#jolyne is adorable

[ask-dr-kujo]

Dr Kujo, have ever thought about there might be an alternative universe where you were a merman, protecting your daughter, who is a mer-minnow? I have, since I always think of the fact there are multiple universes, each one different and not similar to each other.

It's possible, I guess. There's no way mermaids actually exist, but maybe in another universe..

If so, I hope they're happy..

-Jotaro

I wanna be a MERMAID!! They're so cool!!

-✨️Jolyne✨️

[ask-dr-kujo]

Alright, Jolyne.

..so small

Maybe Jotaro can make up for the time he lost with Jolyne and like, play catch with her or smth

@ask-dr-kujo Dad, wil you play catch with me while still I’m kid-ified like this?

And before you ask, no, we don’t know how the anon did it ☹️

- Jolyne

[whos-hotter-jjba]

JoJo Showdown - Second Match

[thatcakelovingwitch]

first time drawing Jolyne

[ask-dr-kujo]

It's Dad.. he's packing my things he's making me go home!

I don't know when I'll get to see him again!

He won't listen to me!!

-✨️Jolyne✨️

Jolyne runs into the villa with tears running down her face

(@ask-dr-kujo)

Jolyne? What are you doing here, sweetie?

-Bruno Bucciarati

[starry-blue-echoes]

Poor Emporio who's never seen the inside of a restaurant, let alone a house kitchen rolling up into the Cujoh household with a encyclopedic knowledge of what everything does, but no personal knowledge.

Think of a Emporio who both comes off as a rich kid (never cooked, never cleaned because Burning Down the House resets all messes, knows how to drive a car and can drive it better then anyone else, states he's flown a helicopter before) vs. Poor kid Emporio. The kid has never seen good steak, never owned a trading card that wasn't 50+ years old, eats stuff nobody would willingly eat - moldy bread? No prob. Just tear off the mold. No 5 second rule off the floor in this household. Eat it because who knows the next time one can grab food from the cafeteria might be. How to cover up crimes- he knows a lot of people who were unsuccessful at it, or gloried in it, so he can turn around and know what to do to cover it up.

Thus: Irene and her new-found friends agree- he's the abused kid of a Mafia/Yakuza/gang group boss.

I just... someone nourish this poor child. Please. Give him all the love and care. Let him and Weather Report cry their eyes out for the ones that are gone, and bring in a typhoon that screams sorrow and brokeness. And then, after that, let the sun creep in, and the clouds clear to a new day and a new family. Irene is and isn't Jolyene, but they both love him fiercely, and he is happy with that.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Emporio is just a mass of contradicting knowledge and habits and nobody fully knows what it all means. He’s terrifyingly good at taking care of himself and rarely asks for help, but he’s also so clearly way out of his depth and left floundering. It’s also obvious to anyone with eyes that he is incredibly starved of most social interaction and clearly really wants that, but he’s also absolutely terrified of strangers. He prefers hiding by walls and behind objects than standing out in rooms and is really really good at sneaking around

Everyone definitely knows he didn’t have a good life, but the specifics of the situation are almost impossible to pin down, especially when you throw in him omitting details about Stands

And the mafia/gang/yakuza thing…… yeah I can definitely see that connection being drawn. Hell, Emporio’s probably seen a lot of them in the prision, and he definitely learned some stuff from all his eavesdropping

Also that’s a bIG OL YES TO GIVING HIM FOOD

just. Imagine him and Jotaro and Irene and whoever else from the gang is there all together in the kitchen, making pancakes together. Or everyone having dinner together and Emporio being able to eat as much as he wants for the first time in his life. Or Emporio having a nightmare and Irene making him some hot chocolate with marshmallows to make him feel better. Or visiting Hermes family restaurant for the first time and being able to experiment with different foods. Or being able to just go to kitchen and snack whenever he feels like it without having to fear being caught by someone. Or-

Just. Emporio being allowed to live and be a kid

[shreddheir]

Cringetober day 17: fake anime screenshot!

[gncgang]

BIG STONE OCEAN SPOILERS but i’m really proud of this one :) stick around at the end for a special foof surprise

[dahldahlbills]

jolyne really is The jojo

[vivacringe]

Do you ever see something just so cute and perfect you have to preorder it right away.

[ask-dr-kujo]

*Hands Jolyne a turtle*

This is your uncle. Say hello!

My uncle is a turtle?

-✨️Jolyne✨️

[heartkaji]

WHOS YOUR FAV JOESTAR??? MINES JOLYNE AND JOHNNYYYYY

JOSUKEJOSUKEJOSUKEEEE

[ask-dr-kujo]

Alright. If you need me you know where to get ahold of me.

Come on Jolyne, let's take you home.

-Jotaro

Okay...

-✨️Jolyne✨️

Are you sure you want me to leave?

I can get rid of this guy if he's bothering you.

-Jotaro

(@ask-dr-kujo)

It's fine, just let him be. He'll leave on his own.

-Giorno Giovanna

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Higashikata Mitsuba Preliminary Poll

[r3starttt]

UNDONE

PAIRING: Caitlyn x reader

CW: request. been in my drafts for too long. mentions of spit. finger sucking. fingering. oral. kinda public sex(? mean caitlyn. thigh riding. many filth!!!

TAGLIST: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @tlouloser @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @patronagrona @halle5s @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @fakevalentine

There's something intoxicating about having you on her lap. Uniform still covering her body while the fingers that aren't covered by her gloves take a thick grip on your bare skin.

The contrast between your vulnerable body against hers, your warm skin while hers stays cold. She adores the sight of your nipples hardening beneath her body, how you react to the friction her uniform provides you and how you always leave a wet spot on her thighs after she's got you sucking on her fingers while her other hand touches everywhere around your clit just to mess with you.

She loves having you on your knees too. Your clit rubbing at the edge of her boots while your mouth opens for her to spit on it. It's delightful to watch you gag when she deepens her fingers to play with your spit, to have you moaning against her leg when she leans close enough to extend her hand and rub at your clit. Or when you start to beg her for anything.

Caitlyn loves how much she can pity you. How you don't know as much as she does whenever you step on her office. She loves having you following her around like a puppy, taking you in her office when she notices you're too insecure about the lack of knowledge when council members adress whatever with her on when one of the many people that work for her interrupt your conversations to discuss something important with her. She loves calling you pretty while her hand stays put beneath your clothes while you grind. She loves reminding you it's you she chose, it's you she loves but it's also you who could be a reminded of why so far she hadn't settled for no woman.

And it's a constant dag in the heart she seems to enjoy. One Caitlyn gets the most wet at. Having you sitting on her desk, legs wide open while she leans close enough for her breath to hit on your inner thighs while her blue orbs meet yours. "Quiet or I stop." threat after threat she knows it hurts.

You always nood at her, hesitant on approaching to her skin and just brushing some strands away from her face. "You didn't lock the door." The vulnerable in your voice maddens her, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand above your wet folds, making you tease yourself while her body shifts to stand up, straighten herself and kiss you properly.

"They know they can't come in." Her murmur suffocating as you fight the temptation of doing the work yourself and rubbing on your clit.

"Caitlyn." Your tone comes out quiet just like she ordered, and she nods for you to speak. But you don't.

"If you want me to stop, I will." Her fingers hold your ribs and up your breasts, taking your nipples between her fingers just enough to make you shake your head and open your legs further for her. "Good."

And just like that she's got her lips cupping at your clit, pressing gentle kisses while you let yourself rest in the cold of her desk. Your legs on each of her shoulders while she sits on her usual chair. Hands and nails playing with your nipples if not tracing the paths of your lips to make sure your mouth stays shut.

But you can't fully obbey her- she's been warned by many. A young lady like you who's not used to an environment like hers should never be the woman Caitlyn settles for.

And your mouth parts open, hoping if not praying her fingers would make their way into your tongue to shut you like she does. But it doesn't happen and as much as the humiliation runs in your heat, you can't help yourself but whine her name. And how could you not when her tongue teases to fill your drenched hole, when your clit gets sucked if not biten by her hunger.

Cailtyn is always smarter than you. And just like her, you've been warned-- seen it yourself. There's always a reason behind her every move.

She's got you squirming beneath her, chin dripping with your wetness while her tongue plays with your pussy, deepening her eventual thrusts to obscenely slurp you. That until she feels you close, she can hear you, sense the knot in your stomach.

And so, she pulls back. Her grip on your legs is aggressive as she drags her chair far enough to watch the mess you've done on her desk, admire the bruises around your pussy and the wet on your thighs. "I told you to stay quiet." Her posture straightens, taking your hips closer to her own clothed ones.

Her lips come to your forehead, cupping your chin to make you look at her. "You want to come? do it yourself."

[nicofics]

𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚..

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: being the wife of jotaro kujo is very hard

notes: i think i had a plan for this. then i got carried away………. also i haven’t wrote anything in like 3 decades so ignore how random this one is

being jotaros wife is hard, even though you’re used to it by now, sometimes it catches up with you, even though you’re a stand user. you had met jotaro on the trip to eygpt, you had tried to kill him due to dios flesh bud; jotaro had saved you. after that, the two of you grew close, even closer after the trip, since you were the only one his age that was left. you had even went with him to morioh, though, thats a different story. you were the mother of jolyne, she was the light of your life. you both had her young, but you wouldn’t change when you had her, you thought it was perfect timing.

jotaro went out alot, he tried to keep it a secret, what he was doing. you knew. you knew those lies about ‘studying how starfish react to different temperatures’ was bullshit. you knew that he was out fighting stand users in search for more stand arrows. polnareff had accidentally told you when he had a bit too much to drink. you wanted to shout at him, scream at him even. how could he not tell you? did he not trust you anymore? but everytime you tried to bring it up, he always did something to change the topic without knowing it.

just like right now. you were in the kitchen, jolyne had already gone to bed, she had school in the morning. you and her ate alone, as per usual. jotaro had just came home, he walked into the kitchen you both owned, a tired smile on his face, a smile only you ever got to see. “hey” he spoke, he sounded exhausted. you turned to look at him, begging yourself to tell him. “hi, jotaro” he walked over behind you, resting his head ontop of yours. oh how you melted when he did that, you turned around to face him. looking eachother in the eyes full of love, you both wonder how you got so lucky

“is jolyne in bed?” he broke the silence, you nodded, “yeah, i put her to bed awhile ago, she wasn’t happy that you weren’t there to tuck her in though” jotaro chuckled slightly, a breathy laugh. you smiled, you adored his laugh. he let you go, walking towards the bedroom you both shared, it was spacious, a large king sized bed, partially because it was on sale, partially because it was the only bed that jotaro could fit on “how was work?” you asked, practically desperate to keep the conversation alive, just so you can hear his voice once more. “fine, how about you?” you were a neurological surgeon, having seen many die on the eygpt trip, you decided to become a surgeon. brain surgery practically called you to specialise. “it was okay, tough today though” he nodded, understand the difficulty of your line of work

you stared to get changed into your pyjamas, jotaro took notice of this, and began to do so as well. eventually, you were both changed, and now getting under the covers, this was you favourite part of the day. jotaro turned on a small lamp, picking up his glasses and a book he began to read. you lay your head to rest on his arm, watching as he flicked through the pages every few minutes or so. his silent breathing lulling you to sleep, your eyes getting heavy, though, before you could give in, you heard his voice. “goodnight. love”