Jotaro, Jotaro this is Kate one of my besties here alongside Mary who should be around here.” Y/n introduces as Jotaro shakes his hand with a small ‘pleasure’ and Kate reciprocates the firm enough handshake.

“Oh, Y/n is that you? “ And y/n frowns as she hears the mind-numbing auto of the man casually approaching her while predatorily looking at her.

“Kamau. You’re here?” Y/n questions in a pitchy tone whilst side-eyeing Kate who immediately looks away. As he attempts to raise his hands to a hug she deftly forces a handshake.

“We’ll  miss having you here, no one is quite a looker like you .” He continues to babble and she makes a face like someone is grating metal directly close to her ears. Jotaro firmly holds her waist and moves beside him before saying.

“Hey. I’m Jotaro, Y/n’s boyfriend.” He lowly says while glaring at him. Stunned, Kamau looks up at him and mumbly replies ‘Pleasure’ before quickly making an excuse to exit the thick atmosphere. When he leaves, he questions

“Is that jerk the same Kamau who’s been harassing you at work.”

“Yep, and Kate, you promised not to invite him. What happened.?” Y/n tone laced with betrayal faces a guilty-looking Kate

“He was placed on the organising committee and is good friends with the supervisor. Couldn’t say no.” Kate sheepishly replied.

“Well at least you tried, but you seriously did a good job so I can’t complain. Let’s have the buffet ok.” Y/n reassuringly responds and rubs Kate’s arms.

The buffet has a large variety of food. From ribs and baked honey-coated wings to buttered  naan and garlic fried rice. And a large assortment of sweets which y/n almost squeals at in delight. According to Mary, who eagerly greets y/n and Jotaro, the chefs are testing out new recipes before the big opening. 

As they munch and y/n continues to greet those who come her way with cheerly delight, Jotaro looks on lovingly. He had never seen her at her social element and assumed as much as she was just as much of a homebody as he is, she was just as socially reserved as him but it didn’t seem that way as she eagerly referred to him as ‘Her handsome boyfriend’. The way she would make men who obviously looked onto her with intrigue known well to men, be reminded of his presence and the seriousness of their new relationship. The way that after dinner, despite being a bit too full she danced leisurely with her girlfriends. It was wonderful to see her at her social peak and when the night would become a bit too long, and the partying a tad too annoying, she’d call on him. For now, he was contented to watch her in the distance.

After a few words from the mc who wanted to acknowledge the reason for the festivities, they went back to dancing and y/n, noticing Jotaro was seated, nods at him to dance with her which he declines and she shrugs her shoulders in acceptance as she continues to play whatever party games she’s been shoved into.

“Damn, your girl sure is a beauty.” Mark, one of y/n’s old colleagues with who she is unfamiliar, says as he sits next to Jotaro.

“I know.” He bluntly responds.

“Yeah. Though she is kind of a snob. For a woman, she should have less attitude if she wants to keep a man.” Kamau unnecessarily adds as he sits across Mark.

Jotaro simply grips his cup a tad tighter than normal yet says nothing.

“Really, she seems sweet though, gave me half of her tiramisu when she noticed I didn’t get any.” Mark muses out, his tone seemingly taken by the kind gesture.

“She must have been flirting. And next to Jotaro. Females really are shameless.”

The contents of Jotaro’s cup spill due to how tightly he grips it and at one look at Kamau, he brutishly says in a low tone whilst looking at a wide-eyed Kamau

“Out of respect for my girlfriend’s former colleagues, I kept quiet. But I will not tolerate you hurling insults at her. And she told me all about you. How she could notice that you wanted her. And it took me all the force necessary to not deal with you sooner. So if you don’t want to be pummeled, keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

And then he walked away from a stunned Mark and a quivering Kamau to her who, unaware, was currently failing at a limbo game. She camly accepts defeat when she notices Jotaro near her and says 

“Why are your frown lines showing ?” She smoothens out his forehead which causes him to relax.”

“Nothing my love.” He softly responds, removing her hand from his forehead and giving each one a kiss.

“Stop that, we’re in public.” Y/n shyly says as she removes her hands from his 

This time though, Jotaro joins her in playing some games and after a few wins in his belt all under y/n’s name as she claimed he’s ‘Good at everything’ and couldn’t prove her wrong simply because of pride they head home, happy that they actually went to the event.

* * *

Despite the ignorance played around the Kujo-L/n household, the day came for y/n to take flight. She felt the jitters and anxiety from uprooting her life to someplace new even though it was for a short while. She contemplated cancelling the thing but after Patience went to excruciatingly long details on how difficult it was to get her the visa in a successful attempt to make her feel guilty, she bit down her fears. And yet, the day still arrived.

At the Mombasa SGR terminus, where she would head to the JKIA in Nairobi she looked over the large floor-to-ceiling window which displayed the outskirts of her beautiful city. She had already bid her mom and grandma a tearful one as this was the first time in a long time she had seen her dear mom’s eyes well up. Samosa, who was dropped off with all her toys and remaining food at her place simply let y/n pet her a little more than usual and there was a glint of something when she looked back at her for the last time in a while.

‘First Class boarders, please prepare your luggage as the gates open.’

Patience and Abdul decide that this is the perfect time to rush to the washrooms and Y/n, slightly annoyed remains seated with Jotaro.

“I’ll miss you, my love.” Jotaro sorrowfully says as he hugs her tightly.

“I’ll miss you more. Nakupenda.” Y/n hoarsely replies, attempting to not let her waterly eyes burst into tears. 

And they shared one last kiss even as the last warning for the trains blares out. And as her friends rushedly tell ‘Mr Lover Boy’ to let her go, she releases from their tight hug first and before she enters the train, she notices he mouths something to her in a watery smile.

When they are finally sat and the train begins to move away from Mombasa, as her two menaces attempt to lift her mood by teasing about her little white boy, she realises with a smile that he had mouthed out the phrase,

‘Nakupenda pia.’

( I love you too) 

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