#well one.... but not the same as kakyoin you know....

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[jolyfics]

This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

[cloudzoro]

Experience | Joseph Joestar

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“Have you had a lot to drink, little lady?”

“One hundred percent sober. This is just water,” you say, swirling your glass. Joseph nods, glad for the fact. “I'll be in room 514 if you want to come and see me.”

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genre: smut (minors dni)

pairings: joseph x reader

wc: 1.8k

cw: fem!reader, unprotected sex, prone bone, oral, old man joseph

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The Stardust Crusaders are in a hotel bar, taking a well-needed overnight rest stop on their quest to find Dio. Joseph observes the others quietly; Polnareff gets frequently distracted from his conversation with Avdol by a pretty woman who stops to flirt with him. Kakyoin is entertaining the girls rejected by Jotaro, who rolls his eyes at the girls flocking to him. Joseph feels jealousy creeping in at all the younger men being surrounded, but then he spots you sitting at the bar. You joined them at the beginning of their quest, having your own business with Dio.

He nods his head at you, flattered by your unabashed staring. You give him a small wave as an invitation to come and talk to you, which he immediately accepts. He slips onto the barstool next to you. To Joseph, you're the prettiest woman in the room.

“What's your name, gorgeous?” he grins as you roll your eyes at the man who you've made good acquaintances with in recent weeks. You play along with his corny joke, giving him your name and holding your hand out for him to shake. Joseph doesn't shake your hand, instead bringing it up to his lip and pressing the softest kisses to your knuckles. “What a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady,” he says in a dramatic voice. It makes you laugh, something Joseph has enjoyed doing since you've got more comfortable.

“What's your name, Sir?” you ask, keeping the facade going. Joseph knows it's sick, but hearing you call him sir makes heat rise under his skin.

“Joestar, Joseph Joestar,” he introduces himself, and you politely nod. He started the role play as a joke; he'd been joking around with you to help assimilate you into the group, but he's intrigued to see where this will go.

“I noticed you were staring over at my table. Did any of my buddies catch your eye?” he asks. Maybe it was personal of him to ask, but he wanted to know your feelings towards the others. He likes you, who wouldn't, but he wonders if you feel the same. Maybe you'd be more suited to someone closer to your age, such as Polnareff. Joseph doesn't expect your answer. In fact, it has him flustered.

“Just you, Sir. The others aren't my type. I like a man with experience who can take care of me,” You say. Joseph flounders for a response. A blush settles on his face. He's so confident, especially with women, that he doesn't get this flustered very often. Joseph supposes his attraction to you is obvious. He gets bolder with flirtation and touching with every passing day. He didn't expect you to be so forthright with him.

“Have you had a lot to drink, little lady?”

“One hundred percent sober. This is just water,” you say, swirling your glass. Joseph nods, glad for the fact. “I'll be in room 514 if you want to come and see me.”

He knows. He knows exactly what room you're staying in because it's his room. Avdol had offered to get you your own room, but you'd insisted it would be cheaper for you to room with someone. When they had let you choose your roommate, you chose Joseph without hesitation. His eyes are fixed on you as you get up and leave the room. You have the upper hand; it's not a position Joseph finds himself in often, and it intrigues him. He gives you a minute to get closer to your room before giving chase and following you. He reaches you before you reach your room.

“Y/N,” his tone is slightly more serious as he speaks your name. “Are you sure about this?” he asks. Neither of you had expected Joseph to be the one who dropped the role play first. You nod enthusiastically, reaching up to pull him down to your eye level.

“Mr Joestar-”

“Please, call me Joseph.” He interrupts you to correct you.

“Joseph, I want you so bad. I chose to room with you in hopes you would stop flirting with me and finally do something about it.” You punctuate your sentence by taking his hat from his head and placing it on yours. Joseph enjoys your fiery attitude. You look damn good in his hat, and it's driving him crazy. He laughs at your confirmation and lifts you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You squeal, but you accept your fate. You don't move too much, only kicking your legs once when he smacks your ass.

When Joseph reaches your shared room, he unceremoniously drops you down on the mattress. He wastes no time taking off his shirt, throwing it to the floor beside him. He encourages you to take your clothes off. He helps you strip down, eagerly pulling your trousers down your legs and throwing them onto the pile with his shirt and undershirt. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls your underwear-clad body to his lap. You straddle him. You remove his hat and add it to the pile.

“Sweet girl,” he hums, one hand rubbing the back of your thighs and the other caressing the side of your face. “Are you gonna let a dirty old bastard like me kiss you?”

You don't verbally respond, instead pulling him into a kiss. He'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone in his arms. You grind onto his lap and moan into his mouth. For all your big talk earlier, you're completely at his mercy. Joseph's tongue pushes against your mouth, and the ease with which you let him in has him bucking his hips up against you. His kisses move down your neck as he feels up your body. He's so pent up he could probably cum just from grinding against you, but he holds off. As he's getting older, his recovery time is going down. He lifts you enough to turn and lay you against the pillows.

He crawls onto the bed so that he's hovering over you and leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. It's been a while since he's had a pretty girl underneath him, so he makes the most of it, savouring the feeling of your tits. He moves to your other nipple, showing it equal love. You're squirming impatiently beneath him, desperate for him to touch you where you need it most.

“Patience,” he scolds, continuing his journey down your body. He kisses across your stomach to your hips, leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. When he gets to your pussy, Joseph grabs ahold of your thighs and spreads them open for him. It takes you a second to realise that he's just staring at it in awe, making you shiver. “You'll have to excuse my enthusiasm, Sweetheart. It's been a while since I've had a good meal.”

He leans in to press his tongue to your cunt, licking from your drooling hole up to your clit where he flicks his tongue. He's experienced, and he's picking up quickly on the exact pace and angle that's going to make you cum fastest. He pushes two fingers into your hole as he greedily eats you out. It feels so good you grab fistfuls of the bedsheet to ground you. The walls are thin, but you're having difficulty caring at all when Joseph's tongue and fingers are sending shockwaves through your body. Each melodic moan of his name is met with an appreciative hum that vibrates against your sensitive clit.

It doesn't take long to send you over the edge, your sanity falling alongside you. Joseph works you through your orgasm, keeping his fingers curled inside you and replacing his tongue on your clit with this thumb so that he can lean up to talk to you.

“That feel good?” he asks, gently slowing his movements. You shakily nod, whimpering as he wholly pulls his fingers from your cunt. He raises them to his mouth, loudly sucking your juices off of his fingers. He makes an obscene noise, dramatizing the taste. It both flatters you and makes you laugh.

“Joseph, stop being ridiculous,” you laugh, pulling him in even closer.

“Nothing ridiculous about it. You're a fine delicacy,” he retorts, leaning in to kiss you, hoping the taste of you, the taste he can see himself getting addicted to, is still on his tongue so you can experience the wonder for yourself. You roll your eyes and deepen this kiss, pressing your tongue into his mouth. You use the distraction to grab his belt buckle. Joseph moans against your lips as you undo his belt and thread it through the loops of his trousers. He stops you short of yanking the zipper by grabbing your wrist and pulling away from your face.

“I'll ask you one more time, Y/N. Are you sure you want me?”

“I've never been more desperate for anything in my life,” you say. He slots his mouth against yours for one last kiss before he lays you down gently on your back. He focuses pretty hard on you, desperate not to cum so soon. He guides his stiff cock into your hole, stretching you out. You've never had anyone the size of Joseph before, and it takes some adjusting before you ask him to move. Joseph doesn't do quick fucks or shallowness; his cock grinds hard and deep inside you, harsh thrusts driving you into the mattress beneath you.

You moan and writhe beneath, calling his name like a mantra. In his ego-fueled stupor, Joseph pulls back to flip you over. Normally, he would take care and stuff a pillow under your hips, but both of you are way beyond that point. He drapes himself over your back, locking you flat against the mattress as he fucks you. His words are slurring into growls, and the echoes fill the room along with your incoherent moans of his name. You cum again. Your orgasm barrels into you like nothing you've ever felt before. Your pussy practically strangles Joseph's cock as you gush around him and onto the sheets below you. Your pulsing walls spur him on to his own intense orgasm, and Joseph tucks his face into your shoulder, groaning as he empties his balls inside you. It's been a while, so he savours the feeling of filling up your perfect pussy. He grunts in your ear about how good you feel around him and thanks you for letting him cum inside you. Joseph lifts himself off of you, rolling your naked, exhausted body onto your back.

“So how was I for an old timer?” he jokes, covering up the tension building now that the passion and fire are out of the way.

“So fucking good, you sell yourself short. I don't think I've ever cum like that in my life.” You say, taking deep breaths between sentences as you're still catching your breath.

“Speaking of cum, we better get you in the shower and clean you up, huh?”

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this is my first jjba fic! I'm so excited to share her with you and I hope you enjoyed reading :)))

[rougepancake]

Duvet

Experiencing the “there’s only one bed” trope with them

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, J.P. Polnareff, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, & Joseph Joestar

Warnings: Just fluff. I don’t have it in my heart to make this smutty 😭 Not proofread

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows good and well that Joseph is the whore behind all of this 😭

As soon as he gets to the room and realizes that you’re all set up he wants nothing more than to pass away and die

Like you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and he’s like FUCK

The funny part is he got shitfaced like two weeks prior to this and accidentally told Joseph that he would smash you if given the opportunity

So there you are. Standing in front of each other in total awkward silence as you both figure out what to do

“Would you like the bed for tonight?” He asks slowly, shifting uncomfortably as he stand before you. To his surprise, you only shrug in response.

“Nah. I’ll take the floor.” You turned your back to him and pulled a robe over your body, dropping the towel underneath it before looking back at him. “Plus don’t you have back problems or something??”

He stopped. How did you remember that? He had told you that when he first met you, as a way to make conversation, not in any serious connotation.

“R-Right…” He cleared his throat and looks down at you, giving you a stern look before speaking once again. “But it’s not good for you to sleep on the floor.”

“So what? You wanna share the bed then?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What-“

“What?!”

He instantly regretted saying that I kid you not

Like he’s freaking out BIG TIME and is praying he just spontaneously dies in his sleep tonight

What if he does something in his sleep??? What is he sleep talks and accidentally confesses????

Yeah my guy is having an internal panic attack

Once you guys get around to getting to bed, he stays strictly on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. He wants to give you as much space as possible

But the mf wakes up holding you in his arms

Almost fucking dies because you’re still asleep and he almost shouted

The sight warms his heart though, so he allows himself to stay this way until you wake up

Then neither of you speak of it again

But you both kick Joseph’s ass afterwards

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

WHORE

He did this himself and failed at it so bad you guys

He was like “oh no I suppose we’ve got no other choice but to sleep in the same bed together”

You told him to sleep on the floor

Was genuinely offended but let you win because he thinks you’re hot

“Oh my, look at this situation we’ve gotten ourselves into.” He teased, smirking as he watched you set your stuff on the hotel bed.

“You mean you.”

“Pardon?”

You turned around and glared at him, rolling your eyes at his ignorance. “I know you set this up. Now suffer and sleep on the floor.” You pointed to a nearby corner, smirking as you teased him.

“You’re cruel.”

“Thanks.”

Is a big baby about it and eventually guilt trips you into letting him up onto the bed

Cries with relief when you cave

He snores so loudly that it makes you regret everything

Also cuddles in his sleep and you have to keep pushing him away but he’s like a fucking brick 😭

Rolls over at one point and nearly crushes you but plays it off in the morning

He’s batting his eyelashes and shit when he wakes up as if he slept like a cute little baby

You beat his ass LOL

Never heard the end of it from Joseph

JOTARO KUJO

Kakyoin set him up and he knew it as soon as he walked into the room

You had just gotten settled when you saw him walk in there

And holy shit was he pissed

Or he looked that way

He was projecting his embarrassment poorly

Naturally, there was one bathroom and one bed (which he hated)

He does not like the idea of forced proximity but deals with it because he’s got no other choice

So the question comes up of “do we share the bed or do we both sleep on the floor?” Cause lord knows you’re both too stubborn to let the other sleep on the floor alone

“What’s the plan for tonight?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his hat covering his eyes as he stood, which made it difficult for you to get a read on how he was feeling.

But his ears were red.

“I was just going to take the floor.” You shrugged, grabbing a towel before you walked over to the bathroom. “I don’t mind.” You closed the door behind you and he couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you just being so comfortable with this.

“You’re not taking the floor. I will.” He tells you through the door, and you scoff in response.

“You’re not taking the floor either then.” You grumble and turn on the water.

He pauses and has this brief moment of ‘so what now’ but once he gets what you’re insinuating he feels his heart fall to his stomach. What if he snores? Or crushes you?? Oh he’s so gonna kick Kakyoin’s ass if he makes it out of this alive.

Stays as far away from you as possible when it comes time to sleep. He’s got a good poker face but GOD DAMN his heart is about to explode

The two of you talk a little until you fall asleep mid conversation, which he finds annoying but doesn’t mind that much bc he’s a cutie

You wind up spooning him in your sleep and MY GOD he loves it

Dude would spend the rest of his life in your arms if he had the option

He sleeps like a rock though, so once he’s out, he’s out

But you wake up to Star Platinum poking your cheek and Jotaro asleep in your arms, which is such a beautiful sight 😩

Makes you wish you had a camera, but you just sit there and enjoy the moment

When he wakes up he makes you swear not to tell anyone about what happened

Secretly hopes that Kak has the balls to do this again

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

He gets to the room first and sets his stuff down on the bed, when you walk in after him he swears he’s going to have a stroke

It’s not that he minds or anything but what the hell???

All things considered, he plays it off pretty well. He’s smooth in the way he handles it and even offers to take the floor if you want him to

All the alarms in his head are blaring but he’s fine dw

The original smooth operator

Refuses to even let you suggest sleeping in the floor or anywhere else- you’re already here so why not just stay?

“So how are we going to do this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, a soft smirk on his lips.

“I was going to j-“

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You paused and looked at him, seemingly offended by how he interrupted you.

“Surely it’s not good for your back.” He shrugged it off and patted the spot beside him. “Why don’t we just share the bed instead? That way no one has to sleep on the floor.”

“…fine.”

If you have any form of routine before bed, expect him to join you or help you out

This is his chance and my man is NOT throwing it away

Would do your hair if you asked him to

Probably reads before bed, so don’t be surprised if his side of the room is still lit up after you go to sleep

Subconsciously gives you head pats while you sleep next to him; catches himself and wants to die

At some point he finally decides to stop reading and grow a pair, rolling over onto his side and gently wrapping his arms around your waist

He loves the closeness, and loves being able to bury his head in the crook of your neck

It almost doesn’t feel real to him, but he’s happy that it is

When you wake up he teases you about how you slept like- “you snore” or “I thought you were gonna kick me off the bed”

Unlike the others, he’ll bring it up from time to time just to mess with you

JOSEPH JOESTAR

WHORE (pt. 2)

He set it up himself thinking he was about to be smooth and it went horribly wrong

Like as soon as you see him walk into the room you’re like “fuck”

But not in a ‘omg he’s so hot I can’t even’ type of way it’s more like ‘oh god no it’s Joseph’

“Oh my god!! There’s only one bed!!” He pretended to be shocked, his hands coming up to his face as he feigned surprise. “What’ll we do?!?”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” With the way you said it, it was clear that you weren’t going to accept any other answer.

“Wha- are you sure? It’s not good for your back, or your anything for that matter.” He did his best to argue, but you shot him a glare and began setting up on the floor.

“Yep. I’m pretty sure.”

He’s never felt so defeated in his entire life

Like ever

Bro wishes he was as smooth as Kakyoin 🤭

Keeps hinting at it periodically, but gives up when you stop responding to him

Eventually, you fall asleep on the floor, your face buried into the pillow that you had taken off the bed

He decides to pull a funny and pick you up while you rest, setting you on the bed and covering you up before taking your spot on the floor

When you wake up you have a slight change of heart, but he’s still a whore so you’re not having any of it

Brings it up from time to time and his bullied by Polnareff and Avdol for failing so hard

They won’t ever let him forget

[dioslesbianwife]

Good evening or afternoon or evening. I was wondering if you can do some type of headcannon or scenario of Jotaro and Kakyoin liking the same person (reader) and how their rival would be?

Like they’re still friends but they have a friendly rivalry. How would they show how they feel or how would they act knowing the other person is their best friend?

hii good evening :3 thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! <333

Jotaro Kujo

He doesn’t outwardly express his emotions much, but he becomes noticeably more attentive when Kakyoin is around you. If Kakyoin offers to walk you somewhere? Jotaro suddenly has “nowhere else to be” and tags along.

Subtle flexing. He won’t outright brag, but if you compliment Kakyoin on something, Jotaro will casually one-up him.

"Kakyoin, you're really good at explaining things!"

Jotaro: "Yeah, well, some of us don’t need to explain. We just get things done." (cue smirk at Kakyoin)

Jealous glares. If Kakyoin is making you laugh, Jotaro stares daggers but keeps it casual, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched.

Struggles with words but makes up for it with actions. He’ll always be there to help you, protect you, and listen when you need it. It’s his way of showing you he cares.

Kakyoin Noriaki

More open and playful. Kakyoin flirts with charm and wit, playfully teasing you, making inside jokes, and making sure you always feel comfortable around him.

Throws indirect shade. He won’t directly insult Jotaro, but he will jokingly point out how “tough guys” struggle with emotions.

Kakyoin: “It must be exhausting being the strong, silent type all the time, huh, Jotaro?” (Glances at you with a smirk.)

Naturally kind, but strategic. He takes every opportunity to be alone with you- helping you with things, inviting you out, and making moments more personal.

Subtly showing off his Stand’s precision or beauty by making emeralds for you (i would kill for a kakyoin brand emerald) or using it to grab things for you before Jotaro can react.

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You’re sitting between Jotaro and Kakyoin at a café after class, enjoying a drink, oblivious to the silent war happening between them.

Jotaro is sitting stiffly, arms crossed, while Kakyoin is leaning slightly toward you, making easy conversation.

“You know, (Y/N), I read something interesting the other day- apparently, people with great taste in friends also have great taste in partners.” Kakyoin says as he flashes a confident smile.

Jotaro grunts and sips his drink, unimpressed. “Sounds like bullshit.”

Kakyoin: “Oh? Wouldn’t expect someone who never reads to understand.” he smirks, resting his chin on his hand.

Jotaro deadpans. “Tch. I read. Just not useless things.” He shifts slightly so his shoulder is just barely touching yours.

The air is tense. Kakyoin notices and leans in a little closer, resting an arm on the back of your chair, clearly challenging Jotaro.

You blink in confusion. Are they acting weird, or is it just your imagination?

[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Reader is written to enjoy video games in one segment. Joseph Joestar is not included.

A/n: I’ve been wanting to do another one of these a good while now; they’re so fun to do. As always, writing this was a late night decision. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): An innuendo (Polnareff being Polnareff).

Jotaro Kujo

Forget dry texting, you just hope he bothers to text you at all.

He’s brief and to the point. Receiving an entire paragraph is something you’ll damn near never get from him. He does use proper grammer, but his phone settings are set up in a way that doesn’t automatically uppercase words when they should be.

It does nothing more than make his sarcastic comments come off as even more biting than they usually do.

Jotaro is one of those people who always has his phone on do not disturb. It doesn’t matter how far you’ve been separated or how tense the situation is, his ringer is always shut completely off.

To his credit, if he says he hasn’t seen your text, he’s being completely honest.

He will never check his notifications, see you’ve texted, and shove his phone right back into his pocket only to inevitably forget about it within the span of minutes. He won’t purposely ignore you. If he sees a notification from you, he’ll respond promptly.

That doesn’t change the fact he hardly looks in the first place.

Granted, he’s gotten better at it- largely due to a little pressure from your end. But even then, texting someone else to ask them to tell Jotaro to check his damn phone is a far better strategy most of the time. Usually, Kakyoin is your pick since he’ll do it without complaint.

And after a certain point, Jotaro won’t even mention he’s missed the text anymore. You both know it’s a given.

He definitely prefers to call you rather than messaging.

Texting is a means to an end in his eyes, and nothing more. But as previously mentioned, his phone is always on silent. This results in conversations over the phone occurring only if he calls you himself.

If he does call you, the conversation can go on for hours at a time. Most of the talking is done on your end, but he doesn’t mind one bit. He’ll interject with subdued hums or short words intended to let you know he’s still listening.

Jotaro is a frustrating person to try and reach over the phone. Yet, as dry as he is over text, he’s no stranger to adding a touch of cheekiness to his messages here and there.

Noriaki Kakyoin

If info-dumping were a professional sport, Kakyoin would be in the major leagues.

Before or during your time as a couple, expect a barrage of texts going on about whatever topic strikes his fancy. Prior to the relationship, it was apparently how he flirted?

Okay, no, it’s how he kept your attention on him.

But nowadays, it’s more like a genuine impulse to dump whatever is rattling around in his brain on you. It’s endearing, and usually thought provoking. If not, unquestionably out of left field. He’ll keep you on your toes, that’s for sure.

He’ll also complain to you over text. Kakyoin’s a polite guy, but that’s not to say he doesn’t have a judgmental streak.

If someone (usually Polnareff) does something he considers annoying or unnecessary, you best believe he’s messaging you about it within minutes. Standing right beside you. With the others around.

It’s decidedly better than voicing his blunt thoughts right then and there in front of everyone.

Kakyoin texts in proper grammar, but he will never once get on anyone else’s case for not doing the same. If anything, he finds it amusing. It’s far easier for him to read someone’s tone that way too because he’s downright terrible at determining tone through text messages.

The amount of misunderstandings that’s occurred over text, purely because he cannot comprehend for jack squat, is too many to count. Adorable? Yes. Conversation derailing? Also yes.

Oh well, he always puts in his best effort for you.

All this to say, Kakyoin will text you often and answers quickly regardless of what time it is.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

The biggest tease over text!

Polnareff is pretty standard across the board when it comes to messaging. Proper grammar, a healthy usage of emoji’s, and a good response time.

Actually, just good? Throw that notion out; his response time is unreal. To the point where you’ve earnestly wondered if he spends hours sitting by his phone awaiting your reply.

As often as he messages you, he does also prefer a phone call. He’s happy with either, but nothing will ever beat getting to hear the sound of your voice.

Like Kakyoin, he’ll react over text to events unfolding right in front of the both of you. Unlike the redhead, it’s never a harsh observation or comment best left unsaid.

Instead, he’ll poke fun at you over text that way. He usually doesn’t hesitate to tease out loud, but he also learns quickly what you’d like to keep between you two the further into the relationship you progress.

No matter the method, he’s going to playfully try getting under your skin.

When separated, expect him to check in on you quite often as well. It’s more than a little territorial, but it comes from an earnest place.

Polnareff is practically glued to your hip, but he also knows time away from one another is inevitable. Just a quick text to let him know how you’re doing, and a wave of reassurance will be washing over him.

You both are so accustomed to your text language that it only takes a single message for one of you to know exactly what’s on the others’ mind.

Muhammad Avdol

Avdol operates under a very simple philosophy: Texting is for casual conversation and phone calls are for more pressing matters.

That said, before the you began going out, he didn’t really text you much.

Primarily because he did not know what on earth to talk to you about. He’s not used to feeling intimidated by someone, yet it seemed far too daunting for the longest time. Hell, he even asked the others what they thought a good conversation starter would be (and he never once took their advice).

But as the relationship developed, so did your tendency to message each other. To the point where, now, you text frequently.

Avdol travels a lot, so messaging is naturally a reliable means of keeping in contact when he’s far from you. When he’s gone, he’ll send a lot of pictures of the sites he comes across or simply a pretty sunset he happens to be witnessing. If you like animals a lot, he’ll send you photos of those as well.

Ask him for a picture of himself, and he’ll send the blurriest photograph known to man. But he’s at least still recognizable! Mostly.

He will always tell you good morning and good night over text if he’s not present to say it in person.

Always is no lie, either. He could be in the middle of a heated stand battle and he will not hesitate to pause everything just to send you a good morning message. You’ll know if that’s the case if the message is followed by a picture of him smugly grinning in front of a freshly retired stand user.

Avdol uses proper grammar with the habit of neglecting to use periods at the end of his messages. It’s just a touch too formal for him, and you’re someone he knows he can let his guard down around. This means his texts often carry a playful air to them.

He’s a good sport and enjoys humoring you. Go off on whatever you like, and he approaches the subject with total sincerity.

[unistaryo]

Hi!!!! I hope you're doing great

Since your commissions are open I wanted to ask for a one shot of Jotaro p3 x reader

The prompt would be the reader getting severely hurt but trying to act tough and act as if nothing happened in front of Jotaro

Thank you for your time!!! Have a Nice day ❤️

Beneath the Mask [Jotaro Kujo x Reader (Oneshot)]

Summary: After you were injured during an enemy stand attack, Jotaro worries about you, even if you try to act thought.

How did this happen?

You used to be such a joy bringer, sculpted to bring that ray of sunshine into everyone's hearts despite the darkness that may surround them. Or at least, that's what Jotaro thought.

Despite everything, you always managed to get under his skin and melt his heart. And he doesn't know how or why. And so, he hated you because of it. You brought him too much joy, and that terrified him. He was too scared that you would become a temporary companion.

And that hidden fear had become a reality.

His gaze betrayed him– sorrow and guilt. He couldn't protect you, or care for you as he should. Did he truly deserve you? No. It was a painful no.

He's the one who put you in this situation in the first place. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have to fight in the first place. If you weren’t too close to him, you wouldn't have been attacked.

Perhaps it would be better for him to keep his distance from now on. So, he will not have to watch you like this again.

You lay on the ground, breathing but motionless, it was clear you wouldn't be able to move for a while for at least a few hours– if at all. But, Kakyoin's and Avdol's help will ensure your well-being, even his old man did his part.

“You know,” Joseph began as he put his arm on his shoulder, “maybe you should try and talk to her at least.”

Jotaro looked at him with a stern gaze, masking his emotions as always. But his grandpa always saw past his facade, and he spoke again, in the same warm and playful tone.

“They'll be happy if you do so. (Y/N) is more hurt than they let on, Avdol said that they wouldn't be able to walk for a good while, but there would be no lasting damages” His face then changed to a more serious one, almost commanding and judging his grandson through his word, “Or just leave them be, if you want. At least they could rest in peace.”

Jotaro swears he could punch you right now. Even if you try to seem unfazed and untouched, he can break your act in no time. Just like he did to your attacker's face and bones. So, in a way to comfort you, or maybe himself, or both- he came beside you, hands in pocket and hat as low as he could get it.

“Oi,” he barked, his tone sharp” just stop the act already and let them help you!”

Your eyes widened by his outburst, face trembling slightly from the pain as you tried to sit up, only to fail.

“And just… get better faster, goddammit,” he muttered with frustration, trying his best to mask his concern.

With that he turned sharply, leaving you in Avdol's and Kakyoin's care. He needed to make sure this would never happen again.

[peachbubbless]

Hello, how are you? Well, I wanted to request a Joseph Joestar (Stardust Crusaders) x female reader (a few years younger than him, Maybe about 40 years difference? Well no hahaha?)where she joins him to defeat Dio after losing a fight with one of them. That she starts flirting with Joseph about her liking for older men, I don't know if it's understood, I hope so hahaha, well I hope you can do it and if not, no problem, thanks!!

Omggg anon are you trying to create another Josuke situation?? 🙈 Hope you enjoy it, it's another long one!

Silver fox - Joseph x Reader

Word count : 3086 / Reader is written with they/them

The air over the Nile shimmered with heat.

Sunlight pooled like molten gold across the sandstone banks, and even the shadows were sweating. Egypt stretched out before them but the Crusaders weren’t looking at the horizon.

They were looking at you.

“Another one,” Jotaro muttered, the brim of his hat tipping low over his eyes. His voice was flat, unimpressed. “Great.”

You stood across the riverbed, surrounded by rustling palm trees and a menacing glint in your eye. Dio’s command still echoed somewhere deep in your brain, soft as a psalm, firm as a vice.

Kill the Joestars.

A slow smile curled your lips.

“Which one of you is the Joestar?”

Joseph stepped forward, half-curious, half-annoyed. “Who’s asking?”

You didn’t answer. Your stand erupted behind you, a boom of light and violence. It twisted the air around you like a mirage made flesh.

Avdol stepped between you. “Get ready.”

You didn’t give them the chance.

Your stand surged forward. Sand exploded underfoot as your power cracked the earth open, rushing at Joseph first. Kill the Joestars.

He sidestepped at the last second with an agility that shouldn’t have belonged to someone with silver hair, gritting his teeth as your stand slashed across his coat instead of his ribs. “Shit, they’re fast!”

Polnareff moved to flank you, Silver Chariot gleaming in the sun. He grinned. “I like their style, daring.”

“You won’t like the dismemberment,” you muttered, and flicked your fingers. Your stand spun in a tight arc, cutting upward with enough force to split metal.

Jotaro caught it mid-strike, or rather Star Platinum did. The impact cracked the air like thunder. For a heartbeat, no one moved.

You slid back, snarling. The flesh bud pulsed amidst your hair. Your heart thudded in beat with it, sick and hot.

Kakyoin’s voice cut through the dust. “That movement - they’re definitely being controlled.”

Joseph wiped the sweat off his brow. “Yeah. I’ve seen that look before.”

You charged again.

The world blurred. Fists, steel, sound. Your stand met theirs in a flurry of vicious strikes, movement honed not by training but by sheer force of will. You weren’t fighting smart. You were fighting hard. Messy. Ferocious. And entirely too reckless.

You were going to kill them, or die trying. That was the order. That was the plan.

And then Jotaro punched you in the face.

Hard.

You slammed into the sand and everything tilted sideways. You tasted blood. Your stand flickered, shuddered, and faded. You didn’t pass out, not right away. You heard them talking somewhere far off.

“There’s a flesh bud in their hair,” Kakyoin said grimly.

“I can get it,” Jotaro replied, voice low. “Same as last time.”

“They might not survive it.”

“They’re not going to survive if we leave it in,” Joseph snapped.

Something cold and sharp pressed at your temple. You tried to move but strong hands pinned you down.

And then - nothing.

You woke up with a headache the size of Egypt and a throat like sandpaper.

Everything hurt. Your skull throbbed like it had been used to test blunt weapons, and your limbs felt boneless, too heavy and too empty all at once. For a few blessed seconds, you didn’t know where you were or why your body felt like it had been disassembled and put back together wrong.

Then the memories hit.

The fight. The sun. The voices.

Your stomach turned.

You jolted upright with a gasp and immediately groaned as the world spun.

“Oh good,” came a voice. “Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

You blinked the blur out of your vision. The guy sitting next to you was huge, tanned, and wearing sunglasses indoors like a goddamn rockstar. His hair was silver, his smile was cocky, and he was crouched low with his arms resting over his knees like he was waiting to offer you a job you couldn’t refuse.

Joseph Joestar.

Of course.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Swallowed. “Did I… kill anyone?”

“Nope,” he said cheerfully. “You tried though.”

You squinted at him. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

He spread his hands like it was obvious. “Because I’m a benevolent man. And my grandson here punched you really hard.”

Ah, right. The hat kid. Fist like a freight train.

You sank back onto the sand with a groan. “Tell your grandson he hits like a-”

“He knows,” Joseph said dryly. “Believe me.”

There was a pause.

You lifted your hand to your temple, felt the faint trace of something there. Something missing. “The thing in my head.”

“Gone,” he said. “Flesh bud. Nasty business. Almost took your brain with it on the way out.”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t know how to. He didn’t press.

Instead, he stood up, stretched with a theatrical crack of his spine, and added, “You’re lucky. Another hour or two with that thing, and you wouldn’t be you anymore.”

You stared at the ceiling. “Who said I was ‘me’ to begin with.”

Joseph chuckled. “Touché.”

Another voice piped up from the corner.

“Should we be trusting them?” That one sounded French. And skeptical.

You craned your neck. Yep. There he was. Couldn’t miss that hair.

“Bonjour to you too,” you muttered. “I liked you better when I was trying to kill you.”

“I liked you better unconscious,” he shot back.

Joseph raised a hand. “Alright, alright. Let’s keep it civil. They’re not an enemy anymore.”

“You don’t know that,” the French one snapped.

“They could’ve exploded,” another voice added.

Oh good. Now the whole gang was here.

You looked up to find five faces staring down at you.

You gave a raspy little laugh. “Wow. You guys really are the weirdest boy band I’ve ever seen.”

Joseph beamed. “Thank you!”

“Not a compliment,” you muttered, trying to sit up again. “Where the hell are we?”

“Camp,” said the school uniform. “For now.”

“‘Camp,’” you echoed, “like… sleeping on the ground, bugs everywhere camp?”

“We’re not exactly staying at the Ritz,” said the one with the tarot.

You let your head fall back. “Cool. So I went from assassin to mosquito bait.”

“You also nearly impaled Joseph through the ribs,” said Frenchie.

“Did I?” You blinked at Joseph. “That was you?”

He gave you a lazy wink. “Don’t worry. You missed.”

You coughed. “Shame.”

A pause.

Then Joseph clapped his hands. “Well, glad we’re all feeling chummy. You can rest for another hour, maybe two. After that, we’re moving.”

“Moving where?”

“To kill the vampire who put a flesh bud in your brain,” Jotaro said flatly from the doorway.

You met his eyes. Cold. Sharp. Familiar.

“Oh,” you said, dry as the dust around you. “So just the usual Tuesday, then.”

He didn’t smile.

But Joseph did.

And that, against all odds, was your introduction to the Stardust Crusaders.

You had sand in your mouth. Again.

Waking up was slow, messy and reluctant. Like your body couldn’t quite commit to the idea of consciousness. You’d been in a state of half-dozing for what felt like hours, drifting in and out with the wind scraping against the tent and the murmurs of voices outside.

By the time you sat up fully, your hair was a mess, your spine a question mark, and your entire soul aching with the knowledge that you’d been made to look extremely uncool in front of some very attractive strangers.

“You’re up,” said a voice behind you.

You turned painfully and squinted at the silhouette by the tent flap.

Joseph Joestar, this time without the sunglasses. The light behind him was doing strange things to his hair, like he’d just walked off the set of a rom-com.

He was holding a metal mug and tossed it toward you.

“I’d say drink up, but you might want to rinse the sand out first,” he said, grinning.

You glared at him over the rim. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, tremendously.”

You didn’t say thank you, but you drank it anyway.

The inside of the tent was bare - just blankets, packs, and what looked like an extremely weathered tarot deck lying on the floor. The air smelled like leather and old dust, and the wind outside kept pulling intently at the edges of the canvas.

Joseph crouched by the entrance, forearms resting casually across his knees.

“So,” he said, casually conversational, “still feel like murdering us?”

You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. “Not unless someone starts talking about fate again.”

“Noted.” He nodded, mock-serious. “We’ll keep the philosophical nonsense to a minimum.”

Another pause.

“You’re handling it better than I expected.”

“Expected me to cry?”

“Or scream. Or try to throttle Jotaro. That one happens more than you’d think.”

You leaned back, wincing slightly. “I think the attempted murder quota’s been filled for the week.”

Outside, someone laughed. You caught a glimpse of the others - Polnareff doing lunges, Kakyoin sitting on a rock, and Jotaro pretending they didn’t exist.

The whole squad gave off strong field trip energy.

You sighed. “Is this what I signed up for?”

Joseph’s smile widened. “You haven’t signed anything yet.”

You looked at him. Really looked. There was a scar across his cheek. Dust on his sleeves. Calluses on his fingers. He was older than the rest of them. Not just in age, he carried himself differently. Like he knew exactly how bad things could get and still got up every morning to punch fate in the mouth.

“Do you really think you can beat him?” you asked quietly.

Joseph didn’t ask who you meant.

He just leaned back on his heels and said, “We have to.”

No bravado. No wink. Just that.

The tent flap opened. Avdol poked his head in.

“They’re awake?”

“Very much so,” Joseph said. “And only slightly homicidal.”

You raised your mug in a toast. “Progress.”

Avdol gave a noncommittal grunt and disappeared again.

Joseph pushed himself to his feet with a dramatic groan and offered you a hand. “Come on. You’re not gonna win the next fight from inside a tent.”

You stared at his hand.

Then took it.

His grip was warm, firm, steady and annoyingly confident.

As he helped you up, you muttered, “If I collapse in front of everyone, I’m haunting you.”

He grinned sideways. “So dramatic. You’ll fit right in.”

You gave him your most unimpressed glare. “You’re unbearable.”

“Better than unprepared,” he said, brushing the flap aside as sunlight spilled in.

And with that, you followed him out.

The fire was small, but it did the job.

Dinner was some unholy combination of canned beans and what Avdol claimed was “seasoned jerky,” though you were reasonably sure what it was. Polnareff had already made three separate complaints. Jotaro hadn’t spoken since the fire was lit. Kakyoin was poking at his food.

You, meanwhile, were just grateful you hadn’t been stabbed again yet.

Joseph Joestar sat across from you, legs folded loosely, hands moving easily as he talked about something - stand theory, maybe, or his travels in Italy. You weren’t really listening.

You were watching the way his sleeves were rolled up.

Which was fine. Totally fine. You were allowed to have eyes.

You took another bite of beans you didn’t taste.

“Something wrong with the food?” Joseph asked.

You blinked. “What?”

“You made a face.”

You did not, in fact, make a face. Probably.

“Just thinking,” you said vaguely, gesturing with your fork.

He tilted his head a little. Not quite smiling. “Dangerous.”

“Try it sometime.”

“Ooh,” Polnareff called out from somewhere behind you, “first banter of the night goes to the new kid!”

“I’m not a kid,” you corrected. Then, for Joseph’s benefit: “Lets go for ‘mysterious drifter.’”

He grinned, teeth flashing in the firelight. “You don’t seem like the mysterious type.”

“And you don’t act like the retired type,” you said with mock-sweetness. “You look it though.”

“Ouch,” Joseph said, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Direct hit.”

“You’ll live.”

“Can’t guarantee that,” he muttered, half under his breath, and the air shifted a little - not colder, but closer. Like you’d brushed against something raw and still healing.

You looked at him again. Really looked.

The lines at the corners of his eyes. The way his hands never quite stopped moving, even when he was still. That wild, brilliant recklessness.

You cleared your throat. “So.”

“So?”

“If I tragically die here tonight,” you said slowly, “can I at least pick the next meal?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow. “You planning on dying before breakfast?”

“Not if I can help it. But this-”you jabbed your fork at the mystery stew- “feels like a test of endurance.”

“Yeah,” Joseph said. “That’s kind of the theme.”

You held his gaze a second longer than necessary.

Then you looked away.

The conversation kept going - Polnareff telling some ridiculous story, Kakyoin chiming in, Avdol trying to bring the topic back to tactics.

But your focus kept slipping.

Back to the way Joseph’s voice roughened on certain words. The way his hair caught the firelight. The way he looked at you, sometimes, like he wasn’t quite sure what you were yet.

Something new. Something sharp.

You weren’t sure either.

Your shoulders had loosened. The fight had finally drained from your hands. And when your eyes met his across the fire, steady and unreadable, something shifted.

After breakfast - which was, as expected, an abomination - everyone split off to prep for travel. You found yourself helping Joseph sorting supplies, mostly because Polnareff had already wandered off to do God knows what and the rest of the crew had learned to leave Joseph to packing.

“Is there a reason this blanket is wrapped like this?” you asked, tightening the straps.

He huffed. “It’s a space-saving technique.”

“It’s a disaster.”

“You’re a disaster.”

“That’s not even a comeback.”

Joseph glanced over at you with a crooked grin. “You’re fun when you’re mouthy.”

You leaned in, voice sweet. “You haven’t seen me at my worst.”

His hands faltered slightly on the rope. You caught it. He knew you caught it.

You didn’t press. Just smiled to yourself and moved to the next bundle.

The sun rose higher. The crew grew restless. Somewhere behind you, Kakyoin and Jotaro were arguing over map directions. Avdol sat serenely in the shade.

You moved to the water flasks, giving them a shake. Nearly empty.

Joseph stood nearby, now elbow-deep in a saddlebag, swearing softly.

“Need help?” you offered.

“I need a drink,” he muttered.

You smirked. “That sounds like an invitation.”

That got him. He paused, turned, and gave you the kind of look that said: Careful.

But he didn’t say it.

Instead, he said, “You always this flirtatious, or is it just the heat?”

You tipped your head, mock-thoughtful. “I do have a type.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, voice casual.

“Older men. Preferably ones with a tragic backstory and unresolved emotional trauma.”

He barked a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

“You’re my target demographic.”

Joseph groaned, running a hand down his face. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

You leaned on the edge of the pack mule, watching him with deliberate ease. “Only if you’re interested.”

And then, just to twist the knife a little deeper, you winked.

Joseph Joestar, world-class Hamon user, veteran adventurer, and proud smartass… actually blushed.

It was subtle. Barely a flicker. But it was there.

“Alright,” he said, coughing into his hand. “That’s enough. Go bother Polnareff.”

“I’d rather bother you.”

“You are bothering me.”

You beamed. “Perfect.”

He turned away, muttering something under his breath, but his shoulders weren’t as tense. If anything, he looked like he was trying not to smile.

The others called out that it was time to move, and the pack began gathering again, brushing dust off clothes and readying mounts.

As you walked past Joseph, he caught your wrist, just briefly.

“Don’t get used to the teasing,” he said, voice low. “I’m a married man.”

You glanced down at his hand on yours.

“Relax,” you murmured. “I’m just here to fight Dio.”

Then you tugged free and kept walking - cool, casual and in control.

But you didn’t miss the way he watched you go.

By the time the group had mounted up and started heading toward the next town, the sun was a merciless glare in the sky and your earlier exchange with Joseph had cooled, at least on the surface.

Beneath that? Smoldering. Tension. Absolute scandal.

Unfortunately, Polnareff had eyes.

And a huge mouth.

He scurried beside Joseph, grinning like he’d just uncovered state secrets. “Soooooo…”

Joseph sighed. “So what.”

“What’s up with them?” Wink wink.

Joseph nearly fell off his horse. “Excuse me?!”

“They’re not hard to read, you know. All that smiling and hair twirling. You’re not exactly subtle either, gramps.”

“They’re not- I’m not- There’s nothing going on!”

From further back, Kakyoin calmly flipped a page in his book. “That’s not what your ears said earlier.”

“My what?”

“Your ears. They turn red when they talk to you.”

“I have sunburn!”

Avdol let out the kind of sigh that could wither crops.

You raised a hand and waved over your shoulder. “Miss me already?”

Polnareff gasped. “SEE?!”

Joseph groaned. “Stop. All of you. I’m a married man!”

“You say that,” Polnareff replied, “but you’ve got big midlife crisis energy.”

From the very back, where he’d been brooding, Jotaro finally spoke.

“Yare yare daze.”

Joseph stiffened. “Jotaro-”

“I think I don’t want to wake up in twenty years to some random teenager punching through walls and yelling Dora Dora at the furniture.”

Joseph froze. “What does that even mean?!”

Jotaro didn’t elaborate. Just gave him a long, withering look.

Avdol sighed. “You walked into that one.”

Polnareff wiped away a tear. “He really did.”

You finally glanced over your shoulder and smiled. “Do you think it’d have your eyes?”

Joseph groaned like he was seconds away from throwing himself off the saddle. “Don’t encourage them.”

You winked back at him.

He didn’t turn around, didn’t say anything else.

But he didn’t deny it either.

Instead, he let the silence settle, easy and unbothered, as the horses carried you forward beneath the burning sky.

The desert stretched out ahead - heat rising in slow, shimmering waves, hooves thudding in rhythm, and the sound of laughter trailing behind you like dust in the wind.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything.

But it wasn’t nothing, either.

[nayastar0]

: :✦ɴᴏʀɪᴀᴋɪ ᴋᴀᴋʏᴏɪɴ🍒 a moment between us;

—pairings: Kakyoin Noriaki x fem!reader

—cw: university au, modern au, small makeout, mentions of sex(indirectly), bad grammar

—genre: fluff

—sypnosis: after a tiring day at university, you decided to spend the rest of the day with your boyfriend;

author note: i’m back yayyyyy (no one cares😭)

➤ You yawned for the 10th time that day. That day was being specially tiring for you. You where taking Arts in university and it was nothing like you had expected. Well, at least you were going to see your boyfriend before classes…that was a good thing at least.

You were sitting near the fountain in the middle of the campus, drawing in your sketchbook when your heard your best friend’s voice calling you: “HEY Y/N!!!” You jolted. When your best friend approached you glared at her “i told you to stop screaming my name like that!” She laughed placing her hands on her hips “you really are no fun, Y/n” you rolled your eyes and closed your sketchbook. Your best friend’s is Yashiro. She’s in the same class but she’s the complete opposite of you. She’s an extrovert and you’re an introvert. While everyone in class knows who is she, you’re just a loner who wears extra sized clothes all year. Yashiro sat next to you smirking 

“Sooooooo…i heard that you’ll see your boyfriend today…” you raised an eyebrow at her

“I literally told you that yesterday …and stop smirking like that, it’s scary”

“Like what?” She said still smirking

“Like THAT!” 

She laughed which me you chuckled slightly. You always forget that her laugh is so contagious.

: :🍒: :

When the lecture ended, started to pack your things when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders 

“Are tou going to go see your boyfriend now? Can i go with you?” Yashiro asked smiling. 

You sighed.

“We can do something together tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Yashiro pouted, she always acted like a kid around you, and you knew exactly why. 

“Yo, yashiro! We’re going to the karaoke together! Wanna come with us?”

A group of people asked waved at Yashiro which she smiled and waved back

“Yeah of course!”

She turned at you a smiled

“I’ll call you tomorrow, love ya!”

Then, she ran to the group and disappeared between the doors of the lecture room. You sighed. This was definitely being tiring day for you.

You yawned while walking though the campus. Finally the day ended, finally you were going to see your boyfriend.

“I should call him…” you said looking for your phone inside your bag.

The truth is, you’ve been worried about your boyfriend for a while now. After the incident with his stomach and sight that sent him to the hospital, everything changed. You visited him everyday, of course, but still you were very worried about him. Maybe you were just pressuring him to much…

when he left the hospital, you were really happy and you started visiting his apartment everyday. 

But you didn’t know that he was insecure about his new body. He became more skinny because of his new diet, he lost weight, and the scars in his eyes and belly didn’t help. When he told you about it, you felt terrible. How could you not notice something like that? How could you not notice that we was not ok? So you decided to worship him everyday, telling him that you love him just the way he is and doesn’t need to worry about anything, and it did helped him become less insecure about his body, and you were happy. 

“Ah- Y/n.” 

You heard a soft voice calling your name, a voice that you knew exactly who it belonged to. Your eyes widened.

“…Noriaki?”

You lifted your head up just to see your boyfriend standing in front of you. He was a bit taller than you and his body got more muscular since the last time you saw him. He was wearing the green turtleneck sweater you had given him, which made you even happier, he also his favorite brown pants, with a belt, and with his brown boots.

You laughed and ran to him.

“You know you didn’t had to pick me up, right?” 

“I know but i wanted to surprise you”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, tou tip-toed and you placed a quick peek on his lips.

You ran your hands from his shoulders to his chest, making him blush. You looked at his sweater then you looked back at him

“It looks great on you”

“…thanks” Kakyoin said with a loving smile on his face.

: :🍒: :

At his apartment, Kakyoin went to kitchen.

“I’m going to prepare some tea for me, do you want some for you too?”

“Ah yes please, thank you…” 

You said while sitting in his sofa.

Some minutes had passed and now you were watching a movie on his tv when you felt a pair of soft lips in your cheek. 

“Ah- Noriaki!” You said giggling

“Here’s your tea, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, baby”

You turned off the tv and gently took the cup from him a you started sipping the liquid carefully. Kakyoin sat beside you watching you as you drink the tea. You noticed him staring so you raised an eyebrow.

“Is there something wrong, Nori?”

He snapped out of his trance and looked away with a slight shade of pink in his ears.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…you’re…you’re mesmerizing…it’s addictive…”

He looked at you again with soft loving eyes. He, gently and carefully raised a hand to caress your cheek. You placed the cup of tea in the table and you closed the proximity between you two with a kiss, kakyoin gasped in surprise but quickly reciprocated. The kiss quickly escalated into something more intimate. Your tongues danced with each other freely with you often leting out small gasps and moans against his mouth.

Never breaking the kiss, you pushed Kakyoin making him fall with his back against the arm of the sofa and you placed yourself on top of him as he placed his hands on your hips with a tight grip which made you let out a small moan.

Finally you broke the kiss, seeking for air to breath while formed a pout with his lips.

“What?”

“Why did you stop?”

You looked at him smirking

“I can always give you more…”

Suddenly, you receive a call. You get up from the sofa to pick up the phone, leaving Kakyoin still pouting.

“Yes?”

“Y/N, hellooooo~!”  Yashiro almost shouted 

“What is it, you said you would call me tomorrow…”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t call you today…i was going to ask if you are free tonight!”

You looked at Kakyoin, searching for his opinion but all you got was a strong pout is his lips. You sighed

“Sorry, I’m going to spend to night with my boyfriend…”

“Oooooohh~ okay then, I won’t bother you….oh, and don’t forget to use condom, I don’t my best friend pregnant yet!”

You blushed furiously

“WHA-….oh my god” you sighed and she laughed

“Bye bye pookie, love ya~~”

She ended the call and you sighed, you turned to Kakyoin just to see that he was not there.

“Noriaki?”

“I’m in my room!”

You made your way to his room and you founded him staring at his scar in his belly with a sad look on his face. You sighed, walked to him and hugged him from behind placing and kiss on his neck.

“The most beautiful scar i’ve ever seen…i never told you this but…you look so hot with this scar…”

He turned at you, still inside your arms

“…do you really think so…?”

“Yes, of course honey! You’re the most beautiful men I’ve ever saw in my life!”

You placed your hand in his belly

“And this scar right here won’t change my opinion”

You kissed his lips, jawline, neck, collarbone, chest and lips again.

He smiled warmly at you. In fact you always made sure that you love him, even with scars in his eyes and stomach. You always made sure that, whenever he felt insecure, you where always there with him and you always shooed the insecurities away, and he was so thankful for that.

“Kakyoin?”

He snapped out of his trance and looked at you.

“Sorry…did i stared to much…?”

“Hehe, no it’s ok…come here”

You climbed into his bed and opened your arms. 

He smiled and followed you laying on top of you and with his head on your breasts. You chuckled and ran your fingers through his red hair.

“I love your Noriaki”

You said placing a kiss on his head 

“I love you too, baby”

He said with his voice muffled which made you laugh. You two stayed there cuddling for a few hours, just enjoying each other’s presence.

©2025 NayaStar. all rights reserved.

[creepycoffins]

May I ask… about your jotakak headcannons? Any of them that you’re willing to share. Please I beg

YEAH OFC uhhhh hold on I'll put a cut here so I can go into detail

First of all, addressing the elephant in the room: It's very clearly stated in canon that Kakyoin hates submitting to people. That goes for friends too. If you are Kakyoin's friend, it means that you have earned his respect. So I think it's safe to say that he would not be submissive in any part of the relationship, romantic or platonic, and likewise fail wife Jotaro getting assigned suave dom top is SOOOO funny like did we watch the same thing. Fandom always does this it's binary thinking it's heteronormative it's tired dude!! Kakyoin MELTS Jotaro like a hot knife in butter dude, ain't noooo way. Also Hierophant is RIGHT there with his whole thing?? Right ok

Wrt Jotaros Issues, I think Kakyoin can see straight through him. Jotaro is known to believe that his actions speak louder than anything he could communicate verbally, which DOES incite many miscommunications, but Kakyoin is insightful, thoughtful, and observant enough to see and understand most of jotaro's intentions (ur not cool and stoic, jotaro, ur purposely putting urself in harms way so that you are the only one who gets hurt bc you at least know how you'll handle it!!!)

I like to think that if Kakyoin had lived, Kakyoin would have been Jotaro's confidant, and vice versa (since, despite his straightforward sincerity, Kakyoin definitely has some work to do on communicating his feelings and being vulnerable as well). I think, despite both of them being stubborn as hell they get each other, bottom line.

Also their stands are suuuuch a good battle couple combo hierophant holds them down/weakens defenses and splat punches the shit out of them it's baked in!!!

Other lil things I'll put in the tags bc I've already typed enough ty for coming to my ted talk :))

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

I’m not sure about what to suggest for your 1,000 milestone, but I want to say congratulations!!

I’m rewatching Tim Burton Batman Movies and I thought to myself, what about JJBA as a Batman AU? (But maybe different versions of Batman besides Tim Burton to give more flavor and depth)

Jonathan, Joseph and Jotaro are Batman (They all fit as Batman and I honestly couldn’t pick one) and they’re siblings

Jonathan is 28, Joseph is 26 and Jotaro is 24 (He’s in college)

Jonathan - He donates to charity and holds charity balls to help the less fortunate while working with his pal Speedwagon to make the streets better (He’s the eldest and handles the Joestar Family Company)

Joseph - The Playboy of the brothers and flirts with different women, he hangs out with his friend Caesar a detective, he’ll get serious under the mask but will mostly stay behind to keep appearances with the Public

Jotaro - The stoic and serious one of the three and is currently the only one who’s still doing school (He’s the youngest) and is friends with Kakyoin who’s an Art Major at the University they go to

Giorno, Josuke and Jolyne can fit as the Robins and Batgirl (I refuse to see how this wouldn’t work) but they’re mainly young teenagers to kid (Josuke

I’m still working on the Villains’ list but this is what I have so far

Dio/DIO - Joker (But he knows how to stay in the Shadows and hide) and his partner is Pucci who’s his Harley Quinn (I actually keep forgetting Dio is canonically Bisexual 😭)

Kars - Poison Ivy and Ra’s la Ghul (It was the earth that birthed him) and has no problem killing millions, half or all of Humanity for the planet (He also looks very cunty already)

Wammu - Bane (This works because he ‘breaks’ the Bat *Joseph*) but he’s intelligent and not an idiot (I actually rage whenever there’s versions of Bane that are unintelligent) he still has a code of honor in battle or course

Diavolo/Doppio - Two-Face (Doppio being a lawyer does sound interesting to me, but he’s seen as a joke by his fellow lawyers because he’s clumsy and timid, until his accident) Doppio and Diavolo share the same body, with one side of their Face Doppio and the other a disfigured Diavolo (Because Diavolo is the evil one) and now they’re the most dangerous Mobster out there with Passione

Darling is either a Therapist who works at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane (No she will not become Harley Quinn) or a Reporter and Photographer who thinks the Caped Crusaders are Heroes to her City instead of Threats (She’ll work with Caesar as his partner)

There’s more but I’m trying to figure out who fits where and it’s actually very fun for this AU

Ooh batman, I do love the Tim Burton adaptation, his style in my opinion really gives Gotham a stand out feel. Big fan of Tim Burton's older works. Though I do feel his modern works have lost the German impressionist roots that really drew me into his work (can you tell that I did a Tim Burton analysis for a whole semester in art class?)

Darling is a psychologist that works at the asylum and knows all three Joestars. She's very bold and speaks her mind. Both complimenting and criticizing those she speaks to.

Jonathan visits the asylum often as he wants to help reform the justice system and as one of their biggest funders it's his right to know how they are conducting their operations as well as a secret second thing...

He usually offers darling invitations to any galas as she's a huge help to him.

Joesph is a university friend of hers, they both studied criminology. Though it was Joesph's major. He has tried to ask her out but due to his playboy status she is quick to remind him that they maybe close but she doesn't believe he's serious about a relationship. (At most it'd be a secret friend's with benefits relationship)

Jotaro like his brother also chose criminology, though his major is Marine ecology. Occasionally daling comes in to help her former teacher as a guest presenter and perhaps through her was able to get an internship at the asylum.

He probably ends up going through and copying all her work files to share with the other two.

She's at this point the only one equipped enough to deal with the high risk inmates. Of course they all have specialized cells to keep them in.

Dio was adopted into the Joestar family at the age of 12 and was set to be another successful member of the Joestar family before George's death. He was found guilty of murdering him as well as planning to kill Jonathan so he could get his hands on the inheritance. Of course in the asylum he tries to gain the empathy of others with half truths. Doesn't work on darling, it's technically a conflict of interest due to her association with the Joestars but she's the only one who can work with him. She knows the other side of the story. She also knows Jonathan also visits him during his inspections and is trying his best to reason with Dio.

As she puts it

"You were set for success, you had the money, the intellect and the looks but like Icarus you flew to close to the sun"

He likes the challenge darling presents, most would have fallen head over heels for him. He just wants to get in that pretty little head of hers. He's already planned his escape with the asylum priest Pucci, who he's already charmed.

Kars was prolific scientist in the bio engineering field before his DNA was was spliced with an unknown material. He's gone mad, claims he's the apex being and that humans are destroying the natural order.

She doesn't really get anywhere with him at first. But when Wammu and Saitana (who I imagine could be clayface) got incarcerated, darling finds out they're cousins. Kars actually cared for them when they were younger but they became estranged as adults due to their careers. She brings it up and it strikes a cord. Gets him to finally start talking. He realizes that darling is a good person, just very misguided in his eyes. Perhaps he could get her to realize the truth.

Wammu was an athlete, always pushed his body to the limits and so when his body began to fail him he began relying on steroids to keep him competing. Eventually that was not enough and he underwent a experimental treatment that worked a little too well. He needs to be in a mostly metal cell in the basement as he could've easily punched through a brick wall. Even now he seems to only be getting stronger, soon steel won't be enough. The staff decide to sedate him to keep him in check. Even a specialized diet to avoid anymore muscle development.

Despite being sedated he's still awake just not entirely there. Darling does still visit him and talks. She also informs him that Kars is there and relays conversations between the two as it's giving her a lot of insight.

Doppio's life was changed when the priest who adopted him was murdered and home was set on fire. He wanted to become a lawyer to bring justice to those who who ruined the lives of the less fortunate. Little did he know the one who had ruined his was himself.

No one really took him seriously, he seemed way to soft to be in that position. Even though he was the top of his classes at university. He is hopelessly clumsy, dropping documents or tripping over himself. However during one trial he was able to put a major crime lord behind bars and it felt like he was finally getting somewhere... until one of his subordinates caught him and pushed half his face into acid.

That was when he became aware of his other, darker half. Who managed to break out of his binds and kill the perpetrator. He was let go as it was self defense but Doppio was no longer the same, two people now fully aware of one another in a shared body.

After a string of crimes he was brought in and darling was assigned to him.

Doppio is very understanding and soft spoken, and thus darling offers him the same. He knows why and has no objections to being imprisoned.

Diavolo is more cold but is prone to outbursts. Doppio is always his greatest concern and know that he has a crush on their cute psychologist and he promise him he'll get her, he promises.

[hauntingblue]

Why are dio and pucci chilling in a bed like they are in a sleepover.... nvm

[duhragonball]

Stardust Crusaders Liveblog: JJBA Ch.150-153

Am I the only one who can't get through this one without the game show theme song running through my head?

By this point, the Joestar Group has acquired a jeep, and they're approaching the India-Pakistan border. Joseph's in a hurry to get out of the country, because he's wanted for the murder of that doctor Empress killed. But he admits that he'll miss the place. He was overwhelmed at first, but now he's come to appreciate the dense population of Calcutta, and the Ganges River. Jotaro and Kakyoin never really had a problem with it in the first place, and Polnareff says he plans to return someday to give Avdol a proper burial.

Everyone gets really quiet, and it seems like they're sad about Avdol's death during the battle with Hol Horse and J. Geil. In fact... well I'll just spoil this now... Avdol faked his death. As I recall, Joseph and Jotaro showed up to take him to a doctor, but they told Polnareff that they buried him somewhat hastily while Pol and Kak were fighting the bad guys. I forget when they let Kakyoin in on it. I want to say Kakyoin was the first to find out, since he was the first one to check on Avdol after he got "killed", but he was pretty emotional about Avdol's "death" during the fight with Geil, so he'd have to be a hell of an actor.

The reason I'm saying this is because it's not much of a twist. When I watched the anime on Crunchyroll, I knew Avdol would be back, because he appeared in at least one thumbnail for the later episodes. Also he hasn't done a whole lot since this Part began. He got Jotaro out of the cell, he defeated Polnareff in Hong Kong, and that's about it.

Plus, it just makes a lot of sense to have one guy travel separately from the group. The bad guys know where to find Joseph and Jotaro because Dio has that psychic connection with them. The bad guys also know a lot about Heirophant Green and Silver Chariot because Pol and Kak used to be Dio's slaves. But Avdol can move freely across the continent, and no one will even be looking for him. If anyone does try to stop him, he'll bust out Magician's Red, the one Stand the bad guys aren't prepared to face.

Besides, Avdol followed Polnareff into the fight with Geil and Hol Horse, and Pol had no idea until he jumped in to help. It makes sense that Avdol would be a little too sneaky to die so easily. Even Hol Horse was amazed at how quickly they defeated him, and he was one of the ones they were worried about.

Granted, Avdol got stabbed and shot in the head at the same time, but this is JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, where characters get a hole punched through them and keep fighting anyway.

Anyway, the rest of the team picks up a hitchhiker: Anne, the girl they met on their way to Singapore. How did she get ahead of the Joestar Group? Well, she doesn't waste time in Stand Battles, for one thing. Also, these dopes keep assuming she'll go straight home, when she clearly has a yearning to travel. They argue over what to do with her, but Jotaro gets fed up with the debate and settles it. They'll take her across the border, then get her on a plane back to Hong Kong, and that'll be the end of it. And this is pretty much what happens, so I guess Jotaro's had enough of her showing up and getting in the way.

Anne seems happy enough to get to ride with these guys a while longer. She goes into her whole backstory, but no one cares. Well, I care, Anne, so I'll talk about it. Basically she wants to see the world before she gets older and has to worry about bras and painting her nails. I can't tell if she's having a midlife crisis at the age of 11, or if she thinks women are incapable of travel because their boobs get in the way. Actually, yeah, the Stardust Crusaders are right to ignore you, Anne. Your backstory sucks.

Much of this arc is spent dealing with the only other car on this road. He drives too slow, so Polnareff uses the four-wheel-drive to pass him. Then the other car catches up and starts tailgating them, so Polnareff lets him pass. Then the car drives too slow again, and suddenly waves them on to pass. Polnareff is eager to do so, but then...

.... OH SHIT there's a truck in the other lane! They all die horribly in the wreck and... Well, wait, hang on.

Instead, Star Platinum punches the truck to bounce the jeep away. I'm not quite sure this makes sense, but go with it.

The jeep does a sick flip and lands on its wheels. It's banged up pretty bad but it still runs. The truck, on the other hand, is a flaming wreck, and Jotaro's like "just leave it".

What about the mysterious driver who got them into this mess? Well he's long gone.

The car drives up to a fork in the road and switches the sign around to lead the good guys away from the Pakistani border. That's our clue (if we needed one) that this is another Enemy Stand User, who knows whothe good guys are and where they're going.

The gang decide to stop at some sort of cafe or general store or whatever you'd call those in India. They have chai, which Araki helpfully explains is tea mad with milk and sugar. Okay, that explains it. I hear about "milk tea" sometimes and I guess that's what that means. With the sugar, it sounds kind of like hot chocolate, but tea flavor instead.

There's chunks of cow dung stuck to the wall, and I like that the narration explains why this is. They dry the dung out, then use it later on when they need kindling to start a fire. Joseph learns about sugar cane juice, which is prepared by pressing the cane through a roller to extract the juice, and then add some lemon juice.

See, this is nice. We're actually seeing some cool stuff about India, proving that it's not just a "dirty country" packed with beggars. I think this is Araki trying to balance out that negative introduction to India, but to me it kind of feels unbalanced. The joke about Calcutta was that Joseph thought it was filthy and full of unpleasant people, and Avdol's like "Yeah, that's what makes it awesome." Like, even if Avdol's right, it's just kind of a mean way to introduce a whole country.

Anyway, Joseph notices the car parked nearby, and they begin to suspect that they're being stalked by an Enemy Stand User. But the driver is nowhere to be found, and no one around will fess up to owning the car, so Jotaro concludes that the only safe course of action is to clobber everyone and sort it out later.

Kakyoin is the only one who has a problem with this "Clobber Everyone" plan, and he's especially disappointed that Joseph would be up for this. Poor Kakyoin wouldn't last a minute in Part 2. Santana would just walk right through him and absorb his entire body without breaking stride.

While they fight, the car drives off, and they jump in the jeep to chase it, but they think the car is heading for Pakistan. Instead, they wind up at a ravine with a rickety old rope bridge and nothing else. There's no sign of the car, and that makes no sense. The only way out of this would be to double back.

Except the car's a Stand, so of course it suddenly shows up behind them and starts pushing the jeep over the edge of the ravine. This time, Star Platinum can't punch their way to safety, because if Star punches the car, the recoil will shove the jeep over the ravine. Yeah, this is why I couldn't buy that bit whee Star Platinum punched the truck to save the jeep. I mean, the idea was that Star Platinum would deflect them away, except you'd think the sudden jolt would be just as bad as the collision.

Instead, it's up to Heirophant Green. It can extend itself to reach the edge of the ravine as they fall, but Joseph points out that it's not strong enough to support the weight of the jeep. Kakyoin has already taken that into account, though...

Turns out he had Heirophant Green grab the cable from the Jeep's winch, and hooks it to the bad guy car just in time.

From here, Star Platinum can haul the jeep back up by climing the cable. The car can't do anything without going over the ravine too.

Once they're close enough, Star Platinum punches the car's rear wheel, which I guess shoves it to one side as the jeep lands on the ground. I don't really understand how this works. Jotaro compares this technique to the sort of maneuvers Sumo wrestlers use when they're at the edge of the ring. Like, I can sort of get how a sumo would do this with his opponent's arms to switch places, but I don't see how this makes any sense with a car and a jeep.

Kakyoin is totally on board with this though. Look at these two exchanging shit-eating grins. No wonder everyone ships it.

The bad guy car falls down the ravine, but then it just digs a tunnel and emerges from underneath the jeep. So that pretty much confirms that this is a Stand User.

Jotaro reasons that the car itself is the Stand, and it transforms into this monstrous form to leave no further doubt. The driver introduces the Stand as "Wheel of Fortune", and tries to run Jotaro down. Jotaro is game to stand his ground, but WoF shoots some mysterious projectile at him. Whatever it is, it leaves no trace.

The gang try to withdraw into a crevasse, thinking the car is too wide to follow, but WoF just twists and contorts itself to fit.

So Jotaro leads them up to a tall butte, but Wheel of Fortune sprouts spikes from its wheels and starts driving up the side like the Spider-Mobile.

Despite this, Jotaro refuses to despair, and says that they can attack Wheel of Fortune as it reaches the top of the butte. For a moment, it's underside will be exposed before it flops down and becomes horizontal again.

But Wheel of Fortune was prepared for this. Turns out that stuff it was shooting before was gasoline. It wasn't meant to hurt the good guys much, but to douse them in flammable liquid so the driver can light them on fire with a spark from the car's electronics. Jotaro appears to go up in flames and...

The driver declares victory, and breaks the fourth wall to announce that Part 3 is over. Then Jotaro asks him who would replace him as the protagonist. Yeah, seriously. Josuke and Giorno are toddlers at this point.

Turns out Jotaro took a page out of Wheel of Fortune's book and tunneled under the ground, using his jacket as a burning decoy. He takes exception to WoF's driver claiming they had no other paths to take. "A path is something you make yourself," Jotaro replies, and that makes a pretty good tagline for Part 3.

And now that he's close enough to Wheel of Fortune, Jotaro unloads with Star Platinum, beating the guy so bad he goes through the opposite door of the car. Jotaro congratulates him on finding his own path.

I didn't fully appreciate it at the time, but I think this is where Jotaro starts to come into his own as the protagonist. The others can handle themselves in a Stand Battle, but this is the third time we've seen the entire group get attacked, and Jotaro is the only one who puts up a fight. With Dark Blue Moon, Jotaro got dragged into the water, and no one else could go in after him. With Strength, Jotaro just happened to be in the same room with the orangutan when the bad guy was revealed. Under different circumstances, one of the others might have had to handle the bad guy.

But with Wheel of Fortune, it's all Jotaro. Heirophant Green helps save the Jeep, but when the fighting actually starts, it's all Jotaro, and everyone else is just struggling to stay out of the way. They're all worried, but only Jotaro is looking for ways to go on the offensive. That's not a knock on the others, but it's pretty clear which one is the "main" guy on this team.

And the funny thing is that he seems to enjoy the role. He was irritated and skeptical of the situation with Dio and Stands before, but now that they're committed to this journey, he's gotten pretty comfortable tackling these goons head on.

As for me, I'm glad I finally put this one behind me, because I always got confused whether this fight happens in India or Pakistan. Now I see that this is because Wheel of Fortune tampered with the sign, so they thought they were approaching the border but never actually got there. So we'll check out Pakistan next time.

[princelylove]

Good morning/afternoon/evening Dear Prince. I hope you're doing and feeling well and I apologize for my stupidity, here are pretty pink flowers for you 🌸🌷🌺🪷🌺🌷🌸 I'm sorry for being stupid and overbearing and breaking your rules, just delete my previous two letters so I ask for a simple sadistic Kakyoin and masochist Darling.

Please, thank you and have a wonderful day.

I honestly can't recall what this is in reference to, so, sure, forgiven.

'It's punishment time, baby.' always rings in my ears whenever I think about Noriaki's character. You'd think he wouldn't be the type to drop cool one-liners, that's kind of Jotaro's whole deal, but he is. It's embarrassing, too, especially when he chooses to drop them.

There isn't a worse time to be called 'baby' than when you're tied up in the air like meat in a slaughterhouse.

Noriaki is a very traditional sadist, he's very physical, but there's not much he can do to physically overwhelm you, Noriaki has a small-ish frame and a lean silhouette. His canonical height is 178 cm / 5 ft 10 inches, which is tall if you yourself are short, but not in comparison to the giants he calls his friends. It's just not fair, is it? It's difficult to be intimidated by someone slender, usually. He considered himself on the taller side before, but it's just not the same when he isn't broad nor intimidating. Noriaki is pretty, really, and he has no interest in changing his appearance to conform to what you think someone scary looks like. Noriaki understands his weaknesses, but to him, they add to the play. Haven't you heard of the halo effect?

You wouldn't assume he's the type to strap you down and have his way with you. It's kind of exciting, isn't it? To be controlled by someone who cannot physically overpower you? He's quite the opportunist, he takes advantage of people assuming he's not dangerous just because of his body.

Noriaki favors tools, he uses his stand, obviously, but whips, his belt, rods, and anything he think could be amusing to use on you are entirely fair game, really. He's quite experimental- as long as he thinks he can use it for more than an hour, he'll try it. Slow torment calls his name, can you really call it an indulgent session if you're not there until the sun rises?

He's the typical rope bunny's ideal partner, Hierophant Green makes for wonderful rigging on top of the arsenal Noriaki calls 'toys.' He doesn't really like to use his hands to hurt you- it just doesn't do anything for him. He'd rather choke you with Hierophant Green than his own hands, you look lovely with ribbon tied too tightly.

He's more fond of just restricting his darling over something like birching, but honestly, it's all so tempting. If running knives down your pretty skin gets tiring, he'll have fun making your body swing back and forth in the air.

Honestly, Noriaki loves to make his darling uncomfortable first and foremost. He wants his darling to squirm before they'll truly think how badly it hurts, it isn't fun if you don't warm up a little. Don't you know anything about foreplay?

[rougepancake]

Creature

Jotaro Kujo x Afab!Reader

Not proofread because we face the consequences of our actions here 💪

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, soft Joot, soft dom!Jotaro, both of you are hurting inside, slightly inexperienced Jotaro, fingering, soft sex, slightly ooc Joot but I did my best (he is really hard to write for)

Summary: He loved your cousin just as you did, however you can’t bring yourself to do the same for him. You could both easily comfort one another, yet you hate him so. It adds a painful irony to your whole ordeal that you’re not too fond of.

It was raining, funny enough. Just like it did in the movies. It always rained when the main character was in tears.

It hurt to sit there and watch, unable to say or do anything. You were his cousin, after all. The two of you had grown up together, thick as thieves. Yet you had nothing to say at his funeral.

And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to.

It’s because you couldn’t.

You couldn’t bring yourself to walk up there and speak about what a wonderful young man he was in front of his friends and the rest of your shared family. You were already in so much pain from the whole event, as was everyone else.

How could they not?

The death of a young man who had such a wonderful life ahead of him. A young man who was loved by all and loved everyone. A young man who was unafraid to stand up for his beliefs.

It was soul crushing.

So there you sat, in the back of the group next to some of his friends who didn’t know you all that well, but comforted you nonetheless. They had heard of you. You were practically his best friend, like a sibling to him in ways that people didn’t understand.

You were seventeen.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t experience this type of pain.

Seventeen year olds shouldn’t lose their lives to some supposed vampire that had a hundred year old grudge.

It just shouldn’t happen.

It’s not right.

You felt the tears slide down your cheeks as you sat and listened to the speakers.

It’s unjust.

After the service, you ran into the friend that you had heard oh so much about. The one who’s name had been mentioned on many phone calls and written on various letters.

Jotaro Kujo.

“So you’re y/n.”

And those three words stuck with you until college.

It took you all you had to refrain from crying like a child in front of him, but he said nothing as you broke down before him. It was as if he understood, as if he felt your pain to some extent. But he kept to himself.

“So you’re y/n.”

The words echoed in your head, repeating over and over on a never ending cycle. Kakyoin talked about you whilst on his travels. He told his friends all about you and how you loved him like a brother. He loved you. He loved you so much that he bothered his newfound friends with your name. He loved you so much that he wrote to you at every town he stopped at, even calling if he could. He loved you so much.

And it hurt.

Because seventeen year olds aren’t supposed to lose their best friends to tragic and violent situations.

“Hey y/n! What classes do you have?” Your friend asked enthusiastically, running up to you and grabbing your arm excitedly. You shrugged and continued to walk on, pulling out the piece of paper from the pocket of your skirt.

“It’s just what I wanted.” You say simply and head to your dormitory, which was right in the center of the college campus, large and glorified as if to say ‘we want the best for our students’.

“And what would that be silly?” You roll your eyes, unable to hold in the frustrated groan that escapes you.

“What do you think? Marine Biochemistry, Biological Oceanography, Invertebrate Zoology, and Physics.” You huff and walk into the lobby of your dormitory. It’s a coed dorm, since the school believes that it makes socializing easier for students.

However it just increases the std rate.

“I really don’t understand what made you want to become a marine biologist.” Your friend huffs as you fumble with the keys to your room. It’s not like she’d understand anyways.

“I find it interesting, that’s all.” You sigh and open the door, dropping your back to the floor with a sigh. Classes start tomorrow, so you’d better get a good nights rest. “Just like how you wanted to become a Zoologist.” You look over your shoulder. “Now scram, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Call me if you need anything y/n.”

And like that, you were left alone in your new room.

Supposedly you had a roommate, but they never showed, so you had the room to yourself, which was quite nice. However, you did have neighbors. Which you didn’t really mind as long as they weren’t loud.

But you hadn’t even seen them yet, so you couldn’t gauge anything until they showed their faces.

So here you were, stumbling around tiredly to find the kitchen in your new apartment-like dorm room. It was swanky, really. Almost too fancy to be considered a college dorm room.

Once you got something to eat, you plopped onto the couch and went to sleep, too lazy to head to your bedroom and sleep properly. The television ran loudly in the background, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything anymore, and if you did, it was something serious.

To you at least.

Your alarm forced you awake, ruining your mood entirely. You wanted to wake up well rested and ready for the day ahead, not the other way around.

“Shut the hell up.” You grumbled as you tripped your way over to your bedroom, slamming your alarm clock to the floor before hopping in the shower.

A mediocre schedule for a mediocre person. Nothing too out of the ordinary for someone who really didn’t do that much.

After a quick, far from healthy, breakfast, you headed down and began to walk around the campus blindly. It was beautiful and well kept, with students chatting and smiling practically everywhere you looked. The atmosphere was one of youth and happiness, one that would make someone in their forties shiver in nostalgic remembrance.

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked, trying to get your thoughts together before you went to class. The last thing you wanted to do was show up looking like a mess when you’ve wanted nothing but to make an impression on your instructors.

“Hey watch where you’re going” An all too familiar voice says behind you, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. He’s not talking to you, or is he? You can’t really tell- but you have to turn around to look at him.

“Jotaro..?” You whisper, looking at him with surprise. He looks at you, sneering in slight disgust as if he doesn’t remember you.

It really is him, standing at 6’5 in all his buff glory. You haven’t seen him in at least three years, and can’t help but be surprised at how much he’s changed. It has you in slight awe, but you push it back and continue on with your day.

“Punk.” You hear him grumble as you walk, which sets off something in you.

The next thing you know, you’re face to face with him, glaring at him as you speak.

“Listen here, Mr. Kujo. I may be many things, but I am no punk.” You growl, taking a step back and placing a cocky hand on your hip. He may have seen you at your worst, but you weren’t about to let him think you were weak. You’re just as strong as he is and you’re willing to give him hell as long as it gets your point across.

“Get out of my face, bitch.” He scoffs, pushing past you effortlessly. It only pisses you off more, but you bite your tongue, figuring you’ll have plenty of chances to get back at him.

And boy were you right.

There he is, front and center in the lecture hall for your Marine Biochemistry class. He looked bored, as if he had better things to do than attend the classes that he most likely picked out for himself.

It seemed like he followed you for the rest of the day, because everywhere you went, he was there. All of your classes, all of your little hiding spots on campus.

There was just no escaping him.

And it’s not like he was purposefully trying to agitate you- it was just one coincidence after another.

“What do you want?” He raised an eyebrow at you, scowling as you walked over to the vending machines.

“What does it look like, Kujo?” Your tone was laced with sarcasm, your words like knives that failed to affect him.

“Shut up.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

“I said shut up!” He raised his voice slightly, his fist slamming into the wall beside him and leaving a slight indent in its wake. There was an unnerving amount of power behind it.

“Fine, whatever.” With a heavy sigh, you got what you came for and left, shooting him a glare before you headed back to your dorm for the night.

Funny enough, it turns out that Jotaro Kujo himself was one of your neighbors. Which utterly enraged you.

He’s everywhere! What kind of cruelty is this?!?

There really no escaping him. And coincidentally enough, you were both seemingly on the same track as far as careers. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering why he chose this path, but it was none of your business. Clearly he wanted nothing to do with you, and you felt the same about him.

It’s not like you wanted to talk to him, but if you ever got the chance, you’d ask him about your cousin. You had to. He was there when he died, and you wanted to know how he was on his travels. Of course, it’s been a couple years since he passed, so it would probably be hard to just talk about it with him.

The sound of your phone reading pulled you from your thoughts, leaving you to face reality once again.

“Hello?”

“HEY Y/N YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!!!!”

You took a second to process what she said before putting the phone back to your ear.

“What happened..?”

“I SAW THIS SUPER CUTE GUY TODAY AND I THINK I’M IN LOVE!!!!”

“Really? Describe him to me.” You were beginning to return her energy, feeling slight excitement for her. However, you were slightly concerned given that she claims it was love at first sight.

“Oh yeah! He’s really tall and has curly black hair, but he covers it with a ha-“

You’ve never hung up on a person so fast.

You’d make it up to her, of course, but you just needed to collect your thoughts. Oh if she only knew.

Jotaro Kujo was NOT the guy for her.

You began to pace around your living room, your hands waving around frantically as you spoke to yourself. If anyone were to walk in on you in this very moment, they’d assume you were mental.

THUD

“What the hell was that?” It came from next door, where Jotaro was staying. You couldn’t hear anything after that, even if you pressed your ear against the wall. Reluctantly, you decided to go over there and check on him.

You knocked on his door and he opened it, a large red mark forming on his cheek and a dark look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but admire how strong he looked in this moment. Like he had been fighting for everything his whole life…

“What do you want?” His tone was harsh, his grip on the doorway a clear sign that you should run away. Never look back. Maybe even never interact with him ever again. He was purposefully trying to intimidate you.

But you had a problem with backing down.

“I’m trying to sleep, Kujo.” You scoffed, using the lie to cover up your curiosity. “Then I heard some noise coming from here.” You raised a brow and crossed your arms, looking into his eyes with a challenging glare. “Does the brute need assisted living to survive?”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t you have a roommate? Don’t tell me you killed them or something.” You rolled your eyes. It was too late to back down, so why not continue?

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh so you did?” You could feel a smirk forming on your lips. “Is that what that noise was? You should have said so sooner, I would have left you alone.” Your tone was lazy, feigning a carefree attitude as you taunted him. It was a risky move, but you knew you’d make it out alive.

He may be an asshole, but like everyone else, he has a soft spot. You just had to figure out what it was and use it to your advantage.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jotaro practically growled, leaning down and getting in your face as he spoke.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” You retorted, standing up on your tiptoes so your foreheads were almost touching.

“You’re just as annoying as your cousin said.”

You froze. So he did remember you. And he was using Kakyoin as leverage to get you to leave him be.

What a low blow.

Without thinking, you curled your hand into a fist and punched him right in the gut. He took a step back, his eyes shining with anger before he returned the favor, punching you in the face with an ungodly amount of force.

You stumbled back, rubbing your cheek with a hurt sigh. There really was no winning.

“Whatever. Just don’t keep me up tonight.” You grumbled before heading back to your room. You had seen it. The purple being that appeared behind him. It had looked at you with such curiosity, unlike the glare that Jotaro had been giving you.

You plopped down onto your bed and continued to think. What was that thing? Was that what Kakyoin was talking about? Was that a Stand? If that’s the case then how could you see it..? From what you remember Kakyoin saying, only other Stand users could see them… but as far as you knew, you didn’t have a stand. What brought this on? What was going on…

He’s avoided you since that night, ignoring your existence like it was nothing. But you didn’t mind. It’s not like you cared. How could you?

He was a good for nothing punk.

Yeah. Just a good for nothing punk…

totally.

“Y/n l/n for this project, you’ll be paired with Jotaro Kujo. I expect both of you to get along great since you two are both the highest scoring in the class.” Your professor wrote your names on the chalkboard, turning around to confirm that the both of you had heard him.

You wanted to stand up from your seat and shout in disbelief, to tell him that such a thing was simply outrageous. This project was going to go to shit! All because your professor was oblivious!

“Your assignment over the break is to observe and collect data on these types of fish.” He wrote down the species on the board, the chalk echoing in your ears. Dread overwhelmed you. “Be prepared, you’re going to end up spending quite a lot of time together.”

The bell rang.

“Alright everyone, I’ll see you in about three weeks. Don’t forget about your projects! They’re test grades!”

You grabbed your things and rushed out of the room, desperate for some fresh air. You rounded a corner and slid down the wall, bringing your knees to your chest as you thought.

“How stupid! Going based off of grades?! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of!” You mumbled to yourself, groaning in frustration.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.” The all too familiar voice reached your ears, causing you to laugh bitterly.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you.” You sneered.

“Oh shut up. Just come back to my family’s place. It’s right on the water.” He left no room for you to argue and walked away, heading back to the dormitory. Why his place? Your family had a cabin out by the ocean so why his? Oh well… you’d fight with him later.

Right now you needed to get packing.

Or something like that.

Either way, you and Jotaro were going to be getting real close real fast.

“So where is this cabin exactly?” Jotaro leaned back into the seat of your car, his arms crossed and his hat covering his eyes.

“Oh shut up. We’re almost there.” You rolled your eyes. It’s been a while since you’ve been to the cabin, but from what you remember, there’s enough stuff to support two people living in it for three weeks.

The car rounded a curve and a beautiful view of the beach came into sight, the waves lapping at the sand gorgeously as the wind swayed the greenery. The cabin could be seen located off to the side, hidden behind the trees.

“See. We’re practically here already.” You smirked. It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to bring him out here instead of having to stay with his family. That was the last thing you wanted.

“Yeah whatever.” He huffed and turned away from you, his eyes fixated on the ocean that seemed to be mere meters away.

You parked off to the side and hopped out of the car, taking the keys and stuffing them in your pocket as you walked towards the trunk of the vehicle.

“Let me get your shit.” Jotaro now stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he reached for your bags. Once he got ahold of them, he pulled away like it was nothing, leaving you to stand there, face flushed and heart pounding.

What had come over you?

Slowly, you headed back to the cabin, leaving your shoes by the door and looking around. Damn, it’s been taken care of quite well since the last time you visited.

“Right. It’s getting late. Do you want anything for dinner?” You looked at him. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed and his head resting on the cushion behind him. His hat had fallen off, revealing his messy locks. You could’ve sworn you heard him snoring.

Had he fallen asleep? Oh well. You’d make yourself something and leave him leftovers in the fridge in case he woke up.

Surprisingly enough, he happened to wake up while you were cooking, his eyes watching you closely. It looked like he had something to say, but couldn’t get it out.

“Do you want any? If not I’ll leave it in the fridge for you.” You looked over your shoulder and saw him look away, turning his body to avoid your gaze.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Right..” You sighed and finished cooking, sitting at the table and eating in silence. Jotaro had since turned on the television, watching Bubblegum Crisis intently.

Which was odd given that it was directed towards a female audience.

“Priss is my favorite character.” You sighed, standing up from the table and walking over to the couch. You leaned on it, your face nearing his. “It’s a shame that the series wasn’t a hit. Maybe then they would’ve had more episodes instead of having the A.D. Police.” You could practically feel Jotaro’s surprise as you talked. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to have similar interests as him.

“My favorite character is Nene.” He turned to look at you, observing you. “And the A.D. Police isn’t bad, but they could have definitely had more episodes of Bubblegum Crisis.” His tone was the same as always, uninterested and bored, but you knew he was excited.

“Bubblegum Crisis vaguely reminds me of Project A-Ko. But only vaguely.” You hopped over the back of the couch and sat down beside him, picking his hat up off the floor and handing it to him. “I wonder if they’ll turn it into a movie franchise.” You trailed off, pursing your lips in thought.

“I..” Jotaro stopped himself, shifting slightly before looking back at the television. “I actually like Appleseed. It was good for its time.”

“Ranma 1/2.”

“Demon City Shinjuku.”

“Castle in the Sky.”

“Akira.”

“Mobile Suit Gundam!”

The two of you had said it at the same time, turning to look each other in the eyes excitedly. However, you both quickly looked away once you realized you were supposed to hate each other.

“I uh… I own a copy of Mobile Suit Gundam’s first season... If you wanna watch it, that is.” You trailed off awkwardly, embarrassed by the sudden enthusiasm he brought out in you.

“Yeah… why not… I grew up watching Mobile Suit Gundam.” He sounded just as awkward as you did, which was weird since he didn’t really show his emotions.

You got up slowly and put in the cassette, pressing play and skipping through the previews before returning to the couch. Jotaro cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. It was dark outside. The clock read 11:34 pm. You probably should have gone to bed sooner, but you didn’t overly feel safe just falling asleep in the presence of a man you’re supposed to hate.

The intro to the show began playing and you could have sworn that you saw Jotaro’s eyes light up. It was nice, actually. To have someone to geek out with.

But it felt weird.

“Kakyoin never said you were annoying.” Jotaro said out of the blue, his eyes still fixated on the television. The words made you freeze, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes. But why? Why were you crying? Because you were right?

No. That wasn’t.

“He…” You swallowed back the lump that was forming in your throat. “He always had wonderful things to say about you.”

It was Jotaro’s turn to freeze, his eyes widening slightly as he sat in silence. It turns out he missed your cousin just as much as you did.

“Did he now…” He sighed, slowly turning to look at you. That expression of his was unreadable, but you couldn’t mistake that look in his eyes.

Sadness.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips. It was soft, like the way you touched his cheek. Gentle, in the sense that he was allowing himself to show the slightest bit of emotion whilst around you, which made you feel slightly better about your teary state.

“You know…” He leaned into your touch slightly, avoiding your gentle gaze. “I remember that day…” It felt like he was leaning in, his face ever so slightly getting closer to your own. You could feel your heart rate increase and see the light glint in his eyes.

It was all so surreal.

“I wanted nothing more than to hug you.” He admitted, his arms wrapping around your body slowly. He pulled your body close to his own and rested his head on your shoulder, as if to apologize for not hugging you that day. “I felt so bad… it’s my fault… all of them… it’s my fault…”

Tears slid down your cheeks now, his words slowly sinking in. That’s it. He blamed himself. For everything. He shouldn’t but he does. It makes sense as to why he wanted nothing to do with you. Because he felt guilty, that’s all.

He went through all of that at the rough age of seventeen. The age when you were worrying about boys and college, he was worrying if he was going to make it to see another day.

And for what?

That stupid vampire that Kakyoin told you about. It seems like it had been years ago, like a distant memory that you could only relive through daydreams. He told you everything, actually, just in case he did happen to die. He wanted you to be informed. It was risky for him as is, but you knew everything. From knowing about Stands to what happened in Egypt. You knew it all.

Slowly, you returned his embrace, rubbing his back gently. You could feel him tense up, but he made no effort to stop you.

“He said you were his best friend.” The both of you whispered at the same time, which resulted in you biting back a sob. Jotaro leaned back so he could look at you, and without hesitation, he leaned in and began kissing the tears off of your cheeks.

“K-Kujo-“

“Jotaro. You’ve said my name before, so say it now.” He stopped himself, his lips hovering just above yours as he stared into your eyes. “P…Please.” It was almost as if he had trouble saying the word, like he was embarrassed to sound so… desperate.

“Jotaro…” You breathed out, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, your face flushed and your heart pounding so loud you could’ve sworn that he was able to hear it. And there it was again- the purple being from before- peeking out over his shoulder to look at you.

However, you paid it no mind as Jotaro pulled you in for a tender kiss. Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the plush cushions of the couch and you were trapped in between his arms.

His eyes studied yours, his knee between your legs, just barely touching your clothed cunt. His breathing was slightly erratic, his hair falling into his face as he leaned in for another, much more heated kiss.

It was all a blur- your lips on his, your clothes being thrown to the floor, your hands moving against his bare back. It was like both of you craved the warmth of another person. Like you both wanted to feel something again.

Your hands explored the other’s bodies as you made out, Jotaro’s hand slowly finding its way to your slick lips. He hesitated slightly before running a finger along it, causing you to shiver. He proceeded to do that, seemingly unsure of what to do.

But once he found your clit, it was over for you.

Within seconds you were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to say nothing but his name. Then, he experimentally dipped a finger into your cunt, freezing when your body tensed.

You reassured him that it was alright and he continued to finger you, watching you intently.

One thing led to another and he was balls deep inside of you, thrusting at a slow and loving pace. It was like he wanted this moment to last forever, for fear that you would vanish like everyone else in his life.

However- you loved it. The way he groaned when you clenched around him, how he looked at you, the way his voice cracked slightly when he moaned your name. He was so unbelievably beautiful. And he thought the same thing about you.

You were both totally enamored by one another, too busy thinking of the other to be able to think properly.

Be thankful you’ve got three weeks to do that project, because you’re not gonna be up to doing anything but him any time soon.

[dioslesbianwife]

I did not know what a dullahan was before that one request but now i am obsessed and i need to know how the stardust crusaders react! Platonic for everyone except pol. Instead of separate scenarios it would be funny if they all just witnessed it at the same time. 🤭

haha i knew what the headless horseman was but didn’t realize there was a name for that kind of creature till i looked it up lmao- thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy <3

The desert night was cold. The air buzzed with distant cicadas and the occasional crackle of flames from the Crusaders’ small campfire. It had been an exhausting day of travel, and despite the lingering tension of enemy Stand users possibly lurking, the group allowed themselves a moment of rest.

Then you walked into their camp.

Or rather, your body did.

Jotaro was the first to notice, his sharp eyes catching the movement from the corner of his vision. A lone figure, upright, walking with purpose- but missing something crucial. Your head was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey." His voice was low, but it got the others' attention immediately.

Polnareff choked on the water he had been drinking, while Joseph made a strangled noise that was somewhere between a scream and a wheeze. Kakyoin’s eyes went wide, and even Avdol, composed as always, momentarily tensed.

"…That's not possible," Joseph blurted, squinting as if his brain simply needed a moment to process what he was seeing. "There's no head. Where’s the head?!?"

"Do you see a Stand?" Kakyoin asked, eyes darting around for any sign of an enemy.

"Who cares about a Stand? That thing- they- don’t have a head!" Polnareff pointed, completely baffled. "Merde! Is this a trick?! A nightmare?! A desert illusion?!"

"You're being rude." Avdol’s voice was firm, though his own eyes betrayed his astonishment. "Whoever they are, they haven't attacked us yet."

As if on cue, you raised your hand and pointed to the side.

Everyone's gaze followed.

There, resting atop a nearby rock, was your head.

“OH MY GOOOOOD!!!!!” 

"AHHHHHH-!" 

“The hell?!?”

Joseph's scream was the loudest, but Polnareff was a close second. Jotaro was confused at first but eventually just sighed, adjusting his hat as if this was yet another bizarre thing to deal with.

Then, as calmly as possible, you walked over to the rock, picked up your head, and placed it back onto your neck.

Silence.

Utter silence.

Then-

"…Hi….," you greeted casually, adjusting your head into place.

Polnareff gasped dramatically, his eyes lighting up in a way that was far too enchanted for someone who had just watched a literal headless person reattach themselves. "Mon dieu! You’re- actually hot when your head is on!?!”

"That’s what you focus on?" Kakyoin muttered.

"I'm serious! Look at them! This is some real-life fairy tale shit!" Polnareff was already in front of you, circling with admiration. "A dullahan! You’re a dullahan, right?! I thought they were just myths! But here you are, beautiful and mystical and-" He suddenly grabbed your hand with a charming grin. "-do you have a lover?"

Jotaro audibly groaned.

Joseph still had his hands in his hair, muttering something about how this defied all logic.

Kakyoin’s fascination finally overcame his shock, and he adjusted. "I’ve never met anyone like you before. How does it work? Can you still see and hear everything when your head is detached?"

Avdo cleared his throat. "You must have had a long journey as well. If you mean no harm, you’re welcome to join us for the night."

And just like that, the Crusaders accepted you into their adventure- though not without frequent double takes from Joseph, Polnareff’s continued romantic attempts, and Jotaro trying very hard to pretend this wasn’t as weird as it actually was.