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daisys-gard3n · 2 years

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Do you have more thoughts on dollification bc oh 🥵 who you think might be into it, how they’d go about it or what they’d make you do/do to you?

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JJBA Dollification Headcanons

Warning: progressively gets darker in content

Terence T. D'Arby

The actual doll/puppet collector. He automatically knows what to do to take you away from your stress. By getting rid of your thoughts through some simple actions - brushing his fingers through your hair, silencing you via shushes and telling you to not speak, only using Atum to find your soul's answers to his questions, and so on until you're just a still, breathing doll for him to play with.

Terence has a nice collection of dresses and other clothes to put you in, he even made some himself. Making you shed your normal clothes and put on your 'dolly' clothes. Fixing your hair and maybe adding in cute accessories, and fixing you into 'tea parties' and 'naptimes'. But he's not that innocent either, using this time to use you as a cocksleeve while you blankly look ahead. As he pounds into you, he'll hold your cheek lovingly.

"My dearest dolly, don't you love being my plaything? You don't have to think when I'm here to do everything for you! You love being my pretty doll, don't you?"

YES YES YES YES

Bruno

I know ya'll are tired of me talking about bruno 'freak bitch' buccellati...But his stand is so perfect for this. If he sees you stressing out over work or whatnot, he'll simply just pick you up and coax you into a cuddling position into his lap. Where his soothing voice will draw you in and make your brain feel fuzzy as he slowly brings you down into the mindset of a doll, talking about how hard you're working and that you deserve a break. And what's not a perfect break than being alleviated from thinking? He's here for the thinking, so all you had to do was be pretty. While he chattered into your ear, Sticky Fingers is summoned and zips off your limbs, putting them away and furthering you down until you're the blank little doll. Bruno would smile and gently set you down to pick out a cute outfit for you and groom you tenderly. Brushing through your hair, grooming and painting your nails, doing your hair into cute styles depending on the length of your hair, and what not until you're a cute little doll for him to play with.

Either sitting on the couch and watching TV while you're placed in his lap as he plays with your hair and strokes your face with his fingers, models you with stuffed animals and a tea seat, kissing you, and the best part - his insatiable lust

Playing with your pussy/cock until its weeping and drooling with arousal, his fingers skillfully playing with your hole and teasing you as he watches your sex eventually cum and pulse around nothing with fascination. And that's when he picks you up by your torso and sits you down on his cock, slowly pumping into you while you remained still and doll-like as he pants and watches you.

"O-Oh, Bambolina/o. You're so adorable, I want to play with you all the time! I wanna take away all of your troubling thoughts and make you my pretty doll to play with~!"

Kakyoin:

Oh, he has so many clothes to make and for you to try on. He's very interesting in lolita fashion and its subcultures - so hearing that you want to become his doll, he jumped the gun.

It's very easy to make you give up all your control to him, a little trick with Hierophant's ability to puppet people. He can make your mind disappear within an instant as Hierophants tendrils flowed throughout your body and controlled your limbs to do every little thing he wanted. Noriaki would dress you up in the cutest of clothes he made for you, fix your hair and maybe do a bit of makeup so you could fit with the doll-like image. You were just so cute, wearing pastel colors and those blank and expressionless eyes staring back at him while he did whatever he wanted with you.

Noriaki obvious does things to you with your puppeted body. Such as making you perform the lewd acts of his fantasies, making you take his cock while wearing that cute ribbon or hat he made for you and stuffing your cheeks with him. Making you lay on the bed and stripping you of your underwear and or bottoms to examine and play with every little part of you. His tongue going feral on your sex, making you give him orgasm after orgasm without a single peep from your lips.

And of course, tea time as he sits you on his cock and bounces you on it while placed in the fanciful table.

"My perfect little doll, not even a single word. Such a refined lady/gentleman! Oh, you're such a good little dolly for me! You take my cock so good for me~!"

Formaggio:

He has a different form of dollification. Thanks to his stand, Formaggio can shrink you down to make you fit into a custom doll house. Fitted with to scale furniture and decor. Formaggio was a bit confused on why you wanted to be like a doll, but he'd do anything for his baby! And using Little Feet would help with the emersion no problem!

Formaggio would pull up a chair with the new shrunken you, now limp in his hand like a little doll meant to be in this dollhouse. He has a small collection of doll-sized clothes just for you. Carefully stripping you out of your normal ones and fitting you in the carefully crafted and tailored doll clothes he had made for the specific time period of the doll house. Formaggio is really into the 70's aesthetic. He'll have you fitted into cute jeans with embroidered patterns on it and a funky patterned blouse, or fitted flare jeans and a button up, and all sorts of 70's inspired patterns and clothes. Somehow it became very relaxing to him as well, carefully brushing your hair and fixing you up all nice to sit you up on the couch. It would be kinda weird if it was only you, so Formaggio got some cheap dolls to help reenact little scenarios while you were in this state. Reenacting family scenes from his favorite shows and movies, making up dramatic things on the spot, etc. But eventually...Formaggio gets bored of it...And play time isn't over yet.

Stripping you bare of your clothes, just seeing how tiny and vulnerable you were in his palm...It really excited him. He'd even shrink down toys, attach a dildo onto another doll and fuck you with it, shrink down vibrators and make you constantly orgasm with it...Even have multiple dolls out to recreate gangbangs and other sexual fantasies. He's hard the whole time.

"God, I love playtime with you, babe~"

Cioccolata:

Of course this fucker would enjoy it - but in his own darker way. It's more darker, more like forcing you into doll state. Not even gonna lie, Cioccolata would amputate you so that you were just a little torso, like one of those fucked up dark web human dolls. He can easily reattach limbs and nerves, it's nothing too serious. Or he can use green day and slowly infect your limbs with mold so that you're rendered useless and can be driven into a state of submissiveness.

Cioccolata likes looking at something pretty, a change of pace from his usual torturing shenanigans. He puts you in cute adult-sized onesies or swimsuits, something that can accomodate for the fact that you have pretty much no limbs. He's actually pretty skilled at doing hair, making braids or intricate curls and putting clips in them...Brushing your hair and caring for you tediously. He'll even let Secco play with you because he finds it adorable that his two sweethearts are getting along so well.

But because you're in this state of submission, you can be easily used. Cioccolata can easily pick you up and peel off your bottoms so he has full access to your tiny hole. You're his breathing cocksleeve and he loves seeing how dormant and submissive you look with those blank eyes and that empty head, it makes slamming his cock into you even more fun. Especially when he hears your cute little reactions and decides to punish you for it. Dolls aren't suppose to whimper, they're supposed to be good little things that don't make a sound. He also gets off to Secco ferally rutting into you. It's pretty obvious that Cioccolata experimented on him at least a little bit, he wants to see Secco growl and whine as he tries to use your hole to resolve his arousal in his modified knot. It brings a smile to his face when you just take the abuse from Secco cumming in you constantly when he's in an animal-like heat. And of course, Cio splurges on new toys just for his little submissive doll...Like speculums to spread you open even wider for him, special little toys to make you uncontrollably cum, all sorts of sexual torture toys...etc.

"Sweet little bambolina/o, I think it's time we have another playdate, hm? I got a new set of needles and clamps I want to use on this cute body~"

#dollification #jjba headcanons #jjba confessions #dead dove do not eat #< for cio bc i went wildt #dark content #i progressively went darker #terence t d'arby #bruno buccellati #noriaki kakyoin #formaggio #cioccolata #gn reader #not sfw #minors dni

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thatsthetriick · 3 years

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Jjba characters switching bodies with their s/o

Summary: Body swap with their s/o! Some freaky friday shit! :D, It’s basically a work of a stand! ;), yeah all my inspiration is from the movie ‘Your name’ I rlly love that movie sm made me cry huhu, if u haven’t watched it srsly watch it its gud Disclaimer: Body swapping, possible pervertness from characters lmao, all characters are aged up! gn! reader, and mentions of killing from Dio's headcanon Header photo: Namaikizakari

Part 3 Characters body swapping with their s/o + DIO

Joseph Joestar ❀ “AAAAAAAH!” Joseph would screen and look at the mirror to see that he was in your body? What’s happening! Was it a stand user that did this? Eitherway he even tries summoning your stand but instead he ends up getting his same stand, hermit purple? Weird. ❀ He’ll probably blush at the fact he’s temptedt o look at your body but he has no time for that! He rushed out of his hotel room and quickly find you to see if you got in his body and his deductions were correct, you were also freaking out since you were in his body and Avdol was trying to calm you down. ❀ Once he steps in Avdol immediately widens his eyes and questions if he was Joseph and he managed to confirm that he was joseph and Avdol conclucded that both of you swap bodies because of a possible stand user. ❀ You two have to deal with it the whole day and Polnareff always reassured you two that it’s going to be fine, not a big deal though he does laugh and tease at the both of you sometimes. ❀ Since you’re in Joseph’s body you wear pretty fashionable clothes because ur cool and hot. ( ;) i love u reader -author) While Joseph wears more of your plain clothes just a shirt and pants, but he still wears his hat. ❀ You two eventually got separated from the group and found the stand user and managed to attack ther user and returned back to your bodies. Jotaro Kujo ❀ He’ll be staring at the mirror and let out a “tch”, he already knows this is a work of a stand user, he just stares at the mirror for a long time and then walks out of his hotel room, calmly but still wearing your pjs. ❀ Once he enters to the room he was in his hands would be in his pockets, Kakyoin would be helping you think on how this happened but looks at Jotaro who was in your body and his eyes widened and kakyoin was right you two did switch bodies. ❀ When you where in a hunt from the stand user who did this to you and Jotaro you wore his turtle neck only and with no jacket and no hat, he decided to wear his hat with your body and he wore one of your leather jackets since it fits him compared to his original jacket. ❀ Girls would circle around you and you would flirt with them back because it’s funny to see Jotaro annoyed that you’re having way too much fun being him, “It’s not that bad being you” You would say and he would just scoff and tell you to not enjoy it too much. ❀ He was having a hard time being you as well since you look like an approachable person compared to him so a lot of people advertised products to you or if not foreigners asking for him and other things like that and honestly you would answer it for him. ❀ You two eventually got attacked from the back from the same stand user that switch both of you, and good thing that it doesnt switch your stands so you two managed to beat the stand user and Jotaro had to change back to his uniform. Kakyoin Noriaki ❀ Honestly he wouldn’t notice it for a bit and then when he does he quickly looks at the mirror and then starts processing it all and quickly rushes to his shared room with Jotaro. ❀ He wakes you up before you even freak out and you’d be freaking out back in your own room. You two start thinking what made you two switch your bodies and you both agreed and concluded that it was probably a stand user they met the night before, but who? They met so many people the night before. ❀ It was honestly fun that you two were trying to figure out the puzzles of this mystery, but after a few hours pass by you two went to the others to inform them a stand user switched both of your bodies, it was only 9 AM at this time so you all got breakfast and tried thinking of ways to find the stand user. ❀ You wore different clothes for Kakyoin, his uniform was too hot and you couldn’t handle the heat of the sun already so you wore more comfortable and thin clothing, just a long sleeves polo shirt but you folded the sleeves, he honestly didn’t have much different clothes, only his pajamas and his uniform then extra polos. ❀ He in the other hand actually dressed up pretty nice with your body, he had good taste in clothing. ❀ This whole experience got you two closer together honestly, before you two wouldn’t really talk that much so the fact that this whole freaky friday thing is the one that made you two close is kinda funny but it was alright since you two knew a lot of things from each other just by talking the whole time you two looked for the stand user who did this. ❀ When you two encountered the stand user everyone else in the group was behind so they help you two defeat the stand user and got swapped back to your bodies, and unlike Jotaro he wouldn’t really change out of the clothes you wore for him since he wanted to be polite and it actually suited him. Muhammad Avdol ❀ he sweats and gulps as he looks at the mirror, he started thinking about how this happened? ❀He came to your room to see you in his body and talking to Joseph that you were you, and he confimed that the both of you seemed like you two switched bodies. ❀ Joseph went to call the others and everyone had a meeting in Joseph and Avdol’s room and you all tried recalling what happened yesterday or yesterday night and who you all encountered and spoke to. ❀ Polnareff would be teasing that Avdol is a lucky guy and jokes about weird things and Avdol would just defend you and say that this is serious even though Avdol is a bit flustered that he switched with you. He just doesn’t experess it my guy. ❀ You and Avdol got separated a lot from the group but you two manage to talk a lot, and just like Kakyoing you two learn a lot of things about each other. He wore simple clothes of yours and you wore clothes that were also simple because it was hot again and you still can’t handle too much heat since you might faint or something. ❀ You two struggled but managed to defeat the stand user which made you two switch back to your original bodies, you two would probably prank the others that you’ll be stuck with each other’s bodies forever and pretend to act like each other just to get a reaction from the rest. ❀ You and Avdol had fun picking on everyone making them think you’ll be switched forever, Polnareff kept comforting you two thinking that it’s actually real but you two are so good at acting that Polnareff got fooled. Jean-Pierre Polnareff ❀ This guy is a pervert honestly and would just be flustered if u are are girl he’d probably just stare at your boobs. ❀ Yeah but he’s a pervert, but he still doesn’t peak unless he obviously needs to change his clothes in your body. ❀ You would always remind him to have no funny business and Joseph would also wack him to not do anything weird and he’ll just say “Ow! I haven’t done anything!” or some other comments. ❀ You honestly just wore his clothes because it’s good enough for the heat, but he in another hand wore a tank top for you and shorts or if not shorts with jeans and there was nothing wrong with it just seems like you were going to go swimming or something but you shrugged it off. ❀ He would continue the constant teasing and how he actually likes being swapped with you and that you two are fated to be since out fo all the members you two were the chosen ones and you’d chuckle at his comments like this. ❀ He would flirt with other people even when he’s in your body which makes you wack his head sometimes and remind him that he was still in your body just in case he was forgetting. But despite this he’s been kind and polite to you and made you laugh a lot during the time you two switched bodies, this is where you two got closer than ever. Sure you knew him before but you two never had an actual conversation, usually you two would exchange just a few comments from and that’s all you two ever did, including the flirt. ❀ Once he finds the stand user he quickly chases them until he corners them and you do the finishing touch. You and Polnareff change back and he jokes about being upset that he isn’t you anymore and how he enjoyed the experience. You two would still talk about it in the future since you two found it funny. DIO ❀ This man is a tsundere for you, a good one though. Despite that he’ll still charge to his room where you were in, and you were in his body. He yells at you for doing this and you yell back that your stand doesn’t even have this specific ability. ❀ He tries to command Vanilla Ice to look for the one responsible for doing this to the both of you, but since Vanilla Ice just saw you and he didn’t notice that it was Dio in your body, thus he didn’t follow him and just looked at you instead and asked what you wanted to do to Dio. ❀ You have fun being him because you are in high power but he still had the world stand so he technically still has power to control you and you would scoff at this and Tell Vanilla Ice the whole story that the two of you switched bodies and even revealed that you two switched stands and Vanilla Ice was frustrated to hear that one of Dio’s followers did this to the two of you so he immediately got to work. ❀ This meant you two were stuck to wait with each other, he also forced you to tell every follower of his to not step into the room yet since he didn’t want to look like that in front of everyone it makes him look weak and you would roll your eyes. ❀ This man was still cocky though and comments that even though he is in your body he still has the power of the world, and that he can quickly just destroy all the Joestars and their team by pretending to be you and acting like a innocent person. Though he also stated he wanted to defeat the Joestars with HIS body because he kinda wanted the credit of killing the Joestars even though for some reason he sent his followers to kill them for him but you didn’t think too much of it. ❀ You secretly would walk out of his room and ask his own followers for a lot of things, like to get luxurious food or prepare a nice bath and they would find this weird since Dio was technically a vampire and this was out of character of him but you were so good at being Dio that you found so many excuses to their questions. ❀ You would actually put on some clothes while Dio just wears the same thing you wear earlier. ❀ After bantering each other for a long time Vanilla Ice finally defeated the stand user and you two switched back and Dio complained how being you is pathetic and you seriously cant take his comments seriously so you just insult him back, ilke I said this man was a tsundere but he kinda he enjoys being your body he found it really hot, he just doesn’t want to admit it, and he really thought this was an advantage to kill the Joestars immediately but sadly he already told you to request Vanilla ice to find the one responsible of all of this so he couldn’t do much. ❀ You two continue your lives as a person who assist Dio because Dio forced you to, and with him bossing you around which makes you wanna kick his face but you still continue your duties

Thanks for reading hope you have a good day! -𝓣.

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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Do the Stardust Crusaders prefer an adorable or sexy s/o?(not poly, like what does each member prefer? also i hope this made sense)

Stardust Crusaders and their preferences HC’s

suggestive // gn reader

So this one made me think a little since in my opinion your fave will ALWAYS like you no matter what! So instead of only going by “adorable or sexy” let’s widen it up and delve a bit deeper into their preferences personality wise and style wise :D (ofc u will always be their favourite dw 😌) Kakyoin and Jotaro are kept sfw!! 💖✨

Avdol

Avdol is such a kind and understanding soul but still never afraid to voice his opinion in an earnest manner. He’ll appreciate that sentiment in his partners too, open to many ideas and understanding others’ way of thinking.

He does enjoy someone who’s a bit rowdy or playful to help bring out that side in him. Being silly together and just overall heightening the playful atmosphere really puts him at ease.

That’s the exact reason he secretly loves a little bit of chaos around him. Avdol himself is calm and determined but drama and unexpected events always seem to follow him. Don’t worry though, he loves being able to stride in and show off his abilities he’s so proud of!

Be sure to work on your debate skills though, the man is a whole library of knowledge and if you end up in a discussion he needs you to be able to offer your substantiated opinion. If you talk him into a corner, be sure to soften the blow to his ego with lots of hugs and kisses afterwards 😌

Style-wise the man doesn’t have strong preferences. Earthy tones and a natural flare complement his own style very well though, so he loves a bit of a scholarly look as well. Show up in a long coat and cute glasses carrying some cool old books you’ve found and he might just swoop you off your feet hehe!

If you wear a minimalistic set in the bedroom- think dark burgundy, chocolate, burnt orange, he cannot take his eyes off of you. He’ll treat you like the absolute present you are while he unwraps you 😏

Polnareff

Let this man spoil you for the love of all that is good!!!

He has SO much love to give and he will shower you by the bucketload so you better enjoy his antics! He thrives off of complementing you, albeit with the cheesiest lines, anything to see your cheeks flush. Also expect lots of cute gifts!!

If you’re a bit clumsy, get embarrassed easily and are a bit shy... Polnareff will never let you go, he’s so smitten by the way you stand behind him so often while meeting new people as he chatters away. He’ll pull out his best charming jokes to get you to laugh and when he sees how cute you are trying to hide your smile he’ll come smother you with kisses.

Loves it when you go along with his jokes and impulsive nature but prefers it if you’re a bit more responsible, the man struggles with self control so needs some guidance and someone to hold up the stop signs.

He will also look up to a more dominant person just as much, wanting to make sure he does everything to be on his best behaviour to please you. But he never looses that cheeky side and loves getting reprimanded for it. (not just in the bedroom, daily life as well) So make sure to keep that leash tight ;D!

Ok as much as I hate to say it... this man’s style tastes can be a bit tacky. If you like pink he’d love to see you in anything cutesy and frilly, perhaps to a worrying degree. Be sure to gently steer him to your own choices, he’ll forget all about his own ideas if you show a bit of skin anyways. This man is too easy to distract for his own good 🙄

Oldseph (forgive me Suzy Q 🙏)

Because he is the way he is *sigh*, he loves being yelled at for his antics. Joseph will never stop acting like a child no matter his age, that youthful sparkle always present even as he has started to take life a lot more serious.

Boss him around a little too much and he’ll pick you up just to smirk at you until you shut up. Eye-rolls are the dead give away that you like him and he’ll gladly accept them along with the annoyed sighs.

If you reside on the other side of the spectrum- playful and offering a childlike wonder too, he’ll take it all the way. Everyday is a silly playdate, joking around, showing off, any way to impress you and pull you along into the fun.

He LOVES vintage clothes, the fifties are his favourite era style wise and adores it when you dress the part. Joseph ain’t no chump so he’ll always offer to pay the deft fees of authentic vintage pieces. Hell, he’ll even fly you overseas if there happens to be a special item on sale that you’ve been eyeing.

Just like Polnareff, he loves to spoil you. Indulging your every need, even when you’re grumpy or mad at him. It’s his life’s goal to make those droopy corners shoot upwards with his dumb jokes and antics.

Stroll up in nothing but stockings and garters and he’s dead. Good job you killed the un-killable Joestar! But before his soul ascends the mortal plane he’ll ravish you, sure to buy you a new pair that’s even prettier.

Jotaro

As we all know this edgy dude doesn’t love loud annoying people. But here’s a secret he’ll never audibly let slip: if he sees you holding yourself back, trying not to be “too” much of anything he might not like... that next yare yare is him admitting he doesn’t mind it, as long as you don’t start yelling. He’ll actually enjoy your excitement, quietly of course, sure not to let others onto his amusement of your cuteness.

If you share his interests (marine biology, reading, nature in general) he’ll feel a bit more inclined to talk about them, just a smidge. Jotaro enjoys listening to you talk about your passions though, even if they differ from his. That intent stare taking in the way your eyes sparkle, that cute smile making butterflies flutter in his stomach.

Even though he loves going on walks, admiring nature and inhaling the fresh air, he is a secret homebody and would love it if you shared the sentiment. Lounging on the couch in comfy clothes, quietly enjoying each other’s presence while doing your own things, just basking in the shared space.

Since this is SDC Jotaro, he’s in the early stages of his love for showing off his accessories and he likes it when you do too. Just a couple of small hints at your likes through cute pins or a small chains.

He likes to be stylish but is by no means that into fashion, he knows what he likes and sticks to that. But if you’re a bit more of a fashionista he’ll share his opinions on louder outfits that attract a lot of attention. Just don’t take it too personal, he means well 😬

Likes you best in your comfortable pj’s, wrapped up like a cute burrito in a dolphin blanket 🥰

Kakyoin

As much as the jokes get made, if you’re the mom friend, he’s constantly trying to do right by you. A doting nature that still lets him be independent will make him go 🥰😍!!

Love and kindness towards others is so endearing to him, and if you’re not afraid to speak your mind openly, he might have to confess his love right this minute. He won’t be shy in letting his liking for you show either, offering charming jokes and compliments whenever you’re near.

And if you share his dry genZmemer humour, gently starting to drop hints that you’re not afraid to be a bit edgy you become his ultimate favourite person.

Because of his introverted nature, he likes someone who is a bit more independent as well, offering yourselves time and a comfortable pace to move in throughout the relationship.

He also greatly admires a strong need for justice and loyalty to a cause, it shows integrity and intelligence. That fiery passion in your eyes invigorates him just as much!

Kakyoin loves elegance and something that complements your features, no matter what style. He does have a bit of a thing for having matching colour palettes or at least ones that complement each other.

Cool gem tones are his favourite; emerald, ruby, sapphire...the list goes on.

At home though...get him a random shirt with a ridiculous slogan or phrase and he’ll wear it till it’s barely hanging on by a thread. Make him one too, a plain white shirt with a scribbly drawn frog or a meme-y phrase! He’ll wear it forever, being reminded of his love for you every time he laughs at the visual 😊

#cozy request #jjba x reader #sdc headcanons #stardust crusaders x reader #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #polnareff x reader #avdol x reader #joseph x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba imagines #jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jojo x reader

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eclecticmiasma · 4 years

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Egyptian Heat (Jotaro x Reader)

🖤 🖤 Finally finished the giveaway fic for the ever patient @fyre23 🖤 🖤

It’s a battle between one of the world’s most powerful stand users and one skimpy article of clothing.

NSFW

Art credit: 零＠通販始めた on Pixiv

As soon as you exited the shop, you knew you had Jotaro wrapped around your finger. Though stone-faced as always, the slight catch in his throat and dust of pink across his features gave you all the reaction you needed. Kakyoin stood next to you hiding a mischievous grin through a veneer of innocence. After all, he was the one who helped you decide which sundress would test the angsty, black-clad target of your affection’s resolve the most.

“Oh! Mon Cherie, you better be careful showing off those legs!” For once, you were grateful for Polnareff’s gratuitous flirting. It only served to draw Jotaro’s eyes to the scandalously short hemline of your yellow and white garment. He swallowed thickly.

Though you and Jotaro had a heart to heart one starry night in the desert and even shared a soft kiss, there wasn’t much opportunity for your relationship to progress beyond subtle displays of affection. Between stand attacks and close sleeping quarters, finding a moment to dispel the emotional and sexual tension blooming between you just hadn’t been in the cards. It wasn’t until you confided in Kakyoin that he helped you hatch a rather devious plan.

Part one, get Jotaro so riled up that any qualms he had about displaying his affection would dissipate into thin air. That was going rather well, seeing as you were stuck shoulder to shoulder in the rented jeep Mr. Joestar had haggled for. You made it a point to lean forward and chat with Avdol and Mr. Joestar whenever possible, angling yourself in a way that almost had you sitting on Jotaro’s lap. It also hiked your dress up just enough for him to see a flash of your black panties. Although, they were perfectly visible through the thin fabric of your dress anyway.

Whenever you stopped for a bathroom break, you made certain to always stand in front of Jotaro. What good was a sundress if he couldn’t admire the way your silhouette shifted beneath it? Of course, you were never able to catch him staring, but the way his hat stayed continually pulled over his eyes told you everything you needed to know. The boy’s resolve was crumbling to dust.

Part two was a bit more difficult, and the most crucial. It was up to Kakyoin to lure the other men and Iggy somewhere that they would want to stay for a while. Preferably a hookah bar or restaurant. This part of the plan also necessitated that, for the first time in weeks, no stand users decided to attack the group. For that, you just had to pray.

“Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin began around sunset, “I’ve read in an encyclopedia that the night markets of Aswan are particularly lively. I know we need to get to Cairo as soon as possible, but perhaps we might eat and rest for a bit before continuing on?” You silently thanked the bookworm for his ability to either retain information or lie through his teeth. Either way, Mr. Joestar and Polnareff were instantly intrigued, and Avdol didn’t disagree. Jotaro gave a typical noncommittal grunt.

As soon as the jeep was parked, Polnareff jumped out and started pointing at different food stalls. Kakyoin suggested they find a place with beer for Mr. Joestar, and they started to set off. You caught Jotaro’s hand just as he turned to join them.

“Actually,” You called out to the group, yawning comically loud, “I think I’m gonna take a nap. It’s impossible to sleep with you giants smashing me between you.” For the first time, Jotaro’s eyes met yours. A fire smoldered within them.

“I’m staying, too,” He stated, waving the others away, “A stand user could attack any moment.” Your heart skipped a beat. Kakyoin flashed you a knowing wink before Jotaro obscured his view as he climbed back into the jeep. The door shut, and the two of you were alone.

It was impossibly quiet. Jotaro’s aqua blue eyes held your own, his clenched jaw giving no indication of the thoughts undoubtedly running through his mind. You felt incredibly small under his gaze, and your heartbeat pounded in your ears. You started to speak, fearing you might have taken things a bit too far, but Jotaro’s warm lips slotted against your own stopped you dead in your tracks.

You melted into the kiss as Jotaro wrapped his strong arms around you, weeks of sexual tension snapping in an instant. His tongue lapped eagerly at your lips and you opened yourself to him, moaning into his mouth as he devoured you thoroughly. Seeing the normally reticent man drop his guard and give in to his base desires filled you with arousal. You grabbed the edges of his uniform and pulled him backwards so that he enveloped you completely, deepening the kiss.

As passionately as he kissed you, you could tell he was holding back. One of his hands danced at the edge of your skirt and the other hovered near your chest. It was charming, how much Jotaro refused to allow himself to relinquish control. That night, however, you wouldn’t give him the option. You had broken him thus far, what harm was there in pushing farther?

When you moved his hand to your chest, his brain short-circuited. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you red-lipped and breathless. A smirk played across your features. Sometime during the madness his signature hat had fallen to the wayside. He was stunningly handsome, his sharp jaw highlighted by his slightly curled, black hair. You would toss his hat into the Nile if it meant you could see him like that more often.

He watched your reaction as his hand moved to massage your clothed breast. Though his expression was hard to read, the way his own arousal pressed against you the moment you whimpered his name let you know he wanted it just as much as you did.

Jotaro touched you more earnestly, his thumb rubbing over the hardening nub of your nipple. Through the thinness of your sundress it almost felt like there was no fabric at all between you. His other hand hesitantly skirted beneath your dress, stopping at the edge of your now soaking panties. Jotaro swallowed hard.

“All day,” His voice caught in his throat as one of his knuckles dragged along the damp fabric at your core, “You’ve been teasing me.” You bit your lip and looked at him bashfully, trying to feign innocence.

“What do you mean? I just-” Without warning he slipped a finger beneath your underwear and let it trace your slickened folds, “I…I didn’t…” A moan escaped you as he swiftly tugged down the fabric of your dress, exposing your bare breasts to him.

“Don’t lie to me,” He ordered, teasing a finger at your entrance. You moved your hips to try and find purchase but he held you steady, “You wore this on purpose.” Your face flushed with embarrassment.

Before you could protest his thick finger pushed past your entrance, sliding inside of you with ease. You could barely stand it, being teased open like that. All you wanted was for Jotaro to hike up your dress and thrust balls deep into your core. But he refused to let you gain the upper hand.

Your back arched when his lips found your neck. Being this close to him, your nose in his hair, his must scent surrounding you, it was intoxicating. Lewd sucking sounds resounded in the jeep as he marred your flesh with deep marks. His finger continued working you open and soon you were a whimpering mess beneath him. When he was satisfied, he added a second finger, thrusting his digits painfully slowly within you. Enough to drive you wild, but not enough to stimulate you in any way that could make you climax.

“Admit it,” He mumbled into your neck, nipping at your earlobe. Part of you wondered when you had lost control of the situation, but another part of you didn’t give a shit. When all you did was groan in response, he kissed a trail down your chest and lapped at your neglected nipple. You felt a third finger slide inside of you.

“J-Jotaro,” His cock twitched against your thigh. It gave you the idea to reach down to try and unzip his pants, but he caught your wrist in no time. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, timing it with a slow thrust inside of you, “Please.”

His breath ghosted across your skin as an almost imperceptible chuckle escaped him. He let go of your nipple with a pop and sat up to gaze at your flushed face, “Admit it.”

You let out a sob of irritation and licked your lips. The way he looked at you, a calculated yet feral stare that only you were allowed to see, it made you want to give yourself to him completely.

“I did…I wore it on purpose,” As you admitted your plan, Jotaro’s pace began to quicken, “T-to make you want me and…” A particularly deep thrust had your eyes rolling back, “I-I’m so-orry!” Just as you felt your orgasm approaching Jotaro withdrew his fingers from inside of you. You whimpered pitifully at the loss.

You didn’t have much time to mourn however, as Jotaro hooked an arm around the small of your back and swiftly pulled you on top of him. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and stroked his hardened length with his slickened fingers. He was by no means a small man, and you were thankful that he took the time to prepare you. His lip met yours once again in a tender kiss, one that conveyed Jotaro’s true, raw emotion. Although he enjoyed punishing you for torturing him all day, the soft way he held you as his lips met yours meant that behind the arousal he truly felt something real.

When your lips parted, a rare smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Then show me you’re sorry.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. When the head of his cock swirled in the fluid of your arousal you began to take him in immediately, wasting no time. He gripped your hips to help you along, grunting softly as your warm walls enveloped him. You pressed a kiss to his glistening forehead.

You didn’t breathe properly until you were fully seated on his length. It took a few moments to adjust to the burning stretch, but the slight pain was nothing compared to the elation of finally, finally being connected.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, placing your palms on his chest for leverage. The moment you began to move he threw his head back and bit his lip. It was a beautiful sight, and you couldn’t help but nip at the vein in his muscled neck as you rolled your hips along his member.

Slowly, you were able to ride him in earnest. Whimpers and wanton moans filled the air as you impaled yourself on his cock, gyrating your hips so that he hit the sweetest spots inside of you. When he was sure you weren’t in pain, one of his hands lifted your dress so that he could watch himself disappear inside of you.

“Fuck,” He whispered, stony expression melting into one of pure bliss. He stopped biting his lip and let his lips stay parted, breathing heavily as you bounced up and down on his length.

“Jotaro…I…” You moaned, leaning your head against his neck as you rode him, “I-I’m really close…” Something inside Jotaro snapped at your confession. His arms wrapped around you and prevented you from moving on your own. Instead, he rolled his own hips in a way that made you mewl against him, rubbing his pelvis against your clit in the process. Soon, he snapped his hips against you over and over again, edging out your release as you bounced helplessly against him.

It hit you all at once and you cried out into his chest, pleasure radiating through your body. He didn’t once stop thrusting into you, instead milking out your orgasm with near painful efficiency. You squirted on his cock as you came, soaking what he loved to remind everyone were his two hundred dollar pants.

His own climax wasn’t far behind. One of his rough hands grabbed your behind while the other gripped your hair and held you close to his chest. He pistoned into your overstimulated core, relishing the broken moans you let out against his skin as he fucked you ragged.

“[Y/n]!” He grunted, hips stuttering. You gasped as his creamy semen filled you, warmth spreading from within. His chest heaved as he spent every drop of fluid into you, his fist gripping your hair painfully.

It was an eternity before either of you were ready to move. For a moment, you considered just falling asleep on your chest with him still inside of you. Jotaro, ever responsible, took the initiative and shifted you so that he could pull out. Immediately your underwear filled with his seed and you blushed at the feeling.

Without a word he handed you his jacket to cover yourself, and you silently thanked him. He tucked his spent member back into his pants and pulled you so that your head was resting on his chest. Just as you thought he might have fallen asleep beneath you, he softly kissed your hair.

“That dress is going into the river.”

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #fanfiction #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #part 3 #stardust crusaders #vanilla #wow #minors dni #not sfw #vanilla? on this blog?#smut #fluff #fics

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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i started rewatching pt3 like some kinda sap and fell in love all over again 😔 may i please have some headcanons on the crusaders with a friendly stand user whos just a complete metalhead. Mohawk, studded clothes, looks like a hardass and then wildly enough has a healing stand? Im a sucker for the "more than meets the eye" or "actually a softie" kind of trope lol

Jotaro wouldn’t admit it, but he’s intimidated a little by the way you look. He’s used to looking like the toughest person in a group, and perhaps more of him than he’d like to admit is wrapped up in the idea of a delinquent persona that he can hide behind. He’s wary of you at first; when your healing stand makes itself known, though, and he sees how your face seems to soften and how everything else melts away, he relaxes. He won’t tease you for being soft, though you may think he would; he knows what it’s like to be more than meets the eye. You might find that he sticks surprisingly close to you, his presence a quiet reminder that he appreciates you. Don’t go getting emotional about it, though - you’ll embarrass him!

Joseph is delighted by your hair and clothes. He tries to get you to let him try them on. He’s full-on at the best of times, and with a grandson like Jotaro, he’s definitely not put off by an aesthetic that may be a little bit more unusual than what he’s used to. When he finds out about your healing stand, he goes very quiet for a few days - and you notice, afterwards, that he always makes a move to keep you covered in group fights. This is a man who has already experienced the loss of someone he cares about once; if your power is kind enough to stop that happening again, Joseph is going to make damn sure that you’re safe.

Kakyoin stays away from you, politely, until he gets the measure of you. He’s the kind of person who likes to know what he’s going into; he’s polite and calm on the surface whilst he figures you out. The minute that he sees you smile or laugh, or call out your stand to assist with an injury, he’ll make his move. He’s got a soft spot for people who are soft and calming, and you’re no different, despite how you may choose to dress. He may needle at you trying to figure out if there’s a sharper side beneath the softness, though - if youflash your eyes at him and joke back at him like Polnareff can, so much the better.

Avdol can probably see that the clothes and hair and the demeanour aren’t the real you. He won’t push you into being soft and gentle around other people - he probably sees that you’re wearing the clothes and aesthetic for a reason, and doesn’t want to pry - but when it becomes clear that it’s just an aesthetic and you are soft and not afraid to show it, he will treat you the same as he treats anyone else - and sometimes that means a sly smile and a barb that isn’t a barb until you really stop and think about it.

Polnareff will touch your hair. He’ll want to discuss styling tips with you; he probably barely notices the studded clothes and the other parts of you, but he recognises a fellow connoisseur of gravity-defying hair. Once he finds out you’re soft inside, he will rush to protect you; though he’s usually expected to only do his knight-in-shining-armour shtick for children or pretty girls, it actually bleeds through every aspect of his life. He wants to protect people he cares about, and you are now included in that number.

#jojo headcanons #jjba #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #Anonymous

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bamsywrites · 3 years

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Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too. That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away. “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

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Accidental

Warning(s): cursing, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Sorry for taking way too long for this request! I hope I don’t disappoint you too much, anon TT

“T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais?” The flirtatious voice of a man you knew so well entered your ears from afar and you were trying your hardest to ignore the tinge of jealousy that was currently present in your chest.

Not too far away from you, there stood Polnareff in all his glory - shooting his shot with a bunch of young looking women using his flirty lines. Him being a smooth talker is old news and everyone in the team already knew how flirty Polnareff could be. His words are so sweet as if they’re coated with honey everytime he speaks, and his dazzling smile has never failed to charm you.

While you had to admit that you did fall in love with him due to his flawless outer appearance at first, Jean Pierre Polnareff is definitely more than his loud and silly demeanour. Time and time again, your assumptions about his personality were proven wrong as he kept showing new sides of himself to you. He’s an honorable man and despite his mild narcissism, you could tell that he means well. You also learn later on that Polnareff is a compassionate person and it only adds to his many charms.

It’s practically impossible for you to not fall in love with the frenchman honestly.

You had to hold back a sigh when you heard him shoot another flirty line to the girls. You’re well aware that jealousy is a disease, especially when he’s not even your boyfriend but you couldn’t help yourself. God you wished it was you instead that he’s flirting with because your feelings for Polnareff have started to become much more serious - to the point where he’s the only person you could think about nowadays.

It scares you on how much the Frenchman could affect your mind despite him not even trying.

With the scorching sun hanging in the sky above you, the level of your annoyance only accelerated the more you heard him flirting with those women. It was hard to ignore the bitterness in your chest and at this point, anyone can spot the frown on your face as you stared at the ground in silence.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” A gruff voice grabbed your attention, successfully pulling you away from your envy filled thoughts. Your eyes were quick to look up from the ground, only to see Mr. Joestar’s concerned face. “Ah, Joestar-san. I’m fine, don't worry about it.” Your lips quickly stretched into a smile to reassure him that there was nothing to be worried about and the man nodded. However, despite the nod he gave you, it was obvious that he’s not buying it - though the man didn’t want to be seen as intrusive, which was why he decided that it’s best for him to excuse himself.

Keeping your little crush for Polnareff to yourself wasn’t as easy as you’d expected it to be. While it was unnoticeable for the other crusaders at first,the extra observant ones like Kakyoin and Avdol were able to catch up rather quickly. It’s a relief that Avdol isn’t the type to focus on unimportant stuff like this, but Kakyoin seemed like he enjoyed teasing you about your crush for Polnareff. The redhead would give you knowing looks and you couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“I take it that you’re bothered by something, but I wonder what could it be” Kakyoin instantly appeared by your side as soon as Mr. Joestar was out of your sight, the tone of his voice was showcasing his curiosity and concern. You weren’t sure if it’s the right choice to tell the crusader about your jealousy, especially knowing that Kakyoin will tease the hell out of you later on.

Polnareff's flirting, your deafening silence and foul mood seem to give him an idea of what’s actually going on and you could almost see a lightbulb appearing on his head when he managed to piece everything together. Kakyoin’s violet eyes went back and forth between your sulking figure and Polnareff before he continued speaking. “I don't wish to assume, but is it about him?”

‘Just how observant this guy is?’ A small thought echoed in your head as you could feel a drop of cold sweat went down your back. He figured it all out by himself and you didn’t even say anything that could hint about your feelings.

“Fine. It is about him.” The frown on your face deepened as you admitted to your feelings, and Kakyoin instantly gave you the smirk that you knew so well. It's almost like he's proud of himself for being able to guess your thoughts correctly. “Maybe you should just tell him about your crush, (y/n). How long are you planning to keep it to yourself?”

Like hell you would.

“Non non non non non” You furiously shook your head at his suggestion, your arms were now crossed against your chest. “I would rather die than confess to him. Of course I didn’t want to die literally but you get what I mean.” Your face turned red at the thought of coming clean about your crush to the frenchman while Kakyoin let out a snicker out of amusement at your reaction.

"Even the way he speaks has rubbed off on you. Just how infatuated are you with him (y/n)?" You only glared at Kakyoin after his words but the redhead paid no attention to your silent threat.

Your friend parted his lips to continue taunting you but his words were cut off by some distant angry voices coming from Polnareff’s direction, and both of you were quick to turn to look at them. The women he was flirting with earlier looked unhappy while their mouths spouted appalling insults to the silver haired man.

“This guy really thinks he had a chance with us by relying on his shitty flirting skills. Pathetic!”

“You think your hair is cool but it’s actually not.”

“Your chance of getting into a relationship is probably as big as your non-existent eyebrows!”

The change in Polnareff’s facial expression wasn’t hard to spot. You were gritting your teeth while your eyes shot daggers at those women.

“(y/n), calm down.” Kakyoin tried his best to keep your anger under control even though he’s well aware that his effort was useless. Your mood was already foul to begin with, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you do anything that could cause harm to the women. Their obnoxious laugh only fueled your anger and as soon as another insult left their lips, you started stomping your feet towards their direction.

“Maybe you should mirror yourself first before approaching girls like us next time-” “The one who needs a mirror is you.”

Your voice was stern as you spoke and Polnareff’s eyes widened after realizing that you came into his defense. All his life, the man has never thought there will be a day when the person he’s interested in would defend him against a bunch of rude women. It made his heart flutter and Polnareff was trying his best to keep his composure around you. Though, he had to admit that his current situation was kind of embarrassing.

“How dare you!” One of the women glared at you but you weren't intimidated at all. Your journey with the other crusaders to Egypt has led you to meet countless enemies who are stand users. With the way they're dressed - lacy overpriced dresses that hung on their bodies like table cloth, unflattering homemade curls with badly drawn eyebrows and unblended eyeshadow - you wondered what exactly Polnareff saw in them to make him want to flirt with them. A bunch of rude, unfashionable and obnoxious women wouldn't scare you.

"Hah! Looks like the guy couldn’t even stand up for himself. How sad!"

It was the last straw for you, and your patience has finally run out, completely. As if a switch inside of your head got flipped by an unknown force, your cold eyes burnt with nothing but fury and you could tell that those women were greatly intimidated with the look in your face. They took a few steps backwards everytime you moved closer to them - while Polnareff watched in awe at how much power you have in scaring the group away.

He instantly took note to stay on your good side.

"What rights do you have to freely insult him? Are your insecurities that bad to the point where you would settle for cheap insults instead of just politely declining his advances?" You were trying so hard to not yell out of anger. The amount of unadulterated rage you have for these women were forcing you to lash out, give them some good beating with your stand and create a scene, but the more rational side of your brain stopped those barbaric thoughts - constantly reminding you to keep your cool especially when Polnareff's around to witness your actions.

Their deafening silence gave you the green light to continue talking and defend the frenchman who has stolen your heart. "Haven't you heard? If you have nothing nice to say then it's better if you just stay silent. This so-called 'pathetic' man might look 'uncool' or 'sad' but that still doesn't give you the right to insult him."

Polnareff wasn't sure if he should be offended by your words, or feel grateful that you're trying to stand up for him. Either way, his pride has taken a little hit.

"So you're defending him, yet your words implied that he is indeed, uncool and sad. Wasn't that a contradiction?-" "I'm not done yet!"

Your fists clenched by your sides while your nails digged into the flesh of your palms. At this point, all your thoughts about Polnareff have spiralled out of control and words of appreciation on the tip of your tongue are threatening to spill out from your mouth. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people see him as a terrible person when he's not. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people look down on him just because of his flirting tendency.

"I obviously can't change your opinion towards him, but I'll let you know that you're wrong."

All your life, you have always held onto the whole 'opinions couldn't be wrong because everyone has different perspectives' concept. However, this time's an exception.

“This guy right here” You paused your sentence to point your finger at Polnareff, your eyebrows furrowed in determination to prove those women wrong. “He’s AMAZING”

"He's more than how he appears. You probably think of him as a degenerate, but let me tell you again, you're wrong. He's great and he cares a lot for his friends." Your mind reverted back to the time when Polnareff risked his own safety just to save you. The enemy stand was too strong for you to defeat on your own, but you were still reckless at that time - which was why you were so quick to throw yourself into the battle despite all the warnings from the other crusaders. If it wasn't for him, you probably would have died.

"Polnareff doesn't deserve any of your insults! He almost got himself killed to save me, and I'll be damned if I say I didn't feel bad about it. All this time, I thought of him shallowly - just a prideful man who loves to boast about his abilities to literal strangers, but I was just as wrong as you are."

Polnareff stayed in silence as he listened to your words, his mouth slightly agape with shock. Butterflies fill in his stomach with every word of appreciation that leaves your mouth. Is this a dream? Or reality? He just simply couldn't believe it - his crush is speaking highly of him.

"The more you know him, the more charming he gets and I'm happy to know him as the person he really is. There isn't a day when I would complain about our fated encounter. It almost felt like a blessing, even, to know Polnareff. Everything about him is perfect despite his flaws. If you couldn't accept someone's flaws and opt to insult them instead, then I would kindly ask you to stop and leave. Your negativity and audacity aren't needed here."

It does feel nice to be able to speak out your thoughts.You had to mentally congratulate yourself for not completely losing your cool and still remain respectful while you were trying to defend Polnareff. However, those angry women seemed to target their fatuous insults towards you, but it was a relief that their attention wasn't fully directed towards the frenchman behind you.

"Look at them desperately trying to defend that walking trash."

"They probably like that poor excuse of a man so much."

"Where has their taste in men gone to?”

With the level of your anger increasing again, your brain could no longer think rationally as you began verbally lashing out on them, the tone of your voice raising higher and higher the more you spoke.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you so idiotic that I have to repeat myself? I said, you have no right to insult people. Yet here you are, still running your foul mouths like it's the only thing you could do in your sad life!"

Their faces turned pale at your outburst and Polnareff was getting more and more worried for you.

"H-hey (y/n).. Let's just leave-"

"No, Pol. I'm not going to let them get away - not after they've horribly insulted you."

You took one final step closer towards the group and they weren't moving an inch, as if you were about to end their lives in the most brutal way if they do.

"Jean Pierre Polnareff is a beautiful man inside out and it saddens me that your eyes have failed to capture his magnificence. He is the literal manifestation of art and inner beauty itself. Flaws or not, he's perfect in every way and I love him for who he is!"

And just like that, your biggest secret was no longer a secret. Polnareff was in utter shock, his eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. His face was covered in red; a rare shy response to your accidental confession - but you had it worse than him. The embarrassment you had for your own sudden, unplanned confession was unbearable and you wished you could just throw yourself deep into the depths of the atlantic ocean, never to be found again.

"L-let's just leave these two idiots, girls! We're clearly wasting our precious time here."

The women quickly turned to the opposite direction and left while grumbling about how scary you were, but you didn't pay much attention to them. Not when Polnareff has found out about your feelings for him.

Other than embarrassment, there was fear present in your chest as you didn't dare to look directly at him. Your heart was pounding loudly as you stood there in silence, awaiting for Polnareff's response. After a long moment of speechlessness, the silver haired man finally cleared his throat to ease the tense in the air.

"Thank you for having my back, amour. Those girls are being mean to me for no reason!" Polnareff's tone was lighthearted as he spoke and you quickly shook your head. "I-it's fine. I'm just trying to help, that's all." You still weren't able to look at him in the eye and Polnareff took an initiative to confirm his suspicions about your feelings for him.

"Say.. (y/n), do you really mean what you said earlier?"

A nervous laugh immediately left your lips as you rubbed your nape, your face still red from embarrassment. "Oh about the whole 'you're a great person and no one should insult you' thing? Of course! Insulting people is a bad thing to do anyways-"

"(y/n), mon amour."

You froze as your brain finally comprehended the fact that he called you 'amour' and your face only got redder than before. Did he really feel the same? Does Polnareff like like you?

The dumbfounded look on your face only caused him to laugh, and you'd dare say it was music to your ears. However, a small sigh left his lips shortly after he was done laughing. "Though, this is a little unfortunate, cherie. I've made an extravagant plan on how I wanted to confess to you but looks like you've beaten me to it!"

"Wait- you like me too, Polnareff?"

Polnareff let out a playful chuckle before decreasing the distance between the two of you, and leaned in towards your direction. Despite his playfulness during the current moment, there was warmth and adoration in his gorgeous blue eyes as he looked at you. "What if I say yes? Will I get a kiss, ange?"

You had no idea where your sudden surge of confidence came from, but it was surely useful for your current situation. Flashing him a cheeky smile to match his playful demeanour, you gave him a quick 'sure' before leaning into him and planted a quick yet sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, purposely missing his actual lips.

Polnareff was the one left in shock and just when he was about to whine about your little kiss, you were already walking away with a giggle. "Come on, let's get going Polnareff! Jotaro's gonna get mad at us if we're late"

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Crusader of Life 2: Chapter 20

As Kira walked to his new home, his mind was racing. The image of a girl who ridiculed him at the train station was stuck in his head. Kira wanted to show this girl the real him, even at the cost of being discovered. Just as he was about to turn around and follow that girl back, though, someone tapped him on the arm. As he turned around, he was met with a young girl, probably still in high school, with a paper in her hand.

“Excuse me,” she said. “My name is Emiko, and my class is doing a research project where we have to survey people for it. Would you mind helping me out?”

Kira thought about it. It wouldn’t be wise to give information about himself to anyone, even if they were innocently collecting data for a project. But what if Emiko knew Kosaku, and she knew that he would be up for a short interview? In the end, Kira decided to go ahead and let the girl ask him questions.

“Of course,” he replied.

“Great!” Emiko chimed. “So, to start off, what’s your name?”

So, this girl didn’t know Kosaku after all, Kira said to himself. “Kosaku Kawajiri.”

“Age?”

“Thirty.”

“Are you married?”

“Yes.”

“Any kids?”

“One.”

“Okay, now on to some other questions,” Emiko muttered. “Did you know a man by the name of Yoshikage Kira? He went missing a few days ago.”

Kira felt a chill down his spine. “No, I don’t know anyone of that name.” To his relief, Emiko shrugged and started to leave.

“Ah, well, thank you for your time… Kira.”

The gasp. The gasp confirmed it for Emiko. She had said that line to many others, only for them to ask why she would call them by the missing man’s name. She really had no clue if this was Kira, until he gasped as if she had figured him out. Rohan’s intuition about this man was right.

“I hope you’re not thinking that you’ll be able to relay this information to anyone before you’ve been disposed of,” Kira said. “Killer Queen has already touched your shirt.”

However, when Kira looked again, Emiko seemed like she had disappeared. No time to waste, he thought to himself. I can deal with her exploding in a large crowd easier than I can deal with her telling anyone about who I am.

“I’ve figured out who it is!” Emiko screamed. She teleported to Rohan’s house with sweat down her face. “Yoshikage Kira’s new identity is Ka-”

Before Emiko finished, cracks formed all across her body, emitting light. In an instant, she exploded right in front of Rohan’s eyes, leaving behind nothing to prove she even existed, other than the memories others had with her. Even the paper she held was completely gone.

Rohan dipped his head down and gritted his teeth. “At least she didn’t die in vain,” he said to himself. “I’ll tell Jotaro we have a small scrap of more information.”

***

“Daddy, look!” Emily squealed. “I made a tower without Sunshine!”

“You did?” Kakyoin looked back. Sure enough, the tower of blocks wasn't too high for Emily’s hands to reach, like it usually was. “Great job, Emily!” He ruffled the little girl’s hair and sat down to give her a hug. However, the moment he outstretched his arms, the telephone rang. Kakyoin sighed, then summoned Hierophant to give Emily a hug while he went to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

We have more information on Kira, said Jotaro’s voice.

Kakyoin sat down in the nearest chair. “Go on.”

He took another life, but this time we have more information. We know his new family name starts with Ka. And, luckily for us, our prime suspect’s family name is Kawajiri. His full name is Kosaku Kawajiri.

“Kosaku Kawajiri,” Kakyoin mumbled the name.

We’re going to ask Kawajiri’s son, Hayato, a few questions tomorrow.

Kakyoin hummed in response. “I’ll be there, for sure. I’m not sure of what I’ll do with Emily, though.”

Josuke can come pick her up, probably, Jotaro replied.

“Got it,” Kakyoin said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” The second he hung up, Emily lifted herself up to her father’s shoulders.

“I want a Daddy hug,” she giggled.

Kakyoin smiled as he pulled Emily around to his front. Tomorrow, this would end once and for all.

***

The next morning, Kakyoin woke up with his foot asleep as the alarm clock played a cheery tune on the radio. He woke up, chose some clothes for the day, then cracked open Emily’s door. Kakyoin checked the time on the clock in her room. It was 8:10 and 15 seconds when he nudged the girl awake.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Emily yawned.

“Morning, girlie,” Kakyoin smiled.

As Kakyoin helped Emily pull her shirt over her head, she kept rambling about a dream she had. “And then I turned into a superhero and I stopped the evil bees from drinking all of the milk!”

“Sounds like you had an exciting night,” Kakyoin chuckled. Once he was done getting her dressed, they both set out to where Jotaro told them to meet. After only two blocks, Emily complained that she was tired, so Kakyoin lifted her up on his shoulders. When they finally arrived, Kakyoin noticed Rohan’s car completely open, yet no sign of the man in sight. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Emily, can you lift me up, please?” he asked. “I need to see more of the area.”

Emily nodded, then summoned Walking on Sunshine and sent Kakyoin in the air as far as she could.

Now Kakyoin was concerned. He saw Jotaro and Koichi making their way down, but no Rohan. “Thank you, Emily,” he called out. “Can you let me down now?” In an instant, gravity took over Kakyoin’s body as he landed feet first on the ground.

As Emily floated back up to her father’s shoulders, a young boy walked down the sidewalk. He stared straight down with his eyes wide.

“Kira…” he muttered to himself. “So that’s his name.”

Although Kakyoin didn’t hear the boy say anything, Emily did. “Ki… ra?”

“What was that, Emily?” Kakyoin asked.

“Kira!” Emily repeated. “Daddy, he said Kira!”

Sweat started pouring down the boy’s face. “I-I-I didn’t say Ki-Kira,” he said as calmly as possible. “I don’t know a-anybody with that n-name.”

“Ah, sorry to bother you with my girl here,” Kakyoin chuckled. “I might have been repeating that name a little too much, so she thinks everyone says it.”

The boy let out a sigh of relief, but instantly let it back in when he heard Emily scream.

“Daddy, there’s something in my eye!” She was swatting at the air, crying.

“Don’t worry, girlie,” Kakyoin smiled. He lifted Emily down from his shoulders, but by the time he did, canyons of light were already carving into her face as it split apart.

“Daddy!” Emily screamed, and she exploded in Kakyoin’s arms, leaving him screaming in both pain and anguish, before he jolted up in his bed.

Was… was that just a dream? No, it seemed all too real, down to the pain from his arms being blasted off. Kakyoin threw his covers off as he leaped out of bed, but he slammed down on the floor face-first. His foot was asleep, and so he lost footing. When his radio turned on, it played the same cheery tune it played in his dream. After some careful wobbling to Emily’s bedroom door, he flung it open.

There she was, little Emily, curled up in her bed, sleeping soundly. Kakyoin sighed, and crumpled to the floor as the fear that overtook his body subsided.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Emily yawned. She woke up at 8:10, with fifteen seconds on the clock. “I had a funny dream last night.”

Now, Kakyoin was getting a little nervous. “What was the dream?”

“A bunch of bad bees wanted to drink all of the milk in our fridge,” Emily started. Kakyoin didn’t listen to the rest, as it was the same as his dream.

Was it a dream? he asked himself. There’s no way that all of these weird coincidences are just that. Could it be that I saw the future?

Does this mean that I lose Emily?

Kakyoin shook those thoughts out of his mind. Right now, Emily was safe and sound, and the two were about to leave to meet up with everyone else.

“Daddy, my legs are tired,” Emily whined. They were two blocks away from the hotel. Now Kakyoin’s heart was thumping. When he got to the meeting place, there was, once again, Rohan’s car, but no Rohan.

No, no, Emily’s going to be fine, Kakyoin told himself. She has to be.

Without warning, he started to float in the air. Looking down at Emily, he saw that she wasn’t even paying attention to him. Walking on Sunshine wasn’t even summoned. And just as quickly as he was let up, he dropped back down to the floor.

“Oopsie,” Emily giggled. “Sorry.” She used Sunshine to climb back on to her father’s shoulders, just like in the dream.

The boy should be arriving now, right? Kakyoin asked himself. He seemed to have triggered something when she repeated Kira’s name from him.

Kakyoin waited, but at the time the boy should have arrived, he didn’t. Kakyoin sighed with relief, but regretted it when he heard the shrill shrieks of his daughter.

“Daddy, there’s something in my eye!” Emily screamed. The exact same words she said before she exploded in Kakyoin’s dream.

“Don’t worry, Emily,” Kakyoin said with sharpened breaths. However, when he lifted the girl off of his shoulders, the exact same cracks of light were formed in her face. She even screamed in the exact same way before blowing up, leaving Kakyoin with the exact same explosion wounds. In fact, the only difference this time was that the day kept going.

Kakyoin was too shocked to say a word. He sat with his head turning, trying to process everything. Emily, the last member of his family, and his only daughter, was dead, plus his damaged nerves had yet to fully take in the pain from the explosion. And yet, even with both the pain in his arms and the pain in his heart, his mind was more focused on the premonition he had in his dream.

“No, premonitions are more vague than that, right?” he asked himself. “I don’t know, I’ve never had one, but it feels like that actually happened, like it wasn’t just a dream. Maybe the day actually repeated. Could I be-”

“Stuck in a time loop?” the boy from the past loop finished.

Kakyoin gasped, and turned his head to the boy. It looked like he remembered the morning repeating, as well.

“Don’t ask me anything about him!” he exclaimed. “You’ll suffer the same fate as your daughter.”

Kakyoin nodded. “Got it. Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but you’re Hayato, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Hayato nodded. “You did hear his name in the last time loop, right? Not from me, but from the girl.”

“I heard it loud and clear,” Kakyoin said, “but I know not to repeat it.” He winced a little bit and tightened his teeth as a wave of pain flowed through what was left of his arms.

“Oh, do you need to go to the hospital?” Hayato asked. “I have some coins if you-”

“No, that’s okay,” Kakyoin heaved. “I have a friend who can heal me coming here soon.”

“But… how do you remember… you know?” Hayato wondered. “I don’t know how many clue words really count, so I have to stay really vague.”

“Got it,” Kakyoin nodded. “I think it has to do with my soul’s energy hanging on to someone important to me. The same thing happened with Reimi, the ghost in the alley, and… another ghost who’s important to a certain guy.”

Hayato nodded in understanding.

“Mr. Kakyoin!” Koichi’s voice called out. Kakyoin turned to see the boy and Jotaro walking by.

“Who’s that?” Jotaro asked.

“It’s Hayato, but don’t go asking any questions about his father,” Kakyoin answered. “One mention of Kosaku being Kira and we’ll all be blown up.”

Jotaro and Koichi both gasped.

“But…” Koichi started, “why did you say something?”

“It only works when he says it,” Kakyoin replied. “I could tell you everything if I wanted to.”

“And why are you not?” Jotaro raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I thought we should wait for Josuke and Okuyasu to get here.”

“But what about Rohan?” Koichi added.

“Well…” Kakyoin looked down at Hayato, who nodded his head with guilty eyes, then looked back up and sighed. “I didn’t see it myself, but I assume Rohan is dead.”

“Rohan is dead?” Josuke exclaimed. He and Okuyasu had just turned the corner.

It was then that Kakyoin explained what happened. He described the new ability in detail, as well as how he figured out about it.

“So, both Hayato and I are trapped in a time loop,” Kakyoin finished. Everyone stood in silence for a little bit, until Jotaro spoke again.

“You seem really calm for someone who just lost their child.”

“Well, that’s because I haven’t lost her yet,” Kakyoin replied. “If I ask just one question to Hayato about Kosaku, then this morning will repeat, and Emily will be back again. Of course, I should probably tell him that we need Kira dead to break the loop, but that I’ll help him.”

Hayato froze. “No, no please not another one of these,” he shuddered. “I can’t… I can’t do it!”

“Someone needs to let Hayato know that although I can’t talk to him directly, I believe he has the ability to break the loop. There’s only one question I need answered to get there in time. I need him to tell me the last time he saw his father this morning, and where.”

Hayato gulped, then closed his eyes with tears going down his face. “My father will arrive at eight twenty five to watch Rohan die with me!” he sobbed. “Please come at that time to help catch him!”

The boy didn’t need to open his eyes, because he could hear the sounds of explosions happening all around him. However, before he looped back to the morning, he heard one voice call out.

“I’ll make sure to help you kill Kira.”

As he dissolved into dust, Kakyoin jerked awake in his bed once again. His leg was asleep, as usual, but he was filled with a new fire. The minute he felt his leg tingling with feeling again, he threw his covers off and very messily got himself ready. It didn’t matter how neat he looked if Emily was lost forever.

Instead of the time fate was to wake Emily up, Kakyoin was able to wake her up at 8:04. He heard the dream story about the bees for the third time as he got his daughter dressed in something different than what he chose the last two time loops, simply out of spite. They were both out the door with plenty of time to spare, and Kakyoin started with Emily on his shoulders, both for time convenience and to prove to himself that he wasn’t bound to fate.

“Daddy, why are we going so fast?” Emily asked.

“I have something important to do,” he replied through huffs. “Could you float a little so I can go faster, please?”

“Okay,” Emily said.

Meanwhile, just around the corner, Kira was hiding behind a tree, watching Hayato bend down and reach inside of his backpack. The little brat had a fierce determination in his stride out the door, and Kira didn’t want him getting away with anything. However, the longer he stood behind that tree, the more desperate Hayato’s eyes were becoming.

No, he said he’d be here, right? Hayato thought to himself. Did this last time loop make him forget everything?

Just as Kira was going to step out behind the tree, seeing the defeat painted on the boy’s face, he suddenly stopped breathing. Sure, his stomach was moving in and out, but the old air wasn’t escaping, and new air wasn’t entering.

“I’m glad I got here before Rohan was killed,” Kakyoin said. He appeared from the corner, and Kira finally took notice of the green strings encasing his mouth and nose. “Now, you have two options: you can die of suffocation, and all effects of your time loop bomb will cease to exist, or you can undo the bomb placed on Hayato and fight me.”

“Mr. Kakyoin!” Hayato said. He let out a heavy sigh, but before he could smile, he asked, “Where’s Emily?”

“She’s with Rohan, right around the corner,” Kakyoin answered. “I asked him to do some babysitting while I took care of some things.”

Kira was slowly blacking out. He thought that if he could hold on just a little bit longer, someone would have blown up, but he was about to reach his limit. With a raging heart, he removed Bites the Dust from Hayato and chopped the strings on Hierophant. A loud yelp escaped Kakyoin’s mouth, and Hayato gasped.

“Don’t worry,” Kakyoin grinned through clenched teeth. “I only had to sacrifice my pinky fingers for that. It hurts, but I can still fight.”

This might be the worst possible situation for me, Kira thought to himself. My Killer Queen isn’t well matched against Kakyoin’s Hierophant Green. Running isn’t an option, either, because then Kakyoin and Hayato could get reinforcements.

While Kira was accessing the situation, Kakyoin had readied Hierophant for an Emerald Splash. Before the gems could hit Kira, however, he blocked them with Killer Queen, but the impact still made him stagger backward and fall. The moment the attack ended, Kakyoin grabbed Hayato’s hand and sprinted the other direction, wincing a bit at the slight movement of his pinky. When he turned the corner, Jotaro and Koichi were waiting with Rohan and Emily.

“Run!” he told everyone. “We need to get out of here to plan!” Hierophant picked up Emily and placed her on her father’s shoulders as everyone else followed suit.

“Wait, Mr. Kakyoin, listen to me!” Hayato begged. “There was something in my backpack that would help him!”

“There’s no time to get it back,” Kakyoin replied. “Kira probably has it now, anyway.”

“How are we going to tell Josuke and Okuyasu where to meet now?” Jotaro asked.

“We can’t,” Kakyoin said. “For all we know, they could have already run into Kira. We’ll just have to fight without them.”

After everyone was completely out of breath, they all huddled into the largest shop they could find, then went to the very back. Kakyoin let Emily down from his shoulders.

“Okay,” Kakyoin heaved. “Hayato, tell us about the thing in your backpack.”

“It…” Hayato started, “it’s hard to understand what exactly it is. It’s a plant, but also a cat, I think. It’s only conscious when sunlight is hitting it, and it makes air bubbles, but it can control the air bubbles. These bubbles have the power to kill, and I know this because I was almost killed by it. I brought it because if Mr. Kakyoin wasn’t going to show up, then I was going to try to kill him.”

When Hayato was done explaining, everyone hummed in acknowledgement.

“We should assume Kira can turn these air bubbles into bombs,” Jotaro said.

“Wait, Mr. Kakyoin, what happened to your fingers?” Koichi asked.

“It was a small price to pay to gain the upper hand,” he smiled. “It sure hurts, though. Enough about me, what about Kira?”

“We’ll want to know where he is before we attack,” Rohan added. “Wandering around aimlessly means he could find us before we find him.”

“Hierophant can take care of that,” Kakyoin said.

“We have to stay away from those air bubble bombs,” Hayato continued. “But how?”

“I can stop time for up to five seconds,” Jotaro replied. “If we stick close together, I can pull us all out of the way just as Kira sets the bomb off. I can also be the one to land the final hit, but in order to do that, I’ll need some help. Koichi, if you use Act 3 on Kira, especially if you make that cat plant unusable, I can get close enough without worrying about the bombs.”

“What about me?” Emily asked.

“Rohan will look after you,” Kakyoin smiled.

“Me?” Rohan glared over.

“We need somebody to stay with her,” Kakyoin replied. “Can’t you write in that she can’t harm you, anyway? That means she can’t pull any mischief with Sunshine on you.”

Rohan sighed. “Fine. I’ll look after the Hayato brat, too, since I’ve been appointed the babysitter.”

“Okay, now that we know what we’re going to do, I’ll search for Kira,” Kakyoin said. He called out his Stand, then sent it down into the floor. As Hierophant searched the city, everyone else stood around, waiting.

“I hope Josuke and Okuyasu are okay,” Koichi said, breaking the silence.

“If I know anything about Josuke, it’s that he can survive anything, so long as you make fun of that boot on top of his head,” Rohan muttered. Hayato suppressed a laugh.

“Ro… Rohan,” Emily quietly said.

“What is it?”

“My feet are tired.”

“Emily, you ask nicely, remember?” Kakyoin added.

“Oh, sorry,” Emily murmured. “Can you carry me, please?”

Rohan looked at the girl for a couple of seconds, then rolled his eyes. “Sure. Come on.”

“Thank you!” Emily chimed. As Rohan picked her up, he silently had her look at Heaven’s Door. Her form went limp as her face opened up into a book.

“Hey!” Koichi exclaimed.

“What?” Rohan replied. “Kakyoin said that I could make Emily unable to hurt me. That’s all I’m doing.”

“If you write anything else in, I’m not afraid to make a scene,” Jotaro threatened.

“I found him!” Kakyoin said, a little too loud for a crowded area. Everyone looked back at him. “He’s in the same place where he was before we starting running, with Josuke and Okuyasu! Okuyasu is fainted right now, but Josuke’s still in the-”

Kakyoin’s face instantly went grim. Everyone else gulped.

“What happened?” Jotaro asked.

“Okuyasu…” Kakyoin shuddered, “Okuyasu just died.”

#Crusader of Life #oc insert #jjba #diamond is unbreakable

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disastrousjest · 3 years

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Living in memory

@praeteritus-memories Jotaro/Joseph

Joseph got out of the car, leading the way up a grassy hill where a small group of people were already gathered. They hadn’t actually been allowed into the viewing. Why? Simple because Joseph Joestar was one of the main reasons that Noriaki Kakyoin didn’t make it home at the end of their trip. He had been the one to allow the teen to accompany them in the first place. And as the adult that had been in charge of everything during their Trek to Egypt, it had been his responsibility to ensure that everyone returned home safe. Of course, Kakyoin was not the only friend that they lost. Iggy and Avdol were also killed in action during the fight against Dio. The difference between them and Kakyoin though was that Kakyoin still had a family back in Japan that had been expecting him to return. Naturally, they had all been left in the dark about what the nature of the trip would be. As far as they were concerned, there had been some terrible accident and Noriaki had lost his life as an end result. Thanks to the Speedwagon Foundation, they had convinced the family that a closed casket ceremony would be better for the family, as his state when he died wasn’t for the faint of heart. Of course, given the circumstances when Joseph had tried to get into contact with his parents about the funeral proceedings and when they might be held, he had been promptly told that he and Jotaro weren’t welcome there. If Noriaki hadn’t gotten himself mixed up with the two of them then it was likely that he wouldn’t have died in the first place. And while Joseph could agree with that, he felt that paying his respects was the right thing to do. That’s why, whether they had been welcomed or not he had decided to take Jotaro to the burial. It was easy to tell them not to come to the funeral home, but it would be a little more difficult to keep them from being part of his burial.

Joseph was dressed in a fine, pressed black suit with a matching undershirt and gloves. He had left his hat behind this time and purposely slicked his gray hair back into a neat fashion. For once he actually looked like a distinguished old gentleman as opposed to an old troublemaker. Regardless of what the dispute was with Noriaki’s parents, Joseph didn’t want to come anything less than something nice. He was there for Kakyoin after all. It was to their fallen friend that he wanted to pay respects to. Although part of him felt as though he did owe his family some kind-of compensation. He wished there was a way he could ease the pain that they felt at losing their son. Truthfully, he had already donated quite a bit to the funeral despite being told he wasn’t welcome and had sent a good-sized arrangement of flowers to the family as a way to apologize for what had happened. All of that hardly seemed like enough though. He didn’t have to imagine what they felt at the loss of their son, someone that they loved though. Because this was not the first time this had happened to Joseph. The first had been when he lost Caesar all those years ago. A hole had been ripped into his heart that would never be filled. And Joseph had been there during Kakyoin’s final moments. Just as before, he hadn’t been able to do anything to prevent it from happening either. At the time he didn’t know about Dio’s power to stop time nor could he have anticipated what would have happened to the teen because of that fact. Every day since it happened thus far though, he had wished that Dio had taken him instead. He was an old man, a Joestar well past his prime. Yeah it would have been tragic for his family, but Kakyoin had had so much life left to live.

Leading the way towards the burial site, one of the people standing around caught them. They moved around the small group of people, taking fast strides towards them. Joseph didn’t know who this person was, but if he had to guess it was likely some family member of the Kakyoin’s. Someone he had never met, but someone who had been made aware of Joseph Joestar and Jotaro Kujo. It was by the way that they approached with a hand up as though meant to stop them from walking forward. Joseph did slow his approach, aged teals looking upon the other younger male with a saddened look caught in them. Just for a few minutes, couldn’t they ignore their hard feelings? All he was asking was to be allowed to be able to pay some respects to Noriaki in person. Joseph felt like he owed it to him. His mind wouldn’t be able to rest until he was able to say a proper goodbye. Although as it had been with Caesar, he didn’t believe he would ever stop blaming himself for allowing the other to die. Being late was a habit for the Joestar family and Joseph was especially bad about it. His being late though had cost the lives of people he cared about. He didn’t get to see Caesar at all after his death. His crushed, broken body had been retrieved but there had been no burial ceremony held for him. Caesar had died an orphan after all, his siblings scattered about and with only Joseph and Lisa Lisa at his side. It was different for Kakyoin, who had people. It was important to Joseph to at least be able to see him be put to rest. To say goodbye in some form or another. While he understood it might be his fault, he felt like he still should be allowed that much.

“I thought I told you, you’re not welcome here Mr. Joestar.” The man said in a low voice as he approached them. “Take your grandson and go home.”

“I’m sorry to crash the burial here, but all we are asking for is a chance to say goodbye to Noriaki. He was someone we cared about, too.” Joseph protested.

#praeteritus memories #jjba rp #part3op2 #part 3

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dmgdstar · 4 years

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Jotaro sat on the hotel bed with his back pressed to the wall, one knee raised and his hand dangling from the top of his kneecap. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he reclined back, relaxing. It had been a little while since they had been able to stop at a hotel. The air outside was hot, dry and wearing all that black in the heat had proved to be a little much. But he had refused to change out of his clothes. He didn’t care if it made sense to dress better for a trip going to Egypt. This was what he was comfortable with wearing and besides he wasn’t one that was keen on getting much sunlight in the way of tanning or anything like that. It just wasn’t his style. Call it pure stubbornness or whatever, it didn’t matter to him he was determined to keep it that way. But damn, if it wasn’t so hot outside. Even inside the hotel room it was warm. Sweat was falling down the side of his face from underneath his hat. His hair felt damp under it. He was doing his best to try and ignore the warmth of the room and relax while he had the chance. The thermostat on the wall opposite of him told him that it was the coolest it could be in the room. How annoying could this be? It wasn’t going to be easy to try and relax and rest if he was too damn hot to actually do it. He sighed, swinging his legs over to the edge of the bed. Reaching up, he took the cigarette from between his lips, pausing for a moment to snuff out the lit stick. He had to do something about this.

He reached up to remove his hat. Setting free the black hair that was always kept hidden under it. The single strand that usually hung down from the front of his hair was stuck to his forehead. A sheen layer of sweat beaded along his hairline. He set his hat down on the nightstand next to the bed, sighing at the little bit of relief that taking it off had given him. Although the comfort was only temporary. Still feeling warm, he stood from the bed the covers over it not exactly helping in keeping cool at the moment. With a little reluctance then, he shrugged off the long heavy coat that he wore, letting it slide slowly from his shoulders before he caught it with his hands. Jotaro laid his coat along the bed, staring at it for a moment as he did. It felt strange to have his arms bare since he always wore it but having removed it had relieved some of the heat from his body. Finally, he had gotten some relief that was better than suffocating himself. Jotaro had a mind to make sure that nobody knew that he had to break down this way and remove some of his clothing just so he could cool off. The smug expressions he would get from Polnareff or his grandfather alone were annoying to think about. Just thinking about it made him regret now having already put out his cigarette. Sometimes being around those people just stressed him out to the point where his only solace was the nicotine. Honestly, the whole damn trip had been nothing but a pain in his ass. Part of him couldn’t wait to get the whole thing over with. At least back in Japan they didn’t have to deal with this damned heat. At least, not like this—it never got this hot back home.

His shirt was sticking to his skin now. Although it wasn’t completely soaked through, it was enough to be uncomfortable. Good grief, could this get any worse? If he was going to strip down that far, he might as well just go take a cool shower to try and bring his temperature down, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to wash away some of the sweat either. With that thought in mind, he took hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, exposing his upper half to the room. Just as he had done with his jacket, he tossed the tank onto the bed, taking a moment to just take in the way the air felt now that it was able to freely touch his skin. The clothing removal had helped a little bit, but he still thought it might be a good idea to rinse off. He didn’t get that far though before he heard something behind him. Jotaro hadn’t heard the door click open a moment ago. The room he was staying in was a double, but he shared it with someone else. It was the usual for their travels and as per usual the person he was sharing it with was Noriaki Kakyoin. Probably the only other person who might be able to relate to how disgustingly hot it had gotten as they drew closer to the desert. At the time he had started removing his garments, Kakyoin had stepped out and not yet returned. He hadn’t been gone that long, so he figured he probably had the time to himself. However, it seemed he had misjudged how much time he had. Either that or he had just taken too long to do anything about it.

Turning to look over his shoulder at Kakyoin, the red head had paused in the doorway, his hand was pressed to his mouth and lavender eyes had widened just a little bit. His gaze didn’t quite meet Jotaro’s though and he knew why. It was because he was standing there without a shirt on, not necessarily something that he had ever done around him. They were both guys though, so that shouldn’t have been too big a deal. It shouldn’t have been but Jotaro noticed the change in Kakyoin’s body language. He was tense and his face had become flushed. It wasn’t too dark of a blush, but enough to lightly dust across his cheeks. Jotaro also noticed that as soon as he realized that he was looking at him, his eyes had darted towards the floor. This was interesting, he couldn’t say he had ever seen Kakyoin react this way to anything that he did. It had Jotaro tilting his head slightly, his way of expressing a slight bit of curiosity and interest. Now the fact that they were both men meant that his being shirtless shouldn’t really be a problem, it wasn’t anything special or different. But it seemed that it had stirred something for Kakyoin, this reaction was only something that Jotaro usually saw in the annoying clan of girls that would follow at his heels. How they would swoon and blush over him even if he paid the slightest bit of attention to them. The only difference was that Kakyoin seemed to be reserved in this reaction, closing in on himself and withdrawing from Jotaro. They had been traveling together a good while and shared a room every time. He would have said that they were decent friends by now, even if their beginning had been a little strained. In all the nights he shared a room with Kakyoin he had never seen this reaction out of him, never noticed that something was different. But maybe this was something he would do when he wasn’t looking. Maybe… Kakyoin had something he wasn’t telling him.

“Am I bothering you?” Jotaro asked finally, keeping his eyes fixed on the red head.

Kakyoin shook his head, though he still wouldn’t make eye contact and he kept his hand close to his face in an attempt to shield some of his blush from his stare. “N-no of course not! I didn’t realize you were… forgive me Jotaro, I’ll just come back a little later.”

“Kakyoin.” His name had left his lips in almost a demanding tone. His name being enough to have the other stop where he had turned on his heel to leave the room.

In the silence that fell between them, Jotaro crossed the space between them coming to stand in front of him. Kakyoin didn’t move from where he was standing, but he kept his back to him. His stance was still tense, his back rigid and by the way he hung his head, he knew that he was still staring down at the floor. What was bothering him so much that he felt like he needed to rush out? The answer seemed obvious to Jotaro, it was clear that his appearance had done a little more than startle him. Jotaro stood staring at him for a moment, just letting that sink in. The fact that he was bothered by this, it didn’t look like he was mad about it or even upset. His body language had left him flustered, which could only tell Jotaro that he was disturbed in the way that someone might be if they were attracted to someone. His only reference were the girls that annoyed the shit out of him and whereas that was similar, it was also very different to the way that Kakyoin was acting right now. Did Kakyoin like him? He had to wonder if that was the case with his reaction now. There was only one way to find out for sure and that was to stop him from trying to retreat or withdraw any further. As if to reinforce this idea, he reached out and took the wrist closest to him. Finding that the other was resisting his tug slightly, his shoulders only becoming more tense. Did he not want him to even touch him? Maybe he was reading his reaction wrong—perhaps instead this scene had a negative impact on him after all.

“Please, don’t…!” Kakyoin said frantically. His voice was shaking as he spoke. Finally, he lifted his head to glance over at Jotaro over his shoulder. His face was still red and lavender eyes were wide, but tears had pricked the corners of them. “Jotaro I… I can’t lie to you. So, if you don’t—if you can’t feel what I’m feeling then please, don’t ask me about it.”

“Who said I didn’t?” Came the response. Jotaro’s expression hadn’t changed despite his words which had Kakyoin staring at him, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. With some gentle urging then, he was able to get him to turn to face him, keeping a hold on his wrist. As soon as he had turned to face him though, his gaze had averted once again looking towards the floor, his face as red as his hair.

Jotaro raised his free hand up to wipe away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks. So, he was right in his assumption then. Without even asking, he had picked up on what he might be thinking and feeling. All because he was able to catch the small changes in his behavior. Kakyoin did have feelings for him and the reason he had froze up when he walked in the room to find him like this was because of that fact. It was still uncomfortably hot in the room, but he couldn’t just leave him like this. And he couldn’t just let him walk out of there looking the way he did. Besides to say that he had no interest in him would be a lie. An unspoken interest on Jotaro’s part, he didn’t hate the idea of seeing how things could play out. That’s why after he had wiped his tears away, he carefully placed his fingers under his chin to lift his face up towards him. Finally, lavender eyes moved back meet his blues and even though his expression didn’t change—he could feel his heart skip a beat whenever he met his eyes. Wordlessly then, Jotaro leaned down to press his mouth to his, capturing his lips fully with his own. As he kissed him, he released his wrist to instead meet his other hand while both came to cup the sides of his face, keeping the other from pulling away from him while he kept his lips connected to his. Tiers moving just a little aggressively against his, which were unresponsive at first until his shock had faded and he was kissing him back.

Jotaro didn’t pull away until he felt Kakyoin’s palms touch his chest. His hands felt cool against his skin. It wasn’t getting any cooler in the room now. Maybe this was nerves. Breaking the kiss, he looked over his reddened face once more, his breathing coming in quiet huffs. He watched him for a moment before picking up the cues to continue, placing another brief kiss to his lips, as his hands made quick work to unbutton the high collar of the uniform he wore, so he could trail his lips down his neck. The only way either of them were going to cool off now was with a shower. But he figured if they were just going to get sweaty anyway—they might as well indulge in the unspoken feelings that existed between them. The mutual attraction that had been picked up on by Jotaro, even if Kakyoin had yet to admit it. This kind of heat was different than the blazing warmth of the sun outside. He could probably get used to how hot Kakyoin made his body feel whenever he touched him like this. And besides… removing clothing had helped.

//Drabble inspired by main jotakak storyline: @gdbyenstalgia

#jootdrabble #jotakak #inspired by my kakyoin #gdbyenstalgia

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daisys-gard3n · 3 years

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Heidjr the tags av joseph letting jotaro rail me for his bday and im --

Ugh the way Jotaro would fuck you with no worries, yanking my head and using me. " filthy fucking whore . Was my grandad not good enough?"

- pubby

Joseph thought to himself: there's no way in hell he's gonna get any, so I might as well step in and get him some coochie for his birthday

Jotaro was already kinda sick of you and his grandpa's sick display of affection, so when the old man came up to him on his birthday and said: "Happy Birthday, grandson! I thought I'd get you something special this year: so for the whole day, you get to do whatever you'd like to (Y/n)!"

He would of honestly just accepted a can of beer instead of this predicament. You wearing the prettiest dress, your hair done, and seeing how little the dress actually covered because he can see the lacy lingerie underneath. Sure, he found you hot, most women were but he didn't want to date them. But the whole day to do whatever he wanted to you without consequences or you bitching at him? He could finally take out his frustrations on something, he could finally get his revenge for all the times he heard your loud ass mouth moaning away through the thin walls of motel rooms on your 50 day trip.

So, with that pretty dress pushed up and your lacy underwear torn off, you on your stomach over a counter as Jotaro railed into you with his pants and boxers barely pushed down to his thighs. His hands gripping so hard onto your waist and pulling you down onto the base of his cock and made loud slaps against your ass with his balls. You're moaning so loud, drooling down your face and tears in your eyes as Jotaro is reckless with you. He sneered at you and pulled you closer by the hair:

"So, my old man wasn't good enough for you? You had to convince him to let you hop on my dick without worry? What a fucking whore, you'll do nothing to get cock and pumped full of cum? Bet you're real fuckin' happy about this, since you're moaning like a slut. I guess you're glad to do this since I'm not that far off from the old man. I'll make sure you go back to him full of my cum and walking funny."

@whoreiaki-kakyoin pspspspsp get your food

#jotaro kujo #jjba confession #pubby #not sfw

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blueluneacy · 4 years

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I know you did TA Jotaro, but would you be willing to do different characters? If you would could you do TA Kakyoin falling for one of his students?

omg, yes. The TA universe expands. Back up MCU, it’s the jojo ta au now.

Warnings: pining, kakyoin’s fucking traumatized babey

He noticed how you tapped your pencil against your fingers when you were trying to think at first. It was nothing really. It wasn’t like Kakyoin was trying to stare at you or anything. He was walking all of you take a quiz, really. He was easily one of the harshest TAs you had in terms of cheating, but hey. You felt like his grading was fair, and he seemed pretty in tune with the fact that everyone had to take an art class, and not everyone in there was actually interested in art history. He did his best to be engaging and make sure you all didn’t fall flat on your faces, but he wasn’t hand holdy. He wasn’t afraid to fail someone who wasn’t working hard.

But you… You seemed so… Determined. You took any challenge he threw out at you head on. After that class, he felt like he started seeing you everywhere. Maybe you were always there, but he never noticed. He saw you in the dining hall, in lecture, you even showed up for study sessions. When he graded your quiz, he realized that he didn’t want to give it back to you. He wanted to keep it, to keep your pretty pencilings and have a piece of you close to him. But, Kakyoin restrained himself. He knew that his feelings weren’t appropriate. This had to be something temporary, but… The feelings didn’t go away.

He woke up early one morning, from a dream he didn’t want to talk about. Lately, Kakyoin was very lucky to escape from those dreams, the ones that made him sit up in horror as he had his abdomen, trying to make sure it was still there. This trauma he tried to ignore, but failed to do so. But, it meant that he was unable to escape it all this time, and that he would be up. He checked the clock. Five AM. Not bad for him, really. He was going to get up in two hours anyway. He might as well get a head start on grading those papers. But his mind just… Drifted on over to you. You had such strange opinions about art and culture that he never really considered. You were so passionate about everything you seemed to go into. You smiled at Kakyoin, but you didn’t revere him. It was pleasant. He shook his head and moved to check his email. Sure, it was early, but maybe someone sent something in the middle of the night. College students were like that.

But, when he opened his email… Oh, how his heart started to beat just a little bit faster. He swallowed, quickly opening up your email. It was… Just a question. You just had a question about romantic pieces. Of course, what else could it be? Kakyoin told himself that he shouldn’t be disappointed, that this was only natural. But there was still this low feeling in his gut that he wanted more from this. He read through your email, sighing a bit, before typing a response back and leaning back in his desk chair. He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, to move forward. Kakyoin had pretty much sworn off love after the events of Egypt, and while it left him a bit lonely, it also left the people around him safe. There would be no more heartache. And yet, his heart wanted more. He didn’t want to be alone, he wanted to be with you. It was such bliss to just imagine having you in his arms, to imagine the safety and warmth you could provide him. But, no. This was his fate as a stand user, wasn’t it? The fate to be alone, forever.

He noticed that you responded within ten or so minutes. You were up? I guess he wasn’t the only morning person. You seemed to thank him a lot for responding when you did, but you still seemed to ask questions. More complicated questions. Sure, he could answer them, but it would be difficult over email. He could ask for you to just talk to him after class, but no… This assignment was due at the beginning of class in the afternoon, wasn’t it? He sent back and email explaining the situation, while explaining the best he could, only for you to reply quickly back.

“Well, then why don’t we get breakfast together? It’s not like either of us are sleeping.” So forward. He felt his heart speed up and he gulped, checking the time. It was almost six in the morning. Breakfast? With you? Well, that was…

He thought about the pros and cons. While there weren't really any rules against dating a student, it wasn’t really looked highly upon. He also considered the danger he felt he presented to you. Even if he hadn’t run into an enemy in years, there was always that chance. That’s what he was told.

But… The idea of your arms were just too tempting. He accepted the invitation, haggling out the details with you over email before finally standing up, moving to get dressed.

Kakyoin let himself smile over his attempt to grasp a moment of love.

#Anonymous #kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin/reader #noriaki kakyoin/reader #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba/reader #writing #My writing #mine #sfw #ta au

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magnolia-penn · 4 years

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A Helping Hand

Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader

A totally late self comfort fic that I wrote to help cope with terrible parents

WARNINGS: Just some Part 3 spoilers. Nothing that you wouldn't know after watching the fist few episodes. Other than that, there's none. Just self indulgent fluff.

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Dealing with Jotaro Kujo isn’t the easiest of tasks for anybody unless you’re his mother. He’s cold, abrasive, and a bit of dick. He detests people who can’t take care of themselves and hates covering anyone’s ass.

Not a good situation for you.

You had only developed your stand, Magenta Sunset, ten days ago. A week before your meeting with the StarDust Crusaders. It happened during a business trip to Cairo that you attended with your father.

The night it manifested, you were approached by a man named DIO. He used sweet words and promises to help you better understand this strange new power you had received, as long as you helped him when he needed it.

You naively agreed.

He took your hand and whisked you across Cairo’s rooftops to his mansion, the wind and his deep voice almost drowning out the screams of your father.

True to his word, he taught you about Stands and how to control yours, by inserting a flesh bud into your forehead and giving you your orders to eliminate the Joestars.

You encountered the Crusaders in a small desert town, and you launched your attack. The battle only lasted about fifteen minutes, and you shouted your apologies the entire time.

After being apprehended by purple and green tendrils, it was the redhead’s idea to have you join them, stating that your circumstances were no different from him. The old man agreed and ordered the teen dressed in all black to remove the flesh bud, and you were put under the care of the redhead, now known as Noriaki Kakyoin.

It soon became glaringly apparent that without the flesh bud dictating your movement, you were at an infant level with your stand. After some deliberation, the old man, Joseph Joestar, and the Egyptian, Muhammud Avdol, chalked it up to inexperience. Everyone had theirs for quite possibly years, while you only had yours for a mere couple of days.

With introductions and backstories out of the way, it was time to get back on the road. You took every opportunity to practice with your stand, and everyone agreed to help, except Jotaro, which was to be expected.

Kakyoin was your sparring partner more often than not. Under his guidance, you improved significantly, but you still faltered in defense. You always struggled to keep an eye on your surroundings and were slow to block.

The others would offer words of encouragement, but Jotaro would only scoff and throw an insult. His words hurt because you knew he was right. He was the strongest member of your team, and the team is only as strong as the weakest link. AKA, You. You started pushing yourself too far beyond your limits, to the point of exhaustion, and it was beginning to show. Your performance would drop, and Jotaro would degrade you more.

Kakyoin was always quick to rub salve on the wound, though. Every word he spoke lifted your spirits and inspired you to keep pushing. This might sound cliche to say, but you thought you might be falling for him.

Sadly, good things never last, and it all came crashing down after an actual battle. In a last-ditch effort, some C rated thug, who probably wasn’t even one of DIO's minions, launched a full-powered attack straight at you. Even the almighty Jotaro wasn’t prepared for it, and he just barely managed to pull you out of the way by the back of your shirt. He let you fall to the ground and quickly finished the thug off. He turned back to you and glared while looking you up and down. After a few tense seconds, he turned and walked away. He didn’t say anything. Not even a “Yare yare daze.”

That hurt worse than anything he could possibly say.

The other members of the group quickly came to your aid, gently pulling you to your feet and checking for injuries. You brushed them off with a smile and a wave. Kakyoin lingered longer than the rest, eyes filled with fear and pure relief at your safety. He embraced you in a giant hug, and you quickly returned it. Kakyoin pretended not to notice the way your body quaked in fear and how you clung to him like your life depended on it.

He knew Jotaro was harsh, but he didn’t expect it to affect you so severely. He worked with you every day, and none of his criticism ever got under your skin. But after seeing the sheer despair in your eyes after Jotaro turned his back to you solidified his belief that you cared about how Jotaro saw you.

His mind was telling him that it was only logical that you wanted Jotaro’s approval. He was the strongest of the group, and Jotaro’s harshness was a way of showing he cared. Still, Kakyoin’s heart overrode the system, and he couldn’t help but get angered at Jotaro’s lack of sympathy for you.

Later, out of the prying eyes of anybody else, he talked to Jotaro. It took some will power to keep his voice even as he tried to explain your side of things. Eventually, Jotaro acquiesced, promising to apologize to you.

That night, after everyone fell asleep, you snuck out over a sand dune to get some practice in. Every kick, every punch, every block seemed slow and sluggish as all of your pent up emotions chiseled away at the wall you put up. Letting out a frustrated groan, you dropped to your knees and cradled your head in your hands.

Large tears threatened to spill as you tried to suppress a sniffle. You knew it was useless to cry, but that didn’t stop the tears from falling

You were so wrapped up in your own emotions that you didn’t hear someone come up from behind and sit beside you.

“Messed up that badly today, huh?”

You jumped and quickly manifested your stand, ready to attack. Before you could, Emerald coils wrapped around your arms and pinned them to your sides.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s just me.”

It was Kakyoin. Honestly, as much as you cared for him, he was the last person you wanted to see. He put too much time and effort into your training to see you on your knees, sobbing like a baby.

“It is just you. What do you want?” You managed to push Hierophant's coils off and sat up, pulling your legs to your chest.

“A reason to why you’re in the desert trying not to cry? A moment of your time? Penny for your thoughts?”

You let out a half-hearted scoff and played with the hem of your shirt.

Kakyoin chuckled. “A nickel?” No reaction. “A dime?”

Your face broke out into a smile against your will. “How about a quarter?”

Kakyoin rooted around in his pocket for a bit. “Aha! One quarter. You’re thoughts, M’Lady?”

You took the quarter and sighed, setting it between you as a time filler as you figured out what to say. You always admired Kakyoin. His stand is well-rounded, and he was so strong. He never walked out into the desert to lose control of his emotions. You knew it would be hard to explain everything you felt in a way he would understand.

“I’m weak.” You finally say after a long pause.

Kakyoin blinked in surprise. “You’re not weak.”

“Yes! I am! I can’t block attacks, and I’m painfully unaware of what’s happening around me! Anybody and their mother could sneak up on me! You did! I have to rely on everybody else to protect me, and there’s nothing I can do to get better!”

You threw your arms around Kakyoin and buried your face into his chest to hide your shame. He sputtered on air, and he prayed that you couldn’t feel the way his heart sped up.

He wrapped his arms around you and said, “That still doesn’t mean you’re weak.”

“How so?” You asked teary-eyed.

“Y/N. You are one of the strongest offense fighters on our team. Magenta Sunset might have lower defense, but you really make up for it in offense and improvisation. The others only wish they could come up with crazy ideas that just might work on the fly like you.”

Your ears twinged pink at his kind words. “Even you?”

“Especially me.” Kakyoin moved his hands to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. “ Look, you’d never be able to guess it, but Hierophant is actually kind of terrible at offense. Sure it has the Emerald Splash, but it works better out of the spotlight. And every time I see you and Sunset spring into the thrall without a moment’s hesitation, I get so jealous because I could never just jump in guns blazing. Hierophant works better in enclosed spaces, but Sunset works great just about anywhere.”

Kakyoin suddenly caught himself.

“Sorry. I was rambling again. But you get the idea, you are so amazing and so far from weak. I know I’ve only known you for a couple of days, but I really like you, Y/N.” He accidentally confessed.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the redhead’s words. You never imagined that anybody thought of you like that, not even Polnareff. When you didn’t respond, Kakyoin’s face lit up in a fiery scarlet.

“I.. I mean-I mean! I look up t-”

“I have an idea.” Your words cut off any excuses in his throat. “It’s crazy, but it just might work.”

“Yeah?”

“Hierophant sucks at offense,” You said as you pulled yourself off of Kakyoin.

“You don’t have to put it so bluntly.”

“Sunset sucks at defense.” You twirled a lock of hair while deep in concentration.

“I’m not sure where you’re going with this.” Kakyoin gently pulled his curl from your fingers.

“We both like each other, and we will spend a lot of time together now, since you confessed,” You took his hand in yours.

“Naturally. Wait, what?”

“Why don’t we partner up and give each other a helping hand.”

Kakyoin was going to ask about what you meant, but the realization of how great an idea that was hit Kakyoin like a truck. “Oh my God, that’s a great idea!”

Kakyoin pulled you to your feet and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. He went on a tangent about how great of an idea that was, and you couldn’t help but to laugh and go along, shushing him to keep his voice down.

As the two of you lost yourselves in tactics and techniques, you didn’t notice a tall figure stand some distance away.

“Yare yare. I guess I’ll apologize tomorrow. Lovebirds are having too much fun.”

#stardust crusaders #jojo no kimyou na bouken #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #jojo's bizarre adventure

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