#DIU x reader

[brandoscomet]

Tumblr’s bugging so this works—Hello!! I love everything so far, blog, writing and all!!

I’d like to request something for the jjba universe. I’d like to know how stand users (of your choice) would react to a reader that is basically a Stand Whisper. Like no matter what they can understand stands and treat them as individuals (i.e console them, relay messages to their users, scold them, etc.). When asked about it they have the philosophy of “You both are two sides of the same coin, and each side deserves a say. In a sense you are both brothers/sisters, and you should be working as one rather than the other doing the legwork.”

Have fun with this one and get creative!! ^^ Happy writing!!

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I was so confused when I first read this, apparently I had two 💊nons and didn't even realize!! The one who didn't request this changed their emoji though, so there's no more confusion when it comes to requesting anymore. Whoops!

This was such an interesting request! I think the hardest part of this one was figuring out who I wanted to write about, haha. I have wayyyy too many favorites to just pick one, but I decided on Rohan. I was originally going to write about him and Fugo, but I just got so into writing Fugo's part that it turned into a fic in itself. I'm going to post it separately but I'll make sure to mention the original request again so everyone knows where the idea came from!

Stand Whisperer - Kishibe Rohan x Reader

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As soon as he found out about your ability, he was very intrigued. Since stands are the manifestation of one's very soul, he wondered what his stand conveyed to you that he couldn't. He was very curious about how his stand reacted when you spoke to it. He half wanted to genuinely know more about the deepest parts of himself, half wanted to use it as inspiration for his manga. He found it very charming how you treated Heaven's Door as it's own entity rather than an extension of Rohan's own subconscious. Additionally, he wondered if you got along better with his stand than you did with him. A weird thing to think about, he's aware of that, but it was more out of genuine curiosity than jealousy or anything like that.

"Y/N," He'd say questioningly. "I'm thinking about what to do for the next volume of Pink Dark Boy, but I can't think of an interesting plot twist for this release, and I really want it to be dramatic. Can you ask Heaven's Door if it has any ideas?"

Oddly enough, as self-absorbed as he might be sometimes, he cares very deeply about his stand and wants to know how it works, since he has a way to hear things directly from it now. He's a bit worried about it revealing some of his innermost thoughts and feelings to you, though. Not for any particular reason, he's just a bit peeved that his stand could possibly give out information that he doesn't want to reveal.

He finds your ability and the way you view stands very intriguing because it differs from how most other stand users view their spiritual counterparts. Most users see their stands as merely a tool, a weapon perhaps, but you see them as nearly separate "people", and he found that very enlightening. Through interacting with you, he's realized that in the same way injuries to his stand affect him, the way his stand feels emotionally takes a bit of a toll on him, as well. It makes sense, because after all, It's a physical manifestation of his soul, so of course it's emotions would carry over to him, if even a little bit. He sees keeping his stand happy as an extended form of self-care, and appreciates your help in knowing what's up with his inner self.

One thing he will NOT listen to either you, nor Heaven's Door, about is how his beef with Morioh's teenagers is weird. He's a grown man getting clowned by a couple delinquents? Not only that, but he's a famous mangaka, and has a million better things to think about? You and HD agree whole-heartedly about it, but if you tell Rohan he won't hear it. He has a million excuses as to why "the youth in this town" (Josuke) are the most insufferable "people" (just one person. And it's Josuke) he's ever had to deal with, and it's absolutely NOT just because "they" (Josuke) "foiled his perfect source of information" (saved Koichi from essentially being held hostage by beating the snot out of Rohan in his own home.) Rohan is pretty mature until he's not. He's a mean teenage girl trapped in the body of a 20 year old man. You and Heaven's Door definitely poke fun at his childish feud together. It's a good bonding experience.

He definitely bugs you for writing inspiration (and gossip) though. He'll occasionally ask you how other people's stands are doing, and if you tell him he'll make a passing comment about it. Is it probably wrong and a breach of privacy? Yeah. But it's funny hearing Rohan go, "Well, maybe if he wasn't such a rude, insolent moron, his stand wouldn't tell you things like that behind his back," while knowing fully well that Heaven's Door complains about Rohan to you as well. But you'd never tell him that. You'd never hear the end of it from him.

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[agsbf]

Haha, como é divertido quando você vira a nova obsessão de uma yandere que tentou te matar. [Yukako X Reader]

Sinopse: Após ter sido sequestrada pela Yukako depois da estudante presumir que você possuía algum interesse romântico pelo Koichi, em uma tentativa de se manter viva acaba inventando uma mentirinha benevolente que na verdade tinha uma queda por ela. Posteriormente, ao ser rejeitada pelo rapaz, Yamagishi percebe que talvez sua outra alternativa não seja tão ruim assim, embora precise de uns reparos.

{Avisos: comportamento yandere, sequestro, ameaça, palavrões e menções a violência.}

Lentamente abriu seus olhos percebendo estar em um local desconhecido, muito provavelmente um porão devido à falta de janelas e a umidade presente contribuidora de musgos no piso gasto de madeira, além das paredes. O ambiente era escuro, sendo iluminado por uma única lâmpada incandescente que estava pendurada no teto, seu receptáculo sendo segurado por fios gastos e desfiados a poucos metros de sua cabeça. De maneira resumida, o tipo de lugar que algum personagem de filme slasher mataria suas vítimas. 

Você riu desse pensamento descritivo estranhamente específico, talvez fosse sua mente tentando te distrair da péssima situação em que se encontrava, uma forma de se acalmar perante o cheiro da morte iminente, também havia a possibilidade de não ser do tipo que dava muito valor a vida, se irá morrer de qualquer jeito por qual razão fazer disso um espetáculo? Se remoer em arrependimento e pena não adiantaria muita coisa, no máximo um entretenimento gratuito para seu sequestrador. A diversão explicaria muita coisa na verdade, seu corpo inteiro estava dolorido, principalmente seu pescoço que parece ter sido estrangulado. O criminoso tinha força e poderia ter lhe matado se quisesse, isso é fato, estar viva agora prova que o cara te queria acordada, provavelmente pela adrenalina de ver o medo em seus olhos e apreciar a incapacidade devido as amarras da cadeira que prendiam seus membros, saboreando o desespero.  

Um som de porta se abrindo pôde ser ouvida, parece que o assunto chegou. Porém, ao invés de um velho barbado ou delinquentes juvenis, tudo que viu foi uma jovem de pele clara, cabelos pretos longos e ondulados, além do uniforme de sua escola. Você tem a sensação de que já a viu antes, sim, definitivamente a conhece de sobressaio, qual o nome dela? Anaku? Yunako? Lukako? Alguma merda assim. 

A garota se aproximou lentamente de você, cada passo trazendo uma espécie de peso ao ar já naturalmente tenso, possivelmente resultado da aura sombria que acompanhava a jovem. Seu rosto estava estóico, a princípio parecendo desprovido de qualquer emoção, mas podia sentir aquele ódio ardente presente nos olhos violeta destinado a ti. No mínimo irônico, as posições deviam estar invertidas e ela ser quem recebia o olhar de desprezo, todavia tanto faz, verbalizar tamanha importante observação não serviria para nada que não seja estressá-la mais. 

Finalmente seus passos param, a sequestradora estava a poucos centímetros de distância de sua cadeira.  

'YUKAKO!' Você pensa consigo mesma, finalmente se lembrando do nome dela. 

A estudante leva sua mão direita a suas bochechas, apertando-as enquanto te obriga a olhar para cima, em sua direção. 

"Escute vadia." Ela começa, tão delicada quanto um cavalo. "Você não estaria nessa situação se tivesse ficado longe do Koichi." Esclarece a jovem com tom repleto de veneno e repulsa, tomada pelo ciúme. 

Enquanto isso, a garota amarrada antes com medo, tem suas emoções substituídas por incredulidade pela situação. A única razão pela qual foi sequestrada provou ser uma mísera interação com um garoto de sua classe? Pelo menos esperava que Koichi estivesse devendo para um agiota e estivessem pensando que eram amigos, caso a Yukako estivesse fazendo isso por paixão deixaria a situação mais cômica. 

"Ele é meu." A sequestradora completa.  

'Que humilhante da sua parte.' Queria adicionar, mas testar o humor dela não parecia uma escolha inteligente.  

Honestamente, essa tinha que ser a piada do século, alguma pegadinha maluca dirigida por algum programa de televisão sustentado por uma audiência mais idosa ou um conteúdo humorístico criado por algum youtuber com um fandom baseado em Yandere Simulator. Era muito inacreditável para ser real, contudo, a expressão enfurecida no rosto da jovem mostrava que ela estava falando sério. 

Por mais que quisesse fazer um comentário sarcástico pela situação, ainda tinha um pouco de amor a vida, decidindo optar por tentar apaziguar sua sequestradora em uma tentativa de sair viva da situação. 

“Não tenho nenhum interesse no seu namorado. Todas nossas interações não foram nada menos que mera cordialidade.” Afirmou calmamente apesar da ameaça presente. Em nenhum momento mentiu, todas as linhas de diálogo que tiveram eram puramente oriundas de projetos escolares, não possuía nem ao menos vontade de pertencer ao grupo de amigos dele e vice-versa. Ainda assim, Yukako não parecia satisfeita, na verdade sua resposta indiferente apenas serviu para estimular o mau humor da ondulada, que novamente gritou: 

“Mentirosa! Reconheço um olhar de paixão quando vejo um!” A problemática te acusou, claramente exaltada.  

‘Um olhar de paixão, hein?’ Refletiu consigo mesma, não era o cenário ideal para trabalhar, mas poderia fazer alguma coisa com isso.  

Sua boca se ergueu em um sorriso irônico direcionado a estudante, junto com um leve bater de cílios. Sua expressão de adoração enquanto forçava uma voz igualmente doce, o tipo de estereótipo ‘garota popular quebradora de corações’ presente em filmes adolescentes com alguma lição de moral clichê. 

“Quem disse que o olhar de paixão era para ele?” A questionou, fazendo com que a garota erguesse uma de suas sobrancelhas, tanto por choque quanto por dúvida. 

“O que quer dizer com isso?” Claramente ela não sabia onde você queria chegar. 

“A pessoa pela qual meu coração bate, é você Yukako.” Antes que qualquer resposta pudesse ser falada, decidiu adicionar justificativas para soar mais convincente. “adoro absolutamente tudo sobre você, desde a forma que seu cabelo balança sob o vento, até como franze levemente a testa quando está zangada. Estou dando tudo de mim para não me afogar em lágrimas ao descobrir que seu coração já está reivindicado.” Exclamou teatralmente, deixando-a sem palavras e com aquela expressão séria típica no rosto, antes dela se recompor e afirmar friamente: 

“Desculpe, mas não sinto o mesmo.” 

“Eu imaginava isso.” Fingiu uma face triste, porém compreensiva, não querendo que ela imaginasse na possibilidade de que se te deixasse viva, mataria o rapaz por ciúmes. 

Sua sequestradora te soltou, ainda te dando uma carona de carro como pedido de desculpas e alguns remédios de dor muscular pelo estrago que fez em seu pescoço. Ligar para a polícia quando estivesse em casa nem sequer passou pela sua cabeça, ser o alvo de vingança dela novamente não era uma experiência que gostaria de ter. 

Então por que o destino tende a ser uma puta? 

Algumas semanas haviam se passado, sua rotina voltou ao normal e periodicamente encontrava Yukako de sobressaio. Vocês nunca mais se falaram, tanto pela estranheza de todo seu primeiro encontro quanto pela falta de necessidade de iniciar um diálogo.  

Atualmente, você e sua melhor amiga Harumi, estavam conversando no portão do colégio. Nada realmente importante, apenas conversa fiada típica de adolescente, pois as aulas acabaram há alguns minutos, mas sua carona ainda não havia chegado. Harumi, como sua fofoqueira favorita, comenta: 

“Você viu que o Koichi terminou com a Yukako?” Isso foi o suficiente para que qualquer resquício de sua atenção que não estivessem em Umi fosse direcionado a ela. 

“Espere! O quê?!” Gritou um pouco mais alto do que o considerado normal pelo choque da notícia súbita. A verdade seja dita, motivos para o rompimento do relacionamento era o que não faltava, mesmo assim, não esperava que o casal tivesse uma duração tão curta. 

“Fiquei assim também quando ouvi a notícia, menina!” Exclamou, antes de continuar o assunto. “Supostamente a Yamagishi hospitalizou uma garota que conversou com ele. Então eles terminaram e a barraqueira fez uma cirurgia no ‘Cinderela’ para conseguir atrai-lo de novo, mas o Koichi disse não.” 

“Nossa, complicado viu?” Você adicionou enquanto balançava a cabeça. Essa informação não te impressiona nem um pouco, mas dada a natureza reclusa de Yukako decidiu fingir-se ignorante. 

“Enfim, mas quem somos nós para julgar?” sua amiga disse, mesmo com uma expressão que indicava tudo menos neutralidade. Uma buzina foi ouvida, rapidamente se despediu, pois, sua carona chegou.  

Ao finalmente estar em casa, podia sentir uma aura diferente pairando o ar, apesar de tudo estar exatamente do mesmo lugar, intocado até, estava se sentindo observada. 

Optou por ignorar, seguindo sua rotina. 

Caminhando em direção ao quarto, deitou-se confortavelmente na cama, fechando os olhos para algumas horas de descanso merecido.  

Todavia, ao acordar, não estava mais naquele pequeno cômodo com nada mais que um futon, escrivaninha e guarda-roupa. Definitivamente não, o local era muito mais luxuoso, os edredons limpos com estampas simples e muitos travesseiros, quantia necessária para 5 pessoas no mínimo. Diferente da última vez, em que estava amarrada, seus membros estavam completamente livres, sentou-se na cama agradável e colocou o pé no chão, desfrutando da bela sensação de calor oriunda do material felpudo do tapete. 

Não! Isso não estava certo! Quem diabos lhe trouxe para cá? Será que... 

“Vejo que acordou. Dormiu bem?” Olhando em direção a voz, se revelou ser aquela pessoa que tanto temia: Yukako Yamagishi. Optou pelo silêncio, ela não parecia feliz com sua falta de resposta. 

“Não responder quando te perguntam é deveras rude, mas acho que não deveria esperar menos de alguém que fofoca por detrás das minhas costas” Você se sentiu pequena, diferente da última vez, em que bastou algumas palavras doces para apaziguar a garota, agora seria diferente, sabendo que a irritou demais por uma simples conversa. 

“Eu posso explicar!” Ainda que tentasse formar uma explicação, a estudante não estava nem um pouco interessada, apenas se aproximando lentamente como fez semanas atrás. De maneira delicada, colocou seus dedos em seu queixo, lhe fazendo olhar para ela: 

“Não estou brava.” sua expressão dizia o contrário. “Mas não se fala de sua amante pelas costas. Acredito que terei que te ensinar como ser uma boa namorada, já que seu comportamento é de uma vadia fútil.” 

Você estava ferrada. 

[sl33paholics]

Hello, You really surprised me with how detailed you wrote about this fandom. This is something really wow.You are the third person I found on this Tumblr. If requests are still open, can I request about Jotaro, Polnareff and Josuke With a fem s/o reader who is very sexy but innocent and cute (like Bimbo) only she doesn't realize that many people like her. Please~ a little bit nsfw maybe ( It's up to you )

Love love from me to you

Keep Your Eyes In A Different Direction

The JoJos x bimbo!fem!reader

Characters include: Jotaro (p3), Polnareff (p3), and Josuke (p4)

Warning(s): slight nsfw (mentions of female body partz)

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes, Josuke wonders how he ever bagged you.

I mean, look at you! Such a beautiful body, such a perfect ass. And those cheekbones…as if you were birthed to be the next top super-model in history. Those legs, though, are probably the most sinful things he's ever seen. And your skin…whenever touching it, it's smooth like silk.

It's difficult. It's difficult for Josuke to control the looming perverted eyes of his fellow male classmates at school and those drunk old-heads whenever you two are hanging out after school. It's hard not to think about what would happen if he could get you alone somewhere and take off all that gorgeous clothing. If he could lick the gloss from your lips and feel the softness of your skin beneath him. If he could kiss every inch of your body and feel every one of yours shudder with pleasure under his hands.

Josuke knows you have a reputation at school, just like him, so many admirers wanting to be your boyfriend or some other crazy shit like that. You're popular, and that makes you even more desirable. Even more of an object of desire. And yet, they couldn't. They boys know you two are together. A couple. Officially. But still, they can never bring themselves to do anything but stare at you while you walk across campus.

You're such a fucking tease. How dare you smile at every boy who looks at you in such a way? How could you possibly engage in conversation with boys whose obviously making moves on you and mistake it for a friendly interaction, only for Josuke to grab you by the wrist and pull you away. The worst part is that you don't see anything wrong with what the boys are constantly gawking and staring at you like a zoo animal, if he had the balls to do it, he would make-out in front of them to get his message across.

Although you may be a bit on the ditzy side, he still adores you. Josuke would do literally anything for you. Anything at all. Including getting caught up in some dumbass drama with the guys at school, trying to prove they won't get their hands on you, just so Josuke can get your attention.

Jotaro Kujo

You're his EVERYTHING.

After that long journey from Egypt, the man became a whole new person. As if he wasn't already before after being released from jail.

He needs your undivided attention all the time. Jotaro would never show any weakness in front of you or anybody for that matter, but for him to just squeeze you in an embrace when nobody was looking is something very intimate. Jotaro's just not like that with everyone else who can't handle your touch, but with you, he has nothing to hide. And it is so precious to see him open up, tell you everything about himself and everything. It's as if he's been holding it back since the start.

Jotaro wants to squeeze your big ole thighs every time he hugs you. He wants to bury his face in your neck and sighs happily into it. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek lovingly while his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer. Jotaro looks at you with a gaze as soft as the clouds. Hence, when returning to school, Jotaro has been more snappy than ever. Don't get it twisted. No one has DARED to ever approach you once it became known to everyone in the building that you and Jotaro were dating before sudden unfortunate events that had him away for days. He noticed that the boys suddenly got an ego boost. Everyone just assumed that the two of you "broke up" now those simps were getting all lovey dovey towards you.

Instead of telling them off, Jotaro was dumbfounded and reasonably upset when you would engage back with the boys with a teasing tone, a tone that you probably didn't know that was feeding into their egos. All it took for Jotaro was to stand behind you and look down at those boys with murderous intent before they would run off, scuttling like frightened rats.

Jotaro isn't too fond of showing PDA but he would definitely squeeze your ass to get how he's feeling about you to anyone point blank clear as day, and to remind you of your place when it comes to him.

It's no secret that Jotaro has a hard time expressing himself. With someone like yourself, you can easily understand that. You both have different personalities, so you might find yourself constantly struggling to make sense of what Jotaro wants. Jotaro's a complex guy, but he loves you anyway. Someone as pure and gorgeous like yourself, he's always going to protect you like his life depends on it.

Jean Pierre-Polnareff

The connection between you two is strong.

Considering the traumatic 50 day trip he had to endure, getting revenge on his sister, and being able to survive, you were like a new breath of fresh air that man even needed.

Both of you are romantic. Sexy. Outstandingly outgoing. As if it was fate that pulled you two together for you guys to meet in his home-country and begin a new relationship.

However, Jean noticed how much in the country of love, you weren't safe. No, there were just too many...unhinged men gawking at you whenever you guys went out. You would always enage back, because why not? You wouldn't want to look rude when someone is talking to you.

This irked Jean too much. Is this what it felt like to be jealous? To have people constantly hit on you? To ignore the fact that your partner is literally RIGHT THERE and still had the nerve to talk crazy? Oh, his poor heart and soul didn't like this venom feeling. Always expect Jean to make a whole scene just to embarass the guy and show him how annoying he really is and disturbing your evening with your precious boyfriend. He'd be talking about it all the way until the two of you get home.

Being intimate behind closed doors or in public doesn't concern this bubbly French man one bit! Jean loves to show you off to anyone and everyone in his presence, but he's very proud that he is the only person who gets to see you as you truly are: a caring, compassionate, beautiful woman. And yes, he'll do that again and again, just for the sake of showing that he loves you.

From the way he'll dress you up all nicely just to slowly and gently ruin you. How you can never tell what is going on in Jean's mind and how hard he works in every aspect of life just to prove to you that he will never treat you badly. That everything will turn out alright, because he is yours forever.

And those kisses that he's so desperate to give, Jean keeps asking you to give him so that he could feel better. Like they're some sort of therapy for his soul or something. The way the two of you would kiss for hours, with nothing else in between. How long it took for you both to calm down from the intensity of the passion and how his lips would always be covered in a layer of lipstick. It was adorable how embarrassed you are by these things. But also very sexy the way both of your stomachs would flutter with butterflies no matter how long the relationship lasted.

[genesiswrld]

Me casually about to add jojos on my blurbs masterlist🤭🥴

[naomijoestar]

Can I request GN! Reader having this MASSIVE crush on Okuyasu and everyone is feeling second hand embarrassment bc its ONLY Okuyasu the one that does not notice??? Ty!!! (Bonus if Okuyasu thinks GN! Reader has a crush on Josuke and that's why they are always hanging around them)

Masterlist here <3

Hello sugar! So sorry for the late reply, I hope you enjoy, this was quite rushed but I feel bad for not being active so I wanted to give you all something <3

Reader crushing on clueless okuyasu

Josuke could barely keep his composure as he watched you, once again, fumble through yet another painfully obvious attempt at flirting with Okuyasu. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion… agonizing yet impossible to look away from.

“Wow, Oku, you’re looking really good today,” you said, leaning in slightly, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

Okuyasu, who was mid bite into his sandwich, barely spared you a glance. “Huh? Oh, thanks! I finally cleaned my jacket, so I guess it looks fresher.” He grinned, completely oblivious to the dreamy way you were staring at him. “You should wash yours too; might help.”

Josuke physically recoiled. Koichi, standing next to him, buried his face in his hands.

“Damn it,” Josuke muttered under his breath.

Koichi peeked up, shaking his head. “I can’t watch this anymore, Josuke. It’s painful.”

“I know, man. I know.”

For weeks—no, months—you had been making it painfully obvious that you were crushing hard on Okuyasu. You laughed at all his jokes (even the bad ones). You complimented him every chance you got. You always sat next to him, found excuses to hang around, even went out of your way to bring him his favorite snacks.

But the biggest problem? Okuyasu absolutely did not get it.

Even worse—he had somehow convinced himself that all your efforts, all your attention, all your adoring gazes were actually directed at Josuke.

“Man, Josuke, I gotta say,” Okuyasu said one day while you were off getting drinks for everyone, “I think they have a huge thing for you.”

Josuke choked on his own spit. “WHAT?!”

Koichi nearly dropped his books.

“Yeah, think about it, bro! They’re always hanging around us, they always laugh at your jokes—even the ones that aren’t funny.”

“They laugh at your jokes too, you idiot!” Josuke argued, exasperated.

“Nah, but, like, they really look at you all dreamy and stuff,” Okuyasu said, completely confident in his incorrect deduction. “Like, just the other day, they were staring at you while you were fixing your hair in the mirror. I swear they had heart eyes, bro.”

Josuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “OKUYASU. THEY WERE LOOKING AT YOU.”

Koichi nodded in agreement. “Seriously, I don’t know how you’re not seeing it.”

“Yeah, okay,” Okuyasu scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Next you’re gonna tell me that all those times they brought me snacks, they were actually flirting.”

Josuke and Koichi shared a long, pained look.

It all came to a head one afternoon when you decided, screw it, I’m making my feelings KNOWN.

You, Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi were all hanging out at the café. You had spent the past twenty minutes hyping yourself up internally, determined to finally break through Okuyasu’s wall of obliviousness.

“Okay, Oku,” you started, leaning forward slightly with a small smirk. “I have a very serious question for you.”

Okuyasu blinked. “Yeah?”

Josuke and Koichi exchanged a knowing look.

You took a deep breath. “If I asked you out on a date, would you say yes?”

Koichi gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Josuke had to restrain himself from physically shaking Okuyasu.

Okuyasu, meanwhile, stared at you for a long moment. Then, his face broke into a wide, completely unbothered grin.

“Oh!! You’re so funny! That’s a good one.” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Man, if you actually meant that, I’d probably die of shock”

Silence.

The world itself seemed to pause.

Josuke looked like he was about to explode. Koichi had buried his face in his arms, muffling a pained groan.

You, meanwhile, simply sat there, frozen in place. You weren’t sure whether to cry, scream, or just accept your fate as the most tragic fool in Morioh.

Josuke couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his hands on the table, making everyone jump. “OKUYASU.”

“Huh? What’s up, bro?”

Josuke jabbed a finger toward you. “They LIKE YOU. YOU. Not me. YOU.”

Okuyasu blinked. “Wait, what?”

Koichi lifted his head just enough to stare at him in disbelief. “Okuyasu. You can’t be serious.”

Okuyasu looked back and forth between the three of you, utterly confused. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you guys saying…” He turned to you, wide-eyed. “You actually like me? Like, like like?”

You inhaled sharply through your nose. “YES, OKUYASU.”

Okuyasu sat there, processing. Then, slowly, he grinned.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, wow! That makes so much sense now!” He scratched the back of his head, laughing sheepishly. “Damn, I really thought you liked Josuke!”

Josuke let out a noise that sounded half like a strangled scream and half like a wheeze.

Koichi looked ready to drop dead from secondhand embarrassment.

You, meanwhile, simply buried your face in your hands.

Okuyasu, however, was still laughing to himself. “Wow, lol, this is actually kinda cool! You liking me, I mean.” He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment before grinning widely at you. “Wanna go out sometime, then?”

You peeked up from between your fingers, exhausted. “…Yes, Okuyasu.”

“Sweet! Oh, man, this is gonna be awesome!”

Josuke groaned, slumping forward onto the table. “I hate you so much, dude.”

Koichi let out a long, suffering sigh.

But despite everything, despite the frustration, the sheer agony of watching this whole thing unfold…

You couldn’t help but smile. Okuyasu finally got it. And honestly? That was all that mattered.

I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the late reply

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[kookysouthernskeleton]

May Writing Challenge Day 15: Coffee at Midnight (Jotaro Kujo x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 407

A cup of coffee sits on the small dining room table, steam swirling above the rim of the mug and into the cool air. A few feet away, the kitchen window sits open to let in the breeze. A figure leans against the frame, and smoke blows from his lips to surround his head of messy, black locks. 

The city was alive and well outside of the window with the sound of cars passing by and the chatter of goers who enjoyed the night life drifting up towards the apartment window. 

A voice from behind him breaks the silence.

“Jotaro?”

He glances over his shoulder to take in your sleep ridden appearance while silently admiring the way your nightgown clings to your figure. Jotaro even enjoyed the way your half-lidded eyes could barely focus on him and the way your hair stuck out in all directions due to your bedhead. 

But it all felt so… unreal.

Jotaro recalled the events that took place a mere years ago in Egypt and the eventual success that came with so much loss. It wasn’t something he talked about ever. 

Nor did you ask about it. That was another thing he liked about you. You respected his wishes and didn’t poke and prod in areas of his life he wanted to keep hidden. Besides, he doubted you would even believe him.

How Jotaro ended up with someone like you, he would never know. He used to think love was a concept found only in fairy tales or just wasn’t something meant for him. Yet here he was sharing an apartment with the woman he loved standing right before him.

You shift from one foot to the other, and Jotaro returns his gaze to outside the window before he responds.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

A tired smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you pad over to where he’s resting against the window with a cigarette in hand. Your gaze falls to the fresh cup of coffee that sits on the table.

“And you thought coffee was going to help you fall back to sleep?” you tease. 

Jotaro rolls his eyes. 

“Fair enough,” you concur as you busy yourself with making a second cup of coffee, determined to keep him some company no matter how late it was.

“Coffee at midnight is the best anyways.”

And with that, Jotaro finds himself slightly smiling out of the window.

Oh, how right you were.

[shreddheir]

you have your head up your ass if you think Yoshikage Kira respects women in any way shape or form

[inkpot909]

Jealousy Headcanons: Duwang Gang

↳ Characters included are Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, and Rohan Kishibe. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Hinted to take place after the death of Yoshikage Kira.

A/n: What a beautiful duwang! Real talk, I’ve been wanting to write a headcanon list for this group for a long time, now. Bless these boys, none of them (except for Koichi) know what they’re doing. I really hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence and swearing.

Josuke Higashikata

-> The Silent

The immediate feeling that washes over Josuke after realizing he’s become jealous is guilt.

If he has the luxury of being alone, he’ll pace around his bedroom while entertaining a lengthy argument with himself. It takes everything in him not to raise a hand up to his mouth and press a nail or two between clenched teeth. There’s a game of tug of war occurring inside his head and he’s nothing if not a slave to fully investing himself in the conflict.

If he isn’t alone, and especially if he’s with you, there is seemingly no dent made in his chill persona. Not a single person around him would be able to tell the internal conflict running through his mind. Not even you.

His usually relaxed thoughts are disrupted with an ocean of insecurity. “What if” questions plaguing him and internally souring his mood.

It’s a foreign feeling for him to experience. Especially considering you tend to bring out a very proud side of his personality. Ever since he started going out with you, everyday life has only gotten brighter.

And although he’d never be caught mentioning it out loud, there’s a part of him that’s mindful of the fact that usually he’s the one others grow jealous of.

He’s running in mental circles, a back and forth. Agonizing over just the idea of being jealous between taking the brunt of his emotions all at once.

All while he says absolutely nothing on the matter.

He may end up distancing himself for a day or two depending on just how lost in his own head he gets. He doesn’t seek out your company, and that’ll be the only telltale sign of how he’s truly feeling.

Even then, whenever you do see him, nothing appears to be wrong. He’ll smile at you all the same. His tone is cheerful as ever, and there’s no falter present in his laugh.

Because he can’t help but be ashamed for feeling this way, he’ll do anything in his power to make sure you don’t notice. He’ll continue to play the part of your never bothered, always cheery boyfriend.

He will only bring up his dilemma to Koichi.

Being involved in a relationship himself, Josuke figures he would best understand his point of view. He does his best to hear him out (he did go to him, after all), but Koichi telling him that it’s unhealthy to internalize how he’s feeling isn’t going to get Josuke to budge.

Josuke knows you’re loyal. He does trust you... so how could he possibly compromise that trust by mentioning something as silly as jealousy? Being open and honest is usually his go to. He tells you everything. But this...? There’s a little voice in his head telling him not to. And not even sound advice from a close friend can get him to stop listening.

If you’re observant enough to catch onto him avoiding you while simultaneously greeting you as if nothing’s wrong, bringing it up bluntly will finally force him to open his damn mouth.

He’s nervous; more nervous than he’s ever been around you in the past. It doesn’t take long before the word vomit starts pooling from his mouth, littered between a plethora of apologies. His eyes never meet yours until he’s done talking, hands continuously picking and pulling at one another.

Believe it or not, talking it through with you actually helps! Who knew? Certainly not Josuke.

After that first incident, dealing with his jealousy becomes a lot more manageable. Although it doesn’t happen often, it still does happen.

And he’s still not inclined to make a scene if he can help it.

Josuke’s opinion of guys who freak out on their partner or anyone who they feel threated by- even by the loosest stretch of the imagination -is very low. He will certainly talk to you about it, but in private and merely to express his emotions rather than to criticize you in any way.

The only real exception to this, is if someone’s actively hitting on you and repeatedly not taking the hint. How he approaches the situation largely depends on you.

If you’re not afraid of confrontation, he’s going to be at your side with a smug expression on his face the entire time. Your ability to stand up for yourself can make him melt on the spot. He lets you go at it, watching you with a smile brimming with puppy love. He just cannot help but fawn over how cool you are.

Once you’ve made your point, he’ll happily back you up lightheartedly. Even to the point of mocking the person who dared to ignore every “no” you threw their way. People like that deserve to get knocked down a peg, and Josuke’s eager to help.

If you’re more meek in approaching these situations, and tend to shoot Josuke glances pleading for his aid, he’s happy to help. It feeds into his ego a bit, honestly.

He’ll make a point to wrap an arm around you, throwing his best intimidating side-eye to the person daring to make you feel uncomfortable. Hell, he’ll even puff out his chest a little too.

Once again, he’s not above insulting them. His words are vicious and more than a little rude. He is a delinquent, after all.

Josuke isn’t a really fan of getting violent in these situations, though. The only reason he would get to that point is if the other person grows violent first and he needs to defend himself.

If they take it that far, they’re asking for it in his book. He doesn’t feel any need to use Crazy Diamond against something so trivial, more than a little confident in his own strength.

That said, if the flirtatious bastard is enough to make you really upset, he will use his stand to rearrange their appearance in an attempt to make you laugh. Yeah, it’s a bit twisted, but his youthful mischievousness is likely to earn him a smile from you.

That said, if someone flirts with you and tries to brush him off by dissing his hair- all cards are off the table. Openly flirting with you in front of him and dissing his hair? That person must have a death wish.

You may want to look away.

Okuyasu Nijimura

-> The Emotional

Unlike his best friend, Okuyasu wears his heart on his sleeve at all times.

Expressing emotions, even negative or embarassing ones, is not something he shies away from. No, not even in public.

When he first confessed his feelings to you, he was certainly more than a little shy. But when you gladly reciprocated, you’re positive the entirety of Morioh shook with his joyous response.

It’s because of this that Okuyasu experiencing jealousy is quite the roller-coaster of emotion. If he’s jealous, everyone and their mother will likely know.

His immediate response is confusion.

Not over how he’s feeling per se, but instead over what to do about it. Painfully aware of his own intellegence, he’ll agonize over how he should respond. Jealousy is rather complicated in his opinion, and his biggest concern is accidentally pushing you away via his reaction.

He is decisive, though, so it’s not something he’s going to mull it over for very long.

And if you’re right beside him, the likelihood of you diffusing his jealousy right in that very moment is quite high. So, although it’s not uncommon for him to be jealous, he’s quick to let it go.

In most cases, that’s where the story ends.

Sometimes, though, if the feeling is strong enough or if you’re not able to talk with him, it’ll go a bit further.

In those instances, the emotion that follows his confusion is anger. More accurately, it’s defensiveness masked with a display of frustration.

It’s written all over his face, eyebrows furrowing and eyes turning sharp. The delivery of his words are rather harsh and unfiltered (well, more than usual).

This anger won’t ever be directed at you, though. Okuyasu cares about you far too much.

If he can’t direct it at a specific individual that’s (according to him) the source of his jealousy, he’ll instead grow angry with himself. Mainly because his jealousy stems from an insecure belief that he’s not good enough for you.

If he gets this upset, it’s best to leave him to let out his frustrations before going to speak with him on the matter. Hell, Josuke is a better support for Okuyasu when he’s dealing with the bulk of his emotions.

Not much time is needed; no more than a day. And because he respects you greatly, if you give him that tiny- yet definitely needed -space, he’ll gladly hear you out with a fresher mindset.

Okuyasu is almost always going to be soothed by your affirmations.

Sweet words about how you’re with him because you want to be, and that nothing so small could form a wedge between the two of you, is very reassuring for him.

Jealousy is going to be more of a prevalent hurtle for the both of you to work on at the beginning of the relationship. He was still getting used to the idea that you really do like him as more than just a friend. It’s sweet, sure, but the insecurity is something the two of you work on together.

As time passes, and he digests the fact that you’re not going to leave him for the first person that flirtatiously glances your way, he cools off a lot. In fact, he starts having a hard time taking the people who hit on you seriously.

Namely, he’s going to laugh at any poor bastard trying to make a move on you. Because “Ha! Get a move on, loser! Can’t you see their taken?”

His mocking may not be as well-thought out as Josuke’s, but they can cut just as deep. And his delivery is almost always sure to bring a smile to your face. Okuyasu is always proud when he’s the cause of your glee.

That said, getting defensive is still a knee-jerk reaction at times. It only applies if someone doesn’t want to take “no” as an answer.

Doesn’t matter how capable you are in defending yourself, if someone pushes it, he’s quickly going to follow it up with threats. Partially out of affectionate protectiveness, and also in part because he likes to think of himself as your knight in shining armor.

He tries to be as suave as he can while threatening a stranger with a fist to the face. One second he’s throwing insults, the next he’s giving you a smile along with a cheeky wink.

As far as he’s concerned, someone messing with his boyfriend/girlfriend better be prepared for a pair of knuckles meeting harshly with their jaw.

Okuyasu’s like an angry dog barking loudly at anyone getting too close. Least you know no one will ever dare to mess with you for very long.

Koichi Hirose

-> The Logical

Out of everyone in the Duwang gang, Koichi is the least susceptible to jealousy. Actually, scratch that. He’s the least susceptible to jealousy in all of Morioh.

Especially after developing Echoes act 3, his thought process just doesn’t leave a lot of room for doubts in both you and himself.

If someone’s attempting to flirt with you, he’s more likely to grow annoyed rather than jealous.

He’ll throw them an unamused glance, eyebrow raised as if daring them to continue further. He’ll turn back to you, mentioning loudly enough for them to hear how obnoxious he finds their behavior to be. Returning the favor with a smile almost always does the trick, often prompting them to give up.

If they don’t, and press further, Koichi is prone to suggesting that the two of you go somewhere else. He never returns any animosity thrown towards him, not letting it get to him much. Yeah, they may be hurling low-hanging insults towards him, but he’s the one with you on his arm.

His casualness in those situations is so consistent to the point where Josuke and Okuyasu each comment on how they don’t understand it.

When a situation arises where they know they’d be jealous, the two just cannot wrap their head around how calm he is. Koichi merely laughs them off, almost finding their confusion to be amusing.

Koichi’s grown a lot, and he just can’t find it within himself to give into insecurities he considers unnecessary. All that, in his mind, should really be left in the past.

Adding to his confidence, is you yourself.

Koichi adores you, and would honestly trust you with his life. So why would he ever grow jealous of an old friend? What on earth could some random person at a party provide you in a short, two minute conversation that would warrant any defensiveness? Why would he feel threatened by a coworker? It’s not like he can tell you to avoid them.

In fact, he’s very aware of the fact that he can't tell you what to do in general. Or rather, he simply won’t. It’s not in his nature to be controlling or hover over you like that.

Not because you’ve brought it up or it's ever been an issue in the past. It’s simply because... that’s not a real relationship in his eyes. He’s not bossy or pushy- you started dating him because that was your decision at the end of the day. And that alone is enough proof to him that being jealous really isn’t worth it.

Now, if by some miracle he does grow jealous, it’s not going to last very long. Again, Koichi is just too levelheaded.

He is going to grow downcast, saddened by his own perspective of the situation. This is because he’ll only get to the point of jealousy if he believes you’ve returned someone’s advances- whether it was by word of mouth or something he saw with his own two eyes.

And because you care for him as earnestly as he does for you, his jealousy likely occurs due to an honest misunderstanding.

Koichi will approach you on the matter himself, and will do so calmly. Even if he saw something, he doesn’t want to become more upset before he hears what you have to say. After all, you’ve never disappointed him before.

Because of his strong trust in you, after he details his perspective on the matter, he asks that you explain your side of the situation to him.

Koichi’s demeanor is very controlled and polite, hiding a certain degree of genuine worry. He listens with baited breath, internally praying that he simply misread what happened.

And to his relief, that’s all it ever ends up being.

Just like that, the both of you are quickly back to normal. Worries evaporate from within his mind, and he’s back to his usual sweet self.

Genuinely the best boyfriend here, no contest.

Rohan Kishibe

-> The Denier

Oh, boy.

First thing’s first, it should be noted that The Great Rohan Kishibe does not grow jealous. It’s not even a question, and honestly, expecting him to explain such a thing is an insult. Men and women alike fawn over him; anyone would be lucky to have him. You’re lucky to have him.

And to his credit, Rohan really doesn’t grow jealous very often.

His confidence in himself may cross the line into narcissism, but it doesn’t lead him to give into jealousy very often.

Like Koichi, he knows that if you’re with him, it’s because you truly care. Even more so, considering Rohan knows (if only slightly) that he’s not the easiest person to be around.

Nope! He certainly doesn’t become jealous very often… not never, like he’s worked so hard to have you believe.

For Rohan to become jealous requires specific circumstances. Some random person approaching you at a party or bar isn’t going to pose much of a threat to his ego.

On the contrary, it feeds into his ego.

You’re a beautiful individual; it’s no question as to why others would try and approach you. But, of course, you always turn them away seeing as you’re already his.

In those instances, he’s as dismissive as Koichi, coupled with a tongue as sharp as Josuke’s. Rolling his eyes, wrapping an arm around you, straight up ignoring the person trying to talk to you, kissing you out of the blue- he’s got every weapon in his arsenal equipped to ensure you’re left alone.

If it gets to the point where you’re growing visibly nervous or uncomfortable, Rohan’s words are the nastiest you’ve ever seen. But the display isn’t necessarily out of jealousy, as it is out of shock and frustration that they’d persist. He’s not going to let anyone speak to you in such a way.

But when it pertains to an old friend, the one you were talking about meeting up with for a week straight... now that’s what makes his chest tighten.

Rohan’s going to be in a bad mood because of it, but it’s not too distinct from his usual behavior. No, he’s just a little more quiet than normal. And by the time you cheerfully tell him about seeing this friend of yours, he thinks he may go nuts.

Rohan’s immediate response is to completely shut himself out from everyone, while simultaneously denying any thought he has over being jealous in the first place.

The time he spends locked inside his office is insanely alarming.

At first, you question whether or not you should even say anything about it. Yes, you’re obviously concerned for his health, but Rohan falls into his exaggerated version of workaholic-mode from time to time. And you know him well enough to understand he requires a very careful approach to be pulled out of it.

No, what really warns you that something’s wrong, is that even Koichi asks you if Rohan is doing okay.

His concern takes you aback, and only makes your heart sink further when Josuke (of all people) speaks up about it as well. He’s a lot more reserved about showing any worry, but it’s enough to let you know that something is fundamentally off.

Prodding Rohan for an explanation is going to take a good while.

He’s so unused to feeling jealousy in any capacity that he outright refuses to even admit it to himself.

No, he just needs to work and not interact with anyone. Why? Because he has to; don’t question him. There’s so much he needs to do. You’re far too busy with your old friend in town to pay him any mind anyway.

And that’s exactly the sentiment you finally manage to pull from him.

He spits it out it with crossed arms, not once meeting your gaze. But it’s a mistake (in his mind), because it gets the cogs turning in your mind.

You end up realizing Rohan’s jealous before he does.

Affirmations that you love him is a must, and don’t even bring up the fact that he grew jealous- it would only continue to stir the pot. You know Rohan well, confident in how you choose your words when talking to him about it.

He refuses to give you any indication that he's listening, of course, but one brief glance your way cracks his hardened outer shell.

The look on your face... it initiates this weird sinking feeling deep inside his gut. Just thinking of could halt his movements.

Yes, realistically, he could just use his stand to check whether or not his concern is warranted.

But, for one thing, he’s already promised you he wouldn't do that to you. Setting boundaries is extremely important to Rohan, so he respects the ones you set in return. So much so that the thought of using Heaven’s Door on you doesn’t cross his mind once.

And that look on your face, soft and melancholy upon the realization that he’s been doubting you... he honestly doesn’t need to use his stand to know he's severely misread your relationship with your old friend.

His own ability to recognize how poorly he misunderstood the situation is something he figures he’ll have to unpack at a later time. In that moment, he was just relieved. He told you, rather stubbornly, that he supposes he was wrong. In own his weird, twisted way, that was how he apologized.

In short, being with you is a humbling experience for a person like Rohan and this instance of becoming jealous is certainly a part of that.

Weirdly enough, to his internal surprise, it’s ultimately a pleasurable development. Not like he’d ever tell you, though.

With the passage of time, he even lets you tease him over it. The two of you playfully go back and forth, bringing up times where you both got so jealous. It’s all in good fun, his confidence in your feelings for him stronger than ever.

In reality, him having a bit of humor about it is a clear sign that he’s growing into the relationship more and more. And him being able to be more transparent around you makes it easier for him to talk to you in the future if he gets that jealous again.

There’s still room for growth, but such things are almost always a gradual process for someone like Rohan.

That said, only you’re allowed to make any sort of teasing remarks about the whole ordeal. Anyone else isn’t worthy of doing so.

[cinamintyy]

Josuke x DIO's daughter reader:

A/N:This idea is so cool. This is really long but rushed in the end since I started this before the hiatus I took, but here it is finally. How you like it <33

CW: Reader is a stand user, parental death, I took a few creative liberties with the stand itself, fem reader, not proofread.

Dio was an okay father. He was mostly busy, though. Your mother died during your birth, and so he found out about you. Dio had sent one of his devotees to leave Egypt before the Crusaders arrived. You didn't understand why, but you listened to him since he was the only parent you knew, you never saw him again. You sorta just bounced around since after DIO died, the flesh bud he implanted into them killed them. So you bounced from foster home to foster home for about 2 years, some families were good and the others were... not so good. A few weeks before your sixth birthday, a sweet Japanese couple fostered you before deciding to permanently adopt you. And they moved you to Kanagawa. You were their only kid, so you had a good childhood. Except for the fact you had a figure that appeared when you turned ten, she was sweet and caused you no harm. And you could do so many cool things with her, yet no one would believe you when you would point at it. Eventually, people teased you about "being too old to have imaginary friends," or so they said, you stopped talking about her, and she was named Dancing Queen (courtesy of you). Later, you found out you could stop time. At first, you couldn't believe it since it was so short. But slowly, you could do it for about 3-4 seconds, as you used her to help you a lot in your everyday life. But outside of that, you resented the fact that only you could see her and did your best to live semi-normal. That's what happened to you in your last years of middle school. Your parents wanted you to have a peaceful high school life, so at the end of middle school, you moved to Morioh. The beginning of high school was on the rougher side, but what helped was the fact you were gorgeous (idgaf about what you say you are!). On the way to school, you witnessed a boy with a pompadour fight an older man, but were you the only one who could see the figures they used to fight? You know what? Never mind, you'd continue heading to school. But during school, you couldn't help but think about it, no matter how much you tried to take your mind off it. Yet later on that day, you saw a group of people gathered in front of a convenience store, as well as some policemen. You went over to watch what was going on, and you saw the boy again. There was a robbery turned hostage situation going on and the assailant had insulted his hair, and there it was again! A pink and blue figure and as though nothing happened the knife the assailant used was in his stomach. Afterward, you did your best to stay clear of the boy, whose name you later found out was Josuke. You mostly shunned your ability, to live normally, I mean even your time freezing became about 2-3 seconds from your neglect. You weren't going to let a person you haven't met ruin it.

That's how it went, at least for a week-. You saw Josuke at a new restaurant you had decided to try and before you left you both chatted and he was quite... charming. You both talked more and more as the weeks passed. He thought you weren't a stand user until for whatever reason he needed to use Crazy Diamond to fix something broken, you had walked into the room and made eye contact with his stand. He obviously questioned you and you genuinely liked him and wanted him to know so you told him, everything. There was something about him that seemed trustworthy. He told you about his nephew and that he knew who DIO was, you were shocked and told him you'd think about meeting him. A few days you had decided perhaps it would be best and told Josuke you wanted to meet him. After telling, Jotaro who you now knew him as, he got the SWF to do a DNA test on you to see if yours matched Dio's. (It did) You still decided that despite this you'd live your life as normally as possible until a little someone (Josuke) coaxed you into using your ability again. You knew about the situation with Kira and you decided to help.

You and Josuke got closer and closer until the day he finally confessed to you. You both started dating officially and god you two are lovebirds. Josuke and you love doing silly things with your stands, like using your time-stopping abilities to play small pranks. This isn't exactly the 'normal life' you were seeking, but God do you love it

[soupbabe]

Yoshikage Kira with a Shy! Child! Reader Headcanons

Anon asked: Hello!! I stumbled across your blog and I hope it's chill to request something with Yoshikage Kira and child!reader? Possibly Hayato's younger quiet sibling! At first they were scared and looked like they were 'suspicious' of him but it didn't take long for them to be extremely attached to him- they would only talk to him, follow him around a lot, hold onto him, etc etc! idk the thought of this menace being a dad.. sounds oddly nice ;u; I hope this is okay!!

It's okay!! Tbh a lot of my Kira stuff in my Masterlist is dad! Kira 😅😅 honestly I'm surprised I haven't written this before.

- Upon meeting you, Yoshikage would think you were kind of odd, but easily brushed you off.

- You were young, single digits, he didn't waste his time fretting over you as he did Hayato.

- Even if you did stick to your older brother's side all the time, Kira knew you were too young to fully grasp his theories

- But the bond between you and your "dad" grew during Kira's first few days of being Kosaku

- You noticed your dad being more outwardly affectionate, packing lunches, and sending you and Hayato off with a friendly goodbye

- It felt suspicious at first, you'd talk to Hayato about it every now n then, but it was hard to turn away from how nice your dad was being

- It was a pleasant change, and eventually you'd find yourself opening up to Kira.

- Every "what did you do at school today" was met with an actual response instead of a shrug, Kira and Shinobu would notice you smiling more

- Who knew that paying more attention to your kid could get them to come out of their shell 🤷

- While Yoshikage wanted and expected himself to be a better husband and father, he didn't expect his niceties to be reciprocated so quickly

- At first, he was annoyed. If he needed to go out and suppress his urges, he didn't want a kid hugging his leg and sobbing every time he left

- Give it a week and you'll get him to crack.

- He'll squeeze in extra time in his tight schedule to walk you to school and he'll pack you sweet notes in your lunch

- He still doesn't fully accept the idea that he loves you as if you were his kid, he thinks he came around to your "usefulness" to him. What's more normal than a dad that cares about his kid?

- Not to mention you report back to Hayato with nothing but good and normal things about him. Having you around eases suspension at all angles

- But y'know.. if he heard you were getting bullied he would kill for you. No doubt about it.

- Kira can't help but be that proud dad who's passive aggressively showing you off. He'd sign up for any school conferences just to brag about you

- He'd laugh at you hiding behind him or covering up his face, but he'll play it off and say that he's glad his child is so humble

- You being shy and silent didn't bother Yoshikage as much as it bothered Shinobu.

- He was a quiet kid too, and as long as you're keeping out of trouble, he doesn't see a problem with it

- In fact, he prefers it. He's happy he stole the identity of a man with two children that aren't over the top ankle biters, having you around gets him closer to the quiet life he's always dreamed of!

[simoneruuvi]

okuyasu family life, kill me, but i want to make my childhood dream true🫀

[callisto-died]

jjba oneshots

minors dni.

these are all of my oneshots posted originally in ao3 under the name @.slashyer (without the period, of course.)

Yoshikage Kira/Reader (Male Reader, minors DO NOT read.)

You stared at the wall. Your dick was honestly just bugging you right now, you were horny. Very horny. So, you decided to lean back in your work chair and play with yourself. It's not like nobody else at work didn't do it. Heck, the person next to you was doing it right now. You sighed and undid your work pants, sliding them down slightly and pulling your dick out. You lightly drag your thumb over to the slit, which was already leaking some pre-cum. You groaned as you slid your foreskin down and back up, you massaged your dick until it started to twitch. Then, the unfortunate happened and you got tapped on the shoulder. Your heart raced rapidly and you looked back, hoping it was anybody BUT your boss. He'd fire you for sure.

But... it was Kira? Oh, shit... Your face heaved into a deep red, during the time that Kira had started working there, you'd have fantasies of him.. A lot. Most of them were erotic, he raised an eyebrow and looked down at your dick. He cleared his throat. "I was told that you weren't busy but.. I suppose you are. I needed some help getting some documents from the boss but..." He cleared his throat again and leaned over your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "There are some things that are more important than work, at the moment..." He eyed your hands and licked his lips. He kneeled down and cleared his throat. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue out, licking your hot, red tip.

"Hnng... what are you...? What are you doin- ahh.." He wrapped his lips around your length and started sucking softly, giving tiny kitten licks and nipping you here and there. He started pumping you rapidly, you were going to admit, you did enjoy it. But why so suddenly? You gripped Kira's hair with one hand and pushed him closer with the other. "Sh-Shit..." You threw your head back and closed your eyes, you were sweating and your cheeks were a flushed red. Yoshikage started bobbing his head up and down, eliciting a moan from you. "Ah..! Are you- sure we should- ah... be doing this in public...?" You started to slowly thrust your hips forwards, you didn't care anymore. The guy of your dreams was giving you a blowjob and you were going to make the most of it. "It doesn't matter, really. I don't care, either." He held your hand and put two fingers in his mouth, sucking them. His other hand was busy pumping you, so the only thing you could do was hold his hand and help him pump you.

You felt your cock twitch slightly, then again, then it started twitching a huge amount. "Hnnng... ah..." You groaned, trying to get him to pump faster, as you were close to your release. He shoved his mouth on you, and started sucking you off again. You pulled his hair and he moaned, the vibrations from it caused your cock to twitch again, you were so close... "Ah... K-ira... I'm so close... keep sucking..." He bobbed his head up and down faster, you started thrusting your hips forwards, you couldn't take it anymore. "Ah...." You released directly into Kira's mouth, he swallowed the cum and he started to massage your hands. "Your hands are beautiful... I think they could be put to more use..." He stood up and pat your head, walking away back into the Boss' office. You sighed and grabbed some tissues, wiping off the excess cum on his legs. You shoved your cock back into your pants, and you got back to working.

Jotaro Kujo/Reader (Female Reader)

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You threw yourself back into your shared bed, Jotaro was reading his typical book. You turned the TV on but turned the volume down so that Jotaro could enjoy his book. You were tired. You had barely gotten any sleep because Jolyne was scared and you needed to stay in her room, but you were happy because you were here, with Jotaro, laying down. He reached down for your hand and interlocked his fingers. "You're upset." You pursed your lips and sighed. "I'm sorry.. I haven't been feeling very good lately." He sighed and put his book down, taking his reading glasses off. "What's wrong." That sounded more of a "Tell me what the hell's bothering you and I'll take care of it" than a normal "What's wrong?" But you didn't care. "Well.. I got little to no sleep last night and I've just had little no motivation..." You sighed and sat up.

Jotaro groaned and sat himself next to you, pulling him up on his lap, his arms were wrapped around you. "I'll make you feel better, don't worry. Okay?" You blushed at the sudden interaction and nodded. He turned the the TV off and laid himself down, you were on top of him. He took his hat off and placed it on the nightstand. He started to pat your back and caress it. He nodded a small tune to keep you distracted, and you could feel yourself start to fall asleep. "I love you." He whispered into your ear. He snuggled himself deep into your neck and his breath was hot. "I'll always love you, no matter what, okay?" Your hands interlocked again and you stared into his eyes, giving him a small peck. "I'll always love you too, Jojo.." He blushed and looked away, pulling his non-existent hat down. "Yeah, yeah..." He grunted. He pulled you in closer and kissed your cheek. You drifted off to sleep soon after.

Caesar Zeppeli/Reader (Female Reader)

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You dropped down on the grass. "Fuck..." You groaned and covered your face. You were TIRED. You look up at the stars and play with the grass next to you. Suddenly, a form sits down next to you. "What do you want, Caesar?" You cover your face again in pain. Your arms and hands were sore, and Hamon training just tired you out today. "Hey, hey. Are you okay, bellisima?" You were just so sick of his voice... his hot voice... his- no, stop. You took your hands off of your face and stared up into the stars.

"No. No, I'm not. I fucking hate this fucking training and I'm just so over it. I'm exhausted." He nods in understanding then sighs, pulling you in for a hug. He plays with your hair and sighs again. "I know, it is frustrating to have to be tired every day because of a deal Jojo made... but I will be there for you, okay?" You blush at the touch, and hug him back, playing with his hair.

Soft. His hair is extremely soft and fragrant. You move the hair out of his eyes and smile. "Okay.." He smiles back and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. He sighs and places you on his chest. "I never learnt any constellations." He spoke up, you could smell his minty breath. "Really? Well, I'm a big fan of constellations. I'll teach you them. How does that sound?" His eyes glistened and he nodded shortly after. He held onto your back and caressed your face. "Do you see those stars right there?" You pointed to an array of stars. "Do you see how bright they are? That's Orion. They are one of the brightest stars." He hummed and pressed his face against your neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Caesar." You kissed his lips softly and laied your head on his chest for the rest of the night.

Jotaro Kujo/Reader (Female Reader, minors DO NOT read.)

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Jotaro was cuddling with you. His arms were wrapped around you and it felt like heaven... you nuzzled closer into his neck and he embraced you closer. Suddenly, you feel something poking your ass. You look behind you and see... Jotaro's clothed dick. You push yourself against it as he shudders. "We can't... Jolyne's home..." He pulls you back up and look at him with disappointment. "Then just... I don't know... call Josuke to come pick her up." He sighs and gets up, heading for the phone. He dials Josuke's home phone number.   

"HEY NEPHEWWWW!!!!! WHADYA NEED??"   

You chuckle, Josuke is so loud and it makes you like him as a family member more.   

"Come pick Jolyne up, now."   

"W-WHA??"   

Jotaro hangs up and there's already a knock at the door. Josuke was already here? He let Jolyne go and he hurriedly ran in the room and locked the door, dimming the lights. His erection was still noticeable. "You ready, Jojo?" His nickname made him blush in embarrassment. "Hm." He hummed and laid next to you, bringing you in for a hard kiss. Your teeth awkwardly clinked together and he re positioned himself. He brought you back in a hard, long, kiss. When he separated, a long string of saliva connected you both. He ran his hand up your shirt and fondled with your breasts underneath your bra. He opened your bra and took your shirt off. He took one breast in his hand and fondled it, grabbing the other in his mouth. He licked them and nibbled them, causing you to elicit a moan. "Ah..."

You grabbed his hat and threw it to the side, as he did with your own clothing. You pulled his shirt off, admiring his muscles. You peppered his neck in kisses and bite marks, making him groan on your breast. When he was done with one, he went to another. His erection pressed between your thighs, you wanted him, and he wanted you.    He saw your growing arousal, and he bit your neck. He then pulled on the waistband of your pants and pulled them down. He licked his lips and stared at you in awe. "Damn... you're already so wet..." He put a finger on your clit and massaged it, your face burned red. He slowly inserted a finger inside of you and curled it. "Ah! J-otaro!" He pulled you into another deep kiss, tongues intertwining with each other. He pulls away and inserts another finger. "Aah.."

You feel your clit tighten on his finger. He pulls his fingers out and straddles you, pulling his pants halfway down. He aligns himself with your clit, teasing you by rubbing his tip with your pre-cum. He slowly inserts himself inside of you, and his pace got faster, the only thing that could be heard were the slapping of skin and the moans of the both of you. "Hnnng~ Ah- ah ah...!" He stopped for a second and leaned into your neck, biting it and sucking on it. He started to pound into you harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. His cock finally started to twitch, he leaned into you and groaned. "Please... cum for me..." You whimpered and came with him, his hot liquid spilling out of you. You moan at the sensation as he falls down beside you.

"I love you so much..."

Jolyne Cujoh and Reader (Female Reader, reader is Jolyne's mom.)

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Jolyne sobbed into her pillow. She was done with her father not being there for her, for not telling her mother about his stand, and his encounter with Pucchi. There was a knock at the door. She wiped her tears away and sighed deeply. "Come in!" She spoke up, pretending to scroll on her phone. "Is everything okay, Jojo? I heard some noises and I decided to check in." You close the door and walk over to Jolyne's bed. "Your father is-"

"He's not my fucking father and he doesn't deserve to be called that!" You stop talking. "He lied to us! He said he loved you, yet he divorced you! Just for his stupid fish! That bastard doesn't deserve to come back here!" You clear your throat and place a hand on Jolyne's shoulder. "I know. But I still love him." Jolyne's eyes widened and she looked annoyed and angry. "How the hell could you love that bastard after he lied to you?!" You sighed and sat on her bed. "Jojo, love is strange. It has many variations as a violin concerto. Your papa is brilliant and fascinating, he can charm the birds off a tree. I didn't think not telling me was a lie- I thought it was fear, protecting me from harm. Protecting us from harm. He was afraid... afraid of what tomorrow may bring. Maybe because he saw how his mother suffered long ago. I don't know. When you get older, you get more frightened." Jolyne sighed and closed her eyes, throwing herself back on her bed.

"Thanks, Ma. You helped. A lot." You smiled and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. "Remember Jolyne, your Papa loves you a lot. Okay?" She smiled and nodded, "Okay. Thanks a lot, still."

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Joseph Joestar/Reader (Female Reader, minors do not read. CW: slight bondage? this one is extra long.)

Joseph laid himself next to you. Your training today was rough, and you were heavily exhausted. "You doin' okay?" Joseph's loud voice boomed throughout the room. "Yeah, nothing too serious, just feeling really tired is all." You turned to face him. "How are you doing? Are you anxious about the Piller men?" Joseph shrugged. "Nah, not really. I could beat those guys jut by looking at them now." You smiled. Joseph adjusted himself, turning over to look at you. "I love you." You smiled widely. "I love you more, Jojo."

He was on you in an instant. "WH-WHA?!" You gasped loudly. Your eyes glanced over at the door's lock, of course, it was locked. He was planning this. And really, you didn't mind. "What? You said you loved me, didn't you? I want you to fucking prove it." He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, opening the drawer and pulling some rope out of it.

He was quick to tie the rope around your wrist, he's definitely been practicing this for a good while. "Before we continue, I want to make sure if you're alright with this. Are you?" You nodded swiftly which he smiled to. He leaned in for a soft, but intense kiss. You gasped, giving his tongue a free invitation to explore your mouth. "Mm.." Your tongues engaged in a fierce battle, neither of them wanting to give up. Joseph seperated you both to take a breath.

He played with the hem of your shirt, starting to pull it up over your head. He encountered a problem. How was he supposed to take your shirt off through the rope? He sighed in idiocy as he simply ripped the shirt. "Sorry, Darling. I'll buy you another one later." He stuffed two fingers in your mouth to keep you occupied while he removed your bra and pants. His erection throbbed through his own pants, and he began to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants halfway down. He took his fingers out of your mouth and started to tease your now wet clit. "Good girl, already so wet for me."

You tried to let yourself free from the rope, only to leave yourself in humilation. He rutted his erected cock against your pussy, making you tremble. He pulled his cock out ready to fuck you intensely. "I see how badly you want my cock... and I'm going to need you to beg for it." He smirked. "...Jojo... please." Your cheeks went dark red. "Please what, hm? I can't do whatever you want me to do if you don't tell me what you want." You looked away from him, then to him. His cock twitched beneath you, you just couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Jojo! I want you to fuck me until I can't walk! Fill me up, please!"

He smirked and aligned himself with your entrance, pushing inside you slowly. You whimpered and tried lowering yourself down. He deepened inside you, starting to thrust rapidly. The room started to echo with your loud groans and slaps of your skin. Your nails dug into the rope as your thighs started shaking. You were so close, and you could tell that Joseph was too. You bit your lips as you let yourself cum on his cock, his release not long after yours. You panted heavily as he fell to the side of you. "We should do this more often."

Josuke Higashikata/Reader (CW: house burning down? female reader.)

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How did it even begin?

Josuke, your boyfriend of 4 months decided that he should cook with no prior experience, thus leading to half of the kitchen burning down. It went something like this:

"Josuke, are you sure you should be touching the stove without any... you know.. actual adults around?" Your boyfriend scoffed at this so very hurtful insult.

"Very funny.. you do realize I HAVE cooked before, right? It was a masterpiece! Trust me, babe, I got this."

You softly sighed, not even caring much anymore. "Just.. don't burn your mom's house down.. I'll be in the living room if you so DESPERATELY need me." You walked over to the living room, looking at the huge mess scattered on the floor.

You decided it was your responsibility to clean it all up while your boyfriend was in the kitchen doing God knows what. You started with the laundry, folding it neatly on the couch. 

You then occupied yourself with cleaning up the junk food wrappers on the floor. But you heard a loud "oh no" from the kitchen. You almost immediately ran to the kitchen, just to see...

"Oh my fucking..." 

The stove? Caught on fire. The curtains in the kitchen? Caught on fire. The new pair of kitchen utensils you bought for Tomoko? ON FIRE.

"Josuke! What are you doing, just standing there!? Have you called the fire department yet!?" Josuke nodded frantically. "Y-Yes, I have!" You dug your nails into your scalp and groaned. Running over to the sink, you grabbed a glass of water and poured on the fire, only making it grow. "Fuck, Josuke! I told you not to cook!"

"I know," He sniffed. Was he crying? "I know... I'm sorry, (Y/N)." You cleared your throat, trying to show some signs of empathy. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Josuke. I'll make it up to you later, but right now I need you to tell me when the firefighters will arrive." 

"As soon as possible, they said." You nodded. A knocking came from the door, you dashed to open it and firefighters rushed inside to put the fire out. Now that it was over, you now had to figure out who would pay for the damages.

[bonebreakz]

Teenager things [Josuke x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, reader has a female body.

Note: a bit self indulgent as the reader is portrayed with a chubbier/curvier body. This WILL have a part 2 because hell it's big..

Josuke always considered himself a more romantic kind of guy, the one who'd only date whoever he truly loved. You were his - if not first - big crush, and boy did he get so hot and bothered whenever you were around. Something about you drove him crazy but he never could describe it, so whenever he commented on your appearance in some kind of way with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi they immediantly took notice of his behaviour towards you and tried making him show his feelings for you, which always failed because he'd refuse to go any further because of his nervousness. They knew you two would come around eventually, waiting until Josuke realised his feelings were mutual.

"This is going to be so fun! I'm ready to kick some ass!" Okuyasu cheered as he clenched his fists together. "I wish i could play with you guys..Ill be rooting for you though!" Exclaimed Koichi as he had Yukako holding him close, he had broken his arm in a previous accident and had a cast on. The day was where the schools had a basketball game against the other teams from other cities, Josuke and Okuyasu were on Morioh High's team, and while Okuyasu was pretty excited for the game, Josuke was a bit more nervous but still determined. When the time came for the game to start, he noticed groups of girls reunited in the both opposite sides of the court, which were cheerleaders! You were on the right side, settling in your position to begin, while you adjusted the tight clothes in your form, you heard snickers coming from the other girls on your side and on the opposite, which led you to sigh annoyedly - and also saddened - in reponse to their mocking ways about your figure.The game went on and you were cheering with the team, when Josuke finally noticed you were on cheering his heart rate skyrocketed like never before, you looked astoningshingly gorgeous in his eyes - especially in that outfit - and in the brief moment he was moving it was if time slowed down so he could take a moment to appreciate you. Your gazes met and it was time for you to blush, and that short moment of eye contact with you was what made him even more etermined to win that game, because he knew you were cheering for - him - his team.

After what seemeed like hours of endless jumping, screaming and swinging pompoms the game was finally over, it was exhausting for you so when you heard the whistle you stopped immediantly to catch your breath, when you did you looked up to the scoreboard and your lips curled in a relieved smile as you saw Morioh High won the basketball game. Your gaze was driven to where Josuke was, with his friends and classmates as they congratulated their victory, you could see how huge the grin in his face was, how his skin glistened with the droplets of sweat rolling down and eventually to his soaked shirt where your eyes were graced by the brief lining of his toned body under his clothes. You shook your head with a red face to drive away the thoughts, walking to the dressing room so you could take off that damned cheerleader outfit. Entering, you noticed there were already some girls there, and as you changed you could hear their whispers. "I can't believe how they let someone as horrendous as her get in the cheerleading team." One of them said while applying her eyeshadow. "Did you see how her belly bounced when she jumped?" Another of them snickered, you were tired of hearing those things said about you over and over again, quickly finishing putting your clothes on and heading off the changing room.

-to be continued...

[jojo-reader-hell]

So I was rewatching DIU (sadly not DUI) and was starting to think about Mikitaka and his sensitivity to certain sounds- via his allergy to sirens. But, I feel like it'd be super cute if Mikitaka had an s/o who had a habit of humming or just had an overall soft voice, and he's just in love with it and could just listen to them hum/talk all day.

In the first week of August 2023 we discovered aliens were real thus it is time once again for Mikitaka brain rot even though hi hello aliens scare the shit out of me and I cannot stand seeing grey aliens without reliving very specific childhood CPTSD phobias.

None the less, my body reacts strongly to Mikitaka because he is handsome boi, so let us go into headcanons.

I love the idea of his whole body just going so scrunkly when he hears you humming. Almost like a ripple effect where he just turns this really interesting shade of blue and is 🥴🥴🥴🥴 the whole time you’re just idling and trying to hum.

Like even his facial features start getting weird and his pupils dilate.

He even starts to make “ekekekekekek” sounds like a cat.

“Babe… what the fuck are you doing?”

“This sound… I am VERY attracted to it.”

Of course because it’s coming out of the mouth of your insanely attractive man, this gives you an ego boost.

This becomes a frequent thing where you will hum to him and watch him have what looks to be a complete melting session.

Insists that you hum for him whenever he’s stressed out, particularly when a siren goes screaming by the house because he insists it makes him feel better.

Obviously he is so disturbed by sirens and gets physically sick, you can’t help but oblige him.

Ironically, he likes nursery songs. You hummed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to him and he was absolutely delighted.

He told you, “Stars in your galaxy do not really twinkle, as you call it. They appear to do so in the night sky because the light is affected by temperature and wind in your atmosphere. But your song is simply precious. Please make your humming again.”

Mikitaka often hears songs on your radio and will request you to repeat them. He often does not catch the title of the song, so he will have to resort to really specific descriptions to make sure you know which one it is.

“As far as I was able to glean from the context of the lyrics, the woman in the song is very upset that her partner has not disclosed information to her regarding his location. She proceeds to vandalize their home, their communal eating utensils, and various articles of his clothing are damaged with the sodium hypochlorite substance that you call bleach.”

“Um… ok? Do you remember anything else?”

“Oh yes! The woman indicated multiple times that she was “going to fight a man”.”

“… I’ve never heard anyone reference a Rihanna song like a work incident report but I guess there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?”

If you two have kids (or if you’re strictly child free and have pets only) he will insist you hum to them as well.

He even has his own assigned songs that he associates with each child or pet.

[strawmariee]

olá ♡ tudo bem? achei o seu perfil enquanto pesquisava fanfics do Polnareff e quero dizer que assim... apaixonada estou (rs)

pode esperar muitas notificações minhas favoritando e reblogando algumas histórias hihihi♡♡

quero saber, se não for incômodo: você se incomodaria em escrever um imagine Kakyoin x leitora que se passa na parte 4? (pouca gente escreve pro Kakyoin na parte 4 até parece que ele não sobreviveu a luta contra o DIO loucura né)

Algo como, a leitora e ele se apaixonaram quando adolescentes durante a viagem ao Egito mas, como o Kakyoin ficou muito debilitado após a luta com o DIO e demorou um tempo para se recuperar no hospital (coma curto, cirurgias, etc), a leitora acaba tendo que seguir a vida e se afastando dele e do Jotaro, mas sempre mantendo um contato breve e a distância. Em 1999, Jotaro acaba indo pra Morioh-cho com Kakyoin (que agora com 27-28 anos trabalha para a Fundação Speedwagon) e lá, por culpa dos stands inimigos, o Jotaro acaba entrando em contato com a leitora e os outros crusaders (que também sobreviveram cof cof) para derrotar Kira; é aí que o Kakyoin e a leitora acabam se reencontrando cara a cara e percebendo que os sentimentos nunca sumiram.

pode ser com um pouquinho de angst se quiser, com o Kakyoin pensando que a leitora casou com alguém e tals mas que termina bem fluff com os dois confessando que ainda se amam rs

era só isso, perdão o incômodo !!! ♡ beijinhos

Notes: Então... Nossa, me desculpa mesmo pela demora pra responder seu request! Ele é tão bonitinho e eu queria mesmo ter feito ele antes, mas aconteceu tanta coisa que eu me desanimei em escrever pra Jojo que eu acabei atrasando seu request, me desculpa!! Eu então escrevi e espero que possa compensar a demora!!🥺❤️

My Only Love — Noriaki Kakyoin x Leitora

Recomendações para ouvir: Only-LeeHi

Contents: Fluff, angst, exes to lovers

Like, reblogs e comentários sempre bem-vindos!

17/01/1989

Eu corria e corria até praticamente ofegar em frente a recepção daquele hospital de Cairo, na qual várias pessoas pareciam me julgar devido ao barulho enorme que fiz ao abrir a porta dupla do meu quarto de hospital com força.

— Senhorita, por favor, se você não sabe nós estamos em um hospital. — a enfermeira diz, em uma voz que claramente está me repreendendo. — Adolescentes...

— Olha, peço desculpas, mas não estou com cabeça para isso agora! Me diga, como vim parar aqui? Quem me trouxe? Estou há quanto tempo aqui e—

— Se acalma criança, misericórdia! — a mulher de cabelos pretos bufou baixinho e logo pegou uma prancheta e ajeitou seus óculos antes de me responder. — Quem trouxe você aqui foi um homem chamado Joseph Joestar.

"Senhor Joestar? Oh, então isso significa que ele está vivo! Ainda bem..." eu pensei, soltando um suspiro de alívio antes de voltar a encarar os olhos da recepcionista.

— Sabe onde posso encontrá-lo? Eu preciso ter uma conversa urgente com ele.

Assim que ela me informou o número do quarto, eu agradeci e logo peguei o elevador e, assim que as portas se fecharam, contrai de leve as minhas costas ao finalmente notar um curativo próximo de minha costela e, quando tirei apenas um pedaço da atadura pude ver vários pontos ali.

É, então realmente eu fui bem ferida por aquele maldito do DIO.

Minha atenção logo foi atraída quando o elevador anunciou ter chegado no meu andar e então eu corri na direção do quarto 303 e, assim que parei em frente a porta, senti um mix de emoções:

Nervosismo, ansiedade, tristeza, alívio... Não sabia definir o que sentia em palavras.

Assim que eu bati a porta e a abri, meu coração pareceu parar em um instante quando, ali na cama do hospital, estava ninguém menos que ele, o garoto que me fez sempre soltar um suspiro apaixonado ao longo desses quase 2 meses, Noriaki Kakyoin.

— Nori... — seu apelido saiu de meus lábios de uma forma baixa e quebrada, e eu imediatamente caminhei na sua direção e afastei algumas de suas mechas ruivas de sua testa. Minha atenção foi para o monitor de batimentos cardíacos e vi que eles mostravam o quão frágil e delicada é a situação dele. — O que aquele filho da puta do DIO fez com você?

— S/n, fico feliz de você finalmente ter acordado.

Senti um alívio instantâneo ao virar minha cabeça por cima do ombro e ver o senhor Joestar ali na porta, segurando um sanduíche e um copo de café em suas mãos. Um pequeno sorriso em seus lábios, na qual eu correspondi.

— E eu fico feliz em ver que você está bem, senhor Joestar. Mas e quanto aos outros? — perguntei com curiosidade, inclinando de leve minha cabeça para o lado enquanto continuo acariciando o cacho de Kakyoin que, sem surpresa, sequer reagiu.

— Jotaro está bem apesar de ter saído com seu braço esquerdo quebrado e, como você pode ver, não posso dizer o mesmo de Kakyoin e também de Avdol e Iggy. Polnareff também está bem, apesar do ataque que sofreu de DIO.

Assenti antes de olhar de volta pro ruivo adormecido, no entanto, senti a mão de Joseph em meu ombro.

— S/n, precisamos conversar.

— Sobre o que?

Eu perguntei um pouco preocupada, já que sua voz está bem séria e eu senti que suas próximas palavras realmente seriam assim.

— Escuta, como você pode ver com os seus próprios olhos o Kakyoin está muito debilitado, então... Eu acho que seja melhor que você siga com a sua vida sem se preocupar com a gente.

Ele pareceu hesitante em dizer aquilo, mas assim que suas palavras foram processadas em meu cérebro, eu arregalei os meus olhos enquanto engulo em seco e aperto minhas mãos em punhos.

— P-por que está dizendo isso, senhor Joestar? Eu—

— Olha, não sabemos como que ele vai se recuperar ou até mesmo se lembrar do que aconteceu... Então é melhor que você—

Eu não consegui aceitar aquilo e, sem perceber, senti minhas bochechas ficarem molhadas com minhas lágrimas que começaram a sair incontrolavelmente e eu logo abracei o mais velho que me acolheu em seus braços.

Naquele momento, senti que meu mundo havia perdido a cor, enquanto eu chorava e ao mesmo tempo intercalava meu olhar entre Kakyoin e a camisa do senhor Joestar que foi onde agarrei para me manter firme.

— É melhor que você siga com sua vida S/N, — ele dizia com uma voz compreensiva enquanto acaricia o topo da minha cabeça com uma de suas mãos. — eu espero mesmo que consiga realizar todos os seus sonhos.

Naquele dia, eu com certeza havia sofrido como nunca antes... Eu praticamente encharquei a camisa do senhor Joestar com minhas lágrimas enquanto assinto em um único movimento, mesmo contra a minha vontade.

Seguir em frente... É o que eu venho tentando fazer desde então.

1999

Um suspiro escapou de meus lábios assim que essa lembrança ressurgiu em minha mente, totalmente fresca mesmo após 10 anos... Me pergunto como todos estão já que, a pedido de Joseph, eu realmente resolvi seguir com minha vida apesar de meu coração ainda estar esperando rever um certo alguém...

— Tia S/n? — balancei rapidamente minha cabeça para espantar meus pensamentos assim que ouvi a doce voz de Clara, a minha pequena paciente que me olha com seus olhinhos brilhando. — Você tá bem?

— Oh, mas é claro que sim, não se preocupe comigo!

Digo para confortá-la, e logo acaricio sua cabeça enquanto continuo colocando um pequeno curativo em seu joelho. Após eu me mudar do Japão, eu consegui entrar em uma faculdade de Medicina dos Estados Unidos, onde eu até mesmo tive um pequeno e pouco contato com a família Joestar.

No entanto, tanto Jotaro quanto eu parecíamos ocupados demais para sequer conversarmos direito e, assim, eu acabei perdendo contato com estes na qual viajei por quase 50 di—

Me espantei assim que escutei o telefone do meu consultório tocar de repente, e então me apressei rapidamente para liberar a pequena Clara e correr até o aparelho antes de atender a ligação em um movimento veloz.

— Bom dia, aqui é o consultório da dra. S/n, com quem estou falando?

— Já faz bastante tempo, não é doutora?

Meus lábios se abriram em um perfeito O ao reconhecer aquela voz que nunca mais havia ouvido: a voz de Jotaro Kujo. Engoli em seco ao sentir meu coração acelerar um pouco com a ideia de reencontrar com Kakyoin depois de tantos anos, depois de tudo que—

— Ei S/n, você ainda está ai? — a voz dele me tirou de meus próprios pensamentos, e logo sacudi a cabeça mesmo que ele não pudesse ver isso.

— Sim, desculpa. É só o cansaço do trabalho que está me deixando um pouco lenta.

— Entendo. Olha, eu gostaria que nos encontrássemos pessoalmente, preciso de sua ajuda referente a um assunto bem sério.

— Certo. Bom, que tal nos encontrarmos em um café hoje a tarde? Estou com a agenda livre!

— Ok, então nos encontraremos no St. Gentleman's.

E, do jeitinho Jotaro de sempre, ele desligou sem me dar uma chance de responder, me dando um sentimento de nostalgia que me fez rir um pouco após enganchar o telefone novamente no seu apoio enquanto encosto minha costa na borda da mesa e encaro o teto.

— Vamos ver no que isso vai dar...

Assim que o horário do meu expediente terminou, eu saí do consultório na direção do café na qual combinei de me encontrar com Jotaro. Demorei alguns minutos para chegar lá e, quando reconheci a forma alta mas agora não tão musculosa de Jotaro, sorri quase que de imediato e me preparei para levantar a mão e acenar.

Todavia, todo o meu sistema pareceu dar pane quando reconheci uma certa cabeleira ruiva ao lado dele, o que fez com que meu cérebro bugasse e eu ficasse parada feito uma abobada no meio da rua.

Logo balancei minha cabeça e voltei a caminhar na direção dos dois, porém, quando aqueles olhos violetas me notaram, senti que minhas pernas viraram gelatina de repente.

— Boa tarde. — anunciei minha chegada com uma voz baixa, olhando brevemente para Jotaro e logo para Kakyoin, onde meu olhar ficou por um pouco mais de tempo.

— Fico feliz que você pôde vir.

Jotaro diz com um curto e raro sorriso, mas minha atenção continua no ruivo que também parecia focado na minha presença. Logo nos sentamos em uma das mesas e pegamos os cardápios que nos foi entregue.

— Então, sobre o que você queria conversar comigo?— perguntei de repente para preencher o silêncio que se fazia naquela mesa, que já estava começando a me agoniar.

E após minha pergunta, Jotaro me atualizou sobre o que o levou até aqui em Morioh: Joseph havia pulado a cerca e, por conta disso, mais um Joestar veio ao mundo, e isso me fez arregalar mais ainda os meus olhos que até mesmo brilharam com aquela forte fofoca.

— E como que a vovó Suzie q reagiu??

— Para ser sincero, nunca havia visto a vovó tão brava em toda a minha vida, o velho com certeza ouviu bastante coisa dela.

Jotaro diz com um mísero sorriso novamente que foi coberto pela xícara assim que ele bebeu o café que ele havia pedido. No entanto, após essa novidade, Jotaro foi direto ao assunto na qual ele queria minha ajuda: Havia um serial killler a solta na cidade, e isso me deixou com uma pulga atrás da orelha.

E, depois de ficarmos praticamente a tarde toda conversando sobre o possível assassino e as pistas sobre sua identidade, logo me levantei da cadeira ao olhar o meu relógio de pulso.

— É melhor eu ir, está bem tarde e depois de saber desse serial killer eu prefiro não arriscar em ser a próxima vítima dele. — digo enquanto coloco minha bolsa de lado e logo quando decido me virar e dar os primeiros passos...

— Eu posso acompanhar você?

Aquela voz... Aquela voz tão doce quanto uma avelã me perguntando se eu gostaria de sua companhia depois de tanto tempo me fez novamente ficar com a mente como um mingau.

— Bem, eu gostaria se não for muito incômodo.

— Não é, afinal, se não fosse eu não teria me oferecido.

Ele diz com aquele sorriso doce e ao mesmo tempo provocador dele enquanto ajeita de leve os seus óculos na ponte do seu nariz, o que me fez sorrir com pura nostalgia. Quem sou eu para negar não é mesmo?

O barulho de nossos passos eram o único som do lugar além do das batidas das ondas contra as rochas próximas ao mar e o leve cantarolar dos grilos, o que me deixava cada vez mais ansiosa em falar algo...

Mas nada me vinha a mente.

— Você esteve por aqui por todos esses anos? — Kakyoin disse e notei seus olhos em mim enquanto esperava que eu dissesse algo, e eu logo assenti.

— Bem, a verdade é que só estou aqui há alguns anos, uns 3 na verdade. Desde aquele evento com o DIO eu estive nos EUA.

— Entendo... E você seguiu seu sonho de ser pediatra. Fico feliz por você.

Eu logo sorri suavemente e virei minha cabeça em sua direção para notar a forma como ele sorria pra mim, da mesma maneira de antes... Ele não havia mudado muita coisa, apenas parecia um pouco mais alto e levemente musculoso.

— E quanto a você?

— Me tornei designer de games, juntei duas coisas que gosto bastante e cá estou eu, dando uma de detetive junto com o Jojo.

Aquela sua frase arrancou uma risada coletiva nossa e logo senti um pouco de tristeza ao já reconhecer a silhueta da minha casa ao longe. Infelizmente tudo que é bom deve acabar... Dependendo de mim eu congelaria este momento só para eu conseguir ver esse lindo sorriso dele.

— Aqui é onde eu moro...— digo sem forçar minha tristeza em já ter que dizer adeus a ele de novo.

— Eu vejo... Bom, então... Boa noite S/n.

— Boa noite, Nori.

Mas nenhum de nós se moveu e continuamos um em frente ao outro e nos observando em silêncio enquanto atrasávamos algo que uma hora ou outra aconteceria. Então fui eu quem deu a iniciativa e me virei na direção do portão da minha casa após acenar em despedida.

Logo senti um pequeno peso em meu ombro e, quando estava prestes a dizer algo, me senti ser virada e logo um beijo caloroso foi plantado em minha testa, tão suave que quase nem senti. Meu coração bateu de forma descompensada e mordi levemente meu lábio inferior quando o beijo foi desfeito e ele apoiou seu queixo no topo da minha cabeça.

— Senti sua falta.

Ele sussurrou aquela frase contra meus cabelos, e eu senti a imensa necessidade de me aconchegar contra seu peito e nunca mais sair dali, como se eu pertencesse aos seus braços.

— Eu também senti a sua... Muita.

Já faz bastante tempo que eu não acordo tão bem e leve, suspirei baixinho assim que abri a janela do meu quarto, sentindo a brisa da manhã acariciar meu rosto e assim que abri meus olhos, me espantei ao ver Kakyoin em frente a minha casa, sorrindo e segurando uma xícara de café e com um jornal em baixo de seu outro braço.

Eu então corri até o andar de baixo e destranquei a porta, dando de cara com ele.

— Não esperava ver você aqui tão cedo, Nori! — disse sem esconder minha surpresa, arrancando uma melodiosa risada dele que entrou na minha casa após eu dar um passo pro lado, lhe dando espaço.

— Bem, é que ontem Jojo e eu discutimos sobre o início da investigação sobre o possível serial killer, então vim até aqui pra... Bom, perguntar se você quer investigar junto comigo.

— Que pergunta boba, mas é claro que eu quero! — minha animação arrancou novamente uma risada dele, que logo se sentou no sofá e eu continuei em pé. — Só espera um pouco que eu vou me arrumar.

Digo e logo corro para o andar de cima da minha casa, indo para o meu quarto e em seguida para o banheiro para tomar um rápido banho antes de ir até o meu guarda-roupa e escolher uma roupa que me agradasse. Após fazer uma leve maquiagem desci as escadas e logo Kakyoin reapareceu no meu campo e visão, e ver ele tão concentrado enquanto lia o jornal fez com que borboletas surgissem em meu estômago.

— O que você tanto lê? — perguntei assim que fiquei atrás dele no sofá e olhei para o jornal por cima do seu ombro.

— Estou tentando achar alguma pista que possa nos ajudar.

Virei meu rosto na direção dele e vi que ele já me observava antes, o que fez com que minhas bochechas ficassem mais vermelhas ao estar em frente daqueles olhos violetas novamente depois de 10 anos...

E que elas ainda tinham o mesmo efeito sobre mim.

— Você fica sexy de óculos. — aquilo saiu fora de controle dos meus lábios e ao ver as bochechas dele ficando quase da mesma cor do cabelo dele, percebi que talvez eu tenha ido longe demais. — Desc-

— Talvez você vá se acostumar em me ver com eles por bastante tempo... E talvez sem eles também.

O que ele quis dizer com isso?

Passamos o dia todo andando por vários lugares de Morioh, não encontrando uma pista sequer do cujo assassino. No entanto, recebemos ligação de um tal de Koichi explicando o que ele e Jotaro haviam passado e, para minha surpresa eles conseguiram descobrir o serial killer que tanto estávamos procurando.

— Nori, parece que Jotaro conseguiu descobrir quem é o assassino! — digo enquanto corro na direção dele que está na minha sala encarando a mesa de centro que estava bagunçada com várias fotos e artigos de jornal.

— Realmente? Bem, não me surpreende tanto.

O ruivo então suspirou antes de se sentar no sofá e colocar os óculos na mesa de centro, fechando seus olhos para descansar eles um pouco. Eu prontamente fui até a cozinha e peguei um copo d'água e voltei para a sala de estar, entregando para ele que sorriu de forma cansada assim que notou.

— Obrigado S/n.

Ele diz antes de tomar o líquido gelado aos poucos, e eu encostei a lateral da minha cabeça no encosto do sofá para observar ele, vendo seu pomo de adão subir e descer conforme ele bebe a água. Sorri sem perceber, ainda admirando pequenos traços em seu rosto como a leve marcação em sua bochecha, seu maxilar definido, aquela mecha cacheada dele que eu adorava tanto enrolar no dedo quando ele ficava deitado no meu colo e—

Meu cérebro derreteu quando notei que ele já havia terminado e que ficou olhando para mim, parecendo me observar também. Engoli em seco, ao ver que ele parecia querer falar algo...

— Acho melhor eu ir, está bem tarde e não quero estar incomodando você.

— Você sabe que nunca vai ser um incômodo pra mim, pelo contrário... Eu gostaria de passar mais tempo com você.

Vi as bochechas dele corando apesar de seu rosto ainda estar calmo.

— Bem, talvez amanhã possamos tomar um sorvete juntos? Não sei se é uma boa ideia visto que temos esse assassino a solta, mas...

— Somos fortes, se ele mexer com a gente ele sai chorando!

Minha frase arrancou uma risada nossa, mas no minuto seguinte nos levantamos do sofá e eu abri a porta para ele, que se virou para mim assim que passou por ela.

— Então.. Até amanhã Nori.

— Até amanhã.

Ele diz com um sorriso suave e, assim como ontem, ficamos nos olhando em silêncio até que vi ele começar a se inclinar na minha direção, fazendo com que um frio surgisse na minha barriga e eu rapidamente fiquei com as mãos suadas.

Uma de suas mãos segurou meu rosto e eu fechei meus olhos assim que senti sua respiração quente contra minha bochecha. Mas logo senti o calor dele se afastando de mim, o que me fez encarar ele confusa.

— Nori?

— Desculpa S/n, talvez eu tenha confudido as coisas.

Ele diz e logo coça a nuca antes de sair rapidamente dali, me deixando extremamente confusa e com o coração acelerado para trás. E foi quando eu vi, quase em frente a minha casa, a pequena Clara com uma careta surpresa e sendo segurada por seu pai.

Oh... Talvez Nori realmente confundiu as coisas.

Depois desse dia, tentei contatar Noriaki várias e várias vezes, querendo conversar com ele e esclarecer as coisas... Mas ele nem atendia as minhas chamadas. Fui até o hotel em que ele e Jotaro estão hospedados e coincidentemente ele nunca estava.

E após uma semana fazendo tudo isso, acabei desistindo e resolvi seguir com a minha vida já que nem para o caso do assassino, que descobri se chamar Kira Yoshikage graças a Jotaro, eles pareciam querer me envolver mais.

— Tia, você tá bem? — Clara me perguntou enquanto claramente nota meu desânimo em atendê-la.

— Sim, estou bem querida. Só alguns problemas de adulto.

— Tem a ver com aquele homem com você naquele dia? — ela perguntou de uma forma tão certeira que eu até me espantei. — Acho que sim! O que foi tia? Alguma bruxa malvada quis roubar ele da senhora??

— Ha ha, não pequena... É complicado, entende?

— Ah tia... Adulto gosta de complicar as coisas! Por que não se casa logo com ele?? Ele parece ser o seu verdadeiro príncipe encantado!

Soltei uma risada baixa, concordando com a cabeça para que a pequena Clara ficasse feliz. Queria que as coisas fossem mais fáceis como no mundo dela...

Suspirei assim que terminei de preencher mais alguns documentos e fazer mais algumas anotações, e logo joguei meus cabelos para trás enquanto admiro todo o trabalho que fiz. No entanto, uma batida suave na porta desfez meu alívio quando já imaginei que podia ser minha assistente.

— Pode entrar Aiko.

— Não é a Aiko, mas agradeço por me deixar entrar.

Me espantei assim que vi Noriaki ali, sorrindo suavemente e segurando um pequeno buquê das minhas flores favoritas como também uma pelúcia do Togepi em sua outra mão.

— Nori?? O que diabos você- Como soube onde fica meu consultório??

— Bem, tive a ajuda de uma pequena chamada Clara, ela disse que você estava muito triste e que precisava ver seu príncipe encantado.

— Deus, essa Clara... — digo desacreditada enquanto rio e vejo ele se sentar ao meu lado, me entregando as coisas que ele segurava e logo sua mão cobriu a minha, acariciando-a. — Por que me ignorou, Nori?

— Eu... Peço desculpas pequena. — ele diz, e eu corei só com aquele apelido, tão bobo mas que saindo dos lábios dele me causava tantas coisas... — Eu vi aquela menininha e aquele cara parados em frente a sua casa e senti uma angústia só de pensar de que você havia seguido com sua vida... Eu me senti vazio, entende? E também por conta do problema com o Kira, estava totalmente focado em encontrar ele junto com Jotaro e os outros.

— Mas... Nós podíamos ter resolvido isso com uma conversa Kakyoin. — digo ainda séria, mas acariciando a mão dele de volta.

— Eu sei que sim, mas eu não pensei nisso, eu só me senti da mesma forma quando soube que você havia se mudado para os Estados Unidos quando acordei do meu coma... Eu senti que havia te perdido de vez.

— Você nunca me perdeu, eu sempre estive aqui... Esperando um dia te reencontrar e fazer as coisas de maneira certa, sem DIO ou qualquer outra coisa nos atrapalhando. — ele sorriu, dando um beijo em minha testa antes de tirar uma mecha de cabelo do meu rosto.

— Então... Será que nós podemos recomeçar do jeito certo? — ele diz, e eu nem precisei pensar duas vezes antes de assentir.

— Oh Nori, você acha que teria alguma chance de eu negar? Você é o único pra mim, meu único amor.

O ruivo sorriu mais ainda me puxando pro colo dele e enchendo meu rosto de beijos enquanto me abraça com força e arranca risadas minhas enquanto abraço o pescoço dele.

Parece que a pequena estava certa afinal, Kakyoin é o meu principe encantado e isso nunca vai mudar.

[kookysouthernskeleton]

May Writing Challenge Day 26: Choke (Yoshikage Kira x Fem! Chubby! Reader)

Warnings: Smut, choking, toxic relationships

Word Count: 475

A hand wraps around your throat, perfectly trimmed nails biting into the soft skin. Kira tilts your head back in the process to properly look up at him, half-lidded blue eyes flickering across your face. 

You take a breath through swollen, parted lips when he gives a firm squeeze. Your head spins as he leans down to press another kiss to your mouth, taking your breath away in case the hand around your neck hadn’t already. 

This was a dangerous game you were playing. 

Not only was this moment quite daring, but the entire relationship was in general. There was always the threat of him tiring of your company and you resulting in nothing but a pile of dust. 

But it was worth it, you thought.

Especially with the way he kissed you harder when you palmed his growing erection in his slacks. A grunt is muffled by your mouth with your touch having his heart racing in his chest.

Your manicured fingers trail upward to wrap your hand in his tie to tug him impossibly closer, bodies pressed flush together with the heat gradually growing in the room between you two. 

Kira tilts his head to deepen the kiss with his fingers tightening around your neck. 

You softly gasp to take in a breath before your airway is completely blocked by his hand. He hums into the kiss before pulling away to relish in the sight of your face flushing from the lack of air. 

“You look so beautiful like this,” he purrs before pressing another kiss to your lips. He slightly releases your neck, and air floods your lungs. Your breasts heave against his firm chest, eyes flickering downward to the lipstick stain on the collar of his pressed, button-up shirt. 

“I’ll get that out for you later.”

The words are breathy and off topic, no doubt taking him off guard.

And Kira quirks an eyebrow down at you in response, but he can’t help the warmth that floods his veins at how domestic you always were with him even despite his… career.

One of your fingers traces his jawline, and you feel the muscles there flex when he clenches his jaw. His blue eyes are focused on you as you teasingly press a finger against his lips. He wastes no time in opening his mouth to take your finger into it, tongue pressing against the pad of your finger. 

He groans when you add another finger into his mouth, the sound reverberating against your digits.

Before you can add another finger, Kira’s hands are on you again with his hand pressed against your throat even harder than before to press you against the wall behind you. His erection sits hot and heavy against your thigh even through his pants, and his toned body presses closely against your soft one.

“Clothes off, now.”