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josukebrainrot · 11 months

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4&13 not sfw prompts for our baby josuke?? i honestly relate with you, josuke is just miam we love him <33 ty !!

a/n: yall really like to kill me, also this was very fem at first but it turned gendered netural so all my homies can enjoy this. also I wrote this in a normal writing format no hc/bullet point format so, tell me how I did.

warnings: not sfw, hinted at sex, hand over mouth, foreplay, hinted at voyeurism/forced masturbastion

prompt(s): 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” + 13) “Touch yourself for me.”

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

nothing can explain how this started. one second you and josuke were playing playing video games. the next you two were mouths on mouths, hands on skin. nimble fingers tugging, pulling, sliding oh so down

it took until you started tugging at his jacket for josuke to pull away from you whining.

“what? you’re no fun” his lip pouting.

at this point you were in his lap, hands wrapped about your waist “josuke, please. too many layers”

he laughs before he started pulling off his jacket and white shirt leaving himself in his yellow undershirt

“seee there” he teases before pulling you over and tugged on your clothes. “now, it’s your turn”

he tugged you in to kiss you. his hands went to your shirt and pulled it off then they went down to your waistband. your hand stopped him.

“hey,” he soothes, his hand shooting up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry did I take to far?”

“no you just shocked me” his eyes looked for anything in yours. he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“Are you sure?"

“yes, josuke”

That’s when he put a hand behind your head, the other on the small of your back, and turned you over and on to the ground. “good”

kissing your neck as he shimmied whatever you were wearing down your legs. he smiled against your neck hearing you mewl.

his hand palmed your most sensitive area making a moan rip through you. “hey, hey”

he putting his hand over your mouth. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

right his mom was in one of the next rooms. she could all the expletives her son and his partner were doing at this very moment if she was close by. you nod as he moves his hand away from your mouth.

his hand currently on your underwear moved to removed them as he gawked in the most lowkey way possible.

“wow,” he breathed as he flicked his eyes to yours from above. “it’s like the first time all over again”

he chuckled seeing you try to curl up into yourself and to cover your face. his hands going to stop you. “hey, why are you embarrassed?”

you didn’t answer, he knew why. he liked seeing the effect he has on you by the saying things like that. things that will have you bothered in more ways than one.

“you’re embarrassing. you know that”

“oh, so I’m embarrassing” his hand started gripping one of yours that was going to cover your face, then he started dragging it down. way down. “okay then, touch yourself for me.”

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jojostylesposts · 1 month

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

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How would Jotaro show love? Hcs!

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

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

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

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

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zujime · 2 months

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

─── jotaro k.

cw. fluffy stuff, fem reader, and some swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

#[♪]. jotaro #jotaro x reader #jojo x reader #jotaro headcanons #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #jjba part 3 #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba part 4 #4taro #jotaro imagine #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro smut #jojo headcanons #female reader #reader insert #jjba hcs

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bayfuzzball7050 · 3 months

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(Him and Tonio get along very well actually)

@jotaromonth day 12 - week 2 (Friendship - morioh!!!)

GRRRR I LOVE EXAGGERATING CHARACTER’S PERSONALITIES 🐺🐺🐺🐺

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signanothername · 3 months

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It’s so funny to me how Rohan holds Joseph in high regard but then looks at Josuke and is just beyond disgusted

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jojoforthesoul · 3 months

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Sleepy Mornings - Josuke

Note: Hello! I was bored and missing my bf, so comfort character time! I hope you enjoy my tired ramblings!

“Josuke!!” you holler as you step into said man’s house. You weren’t able to sleep much last night, so you decided to pay the Higashikata household an early visit. The lack of a reply confuses you, but you let yourself in anyway and decide to go looking for your dear boyfriend.

You immediately bee line up the stairs to his room, tip-toeing your way through the house as you make your search. Quickly, you make it to his door, and are graced by the sight of a sleeping Josuke after slowly opening it. He’s in a tank-top and shorts and his long hair is a mess, but he truly couldn’t be more adorable.

You quietly come in and shut the door. Your lover is splayed out like a starfish in his bed. As you get closer you can see his beautiful face and the drool on it. He looks peaceful and almost happy as he sleeps. You wonder what he’s thinking about, probably he and Okuyasu’s recent adventures.

You can’t help but strip your jacket and shoes off as quickly and quietly as you came in. After doing so, and almost busting your ass in the process, you decide do crawl into bed with your lover. You snuggle up to his outstretched arm and lay your head on his chest, throwing one of your legs over his hips.

Josuke rouses lightly and pulls you closer in his sleepy state. Soon after adjusting himself with you, he’s back to his light snoring. Soon enough his warmth has you drifting off to sleep with him.

You weren’t expecting to end up sleeping in someone else’s bed when you left the house earlier, but at least now you’ll be able to get some good sleep with your lovely boyfriend.

#jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 4 #josuke imagine #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata #jojo josuke

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mxnaluv · 1 year

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Hi! I saw the post for the nsfw alphabet and I wondered if I could Please request the letters A, C, I, V, and Y for Narciso Anasui from JJBA? Feel free to ignore this! :) 💕 but thank you sm sm

Yess I love Him!!!!

Anasui NSFW Alphabet

MDNI!!!

Warning; Sexual Themes

GN!readerxAnasui

Anasui

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is very after sex. He always brings you water or offers to give you massages afterward. He just wants to make you feel comfortable and shower you with his love <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your face and your chest. He loves how it looks on you and thinks that it's hot

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is VERY romantic, but in a sexy way, not a holding hands, giggling, eye contact type romantic. He is very sensual during EVERYTHING

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts a lot and makes small noises but he's not very loud or vocal. But when he's close to finishing, he makes a lot of noise

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His drive is pretty high so you do it very often. He doesn't like quickies that much so he always makes sure that it happens when the both of you have time and are alone. Which could turn into a lot of sex if you two live together

#anasui fanart #jjba anasui #anasui smut #narciso anasui #anasui x reader #jojo #stone ocean #jolyne kujo #jjba part 6 #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #narciso anastasia #jjba x reader #jjba imagines #jjba fanfic #jjba part 5 #jjba golden wind #jjba part 4 #jojos bizzare adventure

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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photographer!jotaro whos used to taking photos of industry professionals, actors, singers, nepo babies — the lot! it’s almost second nature to him.

there’s never a doubt of how to do his work because the lens photographer!jotaro sees people through is contrary to how his eyes do. photographer!jotaro finds everyone fickle; it’s the camera he has to give credit due when given accolade.

but when you, his personal muse, tells him that maybe he should try being on the other end of the lens in order to broaden his view of photography, he gets defensive, almost grumpy about the suggestion.

“dont piss me off.” he mumbles at the computer screen, albeit with no bite to it.

you playfully huff because you know photographer!jotaro well enough by now to know he wasnt angry at you. with a hand that aimlessly plays with the hairs on his neck, you pout down at him as he does his work.

“but i’m being for reeeeal. you gotta try it so that you have something over other photographers. have the experience of being a subject.”

photographer!jotaro moves his chair back so that he can retrieve a file from underneath his desk. an implicit notion for you to unhand him and dead the topic.

“i already have something over them and that’s my skill. i dont need to be on the other end to get more of it.”

rolling your eyes, you move away from the man. if it was one thing that frizzled you about photographer!jotaro was his lack of inquisitive spirit.

“jotaro, why should i let myself be your muse if you cant even be one for yourself? honestly, if you dont wanna take pictures for you at least do it for me.”

there’s a whine in your voice but photographer!jotaro knows you’re being serious. hes had a taste of your wrath before and he wasn’t a fan of it. still, photographer!jotaro was a man of peace before he was a man of resilience. maybe if this was back when he was much younger, he would have shrugged you off and told you to get on with your day. but photographer!jotaro’s tasted a bit of life and you’re one of the only sweet things in it. he’d be an idiot to throw it away because of pride.

reluctantly, photographer!jotaro lets you pick a location for the shoot but he’s already regretting giving you the reigns on such a delicate art process. of course you’re picking your bedroom with low lighting and neon lights.

“jotaro, you’ve got to at least look relax! right now you just look constipated.”

photographer!jotaros struggling to relax because you’re pointing the lens right at him but he tries his best to adhere. however, no matter what way he turns, twists and folds, you’re seemingly unimpressed with his form. leaving the camera on its tripod, you crawl up your bed

“you’ve gotta…” you huff as you move his limbs around for him, quickly removing his signature hat from his head. “seem like you want to be here. act like you’re lazy or something i dunno…”

photographer!jotaro grunts as you alter his look but he doesn’t protest much. hes more enamoured by the sweet smell of your perfume that infiltrates his nose and the warm heat from your body that flushes onto his. automatically his hands have rested on your waist and suddenly photographer!jotaro is very aware hes got you ontop of him in your bed.

you dont even realise photographer!jotaro‘s advances until hes flipped you onto your back and begun leaving damp kisses up the side of your neck.

(un)surprisingly, you have no qualms about the situation yourself as you’re mewling for the man to do more, touch more

photographer!jotaro ends up slow fucking you into the plush of your bed, his strokes long and languid as he never fails to leave you full of him.

“j-jojo…” your arms encase around his large frame and so do your legs. everything about him is all just so big. “the…shoot…”

“dont care.” he grumbles into the blunt of your ear shell, his teeth biting at the soft bone.

your moans call upwards between the four walls of your bedroom, the sounds mesmerising to photographer!jotaro as he hilts his cock deep inside you. he wasnt much of a loud guy, bar for his soppy pants of your name, but his hand never failed to find your as he entwined them both.

photographer!jotaro pulls out with enough time to spare. hes a careful man nowadays — learnt from a lot of prior experiences — but he doesn’t fail to keep your lips connected as he fucks his cock in the fist of his hand and over your stomachs with a solid grunt.

although photographer!jotaro knows that you’re still yet to reach a high and so he brings his fingers down to pet and rub at your clit. he swallows your every mewl and worships you with “well dones” once he feels you clench and pulse over his pads.

no pictures of any kind were taken that day, but photographer!jotaro knows its a memory he’ll forever keep with him.

#jotaro scenarios #jotaro imagines #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x black reader #part 4 jotaro #sdc #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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ruhrohimrorny · 2 years

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Investment

Jotaro x reader

Words: 1938

Authors Note: Ok so I posted this on my Ao3, but then I decided I wanted to post it on my Tumblr too, so here’s me breaking my inactivity to do this. I initially had Rohan in mind for this one, but then I was going through a Jotaro phase so it became a Jotaro fic instead. Enjoy.

You both walked back from dinner to your apartment. At this point, the sky was devoid of most light, save for the growing ambient glow of the moon. Walking alongside him, his arms swung back and forth, and his eyes searched your face.

“Are you mad at me?”

You fought to not roll your eyes.

“No, it’s fine.”

“My mom always told me that meant the person was actually angry”

“Well did your mommy forget to tell you you should compliment your girlfriend more?”

“What do you mean?”

You stopped walking and looked at him, his eyes conveying a genuine lack of understanding.

“I mean, I spent four hours getting ready, and all I got was a ‘you look pretty’ and then no other acknowledgements of how I looked. You didn’t check me out, you didn’t seem to have refrain yourself from touching me, and not once were you so overwhelmed by my beauty that you had to interrupt me to tell how stunning I am.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You read too much romance.”

“I know, and I also know it’s kind of silly of me to be this upset. But I put so much effort in, pushed myself so far out of my comfort zone, and felt so confident in myself, so to just get a three word compliment and nothing more kind of hurts.”

“Ya, but why would I have to keep telling you how good you look? You know I think you’re beautiful; I’m dating you.”

“I know you do, but it’s nice to hear it. Look, you probably spent, what, an hour getting ready? Maybe two? But I think I spent the whole night gushing over how cute you looked. Because even though I know you know that I think you’re handsome, I wanted to make sure you knew that I saw the effort you put in to looking nice tonight, which I would like too. To have my efforts feel seen.”

“Well, it’s not like I asked you to spend four hours getting ready. You made that choice on your own.”

You dragged your nails over your face, feeling exasperated at how unrelenting your boyfriend was.

“Look, whatever. I don’t feel like standing here and arguing. Let’s just go.”

You started walking again, your heels returning their attack on the blisters you had developed from a week of practicing walking in them.

“I don’t see how I’m in the wrong, though.”

That was enough to cause you to stall and grind your teeth.

“Jotaro, it’s not about being ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I already admitted this was a ridiculous thing for me to be upset about, so I can tell you right now I don’t even think I’m ‘right’. But you asked if I was upset, so I told you. I’m just hurt. I mean, how hard would it be for you to say ‘I’m sorry’ and vow to compliment me more than once next time I get dressed up? Apparently too fucking hard, because then you would be ‘wrong’.”

“Ok, fine then. I’m sorry.”

You turned around and started walking, hoping that he wouldn’t see that your eyes were starting to water.

“I don’t want an apology if you have to force it. I’m going home. You should too.”

You hated this. You both were, for the most part, go-with-the-flow people. Hardly ever did you both get worked up, and usually never over such trivial things. So you felt slightly ridiculous while walking away, damn near crying over your boyfriend’s characteristic lack of verbal affection. What did you expect? He was like this when you met him, why would you think he would change.

“I don’t want you to do that. I’m not comfortable with you just walking home alone after dark. We don’t have to talk, just let me walk you home.”

“Fine.”

You continued walking, and heard the constant fall of his feet behind you. He never made any effort to walk beside you. You weren’t sure if that was because he needed space, or if that was his attempt at giving you some.

“You know, walking a few feet behind me makes you look exactly like the kind of creep you were worrying about me encountering.”

He pulled out his creepy voice, a cross between Gollum and a fedora wearing Reddit mod.

“I just think you’re so pretty, I wanted to walk behind you in the hopes of catching a whiff of your delectable pheromones. Mmmm, I’m catching some hints of bergamot, and, mmm, maybe some violet.”

He sniffed deeply and you looked back to see him theatrically scooping the air towards his face. His eyes were closed and his lips pursed.

“Is that a little bit of fart I’m smelling? Did you toot, darling? You know that I love such a sudden and immodest noise.”

You tried to keep the laugh in your chest, let it die there and potentially kill you rather than risk letting him know he made you crack. But you couldn’t hold it in, not when he quoted James Joyce’s greatest work.

“Stop, you sound like a fucking perv.”

But you were laughing and so was he. Until an “ow” escaped your lips and you had to bend down to rub the festering blister, as though that would somehow help it. You heard his footsteps continue until his deep blue shoes came up right next to your shiny black ones.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, these heels are giving me blisters, and my boyfriend didn’t offer me any salve in the form of compliments to ease the pain and make it worthwhile.”

“Maybe I should stop asking that question.”

Right as you were about to crane your neck to glare at him, he bent over to be at eye level with you.

“I’m sorry. And I know you’re still mad at me, but let me carry you home. We don’t have to talk, and you don’t even have to acknowledge me. You can pretend that you’re being carried home by the wind, or a super hot ghost. But please let me help you.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna try to white knight yourself out of this one?”

You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around his neck and let his hand come under your knees, as this was the least he could do for you was this. He stood up like he was carrying a plushie and carried you without complaint. It was silent for a few minutes, until you came under the warm light of a street lamp, where he decided to stop and peer down at you. You looked back at him, waiting for him to explain why the breeze that was carrying you home died out all of the sudden. But he just stood there with a goofy smile on his face, his body twisting back and forth, almost like he was rocking a baby.

“What are you doing?”

“Your face looks really pretty in this lighting.”

“But not in the lighting of the restaurant, right?”

“Nope. Those lights made you look hideous. Now you look alright.”

“Glad the feeling was mutual. I was holding back gags the whole time we were there, because looking at your face just proved to be too much.”

“Ohhh, I thought that was disgust for the food. Well, thank you for the clarification.”

“You’re welcome. I think I would’ve been less disgusted finding a pube hair in my food than looking at your face.”

“Well, I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter clipping his toenails on the table than looking at your face.”

“I would’ve been less disgusted by the waiter admitting he wanted to have a body pillow made with a fully nude picture of me than looking at yours.”

“I’ll just let him have mine,” Jotaro retorted, again using his creepy voice.

That sent you both into a laughing fit, and you held onto his shoulders a little tighter as he shook from laughter. Coming down from the high of it, he looked at you smiling, his eyes telling you the one thing you wanted to hear all night: that you were beautiful to him, in ways that were easily felt but difficult to explain. But, responding to your needs, he decided to try.

“I love you. And I really do think you’re beautiful, in every lighting. I’m sorry for not telling you that, but I guess I figured you’d already know. But that’s an excuse. Just because you know that you are an angel walking amongst men, that shouldn’t stop me from telling you that. It wouldn’t kill me to tell you how your eyeliner kept drawing me in and I was afraid I was making too much eye contact. And it wouldn't hurt to let you know your dress was driving me crazy all night. And that lipstick is the perfect shade for you. And you smelled so warm, like flowers in the summer. And your skin is so glowy I wanted to hold the candle that was on the table up to your face to see the way the light reflected off of different points of your face, but I didn’t because that would’ve been really weird and probably a fire hazard.”

“Well, you had me until the last part. If you had done that I probably would’ve just taken up with the hypothetical body pillow waiter.”

“And I wouldn’t have blamed you. Honestly, I wouldn't blame you even if you chose him now, because he probably wouldn’t have been a douchey boyfriend and not complemented you. In fact, I think with him you’d be drowning in compliments.”

“Ya, all the wrong kinds.”

“I don’t know, I think a dude telling you you have the perfect voice for a hentai would be a compliment of the highest degree.”

“I think the only degree here is the severity of whatever crime he ends up being convicted of.”

“Well, while he’s in jail could I get a second chance?”

“I guess. He did say this could be a good opportunity for us to explore other options. Personally, I think he’s been cheating on me. I’ve seen him on dating sites before.”

“What, 23andMe?”

You laughed, and in his arms you melted.

“And Ancestry.com. Now take me home, good steed.”

“Neighh, alright.”

It was only a few more minutes until you arrived, but you wanted it to take an hour. After making up, there was a warmth between the two of you, and you didn’t want it to end. You caressed the back of his neck as you held on, and he would, on occasion, look down at you and smile fondly. Soon you made it to your front door, and you felt him grip you just a little more securely, as though he’d hold you forever just to keep you from going. But he eventually let you down, and you went to unlock the front door. Since it was a task that required only muscle memory as opposed to your full attention, you were able to turn your head to look at him, and found him staring down at you, the lovesick smile still engraved on his face.

“You know, you’re more than welcome to spend the night. If you want.”

“And if I want to spend every night thereafter?”

“I wouldn’t blame you, but that’ll require a little more of an investment on your end.”

“The kind that goes on your ring finger?”

“Maybe…”

You turned around and led him into the apartment, while unbeknownst to you he fiddled with the investment contained in the box in his pocket.

#jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro part 4 #jotaro part 6 #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro/reader

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artkaninchenbau · 1 year

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Joked about how Jojo would make for a great TTRPG Got commissioned to sketch the Part 4 crew playing together ✌️✨

#My art #This is by far. One of the silliest commissions I've had the honor of drawing #Right next to the Vamdemon meets Dio drawing #Now that I think about it why are all my meme commissions Jojo related #Part 4 is best part don't @ me #Also I do stand by what I said. If you just have a good GM who can do some mindgames like #You could have a cool ass TTRPG experience #Imagine getting to do Stand battles. That'd be great man #I don't know what's happening here but Okuyasu probably failed a death save or something #Kishibe Rohan would make for a great GM #A scary GM but a great one

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amateurduhhh · 2 years

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Okay! | Jotaro Kujo

Summary: Jotaro learns to respect his mother

Reader is gender-neutral

Content warning: violence and blood

"Shut the hell up, bitch." Jotaro casually scolded. His mother had appeared through the doorway, checking on Jotaro with her voice sweetly ringing. Mrs. Kujo was a wonderful spirit and as soon as her son's voice assaulted her entry, she tried to muster an unfaltering agreement before leaving.

"Okay!" She said in a sing-song tune. If you hadn't known any better, it would've sounded like a regular response but given the context and the hidden anguish under her voice, you could tell this wasn't a first-time thing.

You and Kakyoin exchanged the same awestruck glances at one another. His jaw was unhinged and gaping at the sudden disrespect he encountered. Even if the disrespect wasn't directed at either one of you, witnessing it wrenched your stomach.

You turned your back, whispering in Kakyoin's ear. "Is this guy, for real?"

"Jotaro that's your mother," you said indignantly. You froze after turning back to see his reaction. Challenging Jotaro was always a risky move, but you would at least think someone had the decency to respect their own mother. Especially a soul as sweet as Holly.

Jotaro turned and shot daggers from his eyes. His lip curled in disdain at you and Kakyoin. "So? What are you gonna do about it?"

Kakyoin looked over at you, he seemed to have his defense up.

"I mean that's pretty fucked up," you crossed your arms. "That nice lady clothed you, fed you, loved you, and for what? Just show some respect, man."

"She's an annoying bitch, just like you." He asserted. He was growing more and more angered with you questioning him. Frankly, it was a new experience. Usually people let the big scary hot guy get away with anything, but not this time.

Kakyoin stayed put, wondering when he should jump in or if he even wanted to interfere. Honestly, he always despised how Jotaro treated his mother, but always assumed there was a reason. But now that he deliberated, you were right, it was fucked up. He supposed he was just too afraid to confront him on this.

Meanwhile, you stared Jotaro dead in the eyes and spat on his shoes. "Get a fucking grip, Kujo, that's your fucking mother. I bet if you didn't carry around that pretty face of yours you wouldn't act so tough all the time."

He took that as a threat. Jotaro's brow furrowed deeper as he dug his fists into his pocket. "Oh really? Why don't you come closer and say that?" Star Platinum emerged from behind him and projected his fist at your mandible.

You withdrew your stand and caught his fist in your stand's palm. Jotaro's angered expression then shifted into a bewildered one. You crushed his knuckles in your grasp and landed two hits in his center. The second blow sent him crashing through his door, laying in the hall that was hardly wide enough for his shoulder span.

On the other side of the door, Holly screeched and rushed over to Jotaro's side. "Oh my goodness! J–Jotaro, are you alright?"

"Please back up, Mrs. Kujo. I'm not finished." You said kindly. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"(Y/N) wait!" Kakyoin put his hand on your shoulder. He looked anxious, his lips frowned and then melted into a satisfied smile. "I want to try."

Jotaro was already recovering quickly, on his way up and ready to get back in the fight. He landed a hefty hit from below onto your jawbone, making you stumbled back and onto the floor.

"Emerald Splash!" Kakyoin hollered. His emeralds pummeled Jotaro to the ground. They came down harder than the last time he had experienced them. He bled from the various strikes of the sharp mineral, deep gashes covering his body and tearing his clothes.

Holly shielded herself and hid in the kitchen, her knees bent as she hugged them. Dry sobs were bubbling from her lips. Now the door was broken and there was violence that was likely avoidable if she had just stuck up for herself. She didn't like watching her poor son get brutally ambushed by his friends, but she couldn't help but think he deserved it. Only a little bit.

"Jotaro Kujo, you fucker!" You yelled, your stand slamming several times into the delinquent's face. "Your bitch ass always got your hands in your pockets, you think you're so fucking cool, right? You're wrong, motherfucker! Now you got sweaty, pruny hands. Hell, I'm surprised those Mister Krabs meaty claws fit in your fucking pockets."

Kakyoin watched and listened as you continued to absolutely destroy that boy. Your stand stamina seemed unlimited as it pulverized Jotaro's face.

"Oh you're hot shit, huh? With your goofy ass chain on your uniform. This bitch think he's Ebenezer Scrooge now, huh? Get the fuck out looking like Jacob Marley's ghost bitch!"

Kakyoin stepped in, pulling you off him, and subsequently falling backward, as you punched the air. "I'm not finished with that half brit– Buckingham Palace bitch!"

"He's learned, I think he's learned!" Kakyoin argued. You took a deep breath and got to your feet. His face was battered pretty well. It would take weeks for his usual striking features to heal. Holly came out and gasped, scrambling to the first aid kit before tending to his injuries.

While she was gone, you landed one more harsh kick to his face. You bent down and spat. His eyes were beginning to swell and his vision was spinning and fading, but he saw your fists shook and you spoke with bared teeth. "Respect you mother, or I'll give her a child who will."

Goosebumps ran down Kakyoin's arms and he looked away. What the fuck just happened? Holly returned with a red box and bent down at her son's side. With shaky hands, she rubbed alcohol on his injuries.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Kujo, but you deserve to be treated with more respect." Kakyoin told her.

"Was that what this was about?" She ducked her head.

"Yes," you replied. "And let me know if I need to do it again."

She looked up mischievously without moving her ducked head. A smile broke out across her face. "Okay!" she chimed.

×××

Epilogue

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josukebrainrot · 11 months

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Hey there! Can i request Josuke with a s/o that’s always eating / has something in their pockets or bag to eat, even if what they pull out cant logically fit in their pockets or bag.

a/n: Josuke would be impressed and I don’t know why

warnings: Nothing really

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you know how robert downey jr always had snacks on marvel movie sets that the directors incorporated into tony stark?

thats how I see this scenario

his s/o ALWAYS has some snacks

they were jackets with a bag of chips in one pocket and the other has some gummy worms or some shit

okuyasu definitely bugs them to share with him

the duwang group can’t find them ? they go look at any convenience stores around the are and sooner or later they’ll find them stocking up on snacks.

the group will talk about the shit happening and sudden hear loud chip crunching

its the s/o holding a bag of family sized chips

with no way of hiding it

everyones annoyed but wondering how they got it

josuke simultaneously impressed but takes the bag from them saying they’ll get it back later

his s/o just takes it

i also imagine josukes form of love language for them is getting them their favorite snacks

also to spoil them by buying them their snacks once in a while

tomoko’s just happy they aren’t eating all of their food

unlike okuyasu

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jojostylesposts · 29 days

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Yoshikage Kira hcs ≽^•༚• ྀི≼

- well obvious hand obsession?!

- Manicures are a 100% on him. He will treat you like a princess to mantain those gorgeous hands of yours fresh and soft 24/7

- From expensive creams to spas

- Rings rings rings

- Expect lots of rings as gifts

- Expensive rings and expesive bracelets but those wont be the only things wrapped around your tiny little hands…just saying

- Would deff choose your nail color since he likes basic pearly glazed nails… his personal preference

- He imagines those hands of yours, soft long silky fingers wrapped around his…

- You would be in his head while he’s at work…naughty thoughts for sure

- Daily hand massages just for you

- Would do daily house tasks just so you don’t damage your precious hands

- Mans a man of routine and private by nature

- He’s quite secretive about his true identity and activities but won’t hurt you…unless you fuck up?? He’s still a villan..just saying

- Thinks about you all the time…in a more obssessive way I would say

- Kira’s quite straight foward and can sound bit harsh sometimes

- Mostly vanilla in bed since he prioritizes organization and presicion, but it can vary if you act like a brat enough and challenge him just to push him out of his comfort zone

- Very controlling for sure since he’s so obssessed with presicion

- Lunch dates together after work is part of the routine

- His kisses are soft, reserved and calculated

- Would suck and lick your fingers during sexy time for sureeee

- Oh, and add a littleslap too that will drive him crazy

- Again, please push him out of his comfort zone if you’re risky enough (who knows how he will act)

- Pull him by the tie and see what happens… spice it up

- Challenging him and pushing him may lead to a rougher side of him

- Definetly loves when you tie his tie just to observe how your fingers twist and fold the fabric

- Quite a narcissist. He may prioritize himself in bed and his desires mostly

- Overall, he would be very attentative towards you, since you are his new obsession, definetly an experience

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I had the concept of time travel thanks to my friend's fic @needy-self-ship-jjba, go read it too<3 i hope this went out as good as hers. oh, and yes. i was sleepy and that's why the end is so abrupt.

BACK TO YOU — KUJO JOTARO x FEM!READER

He had only been distracted for a second. One damn second, and suddenly everything went black. Dark. Lonely.

Perhaps it was because his mind really wasn't responding as it should. He could only remember the last time he had seen you, involved in an argument like those that became more and more often. Jotaro hated fighting with you with all his might. Especially when, now, with all his responsibilities, he could spend so little time with you. The work of Marine Biologist, his studies, the thesis, the search for the stands users, the arrow, being a father and a husband... It was all overwhelming him so much, and he knew you were too. You had your own dreams and goals to fulfill, and despite having your little joy embodied in a 6-year-old girl with green eyes and black hair, you also felt the tiredness of loneliness. You didn't blame him for his absence, you understood the reasons, but you simply wanted more of your husband for yourself.

And talking with tiredness and exhaustion was not a good idea. Unfortunately, you two found out from experience.

His eyes became less heavy when he managed to discover a distant light, so he opened them to contemplate the new panorama of the last fight. The booth user did not seem to be very aware of his stand's capacity, it looked like he had been hit by the arrow recently and that was generally good for Kujo. Except for this one little simply thing.

The first thing his aquamarine eyes met was your innocent and (E/C) gaze.

"Good fucking grief. What did I do now?" He thought. At first he thought he had been irrationally transported home. But there was something curious. This woman in front of him was not his wife. Not yet.

He remembered it perfectly well. How your hair looked when he met you, how your face still showed that you were a teenager despite turning 17, the clothes you wore and the style you had at that age.

"Sorry, are you okay?" You asked him, not understanding what a man lying on the sidewalk was doing. Even now, knowing your fully mature voice, it felt strange to hear again. It was like meeting you again. His hand unconsciously traveled to his hat, adjusting it to process what was happening. "Yes." His voice sounded dry. Rough, how you didn't like being talked to. "I guess I lost consciousness for a moment."This time his voice was kinder, and the sparkle in his eyes made you forget his first response.

"It's strange for someone younger to say it, but you should be careful... Sir. Sorry to ask, have we met?" It was strange hearing you call him 'sir', I was very used to your voice muttering his nickname or saying his own name. 'Jotaro' would be his favorite word only if you were the one saying it. "Jojo, I missed you so much" or "Jolyne and I are happy to see you again, Jotaro".

He even missed hearing you scold him for not taking more care of himself. "I've told you more than once not to drink coffee this late, Kujo."

Despite how much he loved you and always had you in mind, it felt strange this time.

"I don't think so. The name's Jotaro, you can call me like that." The girl in front of him smiled confidently. You were so open and friendly even before meeting him, Jotaro just smiled at this younger version of you. "My name's (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Jotaro."

You extended your hand to him, small compared to his, so that he was fully incorporated. "What were you doing?" You asked worried. "It doesn't seem like fun to pass out out of the blue." Jotaro chuckled. Curious will be always a word to describe you.

"I'm a little tired, that's all." You looked directly into his eyes, almost reading him. It was something you did even in the present. "Your job? You don't look too old either, you shouldn't feel so overwhelmed. I'm a good listener, if you want to talk."

"I'm 28, I'm certainly older than you, brat." He said to annoy you, and he managed it without seeing your indignant eyes accusing him. "I was joking. I know how good you can be with people." Your gaze only sharpened. You were young, it was true, and perhaps naive too. But why did you feel comfortable talking to this man in front of you? There was something in your chest that felt calm upon seeing it. As if you have been waiting to meet him for a long time. "How?" You inquired. The man named Jotaro didn't seem to think much of it either. "I feel it."

Silence crept between you, but you didn't feel uncomfortable, it was time to let him tell you his problems. You really hoped that he would, but you started to think it over. Why would someone 11 years older than you tell a girl about their problems? And yet he spoke again.

"I can control my work. It's tiring, but I enjoy it. But it takes me away from the ones I love the most." His voice trailed off as he spoke the last words. It was embarrassing to admit it in front of you, when you were so young. It might even change your mind about marrying him in the future. "Who?" You asked again. Jotaro clenched the hand he had hidden a few seconds before in his pants pocket. "My wife. She and my daughter get the worst of my lack of time."

You felt bad listening to it. Your heart sank for a second at the thought of how this family must feel. "Have you discussed this with her?" Your tone was soft enough to force him to keep talking. Even if it wasn't your intention. "Yes. But even if we talk about it, I'm afraid that at some point she might feel so alone that she decides we should part. The only reason I can go on it's because I know she is waiting for me when I come back. Even when I'm not the best at saying what I feel, she knows that I love her. She is the only one who knows exactly how I feel, always. I can't imagine my life without her."

"You could tell her that. That perhaps you know too well that she understands your duties and that she knows you love her that you felt you didn't need to remind her, even if you were wrong. But it is true that everyone, at some point, needs to know that we are loved. Even if you don't spend much time with them, what little you can share, fill them with love. Actions are usually more important than words, but when you don't have time, both are just as valid."

Kujo loved you so much for that. Because you understood, even when you didn't know his true motives now, or if you knew in the future, you were the most understanding. He felt like an idiot for having minimized your feelings so recently.

"My wife is an amazing woman. She is so loving and understanding, even so smart when she talks to me, even if I don't deserve it." He was unconsciously talking about yourself at the time, but you were unaware of that.

"If I were ever to fall in love, I wish the man I married would talk about me like you talk about your wife." You confessed somewhat blushing, thinking out loud about your romantic nonsense. Jotaro smiled at the irony. "I'm sure he will."

A little beep scared you. It came from the watch on the man's hand. Silence crept in again and you counted the sounds. One, two, three, four. Four! Was it so late already?

"Oh, crap. My mom will kill me. I was supposed to be home half an hour ago!" You started to get alarmed. You made sure you had all your things with you and when you were completely sure, you smiled sheepishly at the man. Kujo smiled back at you. "I guess it's goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Jotaro." You said goodbye, stretching out your hand to him. The man smiled at your spontaneity and took your hand as well.

You just thought in your whirling head that maybe, if this was the last time you'd see him, you might as well say goodbye. You took a small jump—necessary, because of the difference in height, to give him a kiss on the cheek before running in the opposite direction. Jotaro smiled at how daring you were, even when you were just a 'brat'.

"What a day." You whispered when you reached his side, catching him off guard. "(Y/N)?" She whispered, turning to see you. Now yes, his wife was standing in front of him. The pretty gold ring adorned your ring finger, the latest haircut showed off your older and equally beautiful face. His wife was in front of him again. "Who else do you think just kicked this enemy's ass and saved you?" You said unironically. Your wide mouth was also one of your charms for him.

The brunette's big hands came up to your face before leaning completely on you. It was even your own scent that told him there was no one else for him. You were the only home for him, and he always wanted to show that that would never change, not even by distance.

"I love you. As long as you exist, I, Jotaro Kujo, will always have a place to go back to. Always."

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jotarothekidsmissyou · 2 years

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Hii! Congrats on 600!! ✨

I recently discovered ur acc and I LOOVE your work!! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ Could I please request a drunk confession fic where it takes place at p4 where reader and jotaro reunite but he finds reader drunk and all thatt, and then care of them, aand the rest is up to youuu (totally not because im uncreative hahaa, ) anywayzz I hope it isn't too complicated, thank youuu sm! ( ╹▽╹ )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ɴᴇᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ! ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʙʟʏ!! ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ~!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

Normally people look forward to Friday’s as it segues into the weekend. But this Friday you were flat out drunk, hiccuping as you asked the bartender for another drink. In your state of being they should’ve stopped, yet given how shitty your day was..a couple more wouldn’t hurt…right?

Your dream job was being a news reporter. It was something you always wanted to be, thinking you’ll help contribute to the world. And with the help of your stands ability, checks would be rolling in no time. To your dismay your expectations let you down, you were just a mere errand girl barely making ends meet.

This position is only temporary; It’s what you often tell yourself whenever you try to look at the positive side of things. But no matter, the universe, or whomever was controlling your fate, showed you countless times..don’t be optimistic. Today was like your usual but magnified times infinity. First, you were late to work due to your alarm clock not ringing. How typical. You used your phone as your alarm and the reason behind it not functioning properly was because it wasn’t charged. Maybe because it was hanging on its last wire or because you didn’t push it all the way into the electrical socket. Who knows.

Secondly, you head to the local coffee shop ordering 6 medium coffees, one cupholder in each hand. It was like a circus performance as you attempted to stabilize the two trays. Though, your gut feeling was telling you otherwise.

“Umm, uh, do you have the ones with a handle?”

“One what?”

“The cupholders...with a handle at the top..”

“Do they even make those???”

“Nevermind,” You huffed, storming off slightly not wanting to spill anything on your work attire. But, due to a pebble greeting you with your next step; you lost your balance. The coffee that you were trying to preserve, splattered! Less than a foot away from you, what was once a perfectly white car, now reeked with coffee.

“My car!!” Running out from the cafe stood a woman with a worrying expression. Back and forth you two argued..(well mostly on her end, you tried to deescalate the situation) with the result being you getting sued, supposedly. By the look of her car its appearance seemed like it cost more than a pretty penny. Therefore, suing you for the hell of it, will be a case easy enough for her lawyer to win. An agreement was made, so she wouldn't sue you, you paid her half of your rent money for the “damages”.

“Something is better than nothing,” You sighed, feeling even more defeated.

Lastly, a quarter past twelve was the time once you arrived. You thought everyone was on lunch break, which in your mind was the perfect opportunity to come in late. If everyone was occupied then there would be no questions as to where you were as long as they had their fresh cup of coffee. Logically speaking, you were late because you spent time getting them coffee! They couldn't be upset with you, it's not like you control those long lines..

In the middle of the office building everyone crowded, sounds of batter and laughter was heard. Which caught you off guard considering how brooding this place can be. Then you remembered, the CEO’s daughter would be visiting today. How could you forget?? This would be the perfect chance to network and possibly gain a new position and yet given the predicament you were in, quite unprofessional to say the least. Shaken in your own skin you attempted to plan your next move and once you came to a conclusion it was far too late. All eyes were on you..

You felt like a strike of lightning hit you as you felt as all comprehension was zapped away. It was awkward to say the least, and yet dumbfoundead, you continue to stay there. Until what seemed like a voice streaking, made you come to your senses again.

“You’re the same person who spilled coffee on my brand new car!!” The same woman from earlier called you out in front of everyone and considered that she was in the center of attention. She was in fact the CEOs daughter.

Isn’t that just dandy!!

One shot turned into three, then three turned into man fucking it, its been an arduous day. Drinking isn't your typical style, sitting on the couch eating ice cream usually solves your problems. But, here you were completely buzzed trying to forget your issues.

“What are you drinking?”

“I think its…its a lemon drop shot,” You slurred while circling the salt on the rim of your glass, clearly not looking at who's speaking with you.

“Heard those were bitter,”

“Heh I guess so hic maybe that's why it taste like that,”

“Long day huh,”

“Almost got fired today..it's not like..like I even care though. Glad I accidentally poured hot boiling coffee on my bosses, boss car, she had it comin’,”

“See you haven’t changed, still malicious as ever. Probably it's the reason why it kept us alive back in Egypt,”

“I actually visited that hot place once when I was seventeen,”

“Oh..really? What was it like?”

“Well, hic I traveled in a group. We called ourselves the stardust crusaders, cheesy I’m aware. We had a mixture of the good and bad times but we prevailed, I will never take those moments for granted as they were people whom I considered family. Like anything in life it came to an end and our journey was over. We all promised to stay in touch but never did,”

“Anyone in particular you miss?”

“Yeah..well sorta. He was an asshole with a smart mouth.. but I grew to like him. He always made sure I was well when things become dangerous. Heh, there was one time he showed me this cool cigarette trick. Made me think he was the coolest person alive,”

“What if you had the chance to see him again? Seems like he was very special to you,”

“What are you implying-” Turning to see who you were talking to is what you should've done ages ago. But still, no matter how you prolonged in seeing his face, the mere sight of him would easily put you in a state of shock.

“When did you become so..skinny,” You muttered bluntly. The realization that you said something stuipd cause you to blush terribly. As for your long lost friend, he sat there chuckling as you hid your face in embarrassment. “Sorry, I think I might be drunk,” You snickered.

“Might be?” He asked in a teasing matter.

“Ok ok..maybe a whole lot..”

A moment of laughter the two of you shared before things became silent. Now that you fully comprehended who you were sitting next to you; your emotions came to the surface. How long has it been? 9, maybe 10 years, since you last saw him? Why did he never call you? Clearly, you remembered giving him your house number.

“I missed you..Jotaro,” You said, ending the reticence.

“Me too y/n,” He replied no second later after you spoke. That fast of a response told you he actually meant it, as he’s not one to put his emotions on display. “Knowing you, a half ass apology isnt going to cut it,”

“We were kids, hell, sometimes I forget to call my mom,”

“You sure do have a way with words,”

“Call me modern day shakespeare but without the speare,” You joked, earning a playful eye roll from Jotaro. Forgetting about your unfinished drink you grabbed it, while something else grabbed your wrist.

“I think that's enough..”Jotaro stated, looking earnestly in your eyes. Again he meant it. You didn’t rebuttal or snatched away from him. You were tired of fighting; tired of having all odds against you. You wanted to fall knowing you had a giant fluffy pillow that would cushion your landing. To embrace your body as the sense of comfortability eased into your heart. Jotaro was that giant fluffy pillow. It just took a while.

“Watch your step..you know what-” In one scoop Jotaro picked you up bridal style, he grew rather impatient helping you to not fall flat on your face. So as for plan B carrying you was the best option.

“You know..throwing me over your back will inflict those days back in Egypt,” You jeered, dimming your eyes slightly. “Those pointy shoulders, constantly poking at my sides. I'm pretty sure you did that on purpose-”

“Whatever it took to keep you from babbling in my ear,”

“HEY!”

Despite driving you home Jotaro brought you back to his hotel room, where he was staying for a while. He thought it was best bringing you here, taking in consideration how drunk you were. The couldn’t just leave you unattended in your state of being, that wasn’t like him. One thing was for certain he was happy you didn't throw up-

Well..on him, to be exact.

A bath, changeable clothes, and medicine he provided. Your comfort was crucial, the less you moved, reduced your likelihood to throw up again. You sat up right against the headboard wondering what was occupying Jotaro. He said he was going to take a shower..he would be back right. Pushing the door open you were greeted with Jotaro laying on the couch with a dim light beside him. There he read himself a book with a blanket covering the bottom of his torso.

“So you’re camping out here?”

“Yeah,”

“You know we shared a bed once before..,” Meeting you with his gaze, Jotaro paused. All things considered Jotaro knew you’d say something outlandish and speak your mind. But this one made his brain short circuit, you knew that without a doubt. Obviously, you knew what you were doing, you just only needed liquid courage to do so.

“How did you know where I was? Because I don't believe in fate..scratch that, I do! But what are the chances..”

“Then you won’t like my answer,”

“I meant what I said back there,”

“Which part? How part when you relished in the fact you accidentally poured coffee on your boss-”

“Ohmygodjotarostopp,” You begged him, striving to cover up that smart mouth of his. Wobbling from losing your balance once more you landed on Jotaro’s chest. Up close and personal you were able to see all the little details of his face. Still the same person, but rather beautified with age.

“Oh..uhh sorry,” You awkwardly laughed it off, regaining the ability to stand on your feet. In a jerking motion your body flew forward to its previous position. Hands cross Jotaro’s broad chest, noses inches apart and most importantly, maintaining a zealous gaze. His eyes were terribly enhancing, as they had a grip on your soul. Wanting to look away, and hide from him, is what you wanted to do. Afterall, that's what you were accustomed to whenever the two of you were close.

“Stop trying to run away from me,” Without a word spoken, he tried to communicate with you. For so long, the both of you played this cat and mouse like game. Tied between two choices, be transparent or disregard everything you kept bottled up. Apparently, the choice you both made last time didn’t quite work out. Because now the two of you are closer than you’ve ever been..

“I thought he was the coolest person alive,” You repeated your vulnerability. Underneath your palms you felt his heartbeat quicken, giving you the green light to continue. “With his jacket in the wind, I viewed him like a superhero. One that I admired, in hopes that eventually, I two, could do the same. At the time, I thought it wasn't more than curiosity. But it was put to the test once I saw you again,”

“What are you saying?”

“I love you Jotaro,” You blurted out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Who knew three simplistic words had an immense meaning attached. For a second you hesitated whether or not to continue, but by feeling Jotaro’s sudden embrace, you held back no more. “I always did, just never knew how to voice it properly. I was scared of what you would think of me, scared that I might lose you forever like Iggy, Avdol and Kakyoin but rather knowing you were alive on the other side of the world, with everyday you not being there reminding me, I could never have you,” The last bit of your sentence caused you to choke up a bit. Jotaro noticed this almost immediately thus he sat you both up, in order to comfort you efficiently.

“Shhh,” He shushed you, rubbing his hand up your back then down again, repeatedly. “I’m not going anywhere I promise you,” That was his own way of saying I love you too. Jotaro isn't the type of guy who’d outright say his emotions but rather act on them. And right now he certainly was.

“Can you sleep next to me tonight?” You asked, not sugar coating not another feeling you’ve felt.

“Good grief, you better not throw up on me,” Again he teased, but this time Jotaro pressed a small kiss on your forehead. “But then again..I won't complain if you do,”

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