#part 4 Jotaro x reader

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

“Something cute” won the poll for what I should do for my 100 followers special, so I tried to come up with something pretty dang cute~

Various jjba characters x reader in: Artsy Date

Drawing each other sounded like a great date idea at the time.

Content: nothing really beyond a bit suggestive

Characters: Joseph Joestar (Part 2), Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, DIO, Rohan Kishibe, Jotaro Kujo (part 4), Yoshikage Kira, Guido Mista, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Diavolo, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Diego Brando

Joseph Joestar: Oh he was QUITE confident in his ability to capture your essence on paper. And no matter how you insisted this was only for fun, not a competition, he was determined to be better at this than you. And he even tries to sabotage you, just a bit, by doing a hard pose to draw when it’s your turn to sketch him.

He IS fun to model for though, flirting with you while he directed you on how to pose for him. For a moment you almost feel like an actual professional model with the way he plays it up. He even makes a camera click noise with his mouth when he’s finally happy with your pose.

He works pretty quickly, talking out loud to himself as he goes, occasionally holding up his handiwork so he can compare it to you.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

He says it SO confidently given how…unimpressive his art skills are…

I mean…you can definitely tell it’s you. Because the character he drew has your outfit. But it’s a bit exaggerated proportion wise and he REALLY cannot draw faces to save his life wow-

“Is that my…nose?”

He’s a bit offended. “NO, that’s your mouth. This is your nose.”

You squint when he points to a spot on the drawing but you don’t really know what he’s pointing to.

But you’ll treasure it forever, you had so much fun being his model and doodling each other. And he quite enjoyed modeling for you, too, very happy to have a sketch of himself drawn by you. You drew him winking with a smug smirk on his face while in that stupidly complicated pose he decided to do despite your protests.

It’s unmistakably Joseph Joestar.

Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli: He loves this idea, but takes it SUPER seriously. He has you very carefully posed, and really takes his time illustrating you to the best of his ability. He even uses watercolors to add to your “inherent elegance” as he calls it.

When you finally get to see it…

It’s a bit amateurish, but still quite impressive, though he totally exaggerated your grace and poise. Your clothes flow in the wind as you pose delicately by a fountain…he definitely took some artistic liberties because there wasn’t any wind when you posed for him, and your outfit wasn’t THAT pristine, but it’s a lovely portrait, and you can’t help but smile learning Caesar really sees you as such a graceful and lovely person.

You feel yours isn’t nearly as grand in comparison, as you drew him much more casually, resting with his chin on his hand, looking quiet and contemplative. He adores every gift you give him, but something this personal is especially wonderful to him.

But you’re a bit embarrassed to see he went through the trouble of framing your drawing of him…sheesh Caesar…he’s so extra sometimes…

DIO: He could maybe make some free time for you in his evenings to indulge in the fine arts. You’re not sure if you’re surprised or unsurprised he actually takes a bit of interest in such things. You want to draw him? He’s happy to indulge you.

You’re off to a strong start because you have to hastily tell him he doesn’t have to take off all his clothes, you’re not making THAT kind of drawing-this was supposed to be cute!! Just pose nicely!

He can’t help himself and goes with something pretty provocative, but whatever. At least your drawing is gonna reflect his personality well.

He’s not opposed to drawing you in turn but he’s bossy just for the sake of it. He wants you to pose a certain way and if you move at all he swore he was going to stop immediately. And he was a man of empty promises, but not empty threats, so you held as still as you could manage, a bit embarrassed at the pose he demanded of you. He chides you a bit for acting surprised that his sketch of you actually looks really good.

You, posed with your arm on your own shoulder, and your head tilted so your neck is very exposed and you are surrounded by darkness. It’s a beautiful sketch, done quickly, and he has signed his name in big letters right on the drawing of you. Such a Dio thing to do. You understand even clearer how he feels about you.

He thinks you should consider it a generous gift that he deigned to waste his time illustrating you, so you’d better treasure that half-hearted sketch he’s made for you.

He has no interest in taking great care of your sketch of him though. It will be tucked away in a book somewhere and promptly forgotten about, but if you were to suggest another drawing session while he was in a pleasant mood he might not refuse.

Rohan Kishibe: Only AFTER suggesting it did you realize perhaps it was not such a good idea.

Rohan was a Very Fast artist. As soon as you suggested it he had an amazing illustration of you done in five seconds flat. You tried to explain it completely defeated the point to go so fast, and that you were supposed to pose for him at least while he drew you!

Well…he doesn’t really see the point in that. But it’s not like he’s swamped with work so…he will try to indulge you if it would make you happy.

You ask him what pose you should do and he says you can do whatever you want because he could replicate it accurately.

Once again defeating the point but whatever.

You try to do a cute pose in the hopes you can convey your romantic intent with this activity. All he does is quirk an eyebrow at you and mutter that your pose looks a bit uncomfortable to hold, but that he’ll be quick so it’ll be fine.

You sigh. He was so unromantic. You were posing SO cutely and he STILL wasn’t getting it.

His illustration of you is professional, even inked and colored with markers, and it only took him a few seconds. You’re posed draped across the couch, with your arms spread and your legs bent to give the appearance of stretching charmingly.

He narrows his eyes in confusion when you proclaim it is his turn now. Apparently he wasn’t listening very closely to how this was supposed to work.

He doesn’t want to pose so you can draw him! That’s boring. He could be doing something else. This really isn’t supposed to be an argument, so you suggest he reads a book or something so he’s not entirely “wasting his time” while you draw him.

He’s grumpy about it, but relents. As long as you promise to be quick.

He just quietly reads in his chair while you doodle him. It’s awkward and not nearly as romantic as you were hoping for, but you’re pretty happy with how your sketch of him turned out.

He doesn’t have much to say on your drawing, quick to excuse himself so he can finally go back to doing whatever he was doing before you interrupted him with this date idea of yours.

But he loves it very much, and keeps it safe in his studio, but he’ll be a bit of a brat about it if you ask because he’s embarrassed to admit it makes him feel good.

Jotaro Kujo: He’s decent at drawing, but only animals, not so much people. But if you’re both not busy one evening then fine, might as well.

He tells you to keep your expectations low, but you’re just glad to finally be spending some quality time with him. He’s not the easiest man to schedule time with, always busy with something.

His drawing of you is simplistic but recognizable, since he knew he’d struggle with detail and it’d just end up bad if he tried.

You love it! It’s rare for him to do anything like this for you, so the drawing is very dear for you, regardless of how he insists it’s not anything to be so excited about. He doesn’t really say anything, but he’s glad it makes you happy, even though he doesn’t feel like he did much.

You accidentally draw his hat too big when it’s your turn to draw him, but otherwise you think it looks pretty cool. You tried to capture the coolness of his white jacket blowing in the wind. You can’t really tell if he likes it, but he ends up folding your sketch nicely and keeping it safe somewhere, so you like to think he enjoyed this little bonding activity.

Yoshikage Kira: UGH, you’re not sure what you were expecting. The drawing he makes of you is…interesting. You’re recognizable, slightly above stick figure status…but he put a Very noticeable emphasis on your hands, putting much more effort into them than anything else in the drawing. The more you look at it the more you realize it’s just a really low-quality imitation of the Mona Lisa. Now you understand the purpose of the pose he suggested. But he seemed to moderately enjoy himself, so…Success, you suppose.

He’ll cooperate and pose for you as long as it doesn’t take too long.

You go for something casual, his pointer finger against his cheek, his other fingers against his chin. Relaxed, but stylish.

He thanks you for the drawing and tucks it away somewhere. It’s safe, but out of mind.

He doesn’t really care if you keep ahold of his drawing of you though. You’re free to do whatever you want with it, he’s not an artist so he understands if you don’t want to keep it, it didn’t take that much effort to draw anyways.

You keep it for a bit but eventually lose track of it. It’s pretty funny when you accidentally stumble across it after it disappeared for a long time. Oh yeah. That weird drawing Yoshikage did of you where he only tried when he was sketching your hands. You had forgotten about that. For good reason.

Guido Mista: He’s definitely not an artist but if you don’t care about how it turns out and just wanna spend time with him through this activity then he’s totally down.

The bullets end up wanting to draw you too so…you end up with a lot of poorly drawn portraits of yourself. Honestly you couldn’t pick out Mista’s drawing from the bullets’. How do they all draw the same way…

All the drawings of you are pretty much just stick figures with very large heads. He said he wanted to capture your facial features accurately so he had to make your head bigger. More room for the eyes. Yeah he’s definitely not taking this too seriously but you expected as much from him. So to counter him, you draw him poorly as well, and then all of the bullets large and in as much detail as you can manage.

He pretends to be offended by it. “Why’d you draw my eyes so big?!” he asks. Because beyond his sense of fashion his deep dark eyes are his most notable feature! Duh.

He ends up losing the drawing on accident within a week but! The important part was how fun it was! The finished products weren’t that important-

Please don’t be mad at him-

Bruno Bucciarati: He thinks it’s a lovely way to spend some time together, so he does what he can to clear his afternoon so he can spend it with you. He starts by saying he’s not an artist so don’t expect too much from him, but his brow furrows in concentration once you’ve assumed a pose you thought he’d like. You go for something cute but

stylish, sitting with one leg up and your other outstretched along the couch elegantly.

His drawing of you is cute. Soft lines and very simple, mostly just capturing your pose than any other details, with dots for eyes because he claims he cannot draw eyes for the life of him. It’s sweet, surprisingly adorable for the serious capo. He tells you not to show his gang though, or he’ll never hear the end of it.

You embarrass yourself a bit when it’s your turn, because you spent a very long time concentrated on his chest trying to get his tattoo accurate. And he’s not helping with his flirty little remark where he suggests you could probably see a little better if you sat closer to him. And then pat his own lap.

It totally breaks your concentration, so you decide your drawing of him is now finished, handing it over to him before he can fluster you any further.

He thinks it’s lovely, and he promises to take care of it, and make even more of an effort to carve out some free time to spend with you, even if it’s just half an hour or so.

He’s already planning a date he can surprise you with next time.

Leone Abbacchio: He’s not one for sweet romantic gestures, so he pushes back a bit, but if you nag him he’ll give in pretty quickly. It’s not like you’re asking him to do something he really hates doing, and he has a particular weakness for you…so fine. But just this once.

He’ll hold still so you can sketch him, but only for ten minutes, and he gets to choose the pose.

At least the pose he chooses looks nice. Despite his jaded personality, he’s a pretty and elegant looking man. You draw a side profile of him, his expression that usual impassive frown, but his features have a sort of rugged grace.

When you slide your masterpiece over to him, he exhales through his nose so he can maintain that grouchy persona, but he’s gentle when he actually takes the drawing from you.

When it’s his turn to draw you, he works quickly and silently, not even looking at you, which leads you to think he’s still unhappy about being asked to do this.

He won’t admit it but he didn’t look at you because he didn’t have to. He’s replayed memories of you through Moody Blues enough times to have your face memorized.

You weren’t expecting much when he casually slid the piece of paper over to you.

But when you look, you can’t help the way your jaw drops. A side profile of you that mirrors the one you drew of him. Drawn amazingly well. It’s accurate, elegant, surprisingly soft…he’s even sketched a few flowers alongside you to make the piece more aesthetically pleasing.

The way you stare makes him embarrassed, and he ends up biting out that if you didn’t like it you should just throw it away.

You respond by clutching it protectively against your chest. It just makes him more embarrassed to know you’re going to be clinging to that thing for a while. There’s really no winning with him-

WHATEVER.

You can do whatever you want with it, but do NOT show that off to Mista, Narancia and ESPECIALLY NOT Giorno (not that Giorno would tease him, but the mortifying idea of that blond knowing ANYTHING about him makes Leone feel ill).

Once enough time has passed, you can start convincing him to make a few quick sketches for you, since they make you happy for whatever reason, and unfortunately for him he loves making you happy even if that means dropping the apathetic gangster disposition for a moment.

Ghiaccio: You thought that you had finally found something that was relaxing for both of you and wouldn’t completely frustrate him and result in him losing his temper. Again.

Turns out you were incorrect. Again.

Firstly he’s not a fan of sitting still. He’ll sit in one spot for you, but he’s tapping his foot the whole time and fiddling with his phone. So you try to go as fast as you can before he gets too impatient with just sitting there waiting for his turn to draw you.

It turns out a little bit rushed, but you feel like you captured his look pretty well, even adding some red to his glasses and shoes for a splash of color.

But when it’s his turn to draw you…he starts getting frustrated fast. He keeps erasing and starting over, the poor paper getting smudged and wrinkled into oblivion, and eventually he gets mad enough to stop when he accidentally rips through the paper with his pencil.

He shouts a slew of Italian curse words before saying he’s done with this stupid date, slamming the sketchbook onto the table in front of you and storming off in a huff of embarrassment at how poorly the drawing turned out.

Well that went great.

His drawing is honestly pretty cute, the condition of the paper and the eraser smudges and rips tell quite a story…

Because of how crumpled the paper turned out it kinda looks like the hastily drawn version of you got hit by a frying pan or electrocuted by a lightning bolt, but you still like it. It was nice of him to at least entertain your idea, even though it ended up frustrating him.

Diavolo: Draw him? NO.

Not a CHANCE in HELL.

Remove that idea from your mind immediately and never bring it up again. He will not allow even one vague sketch of him to be made, and if you do it anyways he will not forgive you.

Really you should’ve expected that reaction. What were you thinking with that one…?

But if you irritate him enough about it, he’ll Eventually get fed up and tell you to sit down and hold still. If all he has to do to get you to stop whining was sketch you, then FINE. He’ll sketch you.

Stop squirming in your seat and squealing with excitement…you’re giving him a headache.

You try to hold still for him.

He radiates irritation at having to do this, his gaze intense and the strokes of his pencil harsh and deliberate.

“There.”

He tosses the sketchbook over to you and promptly gets up and leaves before he has to hear your feedback.

It’s pretty good actually. A little rough since he drew it while in a particularly foul mood, but if he actually tried he could really make something nice.

If you tell him you love what he drew for you he’ll dismiss your compliment immediately. He doesn’t care about his art skills, he has much bigger things to concern himself with than sitting around sketching his partner whenever they begged him for that kind of attention.

Jolyne Cujoh: At first she thinks it’s a super cute and romantic date idea, so she’s eager to try it with you.

She does a cool pose for you, elegant but powerful, and she tries to hold it for you but it ended up not being the easiest pose to hold so you have to work fast. She ends up having to stretch after that painful pose, and even though you feel a bit bad listening to her complain about how she pulled a muscle doing that, it’s hard not to enjoy how she rolls her shoulders to loosen them.

She says it was totally worth it because she loves your sketch of her. You better believe she’s going to take good care of it, even if you say it’s not good because you had to rush it. Too late. She’s not giving it back. You’ll have to fight her for it, and you know from experience you’re not winning if you try playfully roughhousing with her.

When it’s her turn to draw you, she pretends to be highly concentrated and serious, but she ends up feeling a bit embarrassed when she actually finishes her sketch of you.

It’s not bad at all, very cute, and she gave you sparkly anime eyes since they’re the only type of eye she knows how to draw. The proportions aren’t perfect, your head looks kinda big compared to your body, and it’s pretty simple, but in a way where you could claim it was a stylistic choice and not on accident.

If you really insist you love it she’ll be slightly less embarrassed, but don’t go showing that around to everyone! It’s for your eyes only!

She signs it for you with a playful green lipstick stain.

But seriously. Don’t show it around.

Johnny Joestar: Usually you’re both too tired by the time you’re setting up camp when it starts getting dark during the SBR to think about doing anything cute with each other.

But one evening you have an extra burst of energy, and there’s juuust enough light by the fire to do a sketch of Johnny.

Well, if you want to. He’s not ready to fall asleep yet so you might as well.

You really wanna capture his intense eyes. So you don’t make him do anything in particular except look at you on occasion so you can make sure you’re getting his face right.

It turns out okay. At least you got the eyes right. He doesn’t really know how to react beyond just thanking you and tucking the drawing away. The two of you can only hope nothing happens to it, but it can’t be helped with all the action during this race if your drawing ended up destroyed.

When it’s his turn to draw you, he’s quiet and concentrated, occasionally glancing up at you for accuracy’s sake but otherwise he seems to know what he’s doing, to your surprise.

“I think it turned out alright,” he comments, handing it over to you after signing it with a little star with two J’s in it.

It’s a bit of an understatement, even in the darkness with only the light of the fire to see, he captured an amazing amount of detail. You, sitting contemplatively by the fire, shadows dancing across your face with the flickering of the flames…and he got the scenery really accurate.

“Do you like drawing landscapes, Johnny?”

His sketch of your surroundings was done remarkably skillfully.

He shrugs, but then thinks about it for a moment before saying yeah, landscapes were more enjoyable to draw for him. You have to slow down a bit to capture the details of your surroundings accurately in a drawing so…perhaps he likes the change of pace every once in a while.

Gyro Zeppeli: He acts sooo confident despite knowing full well that he cannot draw people. And he’s a bit of a menace to you, since you said this was only for fun and nothing to take too seriously, then surely you don’t mind him constantly moving around and striking different poses and making weird jokes. If he was going to be ridiculous then FINE, you would draw him ridiculous.

You confidently declare your drawing is quite flattering and then spin your paper around to show him a half-hearted attempt at a sketch of him lying on his side with a rose between his teeth, surrounded by hearts. You’ve purposefully given him a tiny head so it looks silly.

He takes it as a personal challenge, declaring it was his turn so you’d better be ready. While he’s drawing you, you pretend to fall asleep like he was boring you.

You were expecting his drawing to be unprofessional but at least recognizable. When he confidently hands you back what he’s drawn you genuinely aren’t sure what you’re looking at.

“This is me?”

“YES, see this is your hair, and these are your arms…” he explains the drawing to you but can’t help the occasional laugh that escapes. So he WAS messing with you with this incomprehensible scribble he presented you with.

“You really captured my essence,” you say, holding the picture up next to your face to compare them.

“Like you have a twin,” he declares, accompanied by his signature laugh.

He’s such a TEASE sometimes-

Diego Brando: He’s really struggling to grasp the idea that this is just for fun and isn’t supposed to be super serious, because as soon as he’s done posing for you he’s hovering over your shoulder while you draw and backseat sketching for you. He’s like ‘oh my hair should be a little longer, you got my nose shape wrong, that’s not how my eyes look, etc.’

Ok Diego why don’t you draw yourself if you know so much about art, sheesh-

Even if you say that as a joke he might actually end up plucking the sketchbook and pencil from you and finishing it himself so it’s to his likeness. You find it a bit irritating that he’s actually pretty good at art and his additions to your drawing of him really make the piece come together. So annoying. How dare he be innately talented at drawing?

AND just to show off he makes you do a complex pose when it’s his turn to draw you. He ends up capturing it and your appearance on paper wonderfully.

You look great sketched by him, due to the pose he chose it almost looks like you’re in the middle of a dance, a sense of movement that made you look graceful and powerful. Just the type of thing Diego liked in his partners.

You’ve been a bit idealized in his drawing, not to your surprise, but you’re quite fond of it anyways. You make a point of not laying on the praise too thick though. Otherwise it would go to his head, and the last thing he needs is an even bigger ego.

-

Which Jojo character would you want to draw you? Personally I’d love a Rohan original but. I actually think DIO’s art style would be aesthetically pleasing to me-

[bimbosandbubbles]

Yandere Jotaro Kujo

The slowburn yandere

Starring Jotaro Kujo and chubby reader

Warnings-obsession,yandere,possessive behavior,somno,dacryphilia,stand usage,mentions of nsfw themes but nun too crazy.

Thinking about yandere marine biologist Jotaro who becomes obsessed with his chubby assistant. The assistant who the company forced him to have because although he's amazing at what he does—he's terrible at interacting with others without being standoffish.  So thats why you show up in his office on a irritating Monday morning. Chubby body stuffed in a formal two piece consisting of  a knee length skirt and vest on top of a sickeningly colored dress shirt. You seem to only be 5 or 6 years younger than him.

Jotato immediately finds your presence to be a disturbance to his calculated peace. You haven't even began to introduce yourself before he instructs you not to talk him and to stay out of his way. You shiny lip gloss lips frown at that and your face drops the excitable expression. For weeks you obeyed Jotaro—only doing things he tells you to do,steering clear of him,not disturbing him. And your coworkers notice how you follow him around like some sad kicked puppy who's desperate to make your boss proud of its constant effort. They feel for you and tell you he's not friendly with anyone,only coldly and barely cordial. However you're eager just to get a few words out of him.

But talkative,determined you can't hold it in one day. You have to talk to him cause you just might lose your mind! So,when you're bringing him some photos of dolphins,setting them gently on his wooden desk. You loiter by his desk,waiting for an opportunity to strike—an action Jotaro doesn't mind or notice because he simply doesn't address it. You watch as his sea green eyes illuminate at the pictures and you can tell they make him happy even if there's not a hint of a smile on his face. And then you finally speak,"Are dolphins your favorite animal?" Your voice slightly cracks because of the dry nervousness you feel in your throat. And you already feel like you've missed your chance to amuse him.

You're left waiting there for what seems like forever before he just wordlessly nods. Progress! Is all you can think. At least he's somewhat answering. So with that you pat yourself on the back and gleefully trop away from his office with a,"Okay sir,I'll leave you to it now!" Leaving Jotaro with this thoughts. Thoughts of who you are because he thought he had you all figured out from the very first day. He thought of you as too pushy—too loud,annoying like girls he went to college and high school with. Especially because he saw how shocked you were by his appearance—seemingly entranced with his handsomeness. But when he told you to keep your distance from him— you did. Not only that but you do your work with precise excellence. Today was different though,today you bothered to talk to him. Even despite the fact he didn't give you the most elaborate answer you happily accepted what he gave you. He liked that you never attempted to push him—you respect him. And maybe he should pay that same respect back.

Two whole months pass by after that extremely brief interaction and Jotaro seems to be very slowly warming up to you. Now he allows you to stay in office and catch up on some work and today you were doing exactly that. You were completing some files on the computer and the two of you are a safe distance away from another,due to the fact the man chose to sit a good 10 inches away from you. But despite that he still smells how sweet you smell,like a ripe peach aching to be picked . A peach his mother would make into a wondrous dessert after he won a game of baseball in elementary—a reward for his effort. He can't help but slightly inhale the scent,the pure nostalgia of it setting in. And for one good second he stops and stares at you from the corner of his eye. Your pudgy cheeks are puffed out in frustration,meaty fingers are gently placed on the wooden desk,your eyes are determined yet still hold that gentleness in them,and your lips that are always coated in some shiny substance is slightly open in pure concentration.

Beautiful,so effortlessly beautiful. He unknowingly becomes so entranced an old friend manifests from beside him. Star platinum in all his glory floats towards you and he peers at you with curiosity and affection. He can't seem to help himself so he gently almost ghost like caresses your chubby face—light squeezes and soft pinches being barely felt. Jotaro pulls his white hat down in shame,the shame of not keeping a hold on his emotions. He's not a teenager who can't control his stand anymore. He calls Star back and reluctantly the stand stops touching you. Frazzled, the man says he has important business to take care of and snappily kicks you out of his office. He sighs deeply and looks at his hands that Star— no he felt your skin with. He could feel every pore,every textured mark,the plushness that allowed his stands fingers to barely dig into it. It felt...nice,so nice that he wonders if he let Star touch you further how far he'd go. Jotaro then realizes that he's actually so fond of you.

Ever since he lost control of Star Platinum Jotaro begins to long to be closer to you. Tasks that he could do easily,he now asks for your help,things that require one person suddenly becomes a two person issue. Jotaro talks to you more even if it's very vague or brief,he just wants to hear your chatter. An action he used to find irritating about you but now he loves it. Jotaro's even eaten your cooking and he enjoys that as well,so much so that he has up it there along with his beloved mother's cooking. But he doesn't only get closer to you through interactions—he starts touching you more. When you're getting something he uses his tall frame to reach for it himself—bumping his crotch against your ass. That plump ass that he knows his riddled with cellulite—those cute little dimples he wants to dip his fingers in as he ruts into your plush cheeks.

He loves when he does that,loves when you gasp and look at him with those innocent eyes. He can tell you think of his actions as pure accident,never suspecting your stoic boss to get off on something like that. And because of that he simply gets more and perverted,a part of him becomes disgusted with his seemingly uncontrollable lustful urges. But when he looks at you,the woman who simply likes him despite his reluctance to fully open up,he can't help but be so fond of you. That's why he finds himself nursing his aching cock in the wake of many late nights in his office. He always sends you off early with a cold tone despite the fact that he wants you to stay and touch him instead with those soft hands. Hands that are pure,that have never been exposed to things he's seen and done. Hands that could most likely struggle with wrapping themselves around the girth his cock has. Jotaro concludes you'd look cute like that.

Jotaro will carry on with this behavior for a full year. He carries on asking you to eat lunch with him despite the fact he hardly talks and when he does it's when you ask him a question—even that's hard to get out of him because he'd much rather hear you ramble on and on about something that has you so enthralled. He carries on by touching and letting you touch him as well. He hates unnecessary touch but when you walk up to him to prattle about whatever he shivers when he feels your pudgy hands wrap around his muscled arm. He carries on staring at pictures of you that you post on any platform and there's one particular one that has him in frame with a grouchy expression and you're grinning ear to ear in that photo,looking at him with happiness in your eyes. He wonders if you if can really make you happy? He wonders if he can make you a happy wife? His wondering reaches a end though because at last you and him finally go on a work trip together. And it just so happens to be a trip to a small Caribbean island for the research on a certain fish species.

This work trip is what set off his obsessive urges—unlocking a beast that's been shackled for years of his life. Seeing you in a two piece bathing suit could really do things to a man,after all. He recalls you saying a week prior before the trip on how you're a tad insecure on showing your tummy openly like that,and yet there you were standing there in a star patterned bathing suit; waiting for Jotaro to say anything about the way you look. He doesn't because his mind and body can't handle how good you look. He wants to fuck you like really really fuck you. Wants to see you spoiled and ruined for him. He's fucked before but only for alleviation,however seeing you like that makes him desire you wholeheartedly.

The whole trip Jotaro keeps on saying he wants to go swimming just so he can keep seeing you in your cute little bating suits that he's fighting the urge to rip off. And the whole time you keep on being so sickeningly sweet to him he almost can't take it. He wants to see your kind features twisted in pain and pleasure. He yearns to make you feel like that,yearns to have you bent over on his cock and taking it until he's done with you. He feels so gross for wanting to fuck you roughly but he can't help it. He knows you'd be such a good girl for him because it'd make him happy.

Not only his sexual need for you increases for you though. His obsession does too. The whole time at the trip he sees how people admire you for your outside and inner appearance. It pisses him off because he knows he doesn't only have that side of you. He wants it for himself completely. And he can't understand why. He understands his sexual urges towards you but his emotional ones don't make sense to him. He's never had the urge to be married or have kids or any of that other sappy shit. But with you, he craves that so deeply. He wants to make you a cute housewife with him who still helps him with work at home. He could work from home if he wanted and he plans to once he makes his direct move on you.

Even with normal suburban dreams like a happy wife and happy life Jotaro knows he could never give you a normal marriage because of how he feels about you. He's slowly getting to the point where he wants to be with you all the time just so he can hear you chatter. He wants to be the only person in your life and the only that matters because that's how you are for him. He knows that's wrong though,knows he can't just hide you from everybody. He so badly desires it though.

He's very aware that what he feels is wrong but he doesn't care enough to stop it. And the reason for that is because you make Jotaro so happy. He doesn't show it but trust you sincerely do. In front of you he's always quiet,surprisingly patient,and oddly needy. In his heart when you're away from him too long he feels so deeply bothered;an itch that can't be scratched until it hits a certain sweet spot. He just wants to get be by you all the time,just to soak in the same space as you.

Once the trip is over,Jotaro begins his plan on how he'll solely become your only company. He moves so incredibly slow because as he's gotten older he's grown to understand to be less hasty. There's two reasons for that,one,he wants you to view you the same way and have your too cute personality,two,he wants you to view him the same way he does you.

Low and slow is the way he plays this obsessive love game. He starts off with informing you about how your "friends" at the office insult your chipper attitude,the way you dress,even your beautiful body. This is not a lie or made up tactic for you to run into his arms,it's actually the truth. Before he grew to feel such a way for you,they'd make comments on how you tried to suck up to Jotaro and throw yourself at him. Of course,he told them to shut the fuck up even before he started falling for you. But now that he can't afford to have his precious girl hurt,he decides to pay back those harsh words with a little bit of physical force.

The moment he tells you he almost regrets it. Almost,is the keyword. Your eyes bubble with tears and you immediately grip onto the snug sleeve of his expensive dress shirt. "Oh,Jotaro...why don't they like me? Am I that bad?" He triumphs in the feeling of having you in his arms,going to HIM and only him for sweet comfort that only HE could ever provide you. If it was anyone else he'd complain about you fucking up his shirt with your tears,but no,oh nooo,he loves that he now has pieces of you imbedded in his clothing. You cried in his arms for an hour,not even meaning to,but that hour could've been decades and he wouldn't have mind. Does Jotaro like seeing you cry? Depends,if it's him making you cry on his cock. Any other cause,no.

Even though he doesn't enjoy it because he's not the cause,his dick gets a little hard seeing your sobbing and vulnerable body. He feels bad for his body reacting to you in such sad state,but oh my god,you're just so irrestibale. That night he carefully takes of his dress shirt and brings it to his face,smelling,no,inhaling the salty and wet material that also is slightly mixed with your sweet smelling perfume. He nurses his cock in his hand,bucking up into the o shaped hand,instead of stoking up and down. Why? Because he's imagining taking you just like that.

He envisions you slotted perfectly on his muscular thighs,whining about how good and big his cock feels,how nicely he fills you up. He's gripping onto your creamy skin that he knows will soften like butter in grasp. He imagines feeling all the texture your body as to offer him;the rolls that adorn your tummy and a little bit of your back,the stretch marks on your wide waist that wiggle all the way to your hips,and that cellulite you have on your ass and thighs—God he just wants to perfectly place the pads of his fingers into those dimples as he thrusts up into you. He imagines you at your rawest,a part of your being that no one else will see but him. He wants to swallow you whole and force you down to the deep abyss of his never ending appetite for you.

Phase two of catching you in his snare is,quality time to the point where he gradually is the only person you'll ever see during the week. It starts off with him asking if you'd like to go to the aquarium with him after work. Then he asks for a late lunch with you the following day. Then he always begins to call you,his faithful assistant,to do very mundane tasks he didn't bother to ask for prior. Pick up his laundry,bring his paperwork to his house etc. The paperwork task is the biggest one because that's how he ropes you into staying overly late at HIS house. His house is so calm,modern and almost empty of anything relatively personal. The quiet nature of his home and himself,have you chattering,cuddled into him on the couch,talking about God knows what all the way to nightfall.

Obviously,kindhearted you,feels so bad about intruding on him like this,especially when you both have work tomorrow. He assures you only by saying,"My guest room is right across my room,go ahead and knock out for the night." You protest but you're shut up by Jotaro rolling his eyes and muttering about good grief,why do you have to make things so complicated? That night starts an evening routine for Jotaro now. Almost ever day since he's been able go weasel his way into making you stay over,he's began to divulge into his urges a little more.

Once you're sound asleep in the bed,body covered with usually loose fittings pajamas that almost leave nothing to the man's imagination. Jotaro will summon Star Platinum to touch your unconscious form. He prefers Star touches you because he's a lot of more gentler than the stand user could ever be while seeing you like that. The stand always lifts your shirt up to reveal your braless chest,to palm and pinch the naturally weighed down breasts. The ghost like presence is ever so precise—pinching,pulling the harden buds of your nipples. Jotaro's jaw is slack as he feels whatever Star platinum is feeling. You're so soft—so moldable. God,every time he finds you vulnerable like that it takes everything in him to not fuck you just like that. Have you spread,wide—so wide your thighs almost hang of the sides of the twin sized mattress.

He'd hump you through your cute sleep shorts,the silly ones with fishies riddled all over the cool cotton material. He envisions the tingling friction,drooling at the lewd thought of the fabric pulling so hard on your clothed mound that he could see your fat pussy lips.

Jotaro doesn't do this though,he respects you too much and knows this is wrong. He doesn’t want to do anything to that you don’t want. He wants you organically,normally—despite his abnormal and unhealthy feelings he festers deep in his heart. Even letting Star touch you bothers him because he knows he’s violating you but he tells himself that it will always be the last time. It never is.

Despite his dark urges in the night,the mornings are blissfully domestic. Breakfast in the morning,made by him or you,depending on which one of you wakes up first. The two of you will eat and talk,not really though,you’ll do most of the talking while Jotaro listens intently. The man practically hangs on every single word you say even if it’s random chit chat. Anyone else he’d tell to shut the fuck up or to fuck off—you being different though. It’s like sweet sugar is being poured his ear canal,that’s how much he’s grown to enjoy your voice.

The best part of the morning is you getting ready at his house. You’ve literally had to bring clothes to his from how often he has you staying overnight. Why is this the best part in Jotaro’s opinion? Well,it feels him the happiness of what he craves most with you,domesticity. He wants to marry you,he wants to live with you—he wants to be with you. It’s carnal yet sweet at the same time. He’s never dreamed he’d conform into the sweet marital bliss so many elders talk about,yet he’s here offering to zip up your skirts for you,placing your shoes on your feet with such a gentleness a person would’ve forgotten he’s a fully built 6’5 man,complimenting the simple,meticulous,or bare face look you chose to rock today.

Months of this causes Jotaro to snap though. He can’t take this playing house fantasy anymore. It no longer satisfies his hunger and want for you. It was a snowy day,Christmas was beginning its slowly chilling approach,Jotaro recalls you and him being the only in that day. He doesn’t know why he finally gave in now to his urges but God he’s glad he did. He asked you with his has hat off,his messy black locks tossed to every direction and yet still complimented his undeniably handsome features. He blushed as he did so,a very cute and odd look for him.

“Would you let me—“it’s an awkward pause,but not one that kills the tension,only heightening it instead,”take care of you?” His wording is off and he already knows he could’ve been more direct. But your pretty eyes and soft self were so intimidating he just got flustered. It doesn’t matter though because you seemingly picked up on what he meant.

“Like be your girlfriend?” No,his everything. But he’ll settle for that at this moment. After all this just moved him many steps forward to completing his plan. He’s so happy when you say yes,he wants to pull you in for a kiss but he doesn’t. What he does do is pull you into a warm embrace,muttering a good grief into the office.

He could wait for the other stuff he’s been longing to do,after all he’s waited this long to make you his,what’s waiting a little longer?

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED THANK YOU!

[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.

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: first time making Jotaro Kujo whimper

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 4), gender neutral reader

rating: mildly suggestive. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

the first time you heard jotaro whimper it completely was unexpected. you had been dating only a short time and intimacy between the two of you had been rather lacking. he was never one for pda but even when you were alone with him he was sometimes still very reserved.

this night however you had been watching a nature documentary he had insisted you must see. of course it was about the ocean, what else would be so important to him. his strong arm was wrapped around you and you were against his broad chest, your head nestled in the crook of his neck.

the dolphins in the documentary were particularly playful and you exhaled a little giggle. your warm breath fanned across his neck. it was only for a split second but you could have sworn he tensed up. even his hand on your shoulder gripped you slightly. you blinked, surprised. had you imagined that? or was his neck very sensitive? it could have been a mere coincidence. soon your curiosity got the better of you. you waited for an opportunity to try out your theory.

soon the baby seal segment of the documentary came on and the moment the little seal scooted across the sand you purposely giggled again, your warm breath tickling jotaro’s neck. this time he merely turned his neck from side to side as if dealing with a painful tick but made no comment to you. internally you smiled to yourself realizing you might have come across a potential weakness in your beloved boyfriend. third time was the charm, right? resting one hand against his chest you tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss just below his ear.

“y/n…” his voice uncharacteristically soft and almost pleading.

you had never had him react in such a way so before he could murmur a word of protest you kissed his neck once more. this time you opened your mouth slightly. it was soft and lingering as you sucked on the sensitive skin a bit more….and he whimpered.

the whimper was unmistakable even with the sound of the documentary playing in the background.

you immediately looked up at him only to see his eyes were closed as his brows were furrowed together and he was biting his lip. you couldn’t wait to make him whimper again.

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #115

Jotaro : Y/n and I are no longer dating

Y/n : Jotaro, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married

[jolyfics]

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: jotaro almost dies. you aren’t happy

notes: this is so short but i wanted to write jotaro bc i love him sm

you sat at the edge of your bed in the morioh grand hotel. your husband, jotaro, had just had a fight against kira, and it didn’t look too good. kira had gotten away and without josukes crazy diamond? well, jotaro might’ve died without him.

you began to hear rustling behind you, jotaro began to groan into his sleep before slowly opening his eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust to the bright suns rays. you turned to look at him. once his eyes caught yours you felt a wave of anger wash over you. how could he have been so stupid?!

“that was stupid.” you spat, he let out a soft sigh before sitting up on the bed, moving the duvet that was positioned around his waist and legs. “(name), i-“ “no!” you cut him off. “you almost died, jotaro! died!” you sat up, the anger inside of you begging your muscles to just move

he only let out another sigh, he had no intention to fight you on this. you were right. you were always right. he had made a mistake and now he had to deal with the consequences. you scoffed at that, he was just taking it. part of you wanted him to fight back, hell- to scream at you. but he didn’t

“…what would i do if you had died?” you spoke up, breaking the few seconds of silence that almost made you want to die they were that excruciating. he looked up to you, his eyes widened for a mere second. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t already looking.

“(name)…” he spoke, you had rendered him speechless. what was he supposed to say to that? he moved the blanket that was around him, moving his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, making his way towards you. he then placed one of his arms around your shoulders, taking you in a warm embrace

“i’m sorry” was all he said, you felt your breath hitch as you fought back the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. you wrapped your arms around him, the two of you holding onto eachother

[starry-snippets]

thinking about cuddling with star platinum while jotaro is busy working. you're sitting in one of his many white hats and his long white coat, patting star platinum on the head while you flip through a marine animal textbook from earlier in jotaro's college years. star platinum is snuggled besides you while you read the labels, the attentive stand responding with intrigued "oras" which made you giggle and jotaro's face flush. if you hadn't stolen his hat he'd of pulled it over his face in an attempt to hide the red of his ears and cheeks at how much star platinum loves you.

[decoraskei]

pairings ⸺ university student!fem!reader x university teacher!part 4! jotaro summary ⸺ your biology university teacher who you've been eyeing almost your entire time there finally decided to take notice to you despite you being known for a.. well, slut. tags ⸺ student and teacher (university), age gap, man handling, semi-public, brat taming, tit fucking/boob job, gagging, oral sex, biting, light choking, marking, discreet sex, fingering, provoking, cunt-slapping, rough sex, masturbation (?), riding, degrading, praising, slut shaming, making out, size kink, thigh riding, pinning, spanking, squirting, edging, eating out. word ⸺ 1,955 words 10,053 characters notes ⸺ this was another one i made before my joseph one so technically this was my first lol. again thank you to anyone who wants to read this EXCEPT for minors, minors please dni.

The silence in this classroom was unnerving.

It was the fact that your friends all changed their mind last minute and once you had already settled in the biology classroom, we all agreed to go to before they ditched you. now here you were, stuck with the biology teacher you have had a crush on ever since you started going to this university and two other classmates…

Mr. Kujo. From what you know and heard, he's going through a divorce and even has a daughter. He was 6'5 and muscular. It was safe to say he was attractive since he got most of the girls hot and bothered. It wasn't just that he was a hot divorced teacher though, it was the way he spoke down on the people who didn't take their classes seriously and it almost made me wonder if he could do just as well in bed.

So here you are, sat staring and dazed by the drop-dead gorgeous man's voice echoing through the classroom. It was bad enough that none of your friends were here but it got even worse when the two others had good excuses to leave which left just you and him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he asked you a question directly.

"Are you listening?" His tone was low but not like he was angry, or maybe but you were too entranced to pay attention right now.

"Yes Jotaro." You smirked and made direct eye contact with him. Seeing the annoyed expression slowly filling his face in when you called out to him by his name.

"Watch it." This time his almost dangerous and sharp words sent a shiver down your spine and straight to where you needed him most, an almost pulsating feeling taking over for a few mere seconds before you looked back to him and noticed the unmistakable boner straining at his pants and goodness gracious was it large.

It was impressive how he managed to compose his emotions and speak clearly despite his little issue. You stifled a laugh and he knew you knew now. He huffed and sat back down in his seat, shifting rather uncomfortably and leaning back. Standing up and the heels of your shoes clicked as you made way over to his desk to sit on it and make yourself comfortable.

"Is that cause of me?" He stayed silent and you knew he'd never dare to admit it but he didn't have to cause you could already tell, it made you a little prouder. Maybe being ditched wasn't that bad.

Your gaze quickly shifted to the key on his desk and you could only assume it was for the door, so without thinking you took it off the desk, snatching it and quickly moved to lock the door. When you turned back around, you saw he looked shocked but intrigued and when you saw him pat his lap, I knew what was going to happen next.

Tossing the keys onto the desk you straddled one of his thighs and he messily slammed his lips onto yours. Between the noises of muffled groans and the sloppy making out was you lightly grinding onto his thigh and feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every second. Your lips parted with a pop then he went to attack my neck and lay out a series of hickeys which you already accepted that you'd feel proud of after this. It was until he picked you up and put you onto his desk that everything was calm, it caught you by surprise the way he split your thighs open and stared at the now wet fabric standing in his way of where he was obviously headed but don't fret, he solved this by ripping the panties off you and you couldn't help but gasp at how easily he did it.

With no warning or preparation, he went at it with his tongue flickering on your clit intensely, it wasn't unexpected just too quick and as embarrassing as it was to admit it but it almost made you want to cum from just that, the way his tongue flexed against the folds and ate you out hungrily like a starved man made you want more. Your hand wandered to take his hat off him and grab at his hair pathetically almost like a futile attempt to stop him but he could see from the way your back arched that you wanted otherwise.

All was well until you felt two long and slim fingers prodding at your entrance before making their merry way into you and you swore you felt your soul leave your body when he made eye contact for a few seconds before refocusing on what was now his meal. Of course you weren't quiet during this, who would be silent if you had someone going at your pussy like you were their biggest enemy? You were loud and he furrowed his brows in obvious annoyance that you couldn't hold back the obvious string of whines and moans which he solved by stopping and giving a few soft slaps to your already puffy and swollen clit. Then you felt it -- something snapped and you threw your head back against the table and got louder, gripping his hair and the edge of the table with a painful hold. Your eyes were going back and you could see stars for a split second before you blinked and realized he stopped only to look down and see his face completely wet and you realized you had squirted and began crying.

"Good grief." Something about the way he said it made you quiver and before you knew it and although the tears from the aftershock of the orgasm were still pouring a little he straightened up and reached out to rub them away and as if you didn't just have the best orgasm of your life, you felt yourself get horny all over again. He sat back down on his chair obviously spent but you weren't done yet and instead you took off your blouse and unclipped your bra to let loose to your tits as he watched with a certain desire in his eyes you couldn't quite make out. You get onto the ground in front of him and you make an effort to try and get the two belts off, struggling a little bit and fumbling but you manage, you take in the sheer length of him and wished he'd put this glorious thing in you first before anything and then you had an idea. You pumped his chair down a little and squeezed your tits together a little before taking his shaft into your hand and oh lord was it even bigger when you held it.. You slide his length in between the two soft mounds and do your thing as he leans his head back and groans with his grip on the arm rests looking severe.

The more you moved up and down the length of his dick the more precum started to leak out of the pretty and nicely shaped tip, you started to wonder what kind of demented woman would divorce her husband when he was someone like Jotaro. You were zoning out and you only snapped out of it when he came all over your tits and to him you looked like you were in a trance.. You scooped up a little of the liquid off your cleavage and tasted it whilst maintaining eye contact and it only seemed to drive him more… You were about to stand up when he grabs a load of your hair, you let out a gasp and he grabs a hold of his shaft to smear some of the left over cum onto your lips and slap it a little before prodding open your lips and shoving you down which made you gag and sent tears nudging at your eyes again.

"Slut." You heard his words echo in the empty class but also felt it echoing through your head as he forced your head up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. It almost felt right the way he was using your throat like this and you looked up at him to see him smirking before taking his other hand to wipe the tears away again and caress your cheek almost like he was trying to comfort you through this. He continued bringing you up to the point where your lips reached his tip and then down to where your nose touched his pelvis and you could tell he was enjoying this rhythm since the small grunts and groans were giving it away, eventually he came down your throat and you didn't even have the option to swallow because he decided for you.

He pats his lap again for you and you straddle him quickly on the chair reaching down to grab a hold of his cock to line it up to your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself, he held a dangerous grip on your waist before it slid up your side and massaged your tits a little, playing with the flesh and the nipple between his index finger and thumb. You couldn’t help but let out a loud string of moans as you started to move up and down on him, the feeling of him slipping in and out of me was way too much and he yet again solved this issue by taking his hand off my tit to reach it up to my neck to lightly squeeze it with a warning.

“Quiet down.” You swallowed the rest of the moans prodding at your lips and just moved up and down silently as his hand stilled at your neck and the other going to your waist and pulling you forward so that you could wrap your arms around his neck and he could have easier access to grab your ass with a rough grip on it.

“We have thirty minutes left, hurry.” With that you started going faster and it got even harder trying to hold back the lewd sounds since you were close. Sooner or later you came and he ended up cumming inside.

You pull off him and think you were finished, the feeling of relief and satisfaction left completely when he stood up and pushed you against the wall so you were facing it and pinning you to it. You understood without him having to say much and bent over so your ass was pressed against his still hard cock and you felt him slip in quick.

“Good girl,” He muttered before he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulders as you held the wall with one hand. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began plunging into you, you yelped out and moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you and cover your mouth. The sound of skin on skin was now audible as he bullied your insides, his pace quick as if there was no tomorrow. He bit down on your shoulder as if trying to silence himself and you reached your free hand down to your clit.

Sometime later his thrusts got sloppier and uneven, though he was still quick and you couldn’t keep up yet. Then he slowed down and with two more thrusts he came with his hips stilling. Your hips connected together like puzzle pieces before he pulled out to rest his now softening cock on your ass.

The worst part was he put on his pants on then kissed you and left, you were in disbelief but it was hot how he used you. Your gaze flickered to the paper on the table and you took it.

“Come by tomorrow.”

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

[jojostylesposts]

Hello everyone! Here’s an old one from the drafts. A little short but hope you guys enjoy!

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How would Jotaro show love? Hcs!

Jotaro may not show love in a traditional way, since he’s not the most expressive person physically, but here are some ways I think Jotaro may show love: ( in a little more serious way)

*Sacrifice: He’s a man of tough work. He puts his needs above his own just to make sure his loved ones are safe, even if it means rocky desicions and bad consequences.

* Physical affection: Private and behind closed doors. Acts of love do not come naturally to him due to his reserved nature. Despite that, he would move gently with soft touches like holding and caressing your hands showing emotional assurance. He’s very protective often shoving you behind him in a moment of danger shielding you from any harm. Affectionate glances, those eyes say more than you think.

* Emotional affection: Completing small tasks and missions to serve and protect is his best way of showing love since rather than verbal, Jotaro demonstrates his love through practical actions and acts of service.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Reader: HEYYY JOTAROOO!!!

Jotaro's colleagues: who the hell is that?

Reader opens their arm for a hug

Jotaro's colleagues: what are they doing?, Jotaro would never hug someon-

Jotaro proceeds to hug reader tightly

Jotaro's colleagues: wait what?????

(this is canon btw /j)

I could see this for part 4 Jotaro, he still has that oddly intimidating stature to him, he’s more tact with any aggressiveness compared to Part 3. He sends off this aura that he doesn’t want any unfamiliar people around you, yet can act completely professionally (such as his job). If there’s problems he’ll take care of it later, quietly and terrifyingly efficiently.

His height still doesn’t help with the intimidation factor but Jotaro is okay with this if people’s preconceptions make them weary of him. It’s you he worries about, no matter if you’re the same height, taller, or shorter. That welcoming aura you have when you hug him is like a drug, and it makes him content.

Though one thing he keeps constant from his younger days is he doesn’t give a damn where you give affection as long as it’s him and no one else.

[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.

[zujime]

Hi, I'm new to your blog, but I really like your creativity, you're doing a great job. I have an idea and I hope you like it too. I imagine Jotaro during part 3 with fem s/o who usually has little contact with Jotaro and doesn't approve of his rude behavior, but during a late night conversation confesses to JoJo that he reminds her of her little sister. They are equally rude in public, they have equally stern faces, but inside them is hidden a big and kind heart open to from the family

─── jotaro k.

cw. fluffy stuff, fem reader, and some swearing

jotaro, who you hardly stand next to throughout the journey—mostly to keep your mind on the task at hand but also because it’s already enough of a mood ruiner hearing him rudely telling someone off, the last thing you want is for any of that to be unintentionally directed towards you. so, steering clear seemed like the safest option as of now. though, his unreadable blue hues always seemed to glimmer beneath the brim of his hat whenever he’d catch yours as he took a drag of his cigarette.

jotaro, who gives even a baby a daunting glare for staring at you at all. unless the two of you have been torn away from one another, making civil conversations with anyone is nothing but a challenge as you’re escorted around with your own personal, six-foot-tall pole with an unmatched poker face.

jotaro, who despite his cold demeanor, thinks of you when he’s getting food. typically getting something big enough for the both of you, saying something along the lines of “figured we could split it” as he spots the giddy look on your face.

jotaro, who’s now in a hotel room the two of you are sharing for the night. the room remains silent for a while but it’s different from his typical, cold silence—it's faint, but warm. his frame and features soften when he’s under your tender gaze. it’s not until a few moments later that you realize, he reminds you of someone.

“hm..?” he hummed as studied your expression—a soft smile adorned your lips as you shook your head slightly, chuckling before opening your mouth to speak. “it’s just— you remind me of my little sister.” you catch the way the space between his brows crinkle faintly as he processes what you’ve just told him. “she acts like you in a way—-she’s almost just as much of an asshole, except… behind closed doors.”

jotaro, who smiles a little at your words. his heavy steps were now gentle against the wooden floor as he padded across the room to sit beside you on the bed. uttering a “so? want me to be nice to everyone i meet or something?” before moving to hold your face in one of his hands—cheek cupped gently in his grasp. “get some rest” he whispers, running a thumb across the expanse of your cheekbone.

© zujime. all rights reserved. do not translate, copy, modify, repost or claim any of my works on any platform as yours.

[dioslesbianwife]

🐠🐠🐠🐠 it’s me again :3 (sorry for asking so frequently I just legit love your blog so much I check it everyday 😭)

What if the jofoes swapped parts? Like if Dio was suddenly dropped in Morioh or Valentine gets plopped into England and maybe their reactions to the respective Joestars of each part !!

My bad if i wrote this confusingly im bad at explaining 😰

Hi 🐠! No need to apologize, it gives me the hugest smile when i see people liking/reblogging/asking/etc.! Also it wasn't confusing to read, i get what u mean

This is legit a super cool ask, I never thought about this kind of scenario- I really really hope I did it justice. Thank you for requesting! 

Dio in Morioh (Part 4)

Dropped into the quiet town of Morioh, Dio would initially find it underwhelming. But as he explored, he’d grow intrigued by the community, seeing it as the perfect place to establish a new base of power. He’d also be fascinated by the strange happenings surrounding the town, especially with the stand arrow involved.

Dio would be a mix of amused and irritated by Josuke. On one hand, Josuke’s youthful confidence and sharp tongue would entertain him. On the other hand, his unshakable loyalty to his friends and protectiveness over Morioh would make Josuke a nuisance. Dio would attempt to exploit Josuke’s softer side, feigning vulnerability or using manipulative charm to try and get what he wanted.

Dio would see Crazy Diamond’s healing abilities as a nuisance and a perfect counter to his destructiveness. Their fights would be fierce, with Josuke’s resourcefulness often catching Dio off guard.

Funny Valentine in England (Part 1)

Valentine would adapt quickly to Victorian England, where his refined demeanor and persuasive nature would fit perfectly among the aristocracy. He’d establish himself as a man of influence, aligning himself with powerful figures to quietly push his ideals. The strict social hierarchies of the time would appeal to him, as they mirror his belief in structure and sacrifice for the greater good.

He would respect Jonathan’s chivalry and honor but see his focus on morality as naive. He’d initially attempt to sway Jonathan to his side, presenting himself as a kindred spirit fighting for a noble cause. However, Jonathan’s unwavering sense of justice would eventually put them on opposing sides.

Of course D4C is way stronger than Hamon, but since stands weren’t a thing at this point, maybe Valentine would also use Hamon or maybe he’d have gotten hold of the stone mask and uses it to become immortal and fight against Jonathan. Valentine would see it as a means to an end for achieving his goals.

Kira Yoshikage in Part 2

Kira would find the world of the 1930s uncomfortable at first, as it lacks the modern conveniences he enjoys. However, he’d come to appreciate the chaos as a way to blend in while continuing his quiet life of murder. Discovering the Stone Masks would both fascinate and terrify him. He'd see them as a way to perfect himself but fear losing the normalcy he so carefully maintains. Kira would eventually appreciate the vampiric powers of the mask as a way to prolong his quiet, murderous lifestyle.

Kira would be infuriated by Joseph’s unpredictability and humor. Joseph’s ability to think on his feet and see through deception would make it hard for Kira to hide his true nature. Kira might try to manipulate Joseph by presenting himself as an ordinary, mild mannered man, but Joseph would eventually lead him to uncover the truth.

When Kira gives in and uses the Stone Mask, he becomes a terrifying predator. The increased strength and immortality would make him feel invincible, but the loss of subtlety would make it harder for him to stay under the radar. Kira would likely try to maintain his “quiet” life, resuming his activities as a serial killer.

Enrico Pucci searching for the holy corpse (Part 7)

Pucci would see the Steel Ball Run race as an incredible opportunity to fulfill his divine mission. The Holy Corpse parts would align perfectly with his beliefs, and he’d view the chaos of the race as a test of his faith and resolve.

Pucci would be both fascinated and repelled by Johnny’s journey of self discovery. He’d see Johnny’s struggles as a reflection of humanity’s flaws, but also as proof that humanity can ascend through divine purpose. Gyro, on the other hand, would frustrate Pucci with his sharp wit and refusal to take him seriously. Gyro’s cynicism would clash with Pucci’s religious fervor.

His devotion to his mission would make him a dangerous enemy, willing to sacrifice anyone or anything to obtain the Corpse parts. His encounters with the racers would be steeped in psychological warfare, as he’d try to sway them to his side. As he attains more corpse parts, his stand might evolve from Whitesnake to C-moon to Made in Heaven.

Diavolo and Doppio in Egypt (Part 3)

They would be on edge the entire time, knowing that their survival depends on staying hidden. Diavolo would use his connections to send assassins and underlings to deal with the Stardust Crusaders, keeping himself and Doppio in the shadows.

Doppio would have brief interactions with the Crusaders, playing the role of an innocent and harmless man. Polnareff or Kakyoin might pick up on something odd about him, but Jotaro would likely be the one to sense the true danger he presents to their journey.

Considering how the fight against The World went, King Crimson would make Diavolo a nightmare for the Crusaders. His time erasing ability would counteract their strategies, forcing them to rely on quick thinking and teamwork. The psychological pressure of facing an unseen foe like Diavolo would weigh heavily on the group throughout their trip.

Pillar Men in Italy (Part 5)

The Pillar Men would be both fascinated and amused by the modern world. Cars, guns, and organized crime would seem strange and primitive to them, but they’d quickly realize the potential of these new tools for their own gain.

The Pillar Men would see Passione as a challenge worth their attention. Kars would be especially interested in Giorno, seeing his intelligence and resolve as a reflection of his own ambition. Esidisi and Wamuu would likely clash with Bucciarati’s gang, their strength and abilities overwhelming their enemies at first.

Giorno’s cunning and determination would be tested to the limit against Kars. He would see Giorno as both a threat and a curiosity. Giorno’s resolve and cunning would remind Kars of his own determination, but Kars would definitely underestimate Golden Experience Requiem. 

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By the end of this experience, if all the villains were to meet up again, I think they’d each have a deeper appreciation for and understanding of each other. Maybe.

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: Jotaro at the beach

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 4), gender neutral reader

rating: sfw

Imagine…

Jotaro rises slowmo from the ocean

Water drips down his muscles, accentuating every curve and valley of his abs

He runs his hand through his dark wet hair

Then he approaches you and says,

“You have to see this sea star I found.”

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #77

Jotaro : I'm going to fight the next person who insults Y/n

Y/n : I hate myself

Jotaro : Alright, square up

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Jojo’s kink hc (except for minors)

F!reader

Jonathan Joestar

praise: Jonathan loves praising you. “You’re such a good girl, y/n.. your body is so cute, quivering for me..”

He also loves spanking though he doesn’t want to hurt you he does enjoy doing it while he praises you.

“Why are you acting up, darling?” Smack! “You’re usually such a good girl for me~” he lifts your chin to look back at him and kisses your cheek as he rubs your red ass

Size difference: seeing your tiny form take his big cock just does something to him. He loves feeling you tighten around him as he breaks your tight cunt.

Breeding: Filling you up while he praises you, imagining you full of him and his child so you two can finally start a family together. It’s not just because of the possibility or risk if you getting pregnant but the fact that you two can be one and creat a family together

Joseph Joestar

Loves dirty talk, anything he can say, he will.

“You slag, you know I love it when you toy with me like this! Don’t you!? You know what you’re doing to me!” As long as you two are fucking expect him to call you whore, slut, dirty bitch, he just loves degrading

Roleplay: loves when you dress up for him and just make up something on the spot, boss x secretary is especially his favorite. “Well, looks like you want that promotion real bad, huh? Well you’ll have to work for it~ good girl..”

Bondage: seeing you tied up or vice versa is just a turn on in general, but if you’d like to tease him while he’s tied up he’ll be cumming in minutes. If he ties you up then you’d almost always end up being teased and overstimulated until you can’t even properly think.

Toys: using a vibrator on him while he’s being forced not to cum until you tell him to would have him shaking. If you use a vibrator in front of him, he’ll get hard from just watching you, watching you please yourself to the sight of him watching you.

Master/ mistress kink: you calling him master or him calling mistress depending on what you two are doing that night will get him more than in the mood to rock your bed springs out of place.

Jotaro Kujo

Spanking: loves spanking you for being a bad girl and disobeying him. He can’t get enough of seeing your ass red from him spanking you and pussy soaked while he does so. You can obviously feel his buldge in his pants beneath your tummy as your say over his lap.

Degrading: calling you names while he plows into you as he’s gripping onto your hips, “you slut. I know you like this, beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum” calling you whore, cumslut, etc..

Fingering: fingering you in public or private just turns him on. Maybe because you’re getting so worked up over just his fingers, or it could be because he’s eager to feel your right, wet pussy on his big cock. Either way he loves doing it, especially in public, if you wear a skirt he take advantage of it immediately. Taking you to a fancy restaurant and pulling your panties aside so he finger you while you’re ordering.

Breeding: filling you up while he uses however he wants. You begging him to fill you and fuck you full of seed and give you his baby are just a few reasons why he likes doing it so much<3 otherwise he just loves seeing his seed drip out of you while you whine.

Daddy kink: calling him daddy switches something on inside of him for some reason, maybe because he likes being power.

Jolyne Cuhjo

Pussy eating: she gets off to pleasing her partners more often than not. Hearing her partner whine and whither under her because of her talented tongue. Lapping at your needy cunt while she’s taking in tasteful noises.

Edging: either giving or giving, she doesn’t really care. In cooperating it into foreplay almost every time seeing you fall under her spell of ecstasy, begging to cum while she takes complete utter control of your pleasure. Now if you do it to her she’s definitely gonna be whining and begging you to let her cum already, she might start hurling insults but they don’t mean anything.. it’s the edging talking.

Mommy kink: same as jotaro, doesn’t really know why she likes it so much but it’s just the position of power.

Johnny Joestar

Doing it in public: the thought of getting caught is so thrilling it’s almost enough for him to cum on its own. Having someone seeing you both in such a submissive state together.. it’s too much!

Body marking: kissing and nipping on parts of your body he knows people see most definitely see while he fucks you. Thinking about how people will react and how flustered you will be when people notice.

Mutual masturbation: jerking off to the thought of you when he’s right next to your sleeping form. When you awoke, you didn’t move or say anything you stayed still and listened to his moans. A pool began forming in your panties, you couldn’t take it anymore so you reached down your panties and started toying with yourself, eventually gaining Johnnys attention and leaving his shocked.

“Keep going, don’t stop now that you’ve been caught”

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