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thornybubbles · 1 year

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What Makes Them Dangerous: Yandere Jotaro Kujo

Note: Finally decided to add more characters to this scenario. So here's Jotaro's.

Do I even need to explain what’s dangerous about yandere Jotaro? The man exudes violence from his very skin! While he is yet another yandere that will never show you his dark side (if he can help it), he has no trouble showing anyone else just how crazy he is for you. He tries to stay nonviolent most of the time, but he knows from experience that some people just can’t take the hint without getting a few of their teeth knocked out. Anyone that crosses you or gets in the way of his relationship with you will find themselves in his crosshairs. And they will quickly learn that this is a very, very bad place to be. Jotaro will try to reason with them first. He won’t bother to sugar coat things though. Gentle persuasion isn’t exactly his thing. If they keep messing with you or trying to separate you from him, he will put them in the ICU without hesitation (and that’s if they’re lucky). If they’re unlucky, well….

Jotaro doesn’t like the idea of taking a life, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again if he feels he has to. Some people are just too stupid. Some people just don’t learn their lesson the first time. Some people don’t realize that Jotaro was being merciful when he only broke both of their legs. Some people simply don’t deserve to keep living. That guy that keeps flirting with you even after Jotaro nearly beat him to a pulp? He’s about to disappear. Jotaro only gives people one warning. If they can’t listen to reason then whatever happens next is completely their fault. Jotaro’s patience is limited, especially when it comes to you.

The worst part is that you can’t tell when he’s giving someone death glares or just being Jotaro. You feel like he’s giving your friend dirty looks, but it’s hard to tell because he tends to look at everybody like that. Dude’s got a fatal case of resting bitch face. It starts to bother you after a while and you finally decide to just come out and ask him why he keeps glaring at your friend, all he says is:

“He’s annoying.”

You sigh and shake your head. You don’t know what you expected. There aren’t many people around that Jotaro doesn’t find annoying so you aren’t really surprised by his response. You start to see less and less of that friend though. After a week or so of not seeing him at all, you start to get worried. He isn’t answering your calls, either. You decide to go to his house to find out what’s going on. You meet him just as he’s getting ready to go into town. He jumps when he hears your voice and visibly turns pale. You go to hug him and he just backs away from you, practically climbing over his car to get away from you, acting as if your arms just turned into venomous snakes. When you ask him what’s wrong he bluntly tells you that he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore. You ask him why, but he offers no explanation. He just tells you that he wants nothing to do with you anymore and tells you not to call him or come to his house ever again. The whole time he’s saying this, he’s nervously glancing around and looking over his shoulder. It makes the situation all the more confusing. The whole thing upsets you pretty badly.

You go up to your favorite spot, a place off the highway that is pretty secluded and overlooks the town. Hardly anyone goes up there, so it’s a good place to go to be alone. You aren’t alone for long, though, because the next thing you know Jotaro’s standing next to you. You have no idea how he snuck up on you so silently and it gives you a start when you turn your head and suddenly see him there, leaning on the railing next to you. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod in greeting. You respond with a very glum sounding, “Hey.”

There’s a moment of silence that lasts a little too long, before Jotaro breaks it.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asks, tone a little harsher than he meant for it to be.

You stifle a sob, all of your emotions threatening to burst forth. You don’t want to cry in front of anyone, especially not Jotaro. You’re afraid he’d tell you to stop sniveling like a baby, because he sounds like he’s in a bad mood. After a moment though, you finally tell him about what happened between you and your friend. Jotaro listens intently, but doesn’t say anything. He offers no words of sympathy or encouragement. He just stands there and listens in silence.

“I don’t know what I did to make him hate me and he wouldn’t tell me anything! He just pushed me out of his life like we hadn’t been friends since middle school!” You explain. “What’s so bad about it is that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. It seems like all my old friends are all ditching me, too, and I don’t know why! I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me…”

Another wave of emotion comes over you and you do your best to hold back the tears, but they start flowing in spite of your efforts.

If Jotaro noticed, he didn’t say anything. Something cold nudges the back of your hand and you jump. You look down to see that Jotaro is offering you a can of beer. Whether you’re a drinker or not, you decide that tonight you could use something to take the edge off. You take the beer from him and open it. You take a few sips, not really liking the taste of it, but you’re not about to complain. Jotaro rarely does stuff like this for anyone, so you were going to take advantage of his rare display of kindness. It briefly occurs to you how weird it is that Jotaro managed to procure an ice cold beer way up there on the overlook, but that kind of stuff always seems to happen around him for some reason. You don’t question it. You look to see that Jotaro is already sipping on his own beer. He pulls the can away from his lips and stares at you with a serious look.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” he says. “They’re just shitty friends.”

You looked away from him, staring out at the lights of the town. You weren’t too sure about that. If so many people were pulling away from you, surely it was because of something you did, right? Why else would they suddenly decide they didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? (If you only knew, Reader. If you only knew.)

“Stop worrying about it.” Jotaro’s irritated voice interrupted your brooding. “People that would cut ties with you and not even tell you why are not worth getting upset about. They’re just assholes and you’re better off without all of them.”

His tone was a bit harsher than usual. He sounded legitimately pissed off. You didn’t say anything. You just took another sip of beer and stared up at him. He was looking out over the town, actively avoiding eye contact with you. He didn’t want you to see the murderous gleam in his eye. All he wanted was for you to forget about those losers and focus on him. You didn’t need them when you had him.

“Besides… I’m still here aren’t I?” he muttered under his breath. The moment he said it he tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes, feeling ashamed for saying something so sappy.

It was just loud enough for you to hear and it caught you off guard. Jotaro was being awfully soft with you tonight. Well, as soft as he managed to be for anyone, but still this was unusual. Besides that, he was right. Of all of your friends, Jotaro was the only one that still hung around. He was the only one that hadn’t distanced himself from you. It was a miracle that he was even your friend to begin with, seeing how he seemed to hate the very idea of social interactions. If a guy like Jotaro was still willing to hang around you, and actually enjoyed doing so, then you must be doing something right. Fine. If your old friends didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, then you didn’t want to be around them anyway. Why stick around where you aren’t wanted? JoJo was a better friend than all of them combined!

“Yeah, you know what? Screw ‘em.” you said, suddenly feeling elated and free.

You put the beer can to your lips and chugged the rest of it down, throwing your head back as you did so. Jotaro watched you with a small smile on his lips (which he hid by taking another sip of his beer). You finished off the beer with a satisfied sigh. It didn’t taste that great, but you didn’t care. You were celebrating a new beginning. From now on, you would only hang around people that actually cared about you. No more fake friends. If that meant that you only hung around JoJo, then so be it. At least you knew he wouldn’t bail on you for no reason at all.

Jotaro allowed himself a brief smug smile before finishing off his own beer. While he was elated over the fact that he managed to make you forget about your former friends, he couldn’t ignore how depressed you were earlier. Even in the darkness, he managed to see your tears. He told your friend to stay away from you, but he didn’t tell the shithead to make you cry. Jotaro felt that he needed to teach that lowlife another lesson. Maybe a more permanent one this time?

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yanderememes · 2 years

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How will yandere jojos react if their darling is super attractive and popular? Like the darling got hit on almost every single day. Jealous yanderes are the best!

I love me some jelly yanderes~

Jonathan

Joseph

Jotaro

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6UxA6NQ4YQ&ab_channel=Neverland

Josuke

Giorno

Jolyne

Johnny

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: Any JoJo characters you want with a darling who is terrified of them and genuinely believes they're out to hurt them because they know them for having a bad reputation or they saw them following them around.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, stalking, threats, manipulation, control, abduction

Darling is terrified of them

Dio Brando

🩸Everyone else seems to be utterly charmed by his charisma yet you are one of the few that stray away from the young man. You've heard the stories from Jonathan and Erina and know that both of them would never lie so you do your best to avoid Dio. You're loyal to your friends which is something Dio takes notice of and as admirable as your loyalty might be, he wants to make the Joestar's life a living hell so he wants to steal you away as well, one of the very few people who still stand up for him. Initially he just goes on about it as usual with his charm and his charisma yet you reject him, flee from him since you're scared of the man. He's more amused initially, sees it as a small and fun challenge you provide him with. Your fear of him is adorable since he loves being in the domineering position yet he wants to change that attitude of yours into one of adoration. You suddenly receive much attention from him as he seemingly pops up wherever you are and it freaks you out.

🩸He's beloved in the town so he uses all of his supporters to get closer to you, your friends are soon after his admirers as well as he infiltrates your circle of friends. They end up dragging you along when he hangs out with his admirers though his attention stays most of the time on you. They adore him which results in you breaking contact with them since they're unable to understand your fear yet running to the Joestar will be futile, Dio makes sure. You're alone and defenseless, perfect for him since there's no one who could interfere now. He still portrays himself as charming as ever, offers you to walk you home on late nights which never requires your consent since he does it anyways. Sometimes he's especially extravagant, gifts you red roses or other fine presents which you reject and throw away. Dio is terrible as he even starts seeking out your parents who end up urging you to get to know this fine gentleman better and it's then that you're convinced that he wants to ruin your life as well.

🩸As amusing as this game is where you play the frightened and adorable mouse, at one point Dio grows a bit frustrated with your constant rejection and fear since he is rather arrogant and his ego takes a few scratched because you don't fall for his charms. He grows obsessed with the thought of having your affection for himself, your love for himself. He's suddenly more possessive, grows spiteful if you ever mention Jojo in front of him, ends up mocking the Joestar and boasts that he's better, that he's taken away everything from him. Forceful and hungry kisses from his sides as he starts following you everywhere. Sugar-coated threats to stay with him and spend more time with him or otherwise he will end up humiliating that precious friend Jojo of yours even more. Imidiate abduction the moment he's turned into a vampire who fawns in a sickenly sweet way over your clear fear of him. Dio is stronger now though, has an army of underlings and is sure that he can manipulate you into adoring him.

Kars

☀️You're screwed in every sense the moment you catch the interest of this Pillar Man here. Kars is an individual shown to have absolutely no remorse to fulfill his goals and is more than willing to ruthlessly cheat and use all means necessary to obtain what he wants. Precisely why his darling is finished when he grows so obsessed with them since he sees himself as superior, won't take their own feelings into consideration and just kidnaps them. He's awfully possessive, wants to own you for himself. Whilst he knows what your first reaction will be after being kidnapped, he somehow expects you to understand your position quickly and obey him. You're only a human after all whilst he is incredibly close to being the perfect being, a god. You should consider yourself honored that he has decided to keep you by his side to watch how he conquers the world for himself. Kars is more sadistic so he probably enjoys your fear if it means that you don't go against his word.

☀️He doesn't mind a little bit of fear, in fact he might even prefer it that way. Only plain fear isn't his ultimate goal either since similar to Dio, he also wants that his darling at least adores him a bit. He is less charming about it though, you already know what he is after all and he is more forceful anyways. He teaches you very much like a owner teaches his pet. Whilst he does look down on you for being a mere human and gives you due to that the clear impression that he looks down on you and doesn't respect you, if he discovers over time something he admires about you he might tend to see you a bit better than the average human though you're still under him. Initially you just get this terrifying grin of his when he notices your fear, is definitely not above mocking you for your weakness and expresses the difference in power on multiple times by literally forcing his touches on you.

☀️You have no chance to escape him anyways, not when he has Esidesi and Wamuu by his side, though Kars alone is a force to be reckoned with. The Pillar Man struggles when he realizes that he might desire more than just your obedience, he might get somewhat snappy for a while, especially when with you, when he catches himself growing softer when you're actually genuinely nice and don't only look at him in fear. He despises the soft spot he develops and how he actually feels sometimes guilty for installing so much fear into you to the point where you genuinely believe he is going to kill you. He grows to care a bit more and start viewing you as something more potential than just a little pet. He attempts to be a bit more nicer by giving you presents and being more friendly around you yet there is this annoyed scoff on his face when you hurry away from him out of fear. He'll somehow make you love him though, no matter through what methods.

Kujo Jotaro

🌌Jotaro has a certain reputation for being a violent delinquent, he's even been arrested once before. So even despite his good looks and most girls in school swooning for him, you can't help but feel intimidated by him. You just can't read him besides the few times where he snaps at someone if they bother him, decide it's best to just avoid him. So when you start to realize that his eyes constantly seem to follow you around whenever you enter his field of vision, you start to break out in cold sweat. Even if he isn't talking with you, the sheer intensity of his stare alone has you already shivering whilst you try to think about something you might have done to potentially annoy him somehow yet you can't think of anything. So you try to avoid him even more, flee to the toilet or outside as soon as you spot him in the crowd. You try to somehow ignore him and the few times you dare to turn around, you shrink as soon as you two meet eyes. Those unreadable and hard eyes which seem to drill through you.

🌌Jotaro is a perceptive guy, one who appears to be somewhat conflicted about his growing obsession. He keeps his distance due to that, mainly observes you from a bit further away. He's most likely aware of his cold and intimidating exterior, knows he has a bit of a bad reputation yet when he notices how you quickly turn around and run away as soon as you see him, he can't help but feel a bit let down. The man has troubles expressing himself, tries especially hard to not let anyone notice his obsession over you which is why he often comes over as rude and cold as he is yet he doesn't wish that you feel scared of him. He always feels a bit hurt when you hurry away as soon as he tries to approach you, how you can't even muster the strength to look him into his eyes and how your voice is quiet when you do talk to him for a bit only to cut the conversation as short as you can. He's more patient yet the growing frustration gnaws his patience slowly away.

🌌He really does attempt to show you that he doesn't plan to yell at you or hurt you, he's quite hurt when he hears from others what you think of him. He tries to help you with school stuff, offers you to carry something when you struggle to do so alone. But all of his approaches are shut down quickly, no matter what he attempts to do. He bottles all of his frustration up even if he comes over as even more rude if someone gets on his nerves due to his supressed frustration. Jotaro at the very least tries to not snap and be rude when you're somewhere around though so he doesn't worsen your image you have about him even more. Eventually his patience runs dry though and he decides to be a bit more forceful. He drags you somewhere where the two of you are alone, makes sure to trap you so you don't run away and forces you like this into a conversation. He admits that your irrational fear of him hurts him and that he wants to get to know you better.

Yamagishi Yukako

💇‍♀️Her mere presence around others, normally very aloof and unwelcoming, is probably enough to make you a bit scared around Yukako already. She just appears as such a tough and cold woman yet you freak out even more when she suddenly starts following you anywhere. Her cold exterior seemingly disappears around you as she becomes sweet and coddling around you in an excessive way which freaks you out even more. Lunchboxes are prepared for you which she feeds you herself, any struggles in school she ends up helping you in frighteningly scary and strict ways and worst of all is her prone side to lashing out when something doesn't go her own way. Yukako seemingly lives in her own world where she expects you to do as she says, reciprocate her feelings and let her coddle you as she does. But instead she becomes a living nightmare for you since you are terrified of another violent outburst from her side even if she snaps out of it for a moment upon realizing that she slipped up and returns to her sweet and shy act.

💇‍♀️You should know though that trying to avoid Yamagishi Yukako will end in terrible results. You anger her immensely by avoiding her like you do and she is a short-tempered woman so you increase the danger of her next violent outburst only tenfold. She is a girl who seeks out what she desires though so she quite literally hunts you down. When she sees you hanging out with someone else, she becomes crazily jealous and isn't shy to use her Stand Love Deluxe against anyone she thinks stands in her way of capturing you. Whilst she might try to keep up her sweet act for a while in an attempt to guilt-trip you, she's quick to abandon it and reveal her true nature if you were to ever tell her that you're absolutely terrified of her and fear that she might end up hurting you due to her ugly temper. Her left eye twitches in irritation before she loses it, blames you for seeing her in such a terrible light when she only tries to love you. She can't see the fault in herself, instead blames you and everyone around you.

💇‍♀️She kidnaps you after you reveal how you truly feel about her, is determined to teach you better than that. You shouldn't talk to your lover like that after all, seems like she has to educate you a bit more. That is just basically brainwashing you into returning her affection and she is insanely strict with it. Your meals, your drinks and whether you have access to the toilet or not depends on how good she deems you to treat her. If you end up continuing to express your scared attitude around her, she tends to lose her patience and lash out loudly at you again though at one point she notices that she only scares you further with this and attempts to revert back to her nicer act. You're trapped inside her house as long as she doesn't think that you deserve to go outside so as long as you are immensely scared of her, you continue being a prisoner who is forcefully trained inside her house. Yukako ends up forcing all her affection onto you too since she sees it as the only way to get you used to it so you stop to feel scared.

Narancia Ghirga

🧡He falls so incredibly hard for his darling, is a lovesick puppy yet Narancia's upbringing has caused him to develop a certain behavior that ends up terrifying you. As endearing as he might be at first, his emotions are a mess and his darling notices that quickly. He's overly aggressive, prone to attack someone and you've heard the rumors about him threatening and even hurting people you might have met somewhere before. He's literally a timebomb and you are his trigger. Stay with him and pay attention to only him and he's merely a clingy and affection-starved mess, leave him and spend time with someone else instead and you have him already growing violent. You notice with horror how he ends up stalking you messily, follows you around everywhere and seems to cling onto a kind gesture you did for him once as some sort of confession from your side. He's emotional, cries and begs for you to stay and manipulates and guilt-trips you to only spend time with him.

🧡Narancia is in despair when he realizes that you are terrified of him, the look you give him shatters his heart and he most likely bursts out in tears sooner or later. He despises the fear in your eyes since it hurts him terribly. He might grow frantic, run to you and try to explain frantically that he'd never hurt you. He adores you way too much! Unable to understand that his behavior might creep you out since he's oblivious to his obsession, he turns his ire for a while to everyone around you. Surely they must have told you bad things about him which results in even more aggressive behavior from his side. It isn't until you yell at him one day when you catch him following you again that he creeps you out and that you are horrified due to his violent outbreaks and terrifying clinginess, that you want to be left alone from him since he's insane. He's frozen in his tracks as you hurry away from him, starts crying frantically soon after and you don't dare to turn around when you hear him shrieking your name.

🧡Congratulations, you've done it! Narancia has abandonment issues, is absolutely terrified that his darling might leave him so he's bound to break at one point. He can't handle you fearing him and avoiding him, his heart is already a bloody mess so he can't take anymore. He's especially frantic due to him being aware that he's your biggest fear. Somehow he manages to convince himself that by kidnapping you and keeping you to himself, he can clear up the misunderstanding you two have going on. Somehow he will find a way to fix this broken relationship and your perception of him yet he can't help his cries when you express your fear against him especially strong. He's paranoid, ties you up so you can't run away and constantly clings onto you to show you that he won't hurt you. Occasionally he might suffer from another small meltdown though where he cries and shouts at you that you don't even give him a chance.

Narciso Anasui

💓You've been warned by fellow inmates about Anasui, you've been informed about his weird tick to disable everything and how he murdered his girlfriend and the man she was cheating with. Even as another prisoner, you can't help but fear him a bit as well and even if you two might be separated due to s/o being female and him being normally very quiet and aloof around others, you can't help but get slight shivers. Unfortunately for you it only takes a small thing for Anasui to gain interest in you. Don't think that distance will save you since he finds a way to stalk you and steal your things. Even if you have no proof that it's him, you still know that the sudden disappearance of your things and even the loss of a few strands of your hair is his doing. You just have a gut feeling whenever you two meet eyes and he gives you this besotted smile of his, whenever you hear him calling your name as if you're his everything. What he perceives as utterly romantic, you perceive as utterly obsessive.

💓Anasui may try to play the noble and romantic guy as much as he wants, you are not blind to the stares he gives anyone who gets too close to you, a scary glimmer in those pink eyes of his. You know well that he's at fault whenever an inmate you got along especially well with or someone that attempts to flirt with you suddenly disappears and at the very best a few scattered limbs of them are found. You fear that his mere obsession might lead to him committing the same crime against you he committed before against his previous lover. Taking his fascination with disabling things into consideration, you think that you have a valued reason behind your growing anxiety. You try to avoid him as good as you can, spend most of your time gladly in your cell if it means that you don't have to face him. You only hear the stories from others of how Anasui seems more irritated and more aggressive which only increases your fear. The male grows more violent the more he doesn't see you which increases his longing.

💓Sadly he is not one to give up, instead he starts planning how he can lure you out of your cell to see you again, uses Diver Down mercilessly to his advantage. Once you two cross paths, he's quick to use his Stand to prevent you from running away from him, catches you as you are about to trip and fall down. You poor thing are shaking in his arms, terrified of the man who is tightly holding onto you and whispers sweet words of love and promises of a future together in your ear and how he's terribly missed you. His touches and his closeness is highly inappropriate yet he doesn't see the wrong in it. You might express your fear as much as you want, it completely flies over his head and instead he only seems to dote on you even more. In the worst case he shuts you up with a kiss which he will enjoy whilst you might want to burst out into tears. When you two are forced apart, he tells you that he'll always watch over you which only adds to your growing paranoia as you realize that you're not even in your cell safe.

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married-to-google-translater · 1 year

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Yandere Jotaro Kujo Headcanon

Jotaro would be controlling, self-conscious and a bit of a tsundere yandere.

He would have difficulty expressing his feelings.

You really wouldn't see that he even has feelings for you.

Maybe the only sign is that he is quieter around you.

Jotaro tries not to offend you in any way.

He would fall in love with you if you were a gentle and bright personality.

And if you could take care of yourself, Jotaro would like you even more.

Also if you wouldn't lose your ability to think when you're around him.

Jotaro would be a quiet man.

Suddenly he's just around you.

You'd better get used to it.

Jotaro should when you talk to him.

Often the conversation would be a bit one-sided.

He would certainly offer his help if you asked for it.

And if anyone gave you trouble, Jotaro would surely beat them.

Of course, he doesn't want you to know about this.

Your "relationship" seems normal.

Jotaro is not a stupid man.

The "toxic" things in your relationship will only surface after a long time.

Isolation would happen slowly but surely.

Punishments would usually be isolation.

Jotaro would talk to you even less.

Or he would explain why the things you did were stupid.

That is, on the assumption that you dare to break the rules that you have agreed "together".

Jotaro has a terrifying stare.

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helpimhyperfixating · 2 years

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Dream Walker - Sorcerer!Jotaro x Reader NSFW

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Looking at your bed, you nervously licked your lips, taking in a deep breath.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to enter, as if it would burn you if you even touched it. And it may as well have.

For the past few weeks you had had these recurring dreams… similar in nature but always different - dreams you shouldn’t be having.

You were supposed to be a proper lady; the epitome of modesty and grace of your time, just as you were taught. Yet these dreams plagued you, tarnished the image you had of yourself. Hells, you were most likely going to be married off soon! At least, if you went off the way your mother was talking. Yet if things continued as they were…

You should be the image of innocence, yet how could you be when your innocence was taken whenever you closed your eyes.

It didn’t happen every night. Some nights were peaceful, calm. Nights where you would be able to rest, were it not for the constant stress you felt over those vivid dreams.

And vivid they were.

Whenever those dreams did happen, it was always the same. A tall, handsome black-haired man would appear before you, whispering promises and filth as he crawled over you. Possessive words exiting him as he would grab your chin and kiss you, and from there on the dreams always changed.

No matter what though, you would wake up soaked and sweaty; memories of touches and pleasure haunting your mind.

Even now, just looking at your bed, you could recall the feeling of him fucking into you. It scared you. Never had you had dreams you could remember so well. So well, that you could actually feel everything from it.

Maybe it was a curse. Many women your age, hell, many of your friends even, were already married, expecting children, being perfect wives to their husbands. Maybe because you weren’t yet, the gods were punishing you. Taunting you with what you didn’t and probably would never have: a handsome husband who would adore you and your body.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name paired with the door slamming into the wall made you jump in fright as you looked back to see your mother. “O-Oh, hello-“

“What are you doing out of bed? You should’ve been in fifteen minutes ago!” She called out, shooing you forward and driving you into your bed, pulling the covers over you once you were settling in.

“Mom, I’m not a little kid anymore.” You pouted a little, yet it was a deflection of your nervousness. As much as you wanted to know why, you didn’t dare discuss these dreams with your mother. As sweet as she was, she was rather… old fashioned. Almost strict to a fault despite how she truly did show she loved you and all your siblings.

“I know you’re not but if your sisters have a bedtime then so do you. You’re the oldest and need to set a good example.”

“Mom, they’re all already asleep. I have no one to be an example to.”

“Be it to yourself.” Leaving you with nothing but that cryptic answer, your mother got up and walked to the door. “Sleep well, dear.” Letting out a hum in response, the woman smiled at you before leaving the room altogether.

Once her footsteps had faded away completely, you allowed yourself to breathe. Steeling yourself, you looked up at the ceiling before closing your eyes. “Please let me have some good sleep tonight.”

Yet you didn’t know that it wasn’t the universe or the gods who had control over that. And to the one who did, well, your pleas were impossible to hear.

- - - -

You were a moaning mess as you bounced up and down, feeling the thickness of his cock drag through your walls every time you were lifted up and pushed back down, by now just a boneless body at his whims of pleasure.

Drool escaped you as you gasped for breath, finding yourself enough to cling to his shoulders and pull him close.

Chest to chest, you moaned out, wishing you knew his name so that you could call for him, yet for right now, simply begging would have to do.

“Please, please, I’m close, I’m so close.” You gasped and the man chuckled, deep and rich, the sound shooting straight to your pussy.

“And I haven’t even touched your clit, are you truly that cockdrunk?” He lightly mocked and you squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip in embarrassment as you nodded against his shoulder.

That seemed to delight him however, as he suddenly lifted his hands away from your hips, which he had been using to lift you up and down, to instead wrap his arms around your waist. You felt your body be lifted against his chest as he leaned back into the pillows a little bit, sitting half upright and with his feet firmly planted on the mattress, he started harshly thrusting into you from below.

The instant his dick battered into your g-spot, you came, but he didn’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm and right into overstimulation, he wouldn’t stop until he had made you cum twice more in your sensitivity and filled you up with his thick seed.

- - - -

“Y/N, are you paying attention?” Your mother questioned as she stood before you and you nodded.

“Yes ma’am.”

“What was I just talking about?”

“The origins for the upcoming autumn festival.” You spoke and your mother hummed a bit.

“You look exhausted dear, how come?”

“Just had a bad dream is all.” You lied, picking at the corner of the book in front of you.

- - - -

Your face pressed into the pillow, you begged him for mercy.

You were in a strange bed you did not know but had been in for so many times now. You assumed it was what your mind made up as ‘his’ room. With a hand on the back of your neck, you were pinned down, three of his fingers abusing your walls from how hard he pushed them in, right before pulling them out and delivering a harsh slap to your ass, making you cry out.

“I can see you gush, don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Would be his harsh but smug words, a scowl set on his face as he would push his fingers back inside you.

“Please-!” You begged in a warbled voice, so close to releasing for the umpteenth time that night, only for him to sense it approaching exactly and pull his fingers out. “No…” Your voice was broken and ragged as you sobbed, brought to the edge over and over, only to be held from tumbling over.

“That’s it, good girl.” His voice suddenly sounded so close, his waist against your ass as he leaned over you. You wanted so bad to grind back into him, hoping for some sort of friction to trigger your release, but the hand previously inside you now firmly pushed on the backside of your thighs, keeping you pinned paired with the hand still on your neck. “No, we’re not doing that.” He hummed and you squeezed your eyes shut, another small sob leaving you.

“I-“ You stopped your words immediately as you felt his tongue trace the curve of your neck.

“Just be quiet and look pretty.” Just to be cruel, he twisted his hand by your thighs and flicked your swollen clit, making you jerk and gasp. “That’s it.” He hummed again, his lips against your ear making the vibrations shake your entire being, your walls fluttering and squeezing around nothing. “Focus on my voice, love. We’re gonna try again, and I want you to cum from just my voice.”

Your eyes widened from your haze, trying to look back only to see his eyes, heavy with lust and staring oh so enticingly at you.

No matter what, you didn’t think you would be able to do as he wanted. Though he clearly didn’t care as he bit your earlobe before introducing his fingers to your overworked walls once again.

He was going to make you cum from his voice no matter what.

- - - -

“Jojo…” You contemplatively muttered the name under your breath as you shyly walked through the streets of the town, a basket in hand as the merchants shouted their wares.

A week ago, he had finally muttered the words in your ear you had been longing to hear. He wanted you to scream his name and scream it you did. You woke up with your bed absolutely soaked that morning.

Why it took your brain so long to give a name to your dream fantasy was a mystery to you, but you were glad you now at least had a way to refer to him.

…Except you also hated it.

Now that he had a name, you felt like you were losing yourself in your own fantasies. The more you dreamed of ‘Jojo’ the more real he felt. To the point it started affecting your daily life.

You, once so compliant and willing to be the perfect wife to anyone so long as they treated you right, now judged men you walked past on the street. Your point of reference to judge them from? Jojo.

He appeared nearly every night now, leaving you with restless sleep and soaked linnen that you secretly washed every morning yourself now.

You had even taken to sleeping naked for that reason, sick and tired of having to wash your panties and nightgown as well.

Whenever you were in thought, daydreaming - it did not matter what topic it was, for inexplicably - your mind would shift to Jojo. Images of him touching you, gliding his hands all over your body, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and moving them inside against your tongue.

These daydreams were a lot milder, yet they plagued you nonetheless, tormenting your waking mind equally as bad as your slumbering one.

It came to the point where you were seriously thinking about seeing a spiritual guider of some sort. Someone who could tell you why you had these dreams, or maybe help you rid of them.

Though that last one was what was causing a war in your heart.

On one hand you hated the dreams, on the other you lived for them.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the thoughts out of your mind, instead doing what you came here to do and walking over to the market, seeing all the preparations for the festival of tomorrow.

Maybe tonight, you would have a nice dream in honour of the festival.

- - - -

“JOJO!” You screamed out as you were pounded from behind, your front plastered to the side of a house as the two of you stood in a small alley, the festival in full spring just a few meters away, the dark hiding you both from prying eyes.

Grunting out, Jojo pushed his front into your back. “Fuck- noisy today, aren’t we?” He spoke through harsh breaths, skin slapping skin as he furiously pumped his cock into you. “Will you be this noisy in a few hours as well? Do you want to get caught? Or is it that you know this is a dream?”

His deep voice so close to your ear made you tighten around him just like he trained you to, yet his words made your eyes widen. Not ever before had your dream broken through it’s own walls of reality…

“Did that frighten you?” He spoke, still fucking you from behind yet slower, your wrists behind your back in his grip, held by just one hand while his other snaked to the front to play with your clit. “Go on, tell me.”

“I- I- yes.” You panted, your cheek smushed into the wall as you then let out a soft moan at the pressure he put on your clit, your body jolting into the wall with each of his thrusts.

“And if I appear to take you tomorrow, would that frighten you? To do exactly what I’m doing now, only when you’re awake.”

“What? Jojo, I don’t - understand!” You called out, interrupted by your own moan before continuing.

Jojo suddenly harshly pushed down on your clit, burying himself inside you as deep as he could with a hard thrust, pushing you to the wall with his hips, his entire body eclipsing yours.

“My love. My name isn’t Jojo, it’s Jotaro. Kujo Jotaro.”

The whole world seemed to collapse as he growled those words in your ear.

You had heard of him, the sorcerer who murdered the king, everyone in the country was taught about the man behind you, the murderer.

You didn’t know when this dream turned into a nightmare, but fear coursed through you from tip to toe and you were suddenly far too aware of his cock inside you, his large, left hand trapping both of your wrists, his right hand previously abusing your clit now travelling up to wrap around your neck.

Jotaro grunted as you tightened around him. Be it in fear or not, it was enough for him to want to fuck you to completion.

Slowly pulling back, Jotaro held his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly every time he thrusted in, now picking up the pace again he was going at before he started talking.

You were in a terrified haze, the man you had fallen so deeply in love with was the scourge of the land. Did you like the king? No, but what was drilled into you didn’t leave so easily. The man behind you was evil. So why had he been fucking you so sweetly over the past months?

“The tales are - hng - lies, you know.” Jotaro panted from behind you, struggling to fuck into you through the tightness of your walls. Small noises of pleasure left you even if you tried to muffle them, unable to keep yourself from arching your back into him when he stepped closer and hit your sweet spot with the new angle. “That’s it. Give in to me.”

You were unsure whether this was a nightmare or some twisted up form of reality, nothing made sense anymore. It… it had to be a nightmare, right? Yes, it had to be. You had just been so doubtful of your dreams that your brain was now twisting your Jojo into the image of someone evil.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling of his member pushing into your walls, his hand holding your wrists, his grunts of pleasure. That was all Jojo. Your Jojo.

The hand on your neck suddenly shot up to your chin, twisting and tilting it back to allow himself to push his lips into yours, swallowing any moan you now let out as he hungrily kissed you.

The coil in the pit of your belly that had been steadily building got closer and closer every time Jojo hit your sweet spot, his thrusts turning a little sloppy.

Breaking the kiss, Jojo didn’t back away as all of him was touching you, his breath hitting your lips heavily with every pant. “Tomorrow I’m gonna fuck you for real and you finally will truly be mine.”

“Fuck- Jojo!” You moaned out as you came, making him slam his lips to yours again as he gave a few more rough thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could, the familiar rush of hot cum shooting up into the pit of your stomach.

“Tomorrow, sea star.”

Shooting up in bed, you were panting heavily. Rushing a hand down, you felt your own stickiness coating every part of you, your cunt, your ass, your thighs.

Just then, everything from your dream came rushing back. “Jojo…” You whimpered miserably and buried your head in your hand.

- - - -

“Can you believe that some women want to work those jobs?!”

Letting out a loud, attention-grabbing laugh, the man holding your arm seemed lost in his own world while you subtly cringed.

This morning, your mother had introduced you to the young lord, saying he had asked for you to accompany him to the festival, which she accepted.

Turns out he was far from your type.

Sure he was good looking, but everything else about him was less… appealing.

All of that beside the fact that your nightmare from this morning plagued your mind on repeat. You almost wished you could go to sleep simply to jump into Jojo’s arms and stay there.

Realising your own thoughts, you wanted to hit yourself. You were letting a dream dictate your life! Here you finally were with a suitor for your hand, and you were thinking about someone who didn’t exist! Besides, not ever had you had a dream where Jojo simply cuddled with you, so it was unrealistic to boot.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed all those thoughts to the side in favour of paying attention to all the misogynistic things Lawrence was saying - or, Larry, as he told you to call him.

Abruptly turning around, the man nearly dislocated your arm as he spotted a stall selling hunting gear. “Oh, this is a wonderful spot, Y/N! No place for a beautiful woman such as yourself however. Why don’t you go look around while I inspect this here, I’ll meet you by the fountain in twenty minutes!” He grinned before un-looping his arm from yours and pushing you away by your back, his hand nearly on your ass.

Quickly, you walked away from him. Any respite from that man was much appreciated.

Walking through the crowd, you sighed deeply, inhaling the smells of food and candles, burning oil and leathers being sold at stalls.

Looking around, you furrowed your brows a little as you recognised the environment. I mean, of course you did, this was your home town, but no, every festival flag, every stall, every barrel… they were all as in your dream.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sea star?”

The sudden presence at your back and voice by your ear made you freeze where you stood.

“You seem to be perfectly content to hang on that snob’s arm, despite what I told you last night, hm?” His breath hit your ear, his voice so familiar and recognisable, yet it was impossible. “Already going around my back, are you? I’m lucky I was paying attention.”

His voice was so much richer than it was in your dreams, it…

Getting the courage to turn around, you slowly did so, coming to stand face to face with the man you had been dreaming of.

“…Jojo.” You whispered in disbelief.

He was wearing a dark-dark blue cloak with a hood, almost appearing black, yet you could see his frame underneath it, tall, muscular, powerful. His eyes were hidden in the shadows until someone with a lantern came walking past, briefly illuminating his face and allowing you to see the turbulence in his vivid aquamarine eyes.

“Have you been unfaithful to me, Y/N? Has he touched you? Kissed you? Fucked you?”

“What? No! Larry he-“ You immediately went to defend yourself, only to come to your senses and break yourself off mid-sentence. “wait, stop. You were a dream, Jojo!”

“Oh my darling Y/N.” Jojo chuckled darkly as he reached a hand out and cupped your cheek. “I was never a dream. And I told you, my name is Jotaro. Say it right when you’re gonna be screaming it later.”

Pulling back with fear, you only got one step before the hand on your cheek instead snatched your wrist, hard.

“Why are you running?” His expression darkened and you whimpered softly at his harsh grip.

“I’m scared.” Despite your trepidation with this man, you automatically answered his question, so used to it now.

Yet what you didn’t expect, was for him to suddenly tug you forward by your wrist, enveloping you in a warm hug.

His arms around you were so familiar, a warmth radiating from him that chased the chill of the night away, his cloak soft as velvet as it fluttered against your exposed skin.

“Why are you scared?” Your eyes widened at the soft voice he used, your heart that was wildly beating almost immediately calming down some.

“I- how can I not be…” You whispered then but the feeling of his arms around you… you had been longing for so long to be held by him, to melt into his arms and just lay there. And it was everything you hoped of. Lowering your head, you buried it in his chest, tightening your arms around him.

“Good grief, your actions contradict your words, woman.” Though he said that, his tone of voice was light, playful, and you turned your head in slight embarrassment.

“Just- you’ve never held me before… it’s nice.”

Looking down at the crown of your head, Jotaro exhaled softly. For so long, he had chased after you. Watching you when he visited this town, seeing you go about your day, learning, laughing, talking with friends, playing a game of chess, changing into your nightwear - he had seen it all. You had completely enchanted him and he refused to let you go.

Even though you may not have seen him, he was always there as your shadow. And then, that one day he purposefully bumped into you as he walked past, leaving his mark on you and starting the enchantment that would allow him to walk into your dreams whenever he pleased.

He had enough of feeling the muted dreams however. Every touch, every bit of pleasure was hazy due to the dream being the nature of the enchantment, it could never be the real thing.

But now here he stood, with you in his arms, and he was determined to never let you go again. Yes… you would be coming home with him tonight. For your own safety and for his own sanity.

“Jojo…”

“It’s Jotaro.” He interrupted you when you spoke up and this made you lift your head, a sad look in your eyes, your bottom lip quivering a bit.

“I’m scared to say that.”

“In fear that saying my name would summon me? I’m already here.” Gliding his hand over the hair by your ear, Jotaro then moved it to grasp your chin. “Why does a mere name frighten you? You were begging to know my name before and I gave you an alias, but it is no less me.”

His grip on your chin was harsh and suddenly, you blinked and the candlelights of the festival were replaced with darkness. Frantically looking around with your eyes, you recognised the alley from last night’s dream.

“I’m not going to let some wives tales get in between me claiming what’s mine.”

Scared by his words, you frantically looked up at him, feeling his hand slide from your chin to wrap around your neck, only to freeze when you saw he had taken off his hood. The face hidden behind it was exactly your Jojo. His unruly mop of black hair, his nose, his lips… his eyes. Now that he was no longer veiled in the shadows, your fear slowly ebbed away.

“That’s it, just give in to me, love.” Jotaro uttered and your heart fluttered, remembering the same words from last night.

Leaning down, Jotaro tilted his head slightly as he closed his eyes, pushing his lips into yours in a soft kiss.

Unable to do anything but close your own eyes, you let them fall shut as you melted into the oh so familiar lips. They felt so much more real, more plump, more insistent than in the dreams.

Breaking the kiss for a breath, Jotaro wasted no time in pushing his lips back on yours, the hunger and excitement he felt for finally holding you now coming out as he turned around and pushed your back into the wall via the hand still on your throat.

A small muffled squeak left you and the man smirked into the kiss, opening his mouth after to force his tongue past the seam of your lips.

Clinging tightly onto his shoulders, Jotaro lightly squeezed your neck in appreciation as he tasted all of you. There was the slightest hint of the sweet cake you had earlier in the festival and Jotaro just became more and more addicted. Breathing be damned as he pushed his head forward, driving yours into the wall as he stuck his tongue as far down your throat as he could.

Meanwhile, his left hand not currently occupied started sneaking down your body, making sure to trace every spot he knew you liked on his way down.

The dress you were wearing was making things difficult however and, not wanting to break the kiss, Jotaro curled his fingers, casting a wordless spell as he magically lifted the skirt of your dress higher and higher until he grasped it.

Your breathing through your nose had turned a bit erratic, both from needing to break the kiss to properly breathe, but also in slight panic at the display of magic.

Acquiescing your wordless request, Jotaro pulled back, saliva clinging to his tongue as it was the last to pull away and disappear between his lips.

Breathing heavily, you looked up at him while he gave you a curious look, his eyes still hooded in lust, his hand holding your skirt now instead dipping under to trace circles into the skin of your thigh.

“Does such a tiny display of magic truly scare you, sea star?”

Still panting, you looked up at him, trying your best not to squirm at his touch. You were so used to everything about him in your dreams, but now things felt four times amplified. Not able to speak and still acutely aware of the hand on your throat, you gave a tiny nod.

Humming slightly, he then pulled his hand back from your thigh, instead holding his palm open right in front of you. Blue, misty particles jumped up from his palm and your eyes widened.

Leaning forward, Jotaro pushed his lips onto your ear. “Stay still, darling. Don’t move a muscle.” It was clear that this was a command, and by now you knew better than to disobey your Jojo.

Content that you still listened, Jotaro pulled back slightly, his hand still in between you two as he focused on it again. More misty particles appeared, almost the colour of his eyes as he then closed his fist before springing it open, large puffs of it shooting up. You closed your eyes in fear, squeezing them shut, only to feel Jojo’s hand leave your throat, instead sliding onto your cheek as he lifted your head.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me.”

Doing as he said, you slowly peeled them open, only to slowly widen your eyes. Fear gently making way for awe.

Dancing in the air around you, swimming up and down, were several ghostly glowing creatures. A whale the size of your palm was bouncing up and down, swimming around Jotaro’s head, a bunny was hopping, chasing after a tiny shark who swam around your head before hiding behind you, making you giggle softly in disbelief as he floated on your shoulder.

Just then, a butterfly came fluttering down and landed on your nose, flapping its misty wings against your cheeks. It felt so soft, the way mist felt as it rolled around, merely without the chill and moisture.

“What is this?”

“This is what I am. A sorcerer. Not whatever you’ve heard in stories.” Rubbing his thumb on your cheek, you focused from the butterfly to… Jotaro Kujo. Your Jojo.

Leaning forward once more, the butterfly flapped away as Jotaro then replaced its space, kissing you once again as his other hand came up to gently rest on the side of your neck, just holding you gently as he softly moved his lips with yours.

The magical animals slowly disappeared, falling into small glowing misty clouds that faded as you put your hands on either side of Jotaro’s face as well.

Breaking the kiss, Jotaro stayed close as he traced your cheekbone with his index finger for a second before looking into your eyes. “Y/N, be mine from now on. Come home with me. I’ll keep you safe for as long as I breathe.”

His quiet profession made your heart thud wildly in your chest and as you looked at his eyes, there was only one answer you could say. For - evil sorcerer or not - you loved this man. “Yes.”

For the first time, he portrayed genuine happiness as he moved both his hands to cup your cheek now.

Right as he went to say something however, someone appeared in the mouth of the alleyway.

“Y/N! There you are! Hey, pal!” Larry shouted loudly and Jotaro quickly yanked the hood of his cape up over his face before turning to you, not too bothered by the new appearance as he leaned into your ear.

“I’m coming to get you tonight. Don’t let him touch you.” With those words he pulled away from you before walking deeper into the alleyway, walking straight into the left corner at the dead end and walking through the wall as if it was water, rippling effects briefly visible before everything stilled, as if he was never there…

“Y/N, are you alright?!” Larry rushed over, clearly under the impression he was some valiant hero, not even thinking about how Jotaro disappeared in a dead end.

“I’m fine.” You spoke curtly, trying your best to will away your blush.

“Who was that? I’m glad I showed up when I did, who knows what could have happened!”

Your dream from last night flashed through your mind. “Yeah. Who knows…”

- - - -

The rest of the festival, you had nothing but your jittery nerves, Jotaro’s words echoing on repeat in your mind.

Larry attempted to brag to anyone who would listen how he saved you from a thug and you could do nothing but just stand silently, nodding along whenever the man looked at you.

At the end of the night, the lord clearly had one too many drinks, becoming way too forward for your likes and you just decided to leave.

As he turned around to look at something you pointed out, you slipped into a crowd of people and walked away, leaving him.

You were tired anyways, the festival not doing too much for you anymore now that you had seen the majority of it. And so, you went home.

Until late, you waited for Jotaro. Waited for him to show up as you sat in bed, ready to go at any time. But he never came.

As the late evening creeped into the middle of the night, you lost hope. You were too tired. You no longer wanted to wait for something you knew was a fantasy from the start.

So, you stripped by force of habit and got into bed, turning onto your side and sadly closing your eyes, just going to sleep.

- - - -

Letting out a soft moan, you sighed blissfully. Calm pleasure coursed through you, gently rolling over you in waves and slowly rousing you from your sleep.

Shifting a little, it was the hand being placed on your thigh that caused your mind to fully wake up from your sleepy haze.

Blinking your eyes open, you jolted upon getting face to face with the man sitting between your legs, instinctively scrambling to get back, only to have the hand on your thigh squeeze and keep you in place.

Rolling the pads of his fingers through your folds, you gasped softly, instinctively closing your thighs and trapping his hand.

“You kept me waiting.” Jotaro’s voice was deep and husky while he continued to move his fingers even while your thighs clenched, his thumb finding your clit and instantly putting pressure on it.

A soft moan left you, just as vocal as he wanted it, and Jotaro felt the corner of his lip twitch.

“Couldn’t fall asleep or is it that you didn’t want to?” At the latter half of that sentence, his words got a little darker, the smallest hint of a warning shining through but you could barely pick up on it.

“I was- I was waiting for you.” You breathed out, clenching the sheets in your hands before you opened your legs for him again as best as you could, on full display.

“I see.” Jotaro hummed, suddenly sliding two fingers into you at the same time, yet you took note of how easily they went in. “I suppose finding you like this made the waiting worth it. I took the liberty of preparing you already, you’re such a steady sleeper, sea star.”

Pushing a third and then a fourth finger in, you gasped and squirmed underneath him, feeling his hand on your thigh move to your clit that he couldn’t rub anymore now that he was fingering you.

“I’m going to take you right here on your bed. I’m going to fuck your innocence away and then I’m taking you home with me, where you belong.” He growled possessive words as he roughly thrusted his fingers into you, his left thumb abusing your clit as you moaned shamelessly and unabashedly.

“That’s it, cum for me.” Jotaro spoke through lightly airy words, enamoured by the sight of his fingers disappearing into you. Actually disappearing into you. No more haze from the dream, no more muted pleasure. This time, all of it was real. And the tightness of his cock straining in his pants proved how long he had looked forward to this.

Letting yourself go, your orgasm burst out of you, making your back arch sharply as your mouth fell open in a moan, the sensations you thought you felt a million times before so much more clear and vibrant now. Jotaro worked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could before retracting all fingers.

Looking at his glistening hand for a second, he decided against tasting you, just this time, as he instead wiped his hands on the sheets.

“Remember, there is no turning back now.”

At his words, you - who had still been stuck in your post orgasm haze - lifted your head a bit to see Jotaro staring intensely at you, his hands working on his leather pants.

“You’re mine. You were already mine but now I’m going to claim you. You’re going to be my wife, you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of eternity and I’m never letting you go, do you understand?”

Having freed his cock, the rest of his clothes seemed to disappear in a blink and your breath hitched as he grabbed his member to rub it through your folds.

Reaching your hands down, you wanted to try and grab some part of him, but Jotaro shot his free hand forward, pushing it over the space above your hands and a blue mist suddenly appeared, wrapping around your wrists and pulling them along with his hand until they were yanked above your head. Looking up, blue, ghostly shackles bound your wrists and your eyes widened a little before you looked back down, seeing Jotaro still glide his cock up and down while he looked at you.

“You’re not in control nor going to be. I’m going to fuck and breed you right here in your childhood bed. Maybe your family will hear how good I make you feel.” Jotaro growled as he leaned down to hover his face over yours, stilling his member right on your entrance. “Now tell me, would you like me to fuck this cunt, as I have done so many times before?”

Breathing heavily, you could do nothing but stare up into his handsome face, his eyes drilling into yours as you felt his insistent push at your hole. “Y-Yes. Please.”

“Please what.”

“Please make me yours.” You squeezed your eyes shut in both embarrassment as well as anticipation and Jotaro chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.”

With that, he pushed in and you gasped at the stretch his thick girth brought, even if he did indeed prepare you beforehand. Jotaro took it agonisingly slow, savouring every inch of entering you for the first time and giving you time to adjust to him at the same time.

He knew this was your first time actually being entered, and even though magic could take away the pain, the uncomfortableness of the stretch was something he couldn’t remove. Your hips were slightly jittery, moving ever so little to try to get used to the intrusion as he was now completely inside you, and Jotaro leaned down to fully push his lips into yours, his hands rubbing up and down on your outer thighs.

“You’re doing great.” He murmured before going back to kissing you, earning him just a small noise of acknowledgment from you as you kissed him back to your best ability.

Unable to sit still any longer, Jotaro started slowly pulling out, still kissing you, still rubbing your thighs, yet also slowly starting to fuck you open.

Breathing heavily through his nose, Jotaro held his eyes closed as he focused on the feel of your walls dragging around his cock, clinging so harshly to him as he pulled, right before pushing back into your tight heat.

Stilling his hands, he firmly grabbed the plump flesh of your thighs as he parted his lips and swiped his tongue over the seam of yours. Not giving you much reaction time, the moment you opened your mouth he shoved the lithe muscle inside, forcing you into a harsh kiss as he slowly started to pick up the pace, snapping his hips with a little more force.

Lifting your legs up, you wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer, earning an appreciative hum from the man while he continued to thrust into you.

Breaking the kiss, the both of you were panting, sweat starting to form on your bodies as Jotaro then ducked his head and instantly started harshly sucking bruises into your neck.

You moaned, his mouth no longer there to stifle it, and you tugged on the misty chains around your wrists, wanting to put a hand in front of your mouth to stay quiet as small noises left you with each thrust.

“Please-“

“Please what?” Jotaro purred as he then harshly bit at your throat, making you tighten around his member. This in turn pulled a groan from the man as he tightly squeezed your thighs, pushing through the grip of your walls.

No longer caring for teasing you for an answer, Jotaro suddenly pulled out completely, making you let out a whimper. Grabbing the bottom of your thighs, the man then pushed them up, burying your knees at your chest as he put you into a mating press.

Pushing his chest into your legs, he pinned you down that way as he harshly thrusted back inside, starting to pound into you rapidly, his cock hitting your g-spot thanks to the new angle, making you moan loudly with each thrust.

You didn’t even spare a single thought for your family in the mansion, merely focusing on the man on top of you, the man pinning you down, the man currently squeezing your breasts, the man making love to you.

“Do you know what you did to me tonight?” Jotaro spoke through his thrusts, starting to pinch and play with your nipples as he felt his orgasm start to build. He could no longer tell via your dream when you were close, but the signs he learned to read from you were obvious as ever, your hands clenching, your hips shifting, rocking with him, your stomach contracting.

Picking up his thrusts even more, Jotaro let go of one of your breasts, in favour of bringing his right hand down to where he knew you craved it most. Yet instead of putting his attention on your clit, Jotaro curiously brought his hand just a little bit further down, right to where he was still thrusting into you. The sight of his dick being buried in your cunt over and over again was something he would never tire of, but currently, Jotaro experimentally glid his thumb over your slickened folds.

A whine underlined your moans and Jotaro felt a bang to the magic he placed on the door to keep it shut, uncaring as he pressed his thumb into the top of your hole, pushing it inside next to his own cock he was still pistoning, groaning a little at the extra stimuli and suddenly wishing it was your own fingers. That he would find you masturbating and refuse to let you pull your fingers out as he just thrust inside beside them.

“F-Fuck.” Jotaro let out the smallest of moans as he continued to move, positioning his fingers so that his middle and ring finger rubbed over your clit, pushing into it in circles and making you call out his name.

“Jotaro-! Please, gods, it’s- too much, I can’t-“

“Take it. Or I’ll push another finger in, and another and you’ll be begging me for relief.” His voice was low and commanding and instantly worked to push you over the edge.

You came with a scream of his name, arching your back into him as your walls squeezed around his cock. Taking his thumb out quickly, Jotaro continued to abuse your clit while his other hand moved to lean on your thigh, the man panting harshly as he felt you trying to milk him before he was even due, pushing him just that little bit closer to the edge.

“Fuck, that’s it-!” He grunted as he continued to thrust, pushing you right into overstimulation as he didn’t stop abusing your clit, chasing his own high now and rapidly fucking into you. “You’re mine, gonna stuff you full, gonna mark you, claim you as mine, take you- sh-shit!” Rambling on, you could do nothing but listen to his words and take his cock, folded in half and completely at his mercy as he drilled into you.

Suddenly, the bindings around your hands fell away and you gasped. Instantly reaching down, you tried to get his hand off your clit but he was immovable, forcing that knot in your belly to tighten again as you felt tears slip from the corners of your eyes.

“Jotaro, please!” You begged and the man growled in response, delivering a harsh slap to your ass that made you squeeze around him, forcing a grunt from Jotaro.

“Shut up. Just let me use this pretty hole until I’m done.”

Jotaro got more and more vocal with each of his thrusts now, his hand gently rubbing the space he just slapped before pulling back and landing another harsh blow to it. You gushed around his dick still pounding into you, moments away from another overstimulated orgasm, breaking when Jotaro slapped you again.

A drawn out moan ripped from your throat as you came again so soon, Jotaro snapping his hips into the back of your thighs as he buried himself balls deep as he came, the tip of his dick poking your cervix as he shot ropes of cum into you.

A moan left his throat as he emptied his balls, his hands rubbing all over your body placatingly, especially the stinging flesh of your ass.

Letting your legs back down, Jotaro kept his softening dick inside you, plugging up his cum as he leaned forward to kiss you.

Unbeknownst to you, a magic travelled through your body, shooting from down below, across your skin all the way to the back of where your neck met your shoulder, settling in a shimmery, aquamarine star, permanently etched into your skin.

Kissing him back, you felt as Jotaro gently lay down beside you, turning you with him so he could continue the kiss.

Exhaustion fell over you as you carefully broke away from him, only for Jotaro to bring his hand up to tilt your chin towards him, pushing his lips onto yours again. A small yet tired protesting noise left you, but Jotaro ignored it as he savoured every second, pulling you close into his body and finally giving and getting the aftercare he had been craving throughout all this time.

The spell had never allowed for it before and now the man pulled you into his body, pushing your head to his chest as he revelled in the way you continued to cockwarm him.

Travelling his hand down, he felt the faint outline of himself inside you, even when soft and he held the lightest up-tilt of his lips.

“Jojo…” You sleepily croaked the name, shifting your hips a little, five seconds from falling asleep and Jotaro moved his right hand down to your hip to still it, kneading the flesh there appreciatingly for a second while his left hand petted over the top of your hair as he shushed you.

“Go sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” Though he said that, the man couldn’t resist to bring his hand from your head down to your chin to angle it up as he then once more placed his mouth over yours.

With his cock inside you and your arms around him, the kiss was everything he needed and Jotaro knew then that he made the right choices.

Moving his lips with yours, he suddenly felt himself become sleepy as well, forcing him to break the kiss.

The magic he placed on the door and window lock was starting to siphon him and with much reluctance, Jotaro pulled out of you, pulling away from your embrace. You made just the smallest noise as he did but then sleep fully took you and as Jotaro sat up in the bed, he couldn’t help but admire the form of you he had been visiting for so long without being able to actually see it.

Getting out of the bed, Jotaro walked through the room and grabbed the discarded clothes, pushing his palms together once he did, making them disappear as he sent the items across the land to his home.

Walking back over to the bed on your side, he then turned to face the door, the window to his left in his peripheral.

Muttering a quick incantation, he held up his hands and sent a shockwave out from both the door and the window before quickly dissipating the locking spells, the blue magic that had been visible to your family from the other side fading away after they had been blasted away from the door they had been trying to break open.

Turning to you, Jotaro slid his arms under your body and scooped you up, holding you against his body and taking care to keep you asleep as the teleportation spell took hold, the familiar aquamarine mist enveloping both your forms completely while the door broke down, three people stumbling in only to see a glowing form disappear right where they stood.

Your family was too late.

Being hit with mild vertigo, Jotaro stepped forward, feeling the familiar warm grain of his home floor, making him sigh in slight relief as he looked down at your sleeping form in his arms.

“Welcome home, sea star.”

And as he carried you upstairs to his bedroom and lay you down in a bed you had been in dozens of times before, Jotaro felt peace. Finally he had you with him. For now and always.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro x reader #jotaro x reader smut #medieval au #jjba #jojo's bizarrre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jotaro kujo x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jotaro #hih’s hôrni works

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fanficemily · 5 months

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I was wondering what Jotaro YANDERE from part 3 would be like? (so I did this)

🌠I will first say that I am taking into consideration that our "Y/N" is A Stand user And let it be a crusade, ok?

🌠Jotaro didn't want to fall in love with you, but you're so you, that she couldn't ignore it,But of course JOTARO BEING JOTARO, doesn't show what he feels and continues with his face straight

🌠You became good friends with Jotaro But... For Jotaro you were more than that, you were the one Jotaro loved very much, so it was his duty to protect you, but you ask yourself "protect from what?",That's the problem, he has to protect her from something but she doesn't know what it is, he swears she's in danger where there is nothing, "her friends (other than Polnareff or Kakyoin, or Joseph) Don't you see the danger in them?... Of course you have good times, but what if something happens?, your family? Can't you see that they are a headache for you and him...

🌠Now after part 3 he GOT WORSE!, at school he made sure that most boys didn't hit on you, he wants to make sure he's the best option, he's always in the school hallways,He is following you from side to side, he sits as close to you as possible to watch you,If he manages to sit behind you, he will use Star Platinum to play with your hair, and Star will do this with pleasure as she is very happy with it

🌠And one thing Jotaro likes is being around you, she loves just being in your presence you have a calming effect, she loves being with you even though the lines are few and it doesn't dismantle emotions

🌠And suddenly you have a Boyfriend/bodyguard, and even if you don't want Jotaro in that sense, she doesn't care, kidnapping exists for that, and even if you date him he will kidnap you if he thinks you If are in danger (in other words, he will kidnap you)

🌠During the kidnapping period he leaves you in a safe place, that is, at his house, on the day it happened Holley saw Jotaro all dirty and a little hurt and holding his girlfriend in his arms,Holley He will soon understand the situation and will take good care of you since Jotaro loves you...

🌠When you and Jotaro are walking around town Jotaro will have a protective arm around your waist or shoulder, outside Jotaro is always on alert and never lets his guard down.

🌠But when you are in his room alone he is affectionate, for example, he shows that he is intelligent to you so you can see that he is useful, or he keeps touching you and petting you,He's clingy and especially in the morning when he wakes up, he's soooo sly and cuddly, as far as possible, and at night he holds you while he sleeps with you.

🌠Even though he is stoic and emotionless, he loves you very much.

**(Maybe I'll do Jotaro YANDERE from part 4 or maybe Star Platinum yandere)**

#yandere jotaro #jjba #yandere jojo #yandere Jotaro part 3

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dualityofcaezar · 4 months

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Ocean nights

Yandere jotaro X male reader

(this is my first male reader fic, I think it is but anyway enjoy reading)

(minors dni👎)

(you're both adults in this.)

Tw: spanking, bruising, degradation/praise ? (My little slut, whore ect) yandere behaviour ?, jealousy, lactation (not you!), mpreg (not you!), mention of kids, calling his ass Cunt like one (1) time, porn kinda without plot.

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"d-dahh-!"

Jotaro whined out from beneath you, his face pressed into the pillow while his ass is red and wet in the air, you thrust in and out of his abused hole as it leaks your seed from just a few minutes ago.

"d-daddy~! Pl-pleasee~.."

You grab the back of his hair to pull his face away from the pillow, whispering in his ear as you thrust faster into him with a bruising grip on the fat of his hips.

"hm? What was that my little slut?"

Jotaro let's out a loud moan before talking..

"daddy- daddy! Plu-please 's too much!~"

"Oh but that's just a part of the punishment, isn't it baby boy? You just had to get jealous and be naughty just to get daddy's attention like the little whore you are."

You say as you spank his already fat and red asscheeks. So much of your gooey white cum in his tummy as some bits splurt out with each thrust, and his belly is even bloated a bit!

"I-I I'm sorr-sorry daddy! Ghh-ah~ I wanted y-your attention daddy.. y-yo-you're m-mine not anyone e-elses!"

Jotaro's face is all red and wet from the tears and drool but his eyes hold a possessive look to them while he's looking back at you with his tongue hanging out.

You pull and twist his perky nipples and squeeze his fat man tits, rubbing them like he's your best dairy cow, in result makes milk squirt out of his nipples with ease.

"such a little bitch, you just want your little hole to be breeded over and over again because that's All your dumb little head can think of! Only about my big cock sliding in and out this sloppy hole of yours."

Jotaro moans and whimpers loudly, more white cum is added to underneath the both of you, it's clear jotaro has cum again.. about his fifth time now if you exclude two dry orgasms he had before.

"daddy! Please!"

Your cock throbs inside of jotaro's asshole, you groan as you speed up the pace so you can shoot your white load into his cunt (ass).

"hrrgn- Gah!"

You let out a loud groan and growl as you buck yours hips against his ass, the flesh jiggling while you paint his insides white as well as getting your prince pregnant.

"Ahn~! Ah- dadd- Ooh~!"

Jotaro whimpers as he feels your warmth splurt in him once again, he rubs his belly happily while going limp on the bed.

You take out your wet meaty cock from his ass before laying down beside him for a bit, many stains adorn the now soiled sheets and blankets on the bed.

Jotaro lies his head on your chest before speaking tiredly.

"daddy... I'm sorry for embarrassing you today.. I Just really wanted y-your attention and you to look at My body-"

You cut off jotaro with a kiss.

"it's alright Baby, we were at the beach and I definitely missed the chance to look at your delicious body- but just think, next time I'll be able to look at your cute pregnant belly, no?"

You both softly chuckle as you hold each other close with small smiles.

Clean up can be for tomorrow morning.

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jotarothekidsmissyou · 2 years

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Bottom jotaro? 🤭

ɴᴇᴠ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: („ಡωಡ„) ᴀɴᴏɴ..ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴇꜱ!! ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴊᴏᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴀꜱᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ..ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀꜱꜱ..ᴏᴍɢ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪꜱᴛ—ᴍʏᴛᴏᴇꜱᴄᴜʀʟɪɴɢʀɴ😩💕

ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~

It was morning, your favorite part of the day despite its unpopularity. Most people would assume you’re more of an early bird based upon your preference. While it was partially true, you had a specific reason as to why you were up that early..and it wasn’t to see the sunrise. If your timing was perfect you were able to greet a special viewing from your husband..

His back was bare, showcasing every fine crevice that highlighted his muscles. They appeared to be smooth as you yearn to trace them with your index finger. His ebony wavy hair was messy and unkempt, perfect to run your aching pesky hands through. But be careful! You don’t want to tug on any knots.

If your eyes traveled far down enough, you were able to glance on the back of his boxers, and those thick husky thighs. Mouth watering to say the least. The mere sight of him made you touch starved and unspeakably horny. Those nerves throughout your body were practically screaming at you as you stood there in silence. For a moment Jotaro moved, giving a quick glance at your favorite body part of his..well, maybe second.

“Hey big guy,” You greeted him, fully cupping your hands with his pecs. “Did you sleep well?” With yourself directly behind him, Jotaro could not see the mischievous look on your face. He could only go by the sweet tone of your voice, very misleading indeed. He left out a soft grunt before bringing his coffee mug to his lips

“Fine, though I'd rather be in bed right about now,” He said in between sips.

“I’d like that too~” Traveling downwards with your dominant hand, sliding past his abdomen, to his stomach, and finally right at his boxer’s waistband. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Wiggling it carefully you teased him in hopes that his other brain will convey your message.

“I can’t right now,”

“Why not?” You asked, fully aware of his response. As long as you’ve known your husband, questions with obvious answers pissed him off. Along with catching him off guard.

“You already have the answer to that—'' Interrupting his sentence, let alone his thought process, you licked up the back of his neck. Somewhat brushing up against his birthmark. It was a special button on his body that permitted you access. Accidentally, a shaky whimper left his lips, giving you a signal that his body yearned for more.

“I promise you won’t be late,” Once more you used your dominant hand, but this time you slid it underneath the fabric. Grabbing a hold of his length you rubbed your thumb at the tip, moving in small circles. It was quite obvious Jotaro was trying to suppress his moans as his flushed face continued to redden.

“Shit—“ He muttered underneath his breath, throwing his head back slightly. To your surprise, Jotaro placed his hand on top of yours encouraging you to jerk him off earnestly. His girth filled your palm, reminding you who you were messing with. And there’s no backing down from this. Once your husband is in the mood, like a lost puppy, he’ll follow.

And that’s exactly what he did. Making sure he was fully erected you motioned him to the bedroom. His eyes were full of lust as they pursued your every move. Pushing your lover on the bed with his hands immediately when searching for your undergarments. But instead he felt nothing but your soft skin. Before he could let out a sly comment you grabbed his face, clashing his lips with yours. The both of you explored each other’s mouth as your tongues swirled and exchanged saliva. But that wasn’t enough.

“Put your dick inside me,” You muttered in between kisses. Against your lips you felt Jotaro smirking as he adjusted his weight in doing so. Occupying yourself, you threw his large shirt over your head and tossed it to the floor. It was the only thing you were wearing until now. With one thing after another, your walls were completely filled with his cock. The sensation of being stretched out to capacity made your body tremble with pleasure. As for Jotaro, he laid flat on his back, wincing, as your velvet pussy swallowed him whole. Getting used to the feeling, you crouched on top, penetrating him deep inside of you. For support Jotaro grabbed a hold of your hips getting the hint you were going to ride him.

Up and down you bounced on his shaft utilizing the muscles in your thighs. As much as they burned in agony you couldn’t. The sight of Jotaro’s fucked out face motivated to give him what he wanted. His face twisted in pleasure all while maintaining eye contact.

“Come on baby cum,” You whined right below his ear picking up the pace.

“Fuck,” At it his wits end Jotaro moved his hips smacking your ass as you came back down. At this point you could tell he was eager to reach his climax since it was only a few strokes away.

“You want more?” Grasping ahold of his neck, you forced him to meet your lips. Without a second thought he gave in, bringing you even closer to his body. Because of his height, you had to stretch to kiss him, causing you to reach the tip and back down again.

At the same time you and Jotaro hit your climax. His cum painted the insides of your womb and down your thighs. Your belly was full causing you to fall into your lover's arms. The both of you stayed in that position, calming down from your high.

“You really worn yourself out huh?”

“What can I say? The morning is my favorite part of the day,”

“Good grief,”

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #jotarosmut #dilftaro #jjba jotaro #jjba smut #jjba writing #jotaro x you #jjba x reader smut #jotaro headcanons #yandere jotaro

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 2 months

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I would NOT go from ANY yandere's grasp if they feed me what i like, like either i'd be too absorbed in eating or i'd be too tired after eating to really want to escape 😭 i don't really care what they'd do (love u btw)

Relatable honestly, man if that’s all it takes for a Yandere to keep you around, you’ll best bet they’re going to give it their all making you food to keep you around. Here’s a little comfy ramble…

I feel like most Jojo characters would be able to cook even if it’s just following a recipe. Foo Fighters does her best flipping through countless cookbooks, and watching videos of whatever your favorite things are. That’s what people do to bond right? Have good tasting food! It’ll surely bring you both closer together.

There’s a few that aren’t great with cooking, Mista occasionally burns certain things, he’ll admit cooking isn’t exactly his skill but figures everything out something eventually . (He finds it a pain to cook cheese sauces since they can burn easily) If it’s too complicated he’s taking you out to a restaurant that specializes in it.

Okuyasu isn’t the best with cooking at the start, mixing up spices, or under/overcooking. He manages to somehow convince Tonio to teach him properly. Being a good partner means making their favorite food properly in his mind so he’s not going to slack on that if it keeps you happy.

Since we’re mentioning food here might as well mention Tonio Trussardi here. This is the best way for him to be Yandere honestly right within his territory. Using Pearl Jam or not, it fills him with joy with whatever dish or snack you like. The way your shoulders relax once you eat sends this chefs heart fluttering like never before. He’s not really worried if you happen to be fond of something more factory made/processed his approximations are almost always better than the packaged things. (It’s better this way in his book anyhow).

I also feel like Gyro would probably take advantage of your lowered guard around your favorite food. He considers himself descent at his homelands dishes and of course Johnny likes his coffee he prepares, so often he ends up insisting to cook, practically taking over it from before on your journey. (Which works for him, you don’t need to worry about talking to whoever else anyway). He can’t wipe that stupid big grin from his face as you sit to eat your favorite thing. (That’s if you even notice from how tasty it is)

Koichi is another character who would take up some form of cooking for you. Maybe he just happens to eavesdrop one afternoon after class and see what exactly you’re eating? Then he makes himself useful and buys everything, then prepares it at home. Then hey, what do you know? One day or another you both happen to bump into each other and can even sit together for lunch for a little while.

(Here’s a part 8 character I feel like is underrated)

Karera is another character I definitely see using food to her advantage with you. She’ll get your favorite meals at whatever shop for free somehow (with a bit of handiwork from her stand love love deluxe). Oh hey, she just happened to buy something you like that was sold out most places, how about you sit and eat it with her? Making lunch/dinner? Duh she’ll make it for you, as long as you’re eating what she made with her own two hands (or bought/scammed herself) she’s happy.

If that’s what makes it easy to keep you around Jotaro doesn’t really mind. He’s right on it to getting/making it for you. Holly of course inserts herself pulling out recipes, she’d know you’d love. Just a small suggestion to her son of course as she winks. He’ll be right in the kitchen with her preparing everything, or quickly walking out to get whatever’s needed. Just don’t make yourself sick from eating too fast.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #Yandere karera sakunami #Yandere Koichi hirose #Yandere Toni trussardi #yandere jotaro #yandere foo fighters #Yandere okuyasu #yandere gyro zeppeli #yandere guido mista

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ophelian-darling · 1 year

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Hi just wanted to say thank you so much for answering my request and you did an amazing job I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the Platonic Yandere joot with prompts 19 , 26, 34 if that’s too much feel free to skip it anyways have a amazing day/night ❤️

Part One

"You can't get away from me, now or forever..."

"You're too much for them , they are undeserving of you"

"Just mention another word about them and I'll beat them to death in front of you, wouldn't that be horrible to witness ?"

TW: Murder mention & threat, emotional manipulation, violence, inappropriate use of stands.

Word count: 2.5k words.

enjoy ♡

Jotaro watched you jump around the kitchen, seemingly happy as you prepared tonight's dinner.

You had gathered enough courage and invited your crush for a small 'date' here tonight (Jotaro refused to let you out with them, excusing his decision by his lingering worry on you) and your eyes pooled with twinkles.

If it wasn't for this situation, He would've been truly happy to see the smile on your lips now; you jumping joyfully like a fawn between the kitchen and the dining room, preparing the fresh hot meals for the person you're trying to lure.

He felt disturbed, like you were both in a peaceful paradise together, of your own little life and under his wing and under your blessing of an existence, until the ivies of a mischievous touch crawled into your heaven, threatening to coil around you and steal you away.

As tough as your dear father may seem, he wasn't tolerant of the idea of losing you to someone else, and his fears were quite logical: He doted on you ever since your first breath (even more than your mother herself could ever offer), accompanied you in every step of life and took full care of you when your mother had given up- an incident he wished he could erase from your memory forever.

Just as the first image of that day was brought up in his imagination, your sweet voice pulled him out of the grim echo "Papa? is everything alright?!"

He took a good look at you: features, serene and loving as ever, only crossed by a look of concern but never distorting your beauty. new dress donning your form, flowery and tailored to your size as if it was made specifically for you. you were obviously dolling up yourself for them, no surprise. a girl your age has her mind filled with the pictures of love and romance; creating her own fantasy of a warm touch- or a kiss. He wonders how many nights these thoughts have flashed through your consciousness or coloured your dreams pink… have you grown attached to someone else to that extent?!

"Papa !"

Realizing that he took an uncomfortable amount of time in staring, Jotaro quickly regained his composure and regarded you to speak again.

"You were staring at me for a minute now, are you really okay? Are you tired?"

Your tone dropped its previous excitement so it is coated with concern now. He felt guilty for making you worried while it was an important night for you. for now, he had to go along for your sake.

"Nothing at all, don't worry about me" he patted your head and drew a loving smile "Aren't you beautiful?" he complimented, trying to ease off your jarring distress and it obviously worked if your giggling reaction conveyed anything.

"Do I really look nice? I felt like I bought the dress in a rush and I don't want to ruin my chances" you giggled again, talking to yourself more than waiting for an answer from father.

"You are definitely the most beautiful girl ever, Sweetheart" He said tenderly, the thick knot in his throat tightened as he let out the lie "I'm sure they would be immediately swooned by you, I'm so happy for you"

The bitter taste on his tongue, the words he just uttered and the dim feeling stirring up to his consciousness was driving him to his limit. You are happy, your happiness is what mattered all along and he achieved it for you, so why the urge to break everything and refuse all of this was getting stronger?! the same urge that morphed into a long trail of thoughts, then words; standing on the tip of his lip with a poisonous odor.

"Dear…"

You turned back to him, puzzled at the sudden fall of his voice.

Before He got the chance to pour all of his inner conflicts, a loud ringing filled the intense air.

The doorbell rang, they're here.

You squeaked cheerfully and jumped to the door, what Jotaro was about to say was not a priority now.

Jotaro felt sick in the stomach watching you greet them in a childish passion, deciding to lift his gaze to another corner, a corner when a pink cake slicer sat on the kitchen's counter.

He didn't think much of it; just held the tool and examined its edge.

Not sharp enough, yet capable of the work.

He drifted away from reality yet again; falling deeper into hatred as it happened right in front of him.

The evening was going terrible, not for you However: your crush was fully conversing with you at the dinner table, casually coaxing and flirting with your shied form while you were at loss for words, putting a sweet smile as a reply.

They introduced themself politely, with all confidence and Charm of a quipster, shamelessly dallying with you in eyes and tones. Jotaro wished if there'd been any reason to hold a grudge against them, or even generally dislike them, but things weren't going his way this time.

You're happy with someone else- Your dear father dedicated himself for the purpose of your happiness, putting a lot of love and care a human would have in heart into creating a heaven for you and him. The sight of a gleeful smile on your lips could wipe away long years of grief, years he spent lonely until you drew a first breath.

The hatred hauled at the sinews of his heart, twisting all of the confined hopelessness and shaping it to a perfect rage, one that he did never experience, not even onto his worst enemies. coming to think of it, his worst enemy was the human sitting across him on the table.

"I see why my daughter likes you" he started flatly "You're quite the persona, she's lucky to have your eyes on her" He faked a smile; not wanting to come off as intimidating (So as not to 'embarrass' you, you scolded him more than a time that he regarded others creepily).

They laughed and rubbed the back of their head "The honor is mine Mr.Kujo, I've never dreamed of getting the chance to talk to your daughter, let alone having dinner with her in her house with her father"

You switched your sight between the two of them, glad that the both of them are getting along unlike your negative expectations of the whole ordeal. the Blues of your father met the ones of yours, giving you the order before uttering it "Sweetheart, I think it's a fair time for a dessert, why won't we offer our guest some of the delicious chocolate cake you made? I'm sure they'll love to have a bite of it"

You stared at him for a moment, surprised at the sudden welcoming attitude of his. your father wasn't very social or friendly with strangers, preferring to treat them formally and strictly depending on the situation, so this change of color seemed a little jolting.

You nodded and went to the kitchen, now he's all alone with them.

"An angel, isn't she?" Jotaro smiled, a lower curve at the corner of his lips stiffed.

"Huh?" your so called 'crush' were perplexed at the question before answering, unassertive "I-indeed she is, no wonder why I like her"

"She's too innocent for her own good, too trusting and kind that she was met with the worst of others around her"

Jotaro broke his gaze at your chair and shifted it to the thing sitting across him. Their silence urged him to continue "I can't count how many times in her life she came back running to me, crying and sobbing in my arms, babbling about how some kid at school bullied her, or how some random chick made fun of her in front of the whole school. I truly love her and do whatever I can: I comfort her, I hug and kiss her on her forehead, I go above and beyond to provide for her… you can say she's my world, not just my only daughter"

"I-I understand your view, Mr-Kujo…"

"I went through a lot in the past, I got a lot of wounds and aches, not to mention a lot of scars, which all were painful, But never as painful as her own pain… I can't let her know a meaning or a tiniest taste of pain, or even push harm away from her, I feel like I'm not protecting my precious princess enough"

"I'm so sorry for whatever you went through Mr.Kujo… I can understand your pain, and… I can reassure you that your daughter means the world to me too-"

"Does She?!" Jotaro stood up, ambling closer to the thing, taking delight as their expression paled.

"I doubt that she means anything to you, you're just toying with her like everyone else, waiting for the right moment to break her heart, leave her broken for me to fix…"

"I wouldn't never think of that Mr.Kujo-"

"You can't love her the way I do… no one can love her the way I do! I'd go as far as to get rid of all the things causing her misery, people like you included!"

"Okay now what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Papa what's going on-" you hurried into the room, frozen immediately in place.

In fact, everything froze.

There were only two cases in which he would have to use Star Platinum : fighting enemies and serving you. No one was expected to survive after making you cry; it wasn't fair that you spilled your tears while they were carrying on with their lives, a punishment had to be in order.

Your dear father would never tell you that he murdered your bullies, your dear father would never tell you he threatened anyone who got too close to you, Your dear father would never tell you he found out that this scum of a human were planning to use you for their amusement and ruin your innocence. He's sure that you'll understand, that's why you needed a lot of time to realize how deep his love can be.

Three seconds before the motion would come back. Now that you're in the scene, he can't just kill them like he used to on others, that would crush the image of him in your heart, and he can't lose your love for anything.

The strong stand delivered a single punch to their face, Jotaro can feel something crushing under his fingers, like a pile of twigs being stepped on all at once. Then a long, red trail streamed down, coating the carpet with blood. It's a short measure of dealing with a nuisance (He'd hoped to end their life and dispose of their carcass; the plan ruined when you entered the scene) and knocking them out. The rest is pretty easy: He'll just subject them to a strong amnesic drug and ditch them on the side of the road.

Everything ticked at zero and came back to life, the staggering posture of yours moving again- horrified by the sight in front of you.

Your mind was too shaken- unable to grasp on one image of reality and unstable to let the weight of everything sink in. you knew it all along: your father wasn't like any father, and you weren't as ordinary as you thought. He used to be your hero (alas, no longer now) and the crimes of his twisted show of love unfolded themselves and made you realize how foolish you've been all your life.

"What the fuck was that for? How dare you do this to them?!" you snarled, checking on the unconscious and bleeding guest. at least they were breathing, you had the vilest scenario in mind and the way the date started resembled a clam before the storm.

"They were trying to hurt you, I've known their intentions before you brought them here"

"You stalked them?!" The look you gave him wasn't anything near grateful, you glared at him as if he was a criminal.

"Why do you always insist on ruining my life?! Why do you push people away from me?!" warmth pooled under your eyelids, it was a sheer heartbreak to know that the dearest living human to you had a thread in your demise.

"They don't love you! you're oblivious of their intentions, You're too much for them , they are undeserving of you!"

"You still can't do this to someone innocent! you're a fucking maniac you're not my father…" a sob tore its way up lungs "No wonder my mama ran away…" the stream of tears couldn't stop itself, the forgotten woman surfaced herself in your memory again, spilling the truth he faked to get you by his side.

"Watch your language with me you selfish brat! be grateful that I'm the reason you're alive now or else you would have ended up dead like her!"

Everything stopped again. It's not his stand this time.

Your features froze like a marble statue, as if the evening couldn't even become worse, fate decided to land another aching blow to you.

Neither of you said anything; gazing blindly at each other, blurred words not coming out. nothing of his love and your sweetness can take back what's just been revealed, or save you from the devil in an Angel's robe.

You stepped back, ready to rush into the door and run away from all this depravity. he mirrored your action, following you with full speed. before your nerves could receive the order of lurching further, his hand caught your tiny shoulder and squeezed, warning you.

"Let me go! I hate you leave me alone!"

"Don't you dare run or you'll suffer the consequences!"

"Or you'll kill me too?! just like you killed mama and tried to kill the person I love! and on top of that you expect me to ignore all of this like I did in the past?! I would've been happier if I was with mama or someone else who truly loves me, not treating me the way you do!"

"Just mention another word about them and I'll beat them to death in front of you!" he violently smacked the table with a hand, the other leaving your shoulder to grab your date's head and rotate it to the side, an audible cracking emphasizing the sincerity of the duress.

"They'll die here at my hands, and you'll have to watch me dispose of their corpse while you can do nothing about it…wouldn't that be horrible to witness?"

All you can reply with was a hopeless stare. From a logical perspective, he was right: none of your mother's family would take you in, your father's family would side with the cruelty of a father you've been cursed with, you hadn't any friends or acquaintances due to his isolation of you and the social services would comply to his authority…in short, it was a dead end for you.

You didn't feel his embrace, the comforting arms that used to placate and mollify are gone, replaced with a cold touch that panicked and horrified, so was the kiss on the crown of your head, it had no warmth in it.

"Good girl… I love you and I can't let you go, you can't get away from me, now or forever…"

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The JoJos: Jonathan, Joseph, and Jotaro)

NOTE: Going to make a part 2 to this including Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny. The weird issue I was having with this post seems to have gone away. Though if anything looks weird or incomplete, let me know, please.

Jonathan

Jonathan's been through a lot. Thanks to Dio, he's spent much of his childhood feeling alone and unwanted. Dio stole his father's love, turned everyone in town against him, brutally killed poor Danny, and even drove his beloved Erina away from him. You’re the only one that stayed. You're the only one that continued to stand up for him when everyone else gave into Dio.

So that's why when he sees you looking at your friend with eyes filled with such fondness and adoration, it stirs up a dark anger in him that is so intense that it frightens him.

Jonathan does an excellent job of reigning in his emotions. You will only see that same sweet smile he always has, but you won't see the way his smile drops into a scowl as he excuses himself and turns away from you and your friend. You won't see the way he grips the doorknob so hard his fingers leave dents in the brass.

Jonathan hates the way he feels. He has no right to try to lay claim to you. He will just have to accept that fact that you will only ever see him as a friend. So that was that. He was going to lose you,too, and then he really will be alone. His anger dissipates and he goes into a depressive state that lasts for weeks. During the day he wanders far away from his father's property and into the forest. He can't bring himself to go into town for fear of seeing you and your friend together somewhere. Staying home is out of the question. He can't take Dio's constant questions. Even though they've started acting more civil with each other, Jonathan can't bring himself to ever fully trust his adoptive brother. Dio seems far too interested in his relationship with you for his liking.

"Why don't I see you with your little friend anymore, JoJo?" Dio asks. "You seemed so close as children. Did something happen?"

Jonathan isn't sure but he thought he heard a hint of glee in Dio's voice as he asked that.

Jonathan makes an effort not to snap at him. It's not his fault that this is happening. Not this time anyway.

"Sometimes people grow apart when they grow up. The responsibilities of adulthood can distract one from childhood friendships. That's just the way life is. And if you'll excuse me, I don't wish to speak on the matter anymore." Is Jonathan's reply before he exits the room.

Dio doesn't miss the misery in Jonathan's voice and he revels in it.

"If you say so, JoJo."

Jonathan ends up spending most of his time in the part of the forest where the two of you would play games, tell stories, and just laugh and chase each other for hours. Erina would join you sometimes… before she started avoiding him.

And now he lost you, too.

Of course. Why should he ever be allowed to be happy? Even without Dio being the cause of his misery, it seemed life itself was against him. He slumped to the ground and propped himself against a tree. He was sure his father would scold him for getting dirt on his clothes but that was nothing new. His father was always scolding and shaming him for something. That is, when he wasn’t singing Dio’s praises.

Jonathan sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the tree trunk. He wasn't going to think about that. He wanted to think about you and the short time you spent together. He would think about the time he tried to scare you with a bug only to have you laugh at him and hold the bug in your hand like it was nothing. He wanted to think about the time you fell out of the tree you were climbing, got up, brushed yourself off, and went right back to climbing. You didn't cry at all. He wanted to think about the time you looked Dio right in the eyes and told him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine (mind you in a much more ladylike manner).

You were both a gentle hand and a fist of strength, perfectly balanced in every way. You gave him a sense of hope and courage in one of the darkest times of his life. He could sit here and bask in the warmth of your memory until he just stopped living. That would have to be enough. He couldn't have you, but nothing could rob him of his memories of you. Not even Dio.

He must have dozed off at some point because he found himself being shaken awake. He may have been imagining it, but the person shaking him sounded an awful lot like you.

"JoJo! JoJo! Wake up!"

Jonathan's eyelids flew open. It was you!

“Oh… what?” he rasped. His voice was hoarse and his throat felt like it was on fire. He didn't care though. You were here with him and that's all that mattered.

“Why… are you… here?” He asked, genuinely confused by your presence. Shouldn't you be with your friend?

“Why am I here?” you repeat. “Why do you think? I came to find you, you ninny!”

Jonathan just blinks up at you in confusion.

“I haven't seen you in weeks and when I asked your father about you he told me that you've been acting strangely. He said that you wandered the house at night instead of sleeping and that you haven't been eating. So I started looking for you and I found you out here sleeping in the woods!"

“O-oh…” Jonathan couldn't say more than that. He didn't really know how to answer. That, and he felt horrible. He was achy all over and his head was hurting.

You placed a hand on his forehead and he froze at your touch, mind going numb.

“Jojo, you're burning up! How long have you been sitting in the cold like this?” You asked.

Was it cold? Honestly Jonathan hadn't even noticed that the temperature had dropped. It was already night time. Had he really been out here for that long?

“Why have you been doing this to yourself?” You ask, your voice hitched with worry. “Has Dio been bullying you again?”

Jonathan said nothing. He just shook his head.

“Then why?! Was it something else?” You ask. “Was… was it something I did?”

Jonathan caught something in your eyes when you asked him that. It was something that opened up a very dark place inside of him. Guilt. You felt guilty. You were blaming yourself for his pitiable state.

"I just... I didn't want to interfere." He says.

“Interfere?” You ask. “Interfere with what? What are you talking about?”

“You… and your friend.” He says. “I see the way you look at him…”

Your face flushed.

"I-I don't l-look at him that way!" You stuttered out in embarrassment.

“You don’t have to hide it.” He says, trying to speak up. The action was putting a strain on his voice, making it sound worse… just as he intended.

“JoJo…” you start to say, but he doesn't let you finish.

"Listen... I never told you how I felt, because I thought it would put a strain on our friendship... We've been friends for a long time, haven't we? You were there for me for some of the most difficult times of my life and I adore you for it... It's because I love you so much that I'm willing to let you be happy with someone else... even if it means I'll never see you again . I just want you to be happy …” He ended with a very real, but perfectly timed cough.

You grabbed him by his flushed face and made him look at you.

“Don't say things like that, JoJo!” you cry. “You make it sound like I plan to abandon you!”

He grasped one of your hands weakly. “I don't matter, dearest. I told you, if he makes you happy…”

"That's enough!" you said sternly, placing a finger over his lips and silencing him. "I don't want you to say such things anymore!"

Your face was etched in anger, but your eyes glistened with unshed tears. It was working. As much as he hated stooping to such deplorable tactics like guilt-tripping, but by God, it was working! He could hate himself for it later. Right now, he was basking in your attention.

You removed your finger from his lips and he smiled up at you in a state of mindless bliss.

"Yes, ma'am." he rasped, before going into a coughing fit.

You let him go and stood up. He whined pathetically at the loss of your touch. You assumed it was due to his sickness. You got to your feet with a determined look on your face.

“I'm going back to get your father and some of the servants. They're going take you back home so you can get some rest. Then I'm going into town to fetch a doctor.” You stated.

Then you leaned down and planted a kiss on Jonathan's warm forehead. Jonathan could've died right then and there and died happy.

"Don't move from that spot, JoJo!" You said as you hiked up your skirt and began running towards the Joestar Mansion.

“I'm not going anywhere.” JoJo tried to call after you but his voice was too hoarse and you were already out of earshot.

"And neither are you..." He added under his breath.

Joseph

While Jonathan tries to hide his jealousy, Joseph puts his on full display, but he plays it off as a joke.

"So you're going out with him, again!?" he says with a pout.

"Yes, JoJo. I have other friends besides you, you know." You say, tired of having the same old argument every time you go out with someone that isn't him.

Joseph whines like a child and plops down on your couch. He crosses his arms and stares at the wall with a sullen expression.

"I don't have a problem with you having friends, it's just that ever since you've been hanging out with that weirdo you act like I don't even exist! I hardly ever see you anymore!"

You almost felt sorry for him until he called your friend a weirdo.

"JoJo! That's enough! I know you don't like him but I won't have you calling my friend names!" you scolded.

JoJo huffed but continued pouting on the couch in silence.

"Why do you act like such a child? We have this argument every time I go out with someone else. It's exhausting! It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything!"

Ouch. Okay, while what you said was true, you didn't have to just blurt it out like it was nothing. Joseph gives you a hurt look before suddenly doubling over in pain. He clutched his chest, fell off the couch and lay on the floor writhing in agony.

"JoJo! What happened? Are you okay?! JoJo!!" you say in a panic. You drop to your knees next to him.

"JoJo, tell me what's wrong!" you cry.

"I don't know!" He groans. "I just suddenly felt a terrible, sharp pain in my heart! I... I think it's the knife you stabbed into it when you said that just now!"

At the realization that he was faking so he could pick on you, you became furious.

"JOJO! YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!" you shout, slapping him in the shoulder.

Joseph curls up trying to protect himself from your slaps, but he's giggling the whole time.

“I thought something was wrong with you, you silly ass!” you shout, a slight sob coming through in your voice.

Joseph sits up, his grinning face only inches from your own.

“Ah, so you do care about me!” he teased.

Your face immediately turned red and you scooted away from him, unable to look at him with him grinning at you like that.

“Shut up, you pain in the neck.” You mumble feeling shy all of a sudden.

Joseph was infuriating, but when he teased you like this, you couldn't help but fall for his charms... just a little. Up to this point, you had only ever viewed Joseph as a friend, but lately you've begun to see him in a slightly different light.

The problem is that Joseph knew that.

“I'll make a deal with you, JoJo.” You said after regaining your composure.

“If you quit complaining every time I go out with my other friends, then I'll make it so Saturdays will be the day that I hang out exclusively with you. Does that sound fair?”

You have Joseph's full attention now.

“Really?! Just you and me?!!” He asks, getting more and more excited by the minute.

“So….does this mean… um….” he stutters, looking around nervously as if he isn't sure that he should say what he wants to.

“Does it mean what?” you ask.

“If we’re going out every Saturday… and it’s just the two of us… can we say that… we’re dating?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

Your face flushes again and you look away from him, irritated at how cute he's being right now.

"Fine." you sigh. "I guess you can say we're dating."

Joseph lets out a whoop of joy before sweeping you into his heavily muscled arms.

"Thank you! You won't regret it I swear!" he promises.

As he pulls you to his chest, you don't see the smug, self-satisfied smirk he has on his face. He's finally got you right where he wants you. It took a while, but he finally got you to like him enough to go out with him. And every Saturday?! This was better than he hoped for! You'll have so much fun hanging around with him that you'll forget all about that weirdo friend of yours.

Check and Mate, darling.

Jotaro

Jealous Jotaro is all cold glares and quiet fury. Every time you and your friend are seen together, Jotaro always seems to be hanging out in the background, staring daggers into the back of your friend's head. You don't know what your friend could've done to earn Jotaro's disdain, but it's very clear that he doesn't want you to be alone with him. The problem is that Jotaro won't tell you anything. Any time you confront him about it you're met with the same response.

“I just don’t like the guy.”

You don't understand why and Jotaro never explains. Your friend isn't even a Stand user, so it can't be that he suspects him of being an enemy.

Your friend may not be a Stand user, but you, unfortunately are. So it takes all of Jotaro's willpower to keep Star Platinum in check when he's around the two of you. Jotaro can feel his Stand's rage stir up any time your friend gets a little too close or handsy with you. There's really nothing suspicious about the way your friend interacts with you. His touches are only of the platonic variety, but each hug, head pat, or playful shove send Jotaro into a silent rage.

He'll chomp down on his cigarette, nearly biting it in half and almost has an aneurysm from trying to keep Star Platinum from popping out and punching the guy's head off of his shoulders.

But none of that matters, because Jotaro already has a plan in play. He just needs to be patient and careful.

For the next few weeks, you start getting an uncomfortable feeling that someone is watching and following you. You often try to find the source of this feeling, frantically looking over your shoulder and seeing no one. You even send your Stand to search around, but it comes back to you shrugging its shoulders after failing to find anyone. You tell Jotaro about it and he gives you a serious, concerned look and tells you to be careful.

"Just because DIO's out of the picture doesn't mean some of his lackeys aren't still around looking for revenge. Just stay alert and let me know if anything suspicious happens." He says.

You nod your head and go about your day, casting worried glances into every shadowy corner.

Jotaro understands your concerns, but he's fully aware of what's really happening, so he's not too worried about it. He watches you until you are out of sight, then he lights a cigarette. He's been thinking about quitting, but he needs the nicotine to clear his head right now. The first part of the plan was taken care of, but he still had work to do.

A few days later, you come to him with a worried expression.

“Someone's been in my house.” You tell him before you even say your morning greeting.

“How do you know?” He asks, instantly alert.

“My diary's missing.” You tell him.

"Your diary?" he says, curling his lip with a disdainful sneer.

"Yes!" You say, annoyed with his attitude. "It wasn't in my desk and I can't find it anywhere in my room or anywhere else in the house."

Jotaro thought for a moment.

“What did you write in it? You didn't write anything about Egypt did you?” he asked with a serious tone.

“Of course not! I wouldn't dare! I didn't put anything important in it just in case someone did find it and read it.” you say.

“Then why would someone want your diary?” He asks.

"I don't know, JoJo! I just know that I can't find it." You shout, frustrated that he doesn't seem to be taking it seriously.

“Did you check your locker?” He offers.

"I don't bring my diary to school, JoJo." You sigh in exasperation.

Jotaro huffs at your tone.

"Don't get snappy, I was just asking. Good grief. If you're that worried about it, I'll come by after school and help you look for it." he says.

You agree to that and go to class feeling a lot better.

You don't find your diary, but for the next week or two, you do start finding pictures of yourself on your windowsill. Fortunately, none of the pictures are compromising but they are worrying. Whoever took them seems to have been following you all over town and at school. So your feeling about being watched had been right. How your Stand hadn't been able to find your personal paparazzi you didn't know, but Jotaro was going to hear about this. You took the pictures to school to show him. He wasn't happy.

“Where did you find these?” He demands.

"On my window sill." You state. "Whoever's stalking me wanted to make sure that I knew it. I'm not gonna wait for their next move. I'm going to take those pictures to the police."

“Don’t bother.” Jotaro says a little too quickly.

"Why not? I need to..."

He cut you off.

“The police won't be able to do much. Stalking cases are tricky and require a lot more evidence than just a few pictures. We don't even have a suspect, so they won't have anything to go on except for what you tell them.” he says.

“So what am I gonna do then?” you ask.

“I'll take care of it.” he says plainly.

Another few days pass and Jotaro hasn't told you much. You've been worrying and fretting but you know Jotaro wouldn't tell you that he'd take care of it unless he had some kind of plan. Sure enough, you found yourself playing the part of bait while Jotaro followed along behind you in secret. You could spot him every now and then behind parked cars and buildings; black coat fluttering in the wind. It gave you a sense of calm even though you could feel that extra presence behind you. You didn't bother to look behind you. You knew you wouldn't see anything. Finally, just when the tension was getting unbearable, you heard someone yelp and you whirled around to see Jotaro holding your friend up by his collar.

"Jotaro? What on earth...?" you said, wondering why Jotaro was attacking your friend. Unless... no. It couldn't be!

“Empty your bag.” Jotaro said. It was a command not a request. Your very frightened and confused friend let his book bag drop from his shoulder. Its contents spilled out onto the sidewalk. Among the items were more pictures of you and your diary.

"It was you!" you shouted, unable to believe your friend could be guilty of something like stalking.

Your friend tried to defend himself. He tried to convince you that he had no idea how that stuff got in his bag. When Jotaro asked him why he was following you, he just said that he was going to the convenience store to buy some sodas . He didn't even know that it was you in front of him. You weren't buying it and neither was Jotaro. The taller male grabbed your former friend by the hair and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"I don't know what your game is, but if I catch you anywhere near her again, they'll have to use your dental record to identify you when I'm through with you."

The statement wasn't a threat or even a promise. It was a guarantee.

Jotaro dropped the boy to the sidewalk where he scrambled to gather up his things before running for the hills. Jotaro glared after the boy long after he was out of sight. After a moment he turned to you and asked,

"You alright?"

"I-ah... no. Not really." you said.

You couldn't help but think back to all the times Jotaro gave the boy dirty looks whenever the two of you hung out.

"You knew, didn't you?" You ask.

“Knew what?” Jotaro says, placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He took a drag off it and blew the smoke into the sky.

"You knew about him. That's why you said you didn't like him. You knew he was a bad egg from the start." you say.

Jotaro just shrugs.

"I had a feeling, yeah."

You rub your hand down your face.

“Dammit! I should have listened to you. Your gut feelings have never been wrong before. Not back in Egypt and not now. I should've stopped hanging around him the moment you said you didn't like him!” You say with a huff of frustration.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. You couldn't have known." Jotaro says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

You stand there, fidgeting. Your emotions are going haywire. You feel betrayed by your friend, angry at yourself for not seeing the signs sooner, and oh so grateful to Jotaro for always being so reliable.

Jotaro's hand on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Why don't you come over to my place for dinner. I can get Mom to make that stuff you like.” Jotaro offered.

"Yeah. That sounds good." you say.

Jotaro smiles to himself as the two of you begin the walk towards his house.

That went smoother than he thought it would. It took a little bit of time to set it up but it worked out beautifully. Of course it was him that had been stalking you and taking the pictures. He knew your Stand's abilities and weaknesses like he knew Star Platinum's. It was as easy to avoid its notice as it was for him to avoid yours. Having his Stand get his hands on your diary was even easier. All he had to do was hang around outside your window until you went to sleep and have Star Platinum grab the diary from your desk drawer. Of course he read it. He couldn't help himself. He was delighted to know about your little crush on him. After that, all he had to do was place the pictures on the window sill for you to find. As for framing your deadbeat friend? It was a simple matter of having Star Platinum slip the “evidence” into his bag when no one was looking at the end of the school day. Of course, there was the danger of him finding the diary and the pictures, but what would he say about it? If he brought it to your attention he would essentially be doing Jotaro's work for him. Setting up the “stalker trap” was a little bit tricky, but it was a simple matter of having you walk down a path he knew your friend took on a regular basis. He always went to that particular store to get sodas at that particular time. The rest was child's play.

Jotaro had decided at some point during that 50 day trip that you were his. You had no incentive to join the hunt for DIO at all. You weren’t a Joestar descendant. You weren’t a friend of the family, and Jotaro hadn’t saved your life, so you didn’t owe him anything. You were simply ready and willing to put your life on the line to help a classmate save his mother’s life. That’s all, and that meant something.

Jotaro wasn’t about to hand you over to some wormy little nobody that just showed up out of nowhere. You belonged to him. He already decided.

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