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c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

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YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED... — headcanons

> author's note — im fucking sick in the head and all i can think about it jojos so you have to deal with it with me or else.... stone ocean was so * moans * > word count — i don't give a rats ass > featuring — narciso anastasia, weather report, enrico pucci and jotaro kujo > cw — NSFW CONTENT, lots of fucking, mentions of BDSM and knifeplay, sacrilege

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

NARCISO ANASUI — 🌸👣 "I love you... I've been dying to come here for you..."

easily the one of the sluttiest men you've ever met, like ever.

anasui's always looking for the nicest lingerie to wear, even if he's not even going out- the silks are simply a second skin he's extremely comfortable with.

he doesn't care that when he bends over, his new white panties flash you in that unbearably short skirt he insisted on wearing out with you.

he enjoys seeing your face twist up in anger- and pleasure, when he sits down on your lap and lets your hands wander over his stockings.

anasui likes playing innocent with you, despite how obvious he makes it sometimes... batting those pretty pink lashes at you while pouting about you not paying enough attention to him when you're speaking with someone else.

despite how much money he likes to spend on his clothing and lingerie, he doesn't mind at all if you start clawing and tearing holes into his expensive designer stockings if you plan on fucking him like a wild animal later on.

anasui is BIG on rough, rough sex- slap him till his pale ass turns red, choke him till he's on the verge on passing out, pull his hair because oh god it hurts so good.

he's such a crybaby about it too, his eyes welling up in tears as he moans like a bitch in heat when you start pounding him from behind.

i imagine he's into BDSM and knifeplay as well... his biggest fantasy is him being a stalker of yours and you get sick of his obsessive freak behaviour and you teach him a lesson.

anasui came so hard that particular session that he blacked out for a brief moment in time and when he woke up, he was shaking like a leaf, but still begging for more despite it all.

he particularly loves it when you edge him till his cock is all flushed pink and he's trembling, gripping the sheets

he can be quite the brat when he wants to be, especially if he goes into his possessive fits, so you have to put him in his place.

leaving anasui tied up in that pretty light pink rope that he likes with a vibrating dildo up his ass and a nice cockring and vibrator strapped to it while he's blindfolded? that's guaranteed to get him to shape up for you.

there are also times where anasui has to beg you to fuck him, using any method necessary- its even to the point where he'd be willing to embarrass himself for just a taste of your cock down his throat.

its so cute seeing him clinging onto you while humping your thighs and letting out those pretty little moans in your ear to get you riled up.

WEATHER REPORT — ☁️💦 "I'm going to be the one to kill Pucci. And after I kill him, kill me. Understand?"

the throat goat.

seriously, i can't stress this enough- his head game goes crazy.

he might not talk much at all, but wes can sure work his mouth to make sure he pleases you.

doesn't matter where you guys are at, if you ask wes to suck you off, he'll find a nice private secluded place to get on his knees and give you the blowjob of your fucking life.

he's on the quieter side of things when it comes to sex, but he makes up for it with how sensitive he is. the lightest touch to one of the soft spots on his body is bound to get him flushed red.

wes is a little more vanilla compared to other people, but he simply enjoys having you stay close as you thrust deep into him, he swears he can feel you up in his throat.

he's not much of a teaser, but some things he says gets you extremely hard, especially if its unintentional. he'd pull you close and whisper in your ear as he gently gropes your thigh:

"you're so big, so strong. you could crush me with these muscles and i'd thank you. i'm so lucky to have you, darling."

the couple spicy things wes enjoys is sensory deprivation, especially if he can't see you. he loves the feeling of your hands roaming his body while he's handcuffed and his cock twitches whenever you press your hands onto his chest and he can't do anything but lay there and take it.

he fucking loves when you come close to his ear and start whispering all these dirty things that you'll do to him.

he might have a voice kink, because hearing you growl orders at him, it goes straight to his cock and he adores it. he encourages you to keep whispering in his ear, he loves your voice.

wes sometimes likes to call you while you're at work just so he can hear your voice, cock in hand, it's hard for him to keep his whimpers in when you finally notice what he's up to.

you will always indulge your baby, so you do let him finish, just to hear his gasping moans and light groans when he finally finishes all over the sheets.

but of course, touching himself while you aren't there isn't allowed :( wes knows this and absolutely anticipates when you come home to punish him. it's the one rule he really can't follow, poor baby. when you get home, he's already in bed, all naked and ready for you, baby blue eyes not maintaining eye contact as he says:

"'m sorry i couldn't wait for you... but i wanna make it up to you, right here, right now."

ENRICO PUCCI — 📀🕊 "In the name of God, I will smite you!"

DEFINITELY a repressed homophobic homosexual.

i mean, look at him... there's no way his libido isnt through the fucking roof despite the sworn celibacy promise he made.

when pucci met you, it was extremely difficult to get work done... all he could think about was how you would look like on top of him.

the first time you both had sex, the chaplain insisted that you only thighfucked him because it isn't sin if it doesn't go in, right? he thought splurging a bit would satisfy his lust but... it doesn't.

it's gone so far to the point where pucci has even bought himself some sex toys to test on himself, just so he could get you out of his mind.

he's definitely moaning out your name while he fucks himself with the dildo he got, but it can't satisfy him like you do... he wants so much more than this. he's embarrassed to admit, but he definitely has a rope of rosary bead themed anal beads somewhere in his collection.

pucci thinks he can handle you, but by god's name, he about passed out the moment your cock finally bottomed out in that pretty tight ass of his.

to think he was a virgin after all these years, despite how beautiful he was- it was delicious watching all that work be thrown into the trash as you hit his prostate over and over again and he simply can't control how loud he's being anymore.

101% into manhandling. pucci wants to feel you force him into a mating press or full nelson and absolutely ruin his cunt, over and over again.

he's a bit of a pillow princess as well, he just enjoys laying back and having you completely wreck his shit.

he prays to god every day for his forgiveness for how his lust has taken over his body and mind, but he just can't help the way he feels when you press up against him from behind, grabbing his hips roughly and grinding.

pucci simply becomes sex crazed because of all of this. he can't go more than two or three days without feeling your touch or else he'll go fucking insane.

its to the point where he's entirely willing to have you spread him in half over his podium in the church and struggle to keep his shaking legs up as he attempts for the fifth time to recite the highlighted verse in his bible.

but at this point, he can't read it with how he's drooling all over the pages and panting for you to go harder- faster, till he can't feel his legs anymore.

pucci's also into rough, rough sex... he loves examining the bruises and markings on his skin a day after just to see your palms permanently engraved onto his hips. he does get pretty loud so,,, gag time.

JOTARO KUJO —🐬⭐ "Gimme a break..."

our favourite dilf ever. god. he's so sexy.

jotaro is a little on the older side compared to you, but that doesn't change the fact that you want him CARNALLY. and romantically.

he's definitely the type of guy you would assume is more dominant in his relationships, but its quite the opposite behind closed doors.

jotaro only wants to be taken care of by you, whether that be you bring him breakfast in bed on a lazy saturday morning or when you trap him in a closet and eat him out then and there because you guys would rather be anywhere else.

he isn't as buff as he used to be when he was in egypt, so he's a little softer on the edges now, but you cannot give a single fuck because by god, those tits are going to be sucked one way or another.

jotaro's favourite thing is when you bite and suck at his inner thighs, it makes him lose his mind in a certain way that he can't place his finger on,,, it leaves him all flushed and shaking, clenching those thighs around your head and effectively crushing you.

ABSOLUTELY has a daddy kink, it goes both ways but god, when you lean in and bite his earlobe as you whisper in his ear:

"does that feel good, daddy? you're doing so good f'me, you can cum if you want."

it takes all his will to not cream his pants then and there because he wants to cum with you but also make you proud of him for holding out so long.

jotaro's probably also a pillow princess, because again, he wants to be taken care of. he loves the idea of just laying back and relaxing as you ravage the hell out of him. you have to make sure not to leave any visible hickeys behind to avoid any awkward situations but he wants you to leave as many as you can.

while he may be on the quieter side, i like to think, he's the type to tear up and cry silently in pure ecstasy. he can't handle how good he's feeling so he grips the sheets tight and silently sobs into the pillows as you grip and bruise his pretty hips.

i imagine jotaro's favourite position is having you face to face with him so he can kiss you while you fuck him through his orgasms. he's so affectionate and needy while in subspace, you gotta shower him in praise and love while you fuck his brains out, y'know?

he might have a bit of a breeding kink if i'm being honest- he's already a father, but the thought of getting knocked up from getting stuffed to the brim over and over again is enough get him going for rounds on end.

face sitting is a must. eating jotaro's ass is a daily task that must be done, no matter what. he's afraid of hurting you but that thought quickly gets thrown out the window when you start devouring him completely and he can do nothing but shake and beg for you to slow down a bit.

he loves grinding down onto your face and hearing all those lewd wet sounds, it only adds to the intensity and he fucking loves it. so much so, that he can barely focus on the throbbing cock in front of his face…

> NOW PLAYING — all i need, lloyd...

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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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risquefanfics457 · 1 year

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Can i ask an Jotaro x Reader but jotaro and reader got attacked by a stand so Jotaro is part 6 with a part 3 reader ( they went to sdc ) and jotaro part 3 w an reader part 6 ? Female reader if its okay or gn!reader ^^

Sure! I hope this is okay. Gender neutral reader!

Jotaro(SDC) meets reader (SO)

“Y/N, when did you get… older?”

“No! I’m not saying you’re old, just-”

“You look fine!”

“This is not the priority right now!”

“This must be the work of an enemy stand user. Did you get a look at the user, Y/N?”

Jotaro(SO) meets reader (SDC)

“Whoa, when did you turn into somebodies dad?”

“Look at all these wrinkles!”

“They are not wrinkles. I’m not my old man.”

“We shall see. JOSEPH! LOOK AT JOTARO!”

“Dammit, we don’t have time for this, I need a way to get back to where- ugh... when I was. God, you are just as unhelpful 23 years ago as you are now.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro has had enough #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x oc #jotaro part 6

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ourpleova · 9 months

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She’s so tragic it breaks my heart :( I’ve been wanting to draw part 6 jotaro for a while now so here she is finally

Some notes for next time would be to actually look up a tutorial on how to draw shattered glass but I hope my amateur attempt looks sort of like it

#jotaro kujo #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 6 #stone ocean #6taro #jotaro part 6

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bygiornogiovanna · 1 year

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A little Christmas gift.

-featuring jolyne

-christmas special!

Jolyne isn't a fan of Christmas. She lost the spirit years ago, but seeing you get so exicted over this silly holiday brings her so much joy;

It was your first Christmas since you moved togheter and you were going crazy with buying decorations and baking stuff;

"Jolyne, Jolyne wake up!" you basically yelled, shaking her awake. It was the Christmas morning and you couldn't wait for her to open her presents;

"Huh? What happened, what who where...?" she said confused, looking around sleepily. "Let's open the presents!" you said happily, jumping like a baby.

"Mhmm, later." she pulled you in her arms, burying her face in your chest. You whined, obviously displeased. "Come onnn, you have to be curious what Santa got you".

It took awhile to get her to get up. All she wanted was to cuddle with you, but you wouldn't shut up. Defeated, Jolyne let you drag her across the apartment, to the living room.

When she saw the amount of presents there, she was in pure shock. Of course, she got you a few little presents, like some earrings or a candle, but you went over the edge. There were like ten or eleven of them, each wrapped individually;

"Y/N, babe, you didn't have to... Those are way too many presents." poor girl was in shock, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "That must've cost you a lot, now I feel bad"

"Remember when you told me you haven't gotten a nice present since you you were nine? Well, I got you a present for every age you didn't get one. I hope your inner child is satisfied. And don't feel bad, you deserve them, and even more." Jolyne burst into tears when she heard you. She was so lucky to meet you.

"Come on! Open them up!" you said after wiping her tears and giving her a kiss, clapping your hands excited. So she did, opening each of them up. They went from toys to necklaces to hair dye to dog toys.

"Dog toys? For what?" Jolyne raised a brow and you giggled. "Think about it."

"But Y/N, didn't you say you got one for every single Christmas since i was nine? I don't see the fourteenth one.. I don't mean to sound ungreatful, I just feel you are planning something I don't know about." You giggled once again at her words. "Well, your present from you were fourteen is arriving a bit late, but it should be here so- Oh, there it is." The doorbell could be heard and you ran to the door.

Jolyne was more than confused. What did you do? And why did you get her dog toys?

"Merry Christmas, my darling." A deep, oh-so known voice, followed by your giggles could be heard.

The moment she saw her dad walking in the living room with a pair of reindeer horns on his head, replacing his hat and a puppy in his hands, she understood.

"First of all, what is this all about? Second of all, how did you get him to do it?" she asked and you shrugged it off. "It took a while but I did it. Now, I know that when you were fourteen and that accident with the wallet happened, mr. Kujo wasn't there. Not that he didn't want to, but he wanted to protect you from the danger. Annnd I know you wished for him to be there for you your whole childhood and I also know you always wanted a puppy so...Here you go! Merry Christmas Jolyne!"

The blonde's heart melted and she pulled you into a big hug. You were truly the best in her opinion.

Later, Anasui, F.F, Ermes, Weather Report and Emporio showed up at your door and the rest of the day was spent with your group + Jotaro watching Christmas movies and eating baked goods. What a wonderful way to spend the Christmas day.

#jjba x reader #jjba x you #jojo x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #jolyne #jolyne x reader #jolyne chujo #jotaro part 6 #puppy #ermes #christmas special #jojo christmas

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needy-self-ship-jjba · 2 years

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Like a time machine.

author's note: I think this was such a great idea, I'm so proud for coming up with this concept! I did this fic in just 2 days!!! I'm in love with this one! Let me know if you want part 2 or want more fics related to this! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

sinopse: a stand attacks jotaro on 2011, causing him to go back in time and switch place with his younger self from 1999. He doesn't know what to do about it. You witness the whole thing.

DAY 1

Jotaro opens his eyes, not really reconizing the place, but the color of the walls, the smell of lavander. The only time he smelled this scent was when he was at the Morioh Grand Hotel. You covinced him that this smell would help him to calm his nerces, when stressed out.

He saw a pile of documents, an office desk, exactly like that time. How did he got here? Maybe this attack sent him to an another place. Jotaro barely knew that is was just an half true. He saw the calendar on the wall. March of 1999.

- What the hell?!

This voice, he couldn't reconize the place, but he could never mistaken this voice.The voice that could make him feel putty. He freezed, eyes still looking at the calendar, fists closing. He couldn't believe it.

- Jojo, is that you?

Jotaro slowly turned, the anxiety going high, heartbeat fast. When his eyes found the owner of that voice. His breath hitched.

Good. Freaking. Grief.

It was you, hair on it's most natural form, casual clothes, eyes widened, not moving a muscle and your marriage ring on your left hand. Your stand was out, ready for any move or sound. It was you, but younger.

- God damn it! Say something!

Your stand made a threatning sound, its fists closed. Jotaro needed to make you calm down or else you both could get hurt, he didn't want to hurt you. You were getting nervous, you probably witnessed something about the stand attack, something changed on the timeline he thought.

- Y/n...it's me. I promise you. - he slowly got closer to you. But you stepped back.

- Prove it.

He brought Star Platinum. Maybe proving that it was his soul could do it.

- It's me. Jotaro. But...a different one. - he winced when different came out of his mouth. Did he really change? Was he different to you?

- What do you mean?

Yeah, it wasn't enough.

- Tell me at least two things that only you know about me.

He didn't remember how determined you were back then, he let a little smile come out as he looked on your fierce eyes. He forgot how you could be strong on your own way. But he remembered of why he fell in love with you.

- When we went on our first date, you said you were scared of the sharks section. You held my arm the entire time and when one of them got closer, your stand almost hit the glass. - your deffense pose was slowlying dissappearing, your eyes no longer widened, but surprised and soften at the memory. - And you made me promise you, that every time I went to missions, I had to come back alive.

When this setence finished, he was already close to you, he slowly touched your hand. He didn't know if you were comfortable by it, but he thought it was okay since he was your husband. You let a sigh out of you. Your shoulders slumped and your stand vanished.

- What happened? You were right here! I-I didn't know what to do! - you waited for his answer, he squeezed your hand.

- I will explain. - his voice was silent. This time it was him who let a long sigh scape. Then, he heard you let a giggle.

- Snake pants? Really, jojo? I didn't know you liked these things. - you smirked, you couldn't contain your euphoria of knowing such a secret of the Doctor Kujo himself. Your hand went to your mouth.

- Good grief, y/n. - you laughed harder and Jotaro joined, but in a little laugh.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad be here again, he thought.

DAY 3

After Jotaro explained to you everything that happened, you didn’t mind he had to stay with you, he offered to get na another room just for him, he thought that maybe it woukd be too much for you. But you couldn’t help, but feel worried for your…other Jotaro?

It wasn’t supposed to feel strange with this Jotaro. Different clothes, 40 years old, a respected biologist, he seemed mature? Actually, Jotaro always seemed matured all the time you knew him. But his older self, it was different, he made a presence, calm and standing confident.

Sometimes your mind made you feel safe with him, but you always felt safe around Jotaro. This time, it feels different. He is your husband, the man you love and know. You made a decision that would be better if he stayed at the hotel, you could deal with Josuke and Joseph later about his absence.

They might understand what’s going on, but for some reason it felt better to just keep it to yourself.

He still remebered what he needed to do, he filled reports, wrote his thesis, like your Jotaro would do, maybe he remembers your routine. One example, he was out of his office for a break, hoping for a cup of coffe, you always did one for him. But you didn’t.

- I’m sorry, I think I’m still processing it all. – you filled his cup, you felt so embaressed. Jotaro took his cup. God, how he missed this, the old things you both used to do.

- It’s okay, I know how it is. – he was glad that you seemed at easy around him now. He was concerned for you treating him as a strange. You had the right, but deep down he wanted to be near you.

You both stayed in a short silence. Jotaro looked at the window, Morioh could be so beautiful and calm sometimes.

- So…How is the future? – you held your cup on both hands, the warmth of it bringing some comfort to you.

- You mean us? – he arched his eyebrown. You nodded, you had a little smile.

- We are still together, if you are worried about it. – your smile grew wider. – You still love me after all this bullshit. – you snorted a laugh, he was right, with just few years of wedding, you both dealt with bad moments.

- Did I change too much? – you ask, but in a not seroius way, just for tease. Jotaro looks lovingly at you, he touches your forearm with his fingertips, then, he lets his massive hands rest on it. His thumb caressing your soft skin. – You are still you. But, stronger and…- he couldn’t believe he was going to say that. – Even prettier. – he pulls his hat over his face, but the bush was apparent for you.

You put your hanad on his, squeezing it tenderly. You get closer to him. – I’m happy to know that. Thank you. – you tip toed and kissed his cheek. – I didn’t expect that aging made you softer, my Jojo.

Good grief, you were always so bold, he forgot this part.

DAY 5

Even though now you already could feel used to Jotaro now. He still didn1t sleep on the same bed as you. As you were getting ready to sleep, you decided to get him at least this night. You remembered your first attempt to it.

- I can’t let you sleep on the couch, you lived here before, you know that! – you crossed your arms and tried to block his way to the living room.

- I know it. – he still tried to go through you.

- Then stay on the bed! We are married and you don’t wanna act as we are! – he sighed, he didn’t want to come off as a creepy and he felt like he was being too foward if he prompted to sleep by your side. Even though he wanted to be with you.

- Maybe next night, okay? – he could easily pass by you, but he waited so you could let him do as he pleased. Maybe he convinced you this time.

What you didn’t know, that night he didn’t sleep right away, he wanted to see you peacefully sleep.

You headed to the living room, where he was reading a book. You quietly touched his shoulder ans sat beside him. He closed his book and put it aside and took his glasses off.

Damn, that glasses looks good on him. You didn’t know he could get more attractive on his 40s.

- Jojo, are you sure you still want to sleep on the couch?

He shrugged. – Don’t worry about it, I’m fine here. – of course he was going to say that.

- Sleep with me this night. – he looked surprised at it. He waited for you to continue. – I don’t want to be alone and you are my husband, it’s not fair to neither of us. – you touch his arm and smile. – And I miss seeing your face by side when I wake up. Don’t you feel the same? – you get closer to his face and gently take his hat off, massaging his scalp and he relaxes, you use this as na opportunity. You get up and offer your hand to him. He reaches for it, but instead. He awings his arm under your knees and back, taking you in bridal style. You let a squeal at this and laugh. So you were right, he indeed wanted to be with you. You put your arms around his thick neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

A man of actions, huh?

Jotaro opened the door with Star’s help and the stand pulled the blankets, so Jotaro tucked you in. You let your body rest on the matress, feeling the cold material of your pillow and watched Jotaro as he took off his hat and coat.

You still found amazing his style, he always had a good taste on it. You liked how he kept his chain, reminded you when he was a teenager. You missed it.

Jotaro noticed that you zooned out. – Are you sure of it? – you flinched as you came back to reality.

- Oh, yes, of course. – you patted the side he slept. – Come here, big guy. I’m feeling cold. – you grinned as he adverted his gaze.

He climbed the bed, his body was stiff, he thought we were the one who would be nervous, but he was. Maybe the old feeling of having you in his arms, as if you were at the beginning of your relationship, he thought he would be used to every nove of you by now. But, seeing you back in time, made him feel young again to all of this.

The Kujo layed by your side, facing the roof, his right arm was barely touching you. Maybe letting you proceed the move would be better, since it was your request. He heard your body moving under the blanket and then you spoke.

- You know, I’m worried about…Jotaro. I mean, the one that was here with me. – he turned his head and saw the frown in your face. – I don’t know if he is safe, hurt or… - you thought that it was better not to say the last word. No, Jotaro still kept his promise.

You wish you could see him. But how long is it gonna take?

- I’m sure I got this. – he was on his side, looking at you. A faint smile appeared. He took your hand that was cluthed on your chest, like you were protecting yourself. – It will be back to normal before you notice it. – a kiss in the back of your hand. He proceeded to kiss your nuckles. It tickled a little bit.

- I hope so. – he looked at you with his eyes half closed. – Can I hold you this night? – you felt his lips form a smile on your fingers. He pulled you to his chest, his arm curling your waist and the other under your pillow. You didn’t hesitated to put your arms on him too. You nuzzled your face against his chest, he smelled so good, a wooden scent.

He noticed how warm your body felt. He wanted to feel more of your skin and your clothes didn’t help it. You were soft, he noticed as his thumb made circles on your waist.

- Good night, Jojo. – he kissed your head, Jotaro made sure that you would sleep first, this way he could see that you were comfortable with him. He listened to the sound of your breathing and closed his eyes.

He hoped tomorrow he was still here with you.

DAY 7

You were tense. You couldn’t stop thinking about Jotaro, was he okay? Is he going to make it? You needed to know if he was at least not hurt. Even if it meant he wouldn’t be able to be back.

Seven days and no sigh of him. Even if the old Jotaro assured you, you thought the worst. You should do something, but what?! You understood what happed, but you had no way to get to this stand user.

You felt lost. It didn’t mean that you hated this Jotaro, no! But you just wanted all of this fixed already. It wasn’t fair that you were safe and he was in danger, you hope that you are wrong on this one.

Today you had to do some investigating with Josuke, searching for stands and this time Josuke and Okuyasu told you something about eating a ice cream from an Alien, you weren’t surprised, after all you had some bizarre event on yourself too.

When you got home, you were really tired, you had to babysit the baby Joseph found and you were so worried at the same time. It was starting to become frustating.

Jotaro noticed you state, right when you got at the door and opened it, he reconized that face. He remembered what you used to do when he’s like this, so he opened his arms for you.

You melted on his arms, finally letting the weight of all your feelings on his strong arms. His smell making you feel at ease. You were so happy to be in his arms, but still not *his* arms.

- I don’t know what I should do, Jotaro. – you voiced it in such a sad way. You held him tighter. – Am I being selfish for wanting the other you back? – you propped your head to meet his eyes, afraid of offending him, before you could pull away from his embrace, he muttered:

- Never. You have been so good to me all these years, if there is something that you aren’t is selfish. – you rested your forehead on his chest, you were still feeling your frustation growing. But you were happy to hear it from him. He pulled you to the couch to sit with him, guessing his position, you put your legs on his lap and your head on his shoulder.

Star Platinum appeared by your side, holding a bottle of water, as you took it, he patted your head. You kissed his cheek and opened the bottle, slowly drinking it. Jotaro thought that maybe some physical comfort would be the best for you know, he caressed up and down your forearm and let his other hand ghost on your thighs.

He looked deep in thought. Maybe he was trying the right words for you. You were already anxious. It was good to have some time with an older Jotaro, but how could live a life without being worried or guilty about him?

This week was full of discoveries. You were happy to know that in the future, you still are together and happy or at least trying to be. You got to know and understand more about your husband.

You love this man that is holding you right now as much your Jotaro.

- I…will miss you. – he spoke. – It’s not like I won’t be with you again, but…I will always cherish you.

That evening, Jotaro felt deep in his soul that he wasn’t going to see you tomorrow. Maybe it was his younger self telling him, it was time to back to his home.

DAY 8

You woke up not feeling strong arms holding, tapping the side of the bed, it was cold. The sun hitting your face, looking at the window, it was sunny and the sky clear. At the realization, you suddenly got up, confused. “Where is he?”, maybe he got out and went to the town? You called his name, the slince responded.

You went to the bathroom, living room, kitchen. Nothing. So, that was it? He was gone? Why didn’t he tell you anything before leaving? You sat on the edge of the bed, you didn’t know what to do or feel, if he was gone, e probably got back to the future, right? You hoped so.

The door of your bedroom opened, you sighed in relief, so he was back. You were ready to complain about him scaring you this way and the deal was to not leave the hotel. But, before you could say anything, you didn’t saw a purple coat and purple hat. In fact, it was all white. When the door fully opened, you held back a sob.

Jotaro, this time, your Jotaro.

He was about to say something, but you ran to him and hugged his waist. He made a grunt sound when you hit his body. His arms embraced you, inching you closer and patting your head. You finally let some tears fall.

- I’m back, starfish. – how you missed this nickname, the sound of it. The safety provided by his arms, you cluthed his coat.You and him had so much to talk about. He is finally back.

It was just like seeing him for the first time, again.

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