#jolyne loving hours

[jotawaifu]

Kiss Art Challenge 19 - Neck (Back)

[courtesanofdeath]

CLAMP ☆ JOLYNE

[a-through-l]

Like father, like daughter.

[bellarosethefangirl]

3 & 4

Hi thank you anon 💗 Hope my answers don’t disappoint. All I can say is I’m embarrassing 🏃🏻‍♀️ thanks for dealing with my fangirl nonsense

3. Best JoJo?

This one was tough but I gotta say it was between Johnathan and Jolyne. I very much am a fan of each jojo. The best jojo is Jolyne Kujo 😍! I wish there could be more content for her I adored her character so much. She’s a badass, doesn’t take shit, selfless, self-sacrificing, understanding, funny, and has many more lovable characteristics. Someone please hire me to make a spin-off about Jolyne Kujo I’ll do anything! 👀📝

4. Best JoBro or side protagonist?

Bruno Bucciarati 🥰 he’s so lovable I can’t tell you how much merchandise I have for the man. He’s such a badass and he has so many loveable traits as well. He’s got charisma, charm, loyalty, he’s self-sacrificing, and the list could go on. Bruno could command me to lick the sidewalk and I’d do it without hesitation 😌

[beneathashadytree]

FAMILY - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, first-time parents, this is set between SDC and DIU, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Been rewatching JJBA and yearning for a family with this man.

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“She’s so small.”

Jotaro’s voice was just as small; quiet enough that they barely heard him through the thin walls separating the bathroom from their bedroom. After having washed up a little in the middle of the night (something they rather enjoyed, amidst all the fuss of waking up at ungodly hours to feed their daughter), they made their way back to their room.

The scene they walked in on was something that must’ve come straight out of their most personal dreams, one that a younger version of them would’ve been pining after every single day and blushing furiously as their imagination ran with them.

There was Jotaro, lying back in bed with his legs crossed as he always was—only this time, his shirt was pulled off and strewn to the side somewhere. Jolyne’s tiny body was nestled against his naked chest, her clean skin a little flushed and all endearing. Her entire fist was curled around just one of her father’s fingers, while his other hand cradling her head was carefully brushing through her dark tufts of hair.

It was that sight alone that sent their heart pounding in their chest and threatening to burst through their ribcage with sheer adoration. “You’re really keen on listening to the nurse’s advice for skin-to-skin contact, huh?”

His response wasn’t verbal; just a nod of his head and a mesmerized look on his face as he watched their daughter coo a little at the soothing motions he did. She seemed to be just as attached as he was, half-asleep and blinking up drowsily at him, while still leaning into his every touch in the way that endearingly clingy babies did.

“Jolyne likes it,” Jotaro simply said, his teal eyes softer than they’d ever seen as he regarded Jolyne with that same rare adoration that he bestowed upon the very few people he adored, undeniably so. He only tore his gaze away from her to look at them as they crawled into bed beside their spouse and daughter. “It’s late, and you’re tired. You should sleep.”

“So should you.” Their hand came to rest on the left side of his chest, palm settling against the warm skin and feeling every reassuring thump of his heart beating. A soft caress only helped his heart to pick up the pace, and a small, almost-imperceptible blush to rise up the tips of his ears. “You’ve been getting up almost every single night, and even feeding her on the days I’m too exhausted. You need rest too, darling.”

Jotaro stilled for a few moments, before turning his attention back to little Jolyne, who seemed to be close to slipping back into her dreamless slumber. He didn’t utter a word for a bit; long enough for them to start doubting he’d say anything at all.

Until, that is, he broke the silence with six little words, softly spoken with all the yearning in the world, and with his eyes looking so tenderly at her; like he was cradling the entire world in his hands, despite being calloused hands that had—for a heart-achingly long time—only ever been used for violence and bloodshed.

“I don’t want to miss anything.”

It dug deep into their heart and nestled there, right with all of the millions of reasons they’d already had and learnt as to why they love him so wholly; that keenness of his that branded him as someone so fiercely devoted to the few he let inside his impossibly high walls. And it was a privilege that they wanted to cherish forever.

“You won’t miss out on anything if you just let yourself relax.” They leaned in to press a soft kiss to his slightly-stubbled cheek. “We’ll still be here in the morning, I promise you. We’re not going anywhere.”

All they got was a grunt to show that he was listening, and nothing more. Jotaro remained fixated on the sight of Jolyne’s chubby cheeks smooshed against his skin, and rosy with the happiness of a good feed.

But they could see how their words seemed to settle into his mind, as the tension unwound between his shoulders, and his body sunk deeper into the pillows he’d nestled against. The small furrow between his thick eyebrows had slowly melted away, and the ever-so-gentle quirk of his lips into a half-smile brought their heart to a near-stop.

He huffed out what sounded like a quiet chuckle. “I’ll hold you to your word, then.”

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling @mrsgiovanna

[jolyfics]

Could I pretty please get some 6taro falling in love again headcanons? Them snake pants make me weak at the knees~

𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: hcs of 6taro falling inlove again

notes: hope you like this!! i honestly could just write jotaro stuff for hours. i love my little guy sm

you two probably met at work

being a marine biologist too, you both had a good amount in common already

you definitely spoke to him first

probably about work related stuff

once he saw you istg he was practically MESMERISED

though obviously he said nothing

he would keep his cool in front of you but when hes in private he will definitely just stare at a wall and think about you

since then he subconsciously would sit beside you at lunch, keep a spare umbrella incase it rains and so on

eventually you’d catch onto this and confront him you found it cute though

he’d come clean, he’s more mature than his younger self once was

though he wouldn’t confess anything to you

he’d keep that locked up inside of him purely for how jolyne would react to him dating someone else

he doesn’t wanna hurt her :(

you’d have to tell him your feelings first, though he’d be hesitant at the start of your relationship, he soon grows more comfortable dating again

you two would obviously go on aquarium dates

i get the vibes that 6taro just loves going to the cinema, so expect alot of that too

he works alot, so you’d have to coach him to take more breaks

he probably loves just sitting with you

i get the idea that his love language is quality time, so be wary at how clingy he’s gonna be

you will hardly ever get time to yourself

hes not doing anything wrong, he might not even be talking to you. he just likes your company alot

[lemonmaid]

*kicks feet and giggles*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I join?"

"No".

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're changing her next nappy".

"Shit!"

"Language!"

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

"How long will you be gone for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going again?".

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

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

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

"(Name).."

"Jotaro! It's been weeks-"

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

"I- love you-".

The line went dead.

[joestarfoundation]

JOHOES: Strap-ons. . .

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

Johoes x Fem!Reader

How these girls would fuck you with a strap-on

Suzie Q, Reimi, Trish: She and you have been secretly crushing on each other for months. One night, after a few drinks, you finally confess your feelings. At that moment, you suggest her to use your brand new strap-on on you, she seems a little hesitant but in the end she proceeds to do it, and god at that moment you wondered why you hadn't told her before to get laid with you because surprisingly she does know how to fuck you well with her girlcock more than any other man nsfw link

Lisa Lisa, Yukako: After an exhausting party, a party that left you quite tired, you arrived home only to find your wife, who at that moment was wearing a beautiful strap-on tied to her, you knew it, you knew that after seeing that there was no way for you to go straight to bed without first bouncing on her girlcock, while your ass was spanked mercilessly by her hands, with your wrists tied, and swearing that you would never arrive at this hour again, unless you spend another additional hour between her legs or sucking her strap nsfw link

Erina, Hot Pants: It was midnight, you and your newlywed wife were in bed, hugging each other. After having eaten her out, she said she wanted to return the favor, but not between your legs, no, she wanted to use a toy on you. So at that moment you were by her side, taking her girlcock deep in your pussy, while her hands went to your breasts. Her kisses filled your face, occasionally her mouth would go down to leave a lovebite on your neck. She was going to make sure you came more than once that night<3 nsfw link

Mariah, Jolyne, Hermes: All your bestie wanted was to bang you, so when she found out that the guy you liked so much rejected your feelings, she offered to have a girl's night together. After a lot of gossip and makeup, she told you that she was dying to see you naked, and that made you blush. After that, she smirked at you and asked "Do you want to try something new with me? You'll love it" And you accepted, now being ass up in the air, with your bestie behind you, pounding you as if the world was going to end. You didn't know whether to regret saying yes, because of how abrupt she was with you, or thank her, since her girlcock made you immediately forget about your pathetic ex-crush. Now you have your friend. What more could you ask for? Do not doubt at all that she is going to beat up that motherfucker! nsfw link

Here you can find more posts like these

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Tag Highlights - Jolyne Cujoh Loving Hours

[princelylove]

Oh I love how you add Holy and Lisa Lisa in, I love them too, need more content for them ~

I wonder how would their reaction/feeling and punishment when they discover darling's love is fake, they just pretending to love them so they can escape.

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Hii, 🏵️anon. Cutting a few out since I wanted to go into detail- I’ll probably make a continuation of the others down the line. 

Content warnings: Reader death, noncon/dubcon in Jolyne’s part, general violence, and gaslighting 

Holly would hate to hear that! She herself wouldn’t punish you, she’s definitely going to cry about it and lock herself in her kitchen for a little bit. She’s deeply hurt, how could you say something like that to your wife?? She channels her emotion into cooking or baking something she knows you like to eat. It’s an apology gift, and she’s prepared a list of things she’s going to do better for you! Holly hopes you forgive her, and understands if you still need some time to think about things. But, in the end, Holly’s not willing to get a “divorce,” so you’re not going anywhere. She sits on her knees and shoves her hands under her legs when she brings you breakfast, and tries not to talk too much. Is her voice annoying? Do you not like how she makes things cutesy? She rents books about marriage, watches programs on television about relationships, and calls her mother or father for advice. She might even vent to Jotaro, but she tries not to. She doesn’t want to worry him- mainly because he has no problem breaking bones. 

It… doesn’t really matter if you like Jotaro or not. As long as you submit, he’s going to lie to himself. You can say whatever you want, he’s just going to tell you to shut up and stop whining. You’re stupid, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You need him, and he needs you to just stay put and let him protect you from the evils of the world.. Jotaro’s convinced that everything is trying to eat you, and he’s not going to just let it. He won’t punish you until you actually do something- words are just words, and Jotaro is convinced you’re all bark and no bite. If he catches you storing ‘shit’ to take when you run away, he’ll drag you by your wrists into your room, make sure you sit and stay, put everything back, and give you a light slap on your wrist. Jotaro would prefer to restrain you with his own hands, but he can’t really sit there and hold you down all day, so chains will have to do until he’s ready to “cuddle” for the night- which is just him holding you down and smelling your neck for a couple hours. Try to run away too often and Jotaro will just take away your ability to walk. You can keep your legs, he won’t remove them, but he will break them. He babies you throughout the healing process. When your legs finally do heal, if you still aren’t willing, he’ll just break them again. It was fun taking care of you, why wouldn’t he? 

Josuke takes it pretty personally. It’s hard not to. I mean, you can’t just go around saying that he’s a “creep” and “not your boyfriend.” Words have meaning, babe. You can’t throw a tantrum just ‘cause he got a little handsy with you. It’s just him. Somebody’s gonna hear you and think he’s beating you or something, you gotta cut it out. Josuke’s fairly lenient compared to the rest of his family- what are you really escaping from? He’s not trapping you, and it’s not like he really gets in your way. You’re overreacting ‘cause he didn’t read the room right, jeez. Josuke’s going to gaslight you and physically get in the way of every exit. He scoffs a bit when you tell him he’s overbearing- who, him?? What’s he done that’s overbearing? Oh! Oh, he’s overbearing ‘cause he wants to know what his partner is doing?? Yeah, right, that makes total sense- look, why don’t you just blow off some steam and come talk to him when you have a real problem with his behavior. 

Giorno already knows. Did you truly believe that you would be able to hide something like that from him? Giorno survives off of hope- Perhaps Guido’s philosophy of “things will always work out in the end” has rubbed off on him. You’ll come around. He won’t react to minor threats or tantrums, not even directly getting in his face and screaming at him will make Giorno budge. The only real way to get under his skin is to attempt to abandon him- he feels everything he felt when he was little. He’s just a small, frail little boy again when he finds your hoard of essentials hidden away. If you want to leave him so badly, fine, leave him. One of his bodyguards will bring you back, and he’ll try again, after a bit of coping with his situation (Brooding in his room wondering what could possibly be so awful about him), and starving you of any enrichment or social interaction. If you ever were to strike him, or otherwise attempt his life, Giorno’s instincts would take over. His hands tremble so much that he drops whatever weapon he confiscated from you mid attempt, and he’ll stay frozen in place until Guido or Sheila E comes to check on him. 

Jolyne was hoping her insecure thoughts were wrong. Part of her wants to snap, The hell is wrong with you? Of course you love her, you’re making her sound like she’s Narciso or something. You were just cuddling up to her telling her how big her muscles were the other day, did you get a fuckin’ lobotomy done on you in the hour she left you alone? The other part of her falls into a bit of a depression. Of fucking course you don’t love her. She was really trying, too. She could beat your ass for lying to her, but she’s not gonna. She’s too miserable. She throws herself into the gym and replays every single interaction she’s ever had with you- that was seriously all a lie so you could get her off your ass? The next time you see her- which is likely her hunting you down- she traps you in a small room, probably your cell. She genuinely just wants to talk about how cruel you are. If you try to run, Jolyne gets in your way, and uses her stand to hold you in place. Looking down at you like this, all tied up… it just sorta clicks. This is how it’s meant to be. Your door locks, right? Probably not, she can put something in front of it. She’s got some pent up frustration to take out on you. 

[astradis]

She Wants A Baby

(P4-5) Jotaro x OC (Astor Prism)

Implications of 🍒💀, suggestive content, unhappy marriage, neglectful husband Jotaro (BUT HE GETS BETTER), Astor misses cherry boy

feel free to insert yourself/your oc into this if you’d like! i’m just proud of this <3 if you’re curious about astors appearance, here you go!

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Jotaro slung his bag over the passenger seat and walked his way around to the drivers seat. Exhausted, he sat with his full weight, the car bouncing up and down a little before settling with him inside.

He shut the car door and covered his face with his palm, swiping downward and blinking away his exhaustion. He sat staring out the front window for a few seconds before finally turning the key into the ignition and turning on the air conditioning, preparing for his forty-five minute drive back home.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time - it was only 11:43, by the time he gets home it should be just after midnight. Jolyne will be asleep and Astor will be… doing whatever she’s doing when he gets there.

As Jotaro put the car into drive, he began to think about how he doesn’t know his wife as much as he used to. With the amount of work he’s had lately, all his time is occupied by the foundation. Working 12 hour, sometimes 18 hour shifts back to back, heading home to sleep for nearly 2 hours before he has to get up and work again.

This is exactly the reason Priscilla initiated a divorce in the first place. The man prioritized his work. His family? Merely an afterthought.

He wished that they could understand it was the other way around. He worked so much to be able to support his family. The paycheck was entirely worth it. Having Astor at home being able to take care of Jolyne and spend time with her friends (that being Priscilla) was all Jotaro wanted for her. She worked so much before he took the load, she deserved to rest. Jolyne deserved to have bountiful christmases and birthdays. Jotaro was the man of the house, and what kind of man would he be if he wasn’t working?

Not only that, but with the dangers that came along with being a stand user, he couldn’t imagine what he would do with himself if harm came to his family. It would’ve been a good excuse if Astor wasn’t a stand user as well, but it was an excuse regardless. Astor is capable of protecting Jolyne, she’s capable of protecting their family - Priscilla included.

Jotaro could protect them too, but he knew that as a Joestar, there could be so much else that could go wrong. He didn’t want to put that on his loved ones.

Caught up in his head, time passed quicker than he had expected it to. He didn’t remember half of the drive, but all that mattered is that he was in the driveway and the lights in the house were dim.

Lethargically dragging himself to the front door, he fumbled around with his keys and walked in. His gaze facing downward, removing his shoes as he shut the door behind him. Bringing his eyes up to the kitchen as he removed his blazer, he spotted Astor brewing tea with two cups on the counter.

“Hey,” Jotaro greeted, walking in and settling down on the couch with his arm over his face.

“Hi,” Astor replied quietly, the sound of the spoon clinking against the porcelain of the tea cup filling the silence.

“You’re still up,” Jotaro said, stating the obvious in attempt for a conversation.

Astor was quiet for a bit, save for the ‘ting-ting-ting’ of the spoon and cup, before even that sound became quiet too.

The soft padding of Astor walking up behind and around to the couch with a cup of tea in each hand was louder than it should’ve been. She placed one in front of Jotaro on the coffee table, and held hers close to her chest.

“You’ve gotten home around 12 for three days in a row, I wanted to catch you while you’re still awake,” Astor responded, sipping her tea. The remote on the coffee table was looking more inviting than usual.

“I know,” Jotaro said, adjusting his posture and tasting the tea. Earl grey, the perfect amount of bitter and sweet, and something else he couldn’t put his finger on.

The two sat in silence for a few more seconds that felt more like hours.

“I want to have a baby,” Astor stated.

Jotaro felt his heart stop. He choked on his tea briefly, setting it back down on the coffee table, the abrupt movement causing some tea to spill out and onto the glass.

He finally turned and made eye contact with Astor for the first time in about a week. Her eyes were red, bags he’d never seen before had formed underneath. She had a line between her brow that seemed to have made itself comfortable. She was so exhausted, just like he was. She was trying.

Astor spoke up again through the silence. “I love Jolyne. I see so much of you in her. When I have her here, it’s like you’re home again. It’s like I’m raising you.

“When she’s gone, I’m lonely. It’s just me. The house is quiet. I haven’t felt the warmth of someone next to me in bed for weeks.” Astor broke the eye contact, looking to the door, taking another sip as if to calm herself. “I want to have a baby.”

Jotaro continued to stare, partially in disbelief, mostly because she was so beautiful. Motherhood had caught up to her, regardless if Jolyne was hers or not. She was already a mother in the most important ways. She wants to have a baby?

“I didn’t get to see Jolyne when she was born,” Astor continued. “I didn’t get to

see the diapers phase, I didn’t see her terrible twos,” she took a breath. “I didn’t get to be a mom yet.”

“You want to have a baby,” Jotaro repeated.

“I want to have a baby,” Astor confirmed.

She wants to have a baby.

Jotaro blinked once, then again, then again. She wants to have a baby. With him.

“I,” Jotaro started. “I don’t know what to say.”

Astor shrugged, looking down.

“Okay.”

She stood up from the couch and walked toward the stairs, Jotaro’s eyes following her as she went.

“Wait,” Jotaro called out to her, but made no effort to stand from his spot on the couch. Astor stopped her movement at the first step, waiting for him to say anything else.

He didn’t.

She continued her way up the stairs, quietly, as to not wake up Jolyne in the room right after.

Jotaro knew he wasn’t the best at communicating, but this was bullshit.

He took a glance at the tea, noting that flavor he had never been able to point out before. Ever since Astor had started making it for him, the taste was prevalent. Something he had never had before. He loved it. He loved her.

He couldn’t remember the last time he kissed her. Or the last time they’d hugged. Shared a meal, slept in bed together; he couldn’t remember a lot of things. The only thing that he knew was his wife was a blessing, a godsend. An angel.

The moment he proposed to her was the moment he knew he made the right choice with the right woman. She was everything he ever wanted. He had her, why did she feel like she didn’t have him?

Maybe it’s because she married the wrong man. The right one died over twenty years ago.

How could it be possible that what’s right for him is entirely wrong for her? Was that just his luck? Is it possible that everything he touched would be ruined one day?

She wants to have a baby.

Everything Jotaro does is for his family. All the work, all the traveling, all the time spent away is for them. He wants to do the best he can for them, he’s given them everything and more. She wants a baby.

Before he could even blink, he was in front of their shared bedroom door that was kept slightly ajar.

As he entered, his shadowed figure overtook the doorway from where Astor lay. She felt her stomach turn, watching him enter the dim room and shut the door behind him, encapsulating them entirely in the dark save for the lights outside their windows.

She felt the bed dip from her right, her back facing him. She felt his hand run across the length of her torso, his arm wrapping around to her chest, his front flat against her back.

Astor felt his breath against her neck, and his voice enter her ear.

“You want a baby,” Jotaro muttered, holding her close. Astors breath hitched, and the air was suddenly thicker.

Her hands found their way to his arm, leading their way up to his fingers and caressing them.

“I want you,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, a sudden wet warmth running down her face from her eyes.

In his touch, she felt him. The feeling of his hand now brushing against her cheek and turning her to face him. He was gentle, he was sweet, he was home.

The darkness framed his face perfectly. As she reached her hand to run her fingers through his hair, she felt a hat and was set back in reality.

Jotaro wiped a tear with his thumb, a piece of her he was entirely too familiar with. He felt her remove his hat and let his curl fall. She couldn’t see, but he was a mess.

“When you want something,” Jotaro quietly spoke up. “I give it to you.”

He felt her nodding in his hand.

“I give you everything.” Jotaro said. “You’re spoiled.”

Astor couldn’t tell if her involuntary laugh was sincere, or of disconnect.

“…I’ll lower my hours.” He offered, hesitant to accept his own words.

“Just be here.” Astor shook her head. “With me. With Jolyne. Priscilla.”

“Don’t bring her up when I’m trying to have sex with you,” Jotaro leaned in for a kiss.

Astor smiled against his lips, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he pecked her lips softly, an immediate yearning beckoning in the foreground of his mind.

As a car passed by, Astor caught a glimpse of Jotaro. He is soft. He is gentle, he is sweet. He’s home.

She brushed aside the curl against his forehead and leaned back in for another kiss. This is all she wanted, this is all she needed. He’s right. When she wants something, he gives it to her.

She wants a baby.

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had thoughts help.

So. Magical Girl AU. 2 ideas. First one is one I've touched upon very briefly before, but I love the idea of Weather's initial rage not simply being darkness but instead an overwhelming light, that relentlessly burns and destroys/ensnails anything near him. The darkness that overtook him actually calmed him, sealing that destructive light away. (Also maybe the dark was tied to Perla somehow idk.)

Then Pucci showed up and misread the situation completely. So now not only is Weather devoid of dark, he also is lacking in light as well, since that's still sealed away.

And when some light enters him again, and weakens that seal... well. Nobody liked what happened after that.

2nd idea: Perhaps those possessed by darkness look a little... off. Unless their modus operandi depends on going unnoticed, like Kira, they have some feature that twists their appearance, different for each person, and growing more pronounced the longer their body remains darkened. I imagine this would make the part 5 and 6 designs very interesting. :)

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

tbh, this AU is rotating really hard in my head and this is P E R F E C T

for the first part, I had an idea to both make it better and worse :>

so as I mentioned before, humans and most Earth Creatures in this are naturally born as beings of Light. However, what if while they can be corrupted by outside sources of Darkness, it's also somewhat..... natural, so to speak. Pain, fear, anger, even apathy, those feelings all make it a bit easier for Darkness to be inside them, but in healthy small amounts. Light meanwhile has more to do with emotions like happiness, determination, justice and can drive it back.........

so what if before his memories were taken, Weather completely gave into his newly unlocked Light. His Light that was once righteous and warm because burning and scalding, driving away the Darkness that would've been the balm to soothe his grief

Pucci (albeit accidentally and unintentionally) giving him this all powerful Light in the middle of his grief took away his ability to process his feelings and what had happened with Perla. These feelings toward tragedy are natural, healthy even, and necessary for the healing process. Instead, Weather got a bright, powerful but uncontrollable Light forced upon him that he didn't know how to use. He was a Magical Girl yes, and he wasn't necessarily a corrupted one, but that's simply because the Light burned too strong and bright to let it

The Light wanted justice, and in this case it was very close to vengeance. Perla was innocent and kind, and these people were hardly good. Perhaps they themselves were corrupted with Darkness, and Weather's own Light reacted to fight back, to protect, to try so desperately to keep him and what little he had left safe. The Light made him tunnel vision so much he didn't notice those getting caught in the crossfire nor the way his own body was slowly burning inside out. Didn't notice how his grief and anger and sadness where suddenly nonexistent beyond the desire to Do Good And Help By Getting Rid Of The Threat

Pucci awakening his power nearly spelt the end for Weather's life, had it gone for a few more hours

maybe that's also why Pucci brought him to Green Dolphin, hoping that the oppressive and constant Darkness will keep the seals firmly shut

this also raises the fun possibility of Jolyne And Co healing him not with Light like they usually have but with Darkness. Maybe Emporio could help here since he's been exposed to so much that it's basically a permanent part of him now, and in the process it helps balance himself out. They almost swap the excess power they have and finally get to be at peace

(also, I think for this bit I had a fun idea for the rain imagery. This whole time Weather is practically glowing, radiating Light constantly and the longer it goes one the more he begins to burn. His skin begins to crack in places, his eyes lighten to white, his hair begins to grow black at the tips and curl like it's been set on fire

((Actually hey what if Weather's hair is white because the overwhelming light from that one time basically bleached his hair))

but then....... when it's finally over. When they manage to douse the flames the overwhelming Light has brought, to give him Darkness to let him finally feel........ it gets cloudy and rains and finally Weather gets the chance to cry)

And shifting gears for the second idea, OF COURSE

Limbs and nails and teeth that are a bit too long or numerous, eyes that are a bit too vivid or have colored sclera, patches of skin that don't look quite right like instead they're scaled or leathery or just the completely wrong color, hair that seems to defy physics or sway in a nonexistent wind or not be completely made of hair at all, voices that have strange qualities and echoes to them, etc etc :)

Giorno and Emporio both grow up surrounded by those traits 24/7 and kinda got desensitized to it all. If anything, this is how people look and are supposed to be. To them, if someone looks normal they're an even bigger threat because that means either a) they're a trap and trying to get you to lower your guard and/or b) they're powerful enough to hide

[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.

[giggly-squiggily]

Someone stop me- the Jojo brain rot is strong in this one..

(onslaught of Jojo tickle thoughts below the cut) (possible spoiler warning for all parts anime)

-Mista getting hurt but not wanting to experience Golden Experience's painful "healing again" so Giorno has to tickle him while he heals as a distraction

-Joseph having the brain blast of using Harmon during tickle fights to see what would happen.

-Caesar also learning what happens when Harmon is introduced to tickle fights aka said tickles being even MORE effective and now he's getting wrecked even more so by said Dork-star

-Jonathan being really ticklish but the type to just curl up in a ball and give up whenever Erina decides to get him. He's a big guy and could probably win if he tried but he's far too giggly and way to nervous of accidentally hurting her so he just kinda takes it

-Okuyasu, Koichi and Josuke making a bet among themselves to see if Jotaro's ticklish only to unlock the deadly tickle monster that is Star Platinum upon themselves

-Fugo losing all steam in his anger whenever someone (Giorno) squeezes his hips from behind. Immediately disarmed, he's already forgotten what got him so angry and now he's soft and giggly

-Weather Forecast forgetting what tickling is and point blank asking Jolyne to tickle him much to Anasui's jealousy.

-Weather Forecast regretting his decision almost immediately when Jolyne finds all his tickle spots in ten seconds flat. Even more so when he tries tickling her back but she's not ticklish (her only spot is her birthmark/neck but he doesn't know that)

-Polnareff growing bored and deciding to start a poke war with Kakyoin. Onlookers can't help but laugh at these two grown men giggling like children as they jab at one another. They try to get Jotaro but stop when he threatens to beat them to a pulp.

-Narancia wanting to have a dance party but no one's really moving so he starts tickling everyone to encourage them only to immediately get wrecked in return.

-Abbacchio distracted by his music so much he doesn't feel Bruno near him until it's too late and he's getting wrecked by zipper man. Cuts to Giorno, Mista and Narancia all: !!!!! Cause they never knew the purple haired man was ticklish

-Fugo encouraged to find new ways to take out his anger so he uses tickles which works out cause Narancia loves tickle fights and he can safely work through his immediate feelings of rage without the use of a fork to the face

-Giorno turning random objects into feathery creatures and stashing them in the gang's pockets/down their shirts for maximum tickling antics.

-Hermest trying to do Jolyne's hair but she keeps giggling cause said woman's nails keep brushing her neck and shoulders. She starts doing it intentionally until Jolyne uses her Jostar(tm) strength to pull her down and have a proper tickle fight. F.F. joins in pretty quickly.

-Anasui who'll cut your head off if you even try tickling him but lets Jolyne get away with it cause he's got a crush on her. He's only ticklish if she's doing it- everyone else gets no reaction (mostly. W.F might get one if he's lucky)

-Dio and Pucchi having tickle fights when Pucchi was younger cause he reminds Dio of Jonathan sometimes and he strangely misses the rare times they did get along like brothers before he utterly ruined it once more

-Trish trying to give Mista a facial but he's so giggly cause his face is ticklish he ends up getting the mask in his eye and has a red eye for a good few hours (worth it- his face never felt more smooth)

-Jolyne gathering up Emporio in her arms and tickling him cause she can and he's cute when he's laughing and giggling. She's a real mean tickle monster when she wants to be

-Joseph attempting to tickle Speedwagon cause he can. He usually wins as Speedwagon is still as ticklish as he was when he was Jonathan's age and also Joseph has the advantages of youth and size on his side.

[jojosbizzarewife]

Grocery Shopping Headcanons

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Always makes a list

Speedwagon

Caesar

Always includes a snack or treat for you on the list - you can't say no, it's on the list

Koichi

Kira

Tonio

Fugo

Narancia

He needs a list, will forget everything and come back with nothing

Ghiaccio

Gets exactly what's on the list and leaves - hates browsing and being around others

Pucci

Hot Pants

Norisuke

Never makes a list

Joseph

Insists on buying a pack of gum from the checkout every time

Jotaro

Hol Horse

Mista

The pistols will be throwing things they want in the cart, regardless of a list

Pesci

Jolyne

Rikiel

Gyro

Lucy

Jobin

Always wants to push the cart

William Zeppeli

Erina

Kakyoin

Josuke

Will fill the cart with junk food if he gets to wander

Abbacchio

If he thinks you're going too slow, he will hit your heels/ankle with the cart

Risotto

F.F

Funny Valentine

Gappy

If you let him, he'd love to sit in the cart and have you push

Tries to sneak snacks into the cart

Jonathan

He's always hungry, so he wants the whole damn store

Wammu

Polnareff

Okuyasu

Akira Otoishi

Bruno

Always tries to sneak a chocolate bar into the cart - has and will hide it under other food so you don't notice

Melone

Formaggio

Hermes

Versus

Johnny

Joshu

Will also try to sneak things out of the cart - Goodbye zucchini

Always misses one thing on the list

Esidisi

Avdol

Rohan

On purpose - "we don't need that" type

Giorno

Illuso

Anasui

Too excited to get home and spend quality time with you

Diego

Mamezuku

Price matches whenever possible

Dio

Will hold up a line for an hour if it means he gets a better deal

Kars

Yukako

Prosciutto

Weather Report

Ungalo

Price matching and coupons type of guy

Ringo Roadagain

Yasuho

Dishonorable Mentions

Jodio and Dragona

steal more than they buy, every time

[lemmetreatya]

Your local jojo simp sliding in once more :3

Dilftaro X black!fem reader NSFW👀

6789998212 — Dilftaro X Black!fem reader

contains: mentions of sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, penetration (f! receive)

YKW??? ik i can always count on you for these requests like you always pull through and tbh you’re an OG for that. I love u man Also: props to anyone who guesses the title’s meaning 😁

You weren’t really a late night call typa person, and in all honesty, neither was Jotaro. But there was something about hearing his voice so raspy and spent over the receiver in the latter PM hours that made you contemplate your innate dislikes.

“I want you here with me. Right now.”

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone. It was amusing because you know he’d never be brave enough to show you this side of him in person.

Rolling onto your back, you laid an arm over your forehead as the other held your phone to your ears.

“But Jojo, you know I have work early in the morning. I can’t just jump out right now.”

Without a beat, the man replied.

“Then let me come over. Jolyne’s fast asleep and won’t even know I’ve popped out. I won’t be gone long enough for her to notice.”

With a faux gasp at his willingness to disregard his parental activities, you giggled into the receiver.

“Jotaro! That’s not a very responsible adult thing to say.”

“Doesn’t matter.” There was the muffled crackling sound of movement on Jotaro’s end. “Right now, I’m not thinking of being a responsible adult, I just know I want to do adult things with you.”

If only the man could see your current expression. It was rare enough to get much out of the man about how he wanted to spend his time with you let alone words like these.

Let it be anybody else and it would have been classified as mild but the fact that it was him?

“Adult things?” You teased. “Like what?”

“Don’t make me say it. I’d rather show you than talk about it.”

His tone was gruff, as usual, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t decipher. With a hum, you decided to test that edge.

“If you don’t say it out loud then how will I know you’ll actually mean it when you come see me? I need confirmation that you’ll keep your end of the deal.”

“Woman, I—” He couldn’t even finished his words. All he could do was sigh and it amused you because you could even imagine just how done he looked.

But for a few seconds, Jotaro didn’t say much else. You knew the things that made him tick weren’t necessarily the same as your own and sometimes were unexplainable. However, it’s when you heard him warmly hum underneath his breath, that you knew he wasn’t mad.

Oh no, Jotaro was anything but.

“I really want to make love to you but seriously make love to you.” His voice was low but in a very smooth and easy way.

With an upwards hum at his daring words, you encouraged his behaviour.

“Oh? Like ‘put a baby inside of me’ make love or ‘let’s keep going until the AMs’ typa make love?”

The man made an unsure sound.

“Both? I dunno. I just wanna be deep in you — Definitely cum inside you. I haven’t done that in a while.” Hearing him work through his thoughts definitely burned a fiery passion within your heart.

“No, you haven’t.” You softly clarified as you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, your arm now coming from covering your head and just over your stomach on the blanket.

“In fact…” There was another shuffling sound on the other end of the receiver but this time it was the thick flickering of pages. “It’s been 9 months and 27 days since the last time we fucked raw.”

“You’ve been keeping count?!”

“No, I’ve been journaling it. But yes, I’m aware of how long since it’s last been.” He reinforced.

With a shocked but amused face, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre notion of Jotaro having these intricacies about you archived.

However, it was nice to know he was getting more comfortable with telling you these things. Jotaro could be quite reserved at times, and say things in a way that seemed strange to you, but over the years he’s opened up to you a lot more. His tendencies were so recognisable to you now and if anything, they only turned you on more.

“What’s so funny?” The man asked. He must have heard you snickering.

“Nothing, Jojo.” You ensured. “I’m just thinking that’s the same amount of time it’d take to have a baby so if I wasn’t on anything at the time—“

“I would love to impregnate you multiple times over.” He darkly noted.

Now it was you who was stuttering to find the right words. With your skin growing hot, you tried to ask for clarification.

“Y-you… What, you want more kids?” You muttered.

Jotaro made a thoughtful hum. It was then followed by an even more thoughtful statement.

“No, I don’t think I do. I’d definitely like to see your belly swell with child and your breast leak with milk, but I don’t know if I want the repercussions of a child.”

Surprised at his new found bravery but enticed by his imagined plans for you, you continued to tread icy waters. Bringing your hands underneath the blanket, you probed the man.

“So.” You sultry purred. “You’re saying that if I let you come over you’d knock me up?”

With a deep chuckle the man disagreed.

“No. I’m saying that if you let me round then i’d come to fuck your beautiful pussy, split it open with my cock and then pour my semen into your womb with the intention to bear you with offspring. I’d plug your cunt with my fingers so none of my seed spills but I’d do all of that again and again and again and again till you’re so utterly spent and so full of my come that you wouldn’t even know which ways up — the only thing you’d know is that you’d have to wait those nine months until you see the fruits of our labour.”

Speechless at his words, you could only inhale deep unsteady breaths.

The lewd activities Jotaro had spoken out loud for you was driving you crazy. Knowing he must have been thinking about doing this to you for so long — enough for him to keep count of the days — sparked an unbridged lust within your chest.

Speaking up first, Jotaro broke the silence. His voice didn’t have a hint of amusement in but you knew he felt smug knowing he’d already won you over.

“So? If I knock on your door in 30 minutes time, you’ll open up, yes?” He deadpanned.

With a rather exasperated sigh you had to momentarily close your eyes in order to regather yourself. You know you had work in the morning and you really should advise Jotaro to stay home but there was just no way you could deny him this.

“Don’t worry about knocking.” You breathed. “It’ll already be open.”

A satisfied hum sounded from the other side.

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Jotaro’s voice was a lot more softer before he ended the call.

Removing the phone from your ears, all you could do was stare up at the ceiling in shock, albeit a shock that continued to flame the warm feeling that was circulating around your body.

You know he said to give him half an hour but you also knew Jotaro would find a way to make it in much less.

Finally deciding you should get ready for him, you slipped yourself out of bed and made your way to put something a bit more revealing on.

With a coy smile, your lips turned up at the corners.

Maybe late night calls weren’t so bad after all.