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starry-snippets · 11 months
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things their stands give you/do for you (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, giorno, abbacchio)
star platinum is often giving you sea shells, rocks, fossils. you'll go on a walk with jotaro and star plat has gathered a handful of the prettiest conch shells and rocks washed onto the shore. jotaro is a bit embarrassed, but seeing you fascinated by the things star plat (aka jotaro) found interesting makes his cheeks hotter and his stoic disguise melting
hierophant green loves to give you emeralds he makes! the most perfect crystals he'll give to you, always ecstatic to see you enjoy them. he'll also give you beetles and fresh fruit whenever you and kakyoin are outside. yes I think kakyoin is a bug nerd
magicians red acts like a true bird. brings you the shiniest things in hopes to impress you. golden beads, broken chains, doesn't matter what it is you'll store it somewhere safe and watch his eyes light up and a happy caw leave his beak. avdol loves that you entertain his stand. red loves when you make things from the shiny scraps he finds, if you do so you'll make red thrilled and avdol utterly crimson with how precious you are
gold experience is always showing you bugs, magazine pages with animals on them, and different flora. he's curious about them and wants to share that with you. giorno likes seeing you interact positively with gold and will use his abilities to wow you. like turning the pages of the magazine into rose petals. gold also gives you bones. almost a surprising amount of times he's shown you bones
moody blues will play whatever song he's heard you listen to back for you. especially if your headphones aren't working but you need the distraction. moody blues shows they care through auditory experiences, and abbacchio worries you'll find him stalkerish when he sees moody blues playing your favorite songs, but your smile while singing along calms abbacchio's anxieties
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randoimago · 1 year
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Headcanons for Jotaro (p3) and Josuke introducing their girlfriend to their mothers for the first time please?
Introducing Girlfriend to Their Mother
Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
Character(s): Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): Here you go!!
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Josuke
He had warned you that his mom is a bit of a drag before bringing you over. He really just wanting to play video games with you, but knew his mom was going to be there so might as well introduce you two.
Tomoka immediately jumps to wanting to show you Josuke’s baby pictures to tease him. Josuke hardly had time to introduce you before she was ready with that. But Tomoka makes sure she has an eye on you two. No closed doors allowed!
Would also tease you a bit by asking Josuke how long he’s dated such a cutie. Also asking about wedding plans just to mess with you too. Tomoka probably gets a bit misty eyed thinking about her and Joseph.
She does like you, but she is protective of her son despite all her teasing. Josuke honestly can’t wait until she’s busy so he can just hang out with you, you get quite a few apologies from him about her.
Jotaro
Much like Josuke, you get a warning from Jotaro about his mom being annoying. It’s easy to tell that he cares about her, but he’s gotta stay edgy.
You follow him into his home and Holy is already there. She’s asking if you’re the girlfriend Jotaro always talks about (he hides his face with his hat to hide the small blush at being called out). She’s pulling you into a hug and welcoming you to the family.
Holy is quick to offer to cook something for you two. Let you both hang out while she gets some snacks together.
Holy is absolutely going to ask you so many questions until Jotaro kicks her out of his room so he can be with you.
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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 20 days
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Y/n: *grabs snipers belt buckle*
Wait. Do you have a rubber?
Sniper: *looks confused*
Why would I have an eraser??
I was gonna draw this but. Eh I’m bored
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rougepancake · 8 months
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Take care.
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How they deal with you when you’re on your period (hcs)
Ft. Leonne Abbacchio and Bruno Bucciarati
WARNINGS: Fem!reader. Period cramps, mood swings. Fluffy stuff. These hcs are all over the place btw. There is no order whatsoever-
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BRUNO BUCCIARATI
Don’t doubt him, he’s done his research and then some
He knows exactly what to get you when you’re cramping badly, and treats you as if you’re the most fragile thing on earth
Prepares you the BEST herbal teas and plays with your hair while you drink them
Sadly, he doesn’t cave when you beg him for whatever you’re craving, giving you stuff that he knows will tone down your cramps
He definitely gives you massages if you’re tense
I feel like he’s said something along the lines of “we’re in this together” and immediately regretted it afterwards
He makes everything about you for sure
There’s a movie you’ve been wanting to watch? He just bought it on dvd and you’re watching it tonight
You’re hungry? Tell him what you want and he’ll cook it to the best of his abilities
Need a heating pad? If you want, he’ll lay on top of you while you cuddle. If you don’t, you bet your ass he’s got a heating pad on standby
Prepares you nice warm baths and showers and enjoys being able to take care of you like this
Has the fridge stocked with various different fruits and vegetables for you, hand picked to make sure that they’re to your liking
Also has a secret stash of dark chocolate that he bought specifically for when you’re on your period
(he has to move it every month to prevent you from finding it)
Is amazing at comforting you through your mood swings. He’s a real champ for sure
Like if you snap at him, he’ll sit there and take it, because he knows you’ll cave and apologize later. He knows that it’s not your fault that your moody, so therefore he has no need to return your sudden anger
At the start of your relationship, he was definitely much more antsy whenever it came to your cramps and such, but the longer you’re together the more comfortable he gets
He has done all the research he can, and has even gone as far as to ask some of the older women he knows for pointers and such
100% rants to Abbacchio in secret
“I just don’t know what to do! She won’t even let me hold her-“ Bucciarati rambles, his hands waving around madly as he speaks. It’s uncharacteristic for him to be so worked up over something that’s so easily solved.
“Just give her some space.” Abbacchio shrugs and rolls his eyes at his friend. It makes perfect sense, really. You wouldn’t let him touch you, and you seemed moodier than you usually were. You just wanted space. Duh.
“Oh… Yeah. That might work.”
LEONE ABBACCHIO
He has done some research. Like just enough to know what’s healthy for you and what he should do
This guy has a wonderful poker face, because not once have you been able to pick up on the fact that he’s panicking inside
Listen, he loves you, and he’s seriously doing his best here, but damn-
He has to fight back the urge to argue with you for fear that he’ll only upset you further
Like he really, reallyyy wants to piss you off, but he knows better than to do that (plus Bucciarati would never let him hear the end of it-)
While he doesn’t know a whole lot about what to do, he tends to cuddle you until you sleep, or make you whatever you ask for
Sorry but he can’t cook to save his life
Expect slightly burnt food every time he hands you a plate (you love it anyways)
Like Bruno, he’s got a stash of dark chocolate for you, except it’s sitting out in the open and he eats it with you while you’re watching cringy rom coms
I wholeheartedly believe he lets you do his makeup (and vice versa)
Like if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll walk in with his makeup kit and let you go crazy with it
Typically leaves it on until you fall asleep
Whenever he does your makeup, he’s very careful to not upset or hurt you. It’s one of the few times you get to see him so gentle
Has water bottles and heating pads within reach at all times just in case your cramps get worse. He also carries a bottle of Midol in his pocket for extra caution
Refuses to tell you that, however
Had the mindset of “not my womb, not my problem” until he started dating you
The first time you brought it up he died inside. You were suffering and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. It sucked
Because he has done very basic research, he has no idea what to feed you other than your cravings
I mean yeah he looked up what to give you, but forgot within an hour once he saw how much pain you were actually in
Strictly refuses to ask questions about it and does not want help from anyone.
He gets incredibly flustered when he has to go out and get you pads/tampons. His brain always seems to short circuit on him while he’s in the isle. “What size does she prefer?” “Does she bleed heavily or not?? Fuck I can’t remember-!”
Snaps at anyone who looks at him funny when he buys them
Let’s you do his hair for sure, but WILL NOT go out in public with whatever hairstyle you give him
Braids? Cute, but not in front of Bucciarati
Ponytail? Actually he’s kind of digging it, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of it from the others, so no
Pigtails? You sounded excited about them, but he’d literally rather die than have anyone seen him with his hair like that ❤️
“Can I do your hair?” You ask softly, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. “I think you’d look good with Dutch braids, and I’d like to try it out on you.”
“Fine.” He grabs the hair brush and sits with his back towards you, allowing you full access to his hair. “Just don’t rip it out or whatever.”
“Thanks Leone.” You smile and begin parting his hair. “You’re gonna look amazing when I’m done.”
“I’d better.”
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thornybubbles · 1 year
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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Joe-Foes) Doppio/Diavolo
**Note: This is another story that I’m just not satisfied with. I thought about scrapping what I had and rewriting the whole thing but changed my mind and just went in and added some changes instead. I figured if I spent time rewriting it, I’d never get around to all the other projects I want to work on. I’m sorry if it’s trash. I’ll try to do something better for Doppio and Diavolo later.**
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You were in way over your head. 
You were in way, WAY over your head.
You joined Passione as the lowest of the low, just a messenger and nothing more. Slowly over time, you found yourself climbing higher and higher in the ranks receiving more responsibilities and more rewards in turn. Before you knew it, you were as high as you could go. You had somehow become your own unit within the organization.You had no subordinates but you answered only to someone named Doppio. When you first met the man you were certain someone was playing a prank on you. This guy, who looked and acted like a kid, was actually the underboss? This was the guy who took orders directly from the Boss himself? It had to be a joke… but it wasn’t. Doppio absolutely was the undisputed second in command… somehow… and you were taking your orders from him. The strange part was that only you knew who Doppio was and who he had ties to, and you were sworn to secrecy on penalty of death. But when you found out who Doppio really was, that’s when you knew that maybe a life of crime wasn’t the career choice for you. Though, it was far too late to drop out of the game now.
Doppio and you were often paired on missions together. Usually you would receive your orders through cypher messages stating that you were to “Make sure the plan goes smoothly, eliminate any interference, and keep dear Doppio out of trouble.” You had suspicions that Doppio must be related to the Boss somehow. Nepotism wasn’t unusual in the business, but it always irked you whenever you came across it. Doppio’s naivety, clumsiness, and habit of finding trouble no matter how hard you tried to avoid it made you wonder why he was allowed to have such a high ranking with all the responsibilities that came with it. You began to resent the pink-haired twerp, feeling that if anyone should be the Boss’s number Two, it should be you. You actually worked to get where you were. You didn’t just have it handed to you! You didn’t fight your way to the top just to end up as a glorified babysitter! 
What made it worse was that Doppio seemed to have developed an annoying little crush on you. It didn’t help that whenever you and Doppio were on a mission together, the Boss expected you to be in disguise and pretend to be Doppio’s lover. This gave Doppio the perfect excuse to always be holding your hand or clinging to your side in some way. He was always begging for kisses, hugs, or just your attention in general. You were not happy, but what could you do? Orders were orders. What’s worse is that you were beginning to suspect that these “missions” were actually dates. Now every time Doppio snuggled into your side you seethed on the inside and sent mental curses to the Boss. You were one of the best that Passione had to offer and now you’ve been reduced to being a forced date for the Boss’s nephew or something! You were deeply insulted, but due to the situation, you wouldn’t be allowed to voice any complaints. 
Of course at the time, you had not yet put two and two together about Doppio’s real identity. That day would be one you never forgot. It started when Doppio decided to take you on a shopping trip around the city. You sighed and reluctantly allowed yourself to be dragged along. Realizing that this “mission” wasn't going to be anything important, you decided to just let Doppio treat you. You weren’t about to say “no” to free stuff. The problem arose when you made the mistake of not only letting the guy at the jewelry store flirt with you, but flirting back at him. It wasn’t that the guy was especially attractive or anything, you were just relishing the fact that you were finally getting attention from someone other than Doppio. The man-child was so busy looking at all the shiny things in the store that you hadn’t thought he’d notice if you fluttered an eyelash or two. Besides, what would he even do about it? 
Well, you fucked around and found out. 
At some point during your conversation, you turned to see Doppio staring at you with a stunned, horrified expression on his face. For a moment, he looked like he would burst into tears. Then he did something weird. He started imitating the sound of a ringing cell phone. You and the jeweler exchanged confused glances and you began to feel embarrassed by Doppio’s antics. You watched as he started looking around as if he was searching for a phone. He looked behind jewelry cases, rifled through a stand holding some designer purses, and then made his way back over to you. All the while he was making that stupid sound. Finally you’d had enough. 
“Doppio, what the hell--?” You didn’t get to finish the question as you found yourself suddenly off balance. 
Doppio had, for some reason, snatched one of your shoes right off of your foot and was holding it to the side of his head and talking into it as if it were a phone. The action nearly caused you to fall over and nearly lose the wig that you wore as part of your disguise. You turned to glare at Doppio and chew him out for acting like a loon, but when you caught the look in his eyes, anything you were going to say got stuck in your throat. 
Those were not Doppio’s eyes looking back at you. His normally hazel colored eyes were now green and glared back at you with an intense madness. The very shape of his irises had changed. What was wrong with him? Was he possessed? Was an enemy Stand attacking him? Why did it look like he’d grown taller? Shocked, you took a few steps back from him. 
“Boss?” he spoke into your shoe. “Yes, we’re at a jewelry store…. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding… “ 
Doppio continued talking into your shoe as if he was having an actual conversation with the Boss. You could only stare at him in shock. What on earth was happening? The jeweler chose that moment to make a snide comment at his expense and Doppio… effectively lost his shit. The meek, timid, wimp of a man you knew as Vinegar Doppio turned his green-eyed glare on the jeweler. He pressed your shoe closer to his ear to secure it while he used his other hand to grab the poor man by the hair. He then slammed the man’s face into the jewelry case repeatedly until the glass was cracked and splattered with blood. 
“CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ON THE PHONE?!! SHUT YOUR FILTHY, COCKSUCKING MOUTH AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!” he bellowed, using a voice and language you’d never thought you’d hear from someone like Doppio. 
Now he not only looked taller, but his arms and legs seemed more fleshed out and muscular. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up slightly and you could make out what you thought to be elaborate tattoos on his arms. Since when was Doppio the type to get tattoos? You thought about calling your Stand, but you didn’t even know what you would have it do. If you used it to attack Doppio, the Boss would be furious, but you couldn’t exactly just let him give you the same treatment as the jeweler. You had to get out of there. 
The jeweler’s unconscious body slumped to the floor and you moved even further away from Doppio before turning and breaking into a full run. You didn’t care about your other shoe, you just needed to get away from Doppio while he was acting like a psychopath. You didn’t get far. You only took about three steps when you suddenly ran right into Doppio’s arms. You had no idea how he got ahead of you like that. You didn’t even see him move. He practically crushed you in his grip, but his embrace didn’t have its usual clingy, loving feel to it. He was holding you with a strength you’d never felt him display before. It was as if his arms were pythons and they were trying to squeeze the life out of you. 
He was looking up at you with the saddest expression you’d ever seen him use. His watery eyes were now back to their normal color and looking at you like you just knocked his teddy bear out of his hand. 
“Why are you trying to run from me?” he asked with a whimper. 
Was he serious? After that display of his, did he even have to ask? 
“D-Doppio… you… w-what happened to you? Your eyes changed and you-you…” 
Doppio wiped his eyes and let you go. He placed your shoe into your hand. You took it from him and put it back on, not taking your eyes off of him. 
“Boss called us back. We need to go.” he said with a sad sigh.
He never addressed your concerns and seemed to actively ignore it when you mentioned what just happened. He grabbed you by the hand and all but dragged you out of the store. Where was this strength coming from? You just couldn’t understand what was happening. It was like Doppio was becoming a different person! The next thing you knew, you and Doppio were getting into a taxi and being taken to God knows where. 
“He wants to talk to you.” Doppio said, still giving you that sad look. 
“Who?” you asked. 
“Boss. He sounds really mad.” 
A thrill of terror shot through your system. The Boss wanted to talk to you? And he was angry? That’s extremely concerning. On top of everything that was going on with Doppio, you really didn’t need this right now. Also, the Boss never had heart to hearts with anyone directly. Just what was going on? What rule did you break that was bad enough for the Boss to speak to you in person about it? 
“What is he mad about?” you asked Doppio, gulping down your fear.
“Why were you flirting with that guy at the jewelry store?” Doppio said, completely ignoring your question. 
“Uh… I… It didn’t mean anything, Doppio!” you stammered, not wanting to set him off again. “I was just messing around! That’s all!” 
You added the last part with a nervous smile. You never felt so on the spot in your life. It was apparent that your flirting had been what set Doppio off, but you never expected such violence from someone like him. Now you were beginning to understand why the Boss kept him around. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry and no one would ever suspect someone like him to have psychotic meltdowns that ended with brutal violence. But what was with the eye color change and the increase in height and muscle mass? Surely you hadn’t imagined that. 
Doppio huffed and folded his arms, going into a full pout. 
“You never look at me like that…” he muttered. 
His kicked puppy expression was slowly turning into one of annoyance and disgust. For a moment you feared he was about to have another outburst. For the rest of the ride, you sat in fearful silence while Doppio fumed and pouted next to you. After about 20 minutes, you realized that the taxi was taking you to an area of the city that you’d never been to before. Judging by all the sprawling villas and expensive looking stores, you were going into a very well-to-do neighborhood. The taxi pulled alongside an alley next to a huge hotel. 
“This is our stop.” Doppio said. 
He climbed out of the taxi and you followed after him. The taxi driver made no attempt to get any money out of either of you and he drove away as if he couldn’t get away from the area fast enough. Doppio grabbed your hand and dragged you down the alley. The alley was nothing like the ones in other parts of the city. The street was free of any garbage and there weren’t any shady guys in trench coats or scantily clad women leaning against the walls, waiting for their next customers. Other than a few trash cans lining up against the building wall, the alley was completely empty. 
Doppio took you all the way to the end of the alley and you realized that he’d taken you to a dead end. Out of instinct you jerked your head to look behind you, expecting to see rival gang members closing in to corner you, but there was no one there. Doppio stopped at the door and finally let go of your hand. The door looked weirdly high tech. It lacked a knob or handle of any kind and on the wall to the right of it was a keypad. Over the top of the door frame was an ominous looking security camera that seemed to focus in on you as you stared up at it. Doppio punched a code and the door slide open, making an unsettling “ssshhhh” sound. The room beyond the door was pitch black and you couldn’t make out a single thing inside it. Doppio grabbed your hand again, but instead of dragging you along behind him, he suddenly pulled you forward, flinging you into the yawning darkness. You yelped as you felt your body collide with the hard floor. You heard the door clang shut behind you, sounding far too similar to a prison door for your liking. You weren’t sure if Doppio came into the room behind you or threw you into the room alone. 
“Doppio?” you called nervously into the darkness. 
No one answered. You stood up, rubbing your sore shoulder from where you were tossed onto the floor. That would definitely be a bruise later. You never thought Doppio could be so vicious. You had always seen him as a klutzy, slow-witted pest with a childish streak, but you were really starting to think that it was time to reevaluate the way you thought about him. You were startled by the sound of footsteps walking around you. 
“D-Doppio? Is that you?” you called, your voice shaking slightly. 
No response. 
You listened as the footsteps moved away from you. You weren’t sure but it seemed that the further they got away from you, the heavier they sounded. It got to the point that they started to sound like a different set of footsteps. Just how many people were in the room with you? 
“Doppio, if that’s you please answer me!” you said, hating how your growing fear could be heard in your voice. 
The footsteps stopped a few feet ahead of you. There was a clicking sound, and you were suddenly blinded by a bright light shining directly in your face. 
“Doppio isn’t here right now. It’s just you… and me.” 
That was certainly not Doppio’s voice. It was much deeper, richer, and older sounding. You squinted your eyes, trying to see past the blinding light and oppressive darkness. You couldn’t see much, just the outline of a tall man with long hair. He was standing in front of the light, blocking it from blinding you, but also making it impossible to see his appearance in detail. There was one detail that you could make out though, and that was his glaring green eyes. The same green eyes that Doppio had when he flipped out on the jeweler. 
“Do you know who I am?” he asked you. His voice gave you chills, and not in a good way. 
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. You were too afraid to. 
The man walked up to you, staring down at you with menacing green eyes. He reached out and grabbed you by the face, squeezing your jaw just enough for it to be uncomfortable but not quite painful. 
“I’m the man that you signed your life over to when you joined Passione.” he said, tightening his hold on your face just slightly for a moment. 
“I am the only reason you have the power and position that you have today! I am the one that gave you everything! With a snap of my fingers I could have you back to being a lowly messenger, or tossed into the streets! If I so chose, I could end your life in the blink of an eye. Your very existence continues because I allow it!” 
As he ranted, you could feel your blood began to freeze. The mysterious man that stood before you was the Boss himself! You were alone with the leader of Passione and he was royally pissed at you! The trouble was that you still didn’t know what you had done to earn his ire. 
“When you joined up with Passione, you became my subject, my property! I partnered you with Doppio for a reason. You answer to Doppio. You belong to Doppio. Anything that belongs to Doppio belongs to me! Do you understand that?!” 
He shoved you away from him, causing you to fall backwards onto your rear. You stared up at him in fear, afraid that he was going to inflict more abuse on you. He sounded unhinged and still, he hadn’t explained what your crime was. 
“Do you understand the concept of loyalty?” he asked you all of a sudden. 
You nodded your head. 
“Tell me, what do you think loyalty is.” he commanded. 
You took a moment to get your thoughts together while he stared at you in expectation. 
“Loyalty is showing support, devotion, or allegiance.” You answered, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. 
“Do you think you’ve been loyal?” he asked you, his voice taking on a slightly irritated tone. 
“I have been nothing but loyal to you and the organization!” you answered without hesitation. What was this talk of loyalty? When had you ever made the Boss doubt your loyalty? 
He reached down and grabbed your arm, then he yanked you up to your feet. You found yourself pressed up against his chest and staring directly into his green eyes. He studied you for a moment before saying, 
“You were on a date with Doppio, yet you dared to throw yourself at that lowlife at the jewelry store!” 
You didn’t know how to respond. 
He clenched your arm tightly, causing you to gasp in pain, but you didn’t dare try to break free. 
“Let me make it clear to you once more. You belong to Doppio, to ME!! If you are not loyal to me then you are a liability! You do know what happens to those that I deem to be a liability, don’t you?” he practically spat in your face. 
“Y-yes! I’m sorry! I’ll never-- I’ll never do it again!” you said, squirming in discomfort due to the grip on your arm. 
The Boss released you and you sagged to the floor, doing everything in your power not to burst into tears in front of him. After this, the last thing you needed was for the Boss to view you as an emotional fool. 
“I will hold you to that.” he said and you could hear the contempt in his voice. “Now get out.” 
You had no idea where the door was but that didn’t stop you from picking yourself up and charging into the darkness to find where you hoped the exit would be. Luckily, the door slid open as you approached and you wasted no time practically jumping out of the room. The door slammed closed behind you with a foreboding clang. To your surprise, Doppio was waiting there for you, looking both worried and downcast. When he saw you he threw his arms around you in an embrace. You returned it, though shakily. 
You knew the truth about the Boss now. It was something else that no one else knew. Vinegar Doppio and the Boss of Passione were the same person. They occupied the same body somehow. But this wasn’t some rare disorder or anything so… human. No,  this was something straight out of Robert Louis Stevenson! Pure Jekyll and Hyde shit! You weren’t sure how something like that was actually possible, unless it had something to do with his Stand (which you were certain he must have, even though you hadn’t seen it yet).
You looked down at Doppio, who was brazenly snuggling his face into your chest, and took a few slow breaths to calm your jangled nerves. 
“I’m sorry, Doppio.” you said, hoping to smooth things out between yourself and this “current incarnation” of the Boss. 
The man in question looked up at you and cheered, smiling sweetly as if the events of the day had only been a waking nightmare. 
“I forgive you…” he cooed, but suddenly his whole body seemed to tremble and twitch. His head jerked back and it seemed as if a whole separate set of eyeballs rolled around to replace his own. Now you were, once again, staring into the Boss’s wild green eyes. 
“...but…” he said, in a deep threatening voice that was most certainly NOT Doppio’s, “If your lovely eyes ever begin to rove again, I will cut them from their sockets!”
Doppio’s body convulsed once and he was back to normal. 
“I still want to buy you something nice, if that’s okay?” he said, grinning and giving your waist a little squeeze. 
You grinned at him nervously. 
“Okay, sweetheart.” you said with a gulp. “We can do whatever you want to do.” 
You just barely caught the triumphant grin on his face, before Doppio started dragging you out of the alley to finish your date. 
You should have stayed as a messenger.
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mrswint3rs · 21 days
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Hi hi! I hope this isn’t too much to ask as a new follower but thoughts and drabbles on brat tamer Jotaro x fem!reader ⁉️🤯
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a/n- TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST JOJOS ASK :3 i am a whore for this man. (v sorry if this is lacking)
Also to clarify, this is part 4 + jotaro 😓
content / warnings - pussy spanking, slight degrading language
MDNI!!
Both of you had attitude problems and quick tempers, often pissing each other off without much effort. More so you setting him off than the other way around.
You were playful, teasing. Always at the wrong times. He swears he can't take you anywhere without you doing something to embarrass him.
He wouldn’t say anything of it while you were out, however. You’d continue on thinking it was just a silly game, that there wouldn’t be repercussions.
Until you got home.
Then you’d be bent over his knee without warning, pants dropped down to your ankles. You’d laugh like it’s fun, only egging him on more. You were immune to it at this point.
He’d spank your ass until you gave him the proper apology he wanted or until he felt bad for hurting you.
This time, however, his palm firmly strikes your cunt, making your giggling come to a halt.
Not what you were used to.
“Feels different, hm?” he asks rhetorically, striking again without warning. “If you were a good girl, I wouldn’t have to be mean.”
It was different. It stung, yet at the same time it made you throb.
Tears fill your lash line, threatening to spill over. The pauses between hits just made it worse. And the cool air did nothing to simmer the burning feeling between your legs.
Even so, your arousal was clear. Exposed for his all seeing eyes.
“Such a slut,” he grunts, his hand slapping against your clit once more. “Getting wet from your punishment… supposed to be learning a lesson.”
Your whines fill the room with every slap, and he doesn’t even consider stopping until you beg for him to. You give your usual apology, but he’s not buying it. Seems you never really mean it considering the repetition.
His fingers drag through your slick, just enough to ease and distract from the pain for a moment.
“Promise me you’ll behave, and i’ll let you cum.”
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xlxvesxckx · 1 year
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Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo)
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Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Jotaro...or maybe you should have.
Rating: 18+ (MDNI THIS IS PURE FILTH)
Word count: .6k words
Warns: Dom! Jotaro, Sub! Reader, Dirty Talk, rough sext, unprotected sex (please wrap ya willies kiddos), pet names, degradation, hairpulling, mirror sex.
a/n: I PROMISE I CAN WRITE FOR OTHER CHARACTERS BUT JOTARO JUST HAS HAD ME IN A CHOKE HOLD-
(Also this is a repost from my old blog.)
Heres My Kofi if you wanna support me!
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“I’m going to fucking ruin you..”
Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.
You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none. 
So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.
But of course you had other plans…
Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves.
He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.
Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.
“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?” 
You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you.
His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.
“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”
If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze. 
Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary. 
But when you got in bed?
It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.
"Such a good little slut for my cock...a mindless little cock sleeve.."
"Look at you...falling apart like I don't fuck you so good each time.."
"...you'll never be able to fuck someone ever again without thinking of my fat cock...this pussy was made for me..."
Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch.
The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.
“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..” 
He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,
“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”
You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.
“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise.
“Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”
You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.
He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed. 
“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”
You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.
“I’m just giving you what you want…”
He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.
“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”
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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year
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I Just Want to Please You
Jonathan Joestar - The actual love of my life
Warnings: oral, overstimulation, bondage, soft dom, dacryphilia, breeding, ab riding, cream pie, pussy drunk Jonathan lots of things..
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷
the more i look at this the more i hate it LMFAO
@sailewhoremoon @neptunes1nterweb
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Jonathan loves you passionately, sometimes too passionately. This had been your fifth orgasm of the night and your husband, Jonathan, showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
It was exhausting sometimes. The way he’d switch you from position to position. While you were too weak from your orgasm to move or say slow down. Each night, he’d have you go dumb, and each night, you’d let him. Because no matter how much he asked of you, you loved him just as much as he loved you. And what better way to show that love than letting him use you like a rag doll?
That's how you ended up in the position you were in now. Staring up at the ceiling and grasping onto the sheets below you. Your legs, pulled apart, held by the sheer strength of your husband.
The sound of your moans and his constant licking and sucking at your bud drove you wild. Every once in a while, you would hear Jonathan let out a deep moan, causing you to look up and stare as he humped the bed while pleasuring you.
It was a pornographic sight, truly.
But you couldn’t handle it at all.
“Jonathan please, too much-” You threw your head back and started to moan uncontrollably. You raised your hand to try and pry his head away from your clit, but your previous orgasms had made you weak against the man. To your luck, Jonathan stopped, sighing a little before kissing the top of your head, before moving his kisses to your neck, giving small bites here and there. You were too distracted by his sweet but sudden actions that you didn’t even realize that Jonathan had taken off his tie and begun wrapping your arms within the fabric.
“Jonathan?” you’d whisper out to him.
“Sh, it’s ok, my love. I just need you to be patient, yeah? You can do this for me, right, my love?” You nodded yes while a small line of drool began rolling down your chin. “That’s right. You are so perfect. I just want to please you. My perfect wife.” He’d say as he checked to make sure your hands were tied to the bedpost.
And before you could even process it, Jonathan was back at your cunt, using his fingers and tongue both to bring you to your climax. Over and over, his fingers would work into you, and He pepper kisses along your stretch marks. All you could do was lay there and take it. Unable to move or squeeze your legs shut from the stimulation. You felt your sanity slowly slip away. Only the sounds of your whimpers could be heard now. He had pulled another three more orgasms out of you after you had been tied up. This continued for another thirty minutes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could feel Jonathan letting up as you slowly came down from the third.
But you knew this wasn’t the end. You watched in awe as your husband stripped the rest of his clothes, throwing them on the floor without care, before slowly crawling to you on all fours. He looked like some kind of sex God, coming to claim you as his. You watched as his dick slapped against his stomach a little as he got closer. You were speechless but so ready for him.
Slowly he brought his mouth to your neck once again. Moaning into your skin as he felt his dick press against your stomach.
“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He chuckled after he mumbled those words into your skin.
You tried to reach out and touch him, but you were stopped instantly by the tie that bound you to the wooden frame. Jonathan took his time as he kissed all the way down to your womb before he spoke again.
“Are you going to let me fill you up?” He said with a kind face. It had you baffled. The way these deboutrous words were able to leave such a sweet mouth. You were jolted out of your thoughts when Jonathan pinched your clit, eyes begging for your attention. “I asked you a question, my love.”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, what?” he’d ask as if he didn’t know.
“Please fill me up.” He grinned at your words. and instead of answering, you felt him plunge into you. Causing the two of you to moan out in pleasure.
Jonathan stood on his knees, his right arm hooked around your leg, holding it above his waist, and his left hand placed right above your womb. You were so overwhelmed by his touch that his skin felt searing hot against yours, as if he were on fire.
As he began thrusting into you, Jonathan’s hand never left your lower stomach. He wanted to feel the bulge that would come and go as he plunged inside of you. And all you could do was moan and whine.
“Oh my God, Jonathan. Fuck.” You’d pant out, eyes rolling to the back of your head a little each time he hit that spot.
“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good, my love?” He’d ask with furrowed eyebrows and a small hint of sweat now growing on his left brow.
“So good so so goo-” Your words were cut off when you let out a sudden and loud moan; caused by Jonathan pushing your legs to your chest. He was going deeper and harder than before, letting out loud, sultry moans that had you seeing heaven.
Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize how close you were until you were gushing on his dick. You swear you could have seen the stars. And even though you have just climaxed, your husband kept plowing into you like a madman. The slapping sound of your colliding flesh filled your ears, along with the sound of Jonathan’s dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.
“So tight,m-love.” He’d slur and repeat with a hoarse voice. Your eyesight was now blurry, clouded by tears of overstimulation. It was too much to handle.
Soon you could hear another sound start to overpower that of the two of your moans. The bed shaking from the power of your husband's thrusts had become erratic. Jonathan was practically using your body as a personal cock sleeve, fucking you into oblivion.
Suddenly, Jonathan’s hands dropped your legs, causing them to fall onto the soft sheets below them. After he pulled out of you, Jonathan found himself flipping your body over onto your stomach. Making you let out a soft whimper, but before you could say anything, Jonathan raised your ass to his front.
He gave you a few teasing prods in and out of your whole, only allowing his tip to enter you. Before once again pushing into you. Letting out the most whore like moan a man could make.
“You feel so good, baby.” He says in your ear, before nipping at it a little.
The tie felt tighter now that it was twisted from your body being flipped. You knew that there would be a dent from where your hands were tied. You did your best to hold up the rest of your body, but you were so weak from your multiple orgasms Jonathan ended up doing most of the work, making sure to hold you in your place.
Not that he cared though; Jonathan loved doing the work to make you cum. It made him feel good to know he was making you feel good.
You could feel the way he stretched you out more and more each time he pushed back into you. The bed frame had switched out the sound of constant creaking to a much louder march harder sound as it began to hit the wall behind it with each thrust.
It felt like he was trying to break you in half. You knew Jonathan was stronger than the average human, but God, the way he laid into your cunt had you shuddering on his dick.
With each thrust, the tie became looser and looser until it was no longer wrapped around your wrists. Your constant tugging at the fabric from the rough thrusts had caused it to slowly come undone.
The constant clenching around Jonathan’s length had finally begun to take a toll on him. You could feel it with the sloppiness of his thrusts and the growing sounds of his grunts.
One of the hands that gripped your waist as he rocked into you was now working at your clit. You couldn’t even moan anymore; words and sounds that tried to leave your mouth fell silent at your lips.
“Cum with me again.” He’d whisper in your neck as he bent over you. His pace faltering a little bit. “Please?” He’d whimper.
But before you could let out a moan of “yes”, a dramatic snapping filled your ears, and you felt Jonathan’s thrusts stop. It wasn’t until Jonathan pulled out of you, laughing a little bit, did you realize you were laying at an angle now, your bodies, closer to the ground than usual.
He broke the bed.
The two of you had broken the bed.
Instead of stopping and collecting himself as a normal person would, Jonathan tugged on your body once more, carrying you and pushing you against a wall.
“Jonathan, the bed.” You moaned out, feeling him enter you again.
“I know love, it was weak.” he sighed, “It’s okay, we don’t need it.” And with that, he began moving into you again.
“Give me one more. Ok my love? You can do it for me right?” He panted out.
“That’s my good girl.” He’d say before losing himself in the pleasure.
You were officially cockdrunk as Jonathan finally came inside you. Ropes of thick, hot, creamy cum painted your walls. Your husband let out a series of moans. Holding you up at the wall as he calmed down.
He maneuvered your body to the floor delicately, kissing your cheeks and lips over and over with his now swollen lips.
You were tired beyond belief. You couldn’t even let out a sound of protest as he moved his face to your cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you slowly before deciding to clean out all of the remaining cum... with his tongue. It felt so obscene watching him eat his cum out of you as if he was a starved man.
And once he had pulled away from you, satisfied with his job, he rolled your naked body onto his stomach, rocking you back and forth over his abs. The pressure you felt on your clit each time he moved over one of his abs had you gone. Your body was practically lifeless as he sat up, making you straddle him fully.
“You did such a good job for me my love. Such a good job.” He peppered kissed on your forehead as his hand cupped your head softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You whimpered back.
“We need a new bed.”
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xsmutreadersx · 11 months
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They go like "I can change him 🥺🤞" and then it's Dio Brando 💀
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buccig4ng · 4 months
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Hii I was wondering if I could get a mista x reader lemon and he gives lots of praise cuz why not 🤪 anyway ty for taking the time to read have a good one 😌
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oh my god this is such a good ask! i added a little bit of plot as well, i hope you don't mind!
summary: mista and you are out on a mission, and he starts acting like a needy bitch. you accept his offer after a bit of persuation, and hoo boy, do you not regret it at all.
word-count: 1039
warnings: 18+ content, afab reader, pet names (baby, darling, sweets, etc.), language, a lot of praise, semi-public sex, softdom!mista, just a long blowjob really.
!! nsfw under the cut, minors dni !!
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You didn't know how it escalated to this. The last thing you remembered was you and Mista going on a mission together. Nothing too crazy; you just had to take out a couple of people. You both had arrived earlier than necessary, as Bucciarati had instructed you two to do so incase the targets arrived early. You suspected that Mista had had a crush on you for quite a while. Sure, he had always been a touchy bastard, but today more so than ever. Probably because of all the waiting you had to do; Mista had many qualities but patience was definitely not one of them. You had tried telling him off multiple times to stop doing that, reminding him that you were in the middle of a mission, but it seemed like he had no intentions to budge. "(Y/N)~" he whined, "The targets aren't going to arrive for another hour or so. What do you say about having some fun?" Mista winked cockily at the end of that sentence, making you cringe a little bit. Okay, maybe he was attractive as hell and you yourself had a teeny-tiny crush on him, but come on; Bucciarati would murder you both on the spot if he found out that you both had done the nasty on a job. "Mista. No." You replied sternly, hoping he would back down. Spoiler alert: he did not.
For the next 15 minutes or so, all you heard was Mista pouting and complaining, and your own agitated voice telling him to shut the fuck up. Finally, when he leaned down seductively and whispered in your ear, "C'mon (Y/N), I promise you won't regret it," did you widen your eyes and slowly pulled him closer to you, whispering back, "Okay, fine. But we better make this quick."
And THAT'S how it escalated to you being pinned against the heavily vandalised wall of the dark alley you were waiting in, all hot, flushed and sweaty. Mista was kissing you with a fervent amount of passion, and you reciprocated it to the best of your abilities. You felt his hands roam around your entire body, before dipping down to your hips and holding your body as close to his as was humanly possible. Your own hands rose up to his face, holding it tightly as you pulled away for a minute in order to catch your breath. Mista smirked at you, before nipping at your soft earlobe, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He stopped, and spoke in a quiet, raspy voice, "(Y/N), you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," He nipped at your ear once again before continuing, "You'll be a real good girl for me, won't you?"
You felt your panties getting soaked at his words. The effect his words had on you was surreal. "Mista," you whined, "I'll be as good as you want me to be." "Now, that's what I like to hear, darling." Mista chuckled, before pulling at your top, signalling you to take it off. Hurriedly, you rid yourself of your top and unhooked your bra, leaving the sight of your bare chest for Mista to take in and relish. "Holy shit," Mista exhaled, "You're so pretty, (Y/N). You're so fucking pretty." Feeling yourself blush at his words, you couldn't help but let a small smile form on your lips. Mista grabbed one of your breasts and licked its nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking it gently. You began to let out small whimpers and gasps; Mista was godly with his tongue. He switched his attention to your other nipple, sucking it a little harder now.
Is this what heaven felt like? You sure thought so. Just then, Mista stopped sucking on your nipples and said, "Playtime's over, baby. Shall we begin the show now?" You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and dropped down on your knees. "Damn," Mista cocked an eyebrow as you unbuckled his belt, "You're so eager to make me feel good, aren't you? Going to please me well, darling?" You nodded, once again, with the same amount of excitement. Once you stripped him of his pants, you could see his clothed erection, standing proud. You widened your eyes a little bit, and rushed to pull down his boxers. There it was, his cock in all its glory, red and huge and throbbing. You kitten licked the tip of his cock a few times and licked a stripe from its base to tip, making Mista grunt softly.  You managed to take most of him in your mouth, and used your hands for the little portion that still remained. You started moving your mouth, resisting the urge to gag as his dick went further and further down your throat. "Fuuuuuuck, baby," Mista groaned loudly, "Feels too good, never felt this good before. You're doing such a good fucking job, making me so happy." Mista ran his hands through your soft, silky (h/c) hair, with a look of pleasure on his face that you made sure to burn into your head. You wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt his cock twitch a little bit, before it unloaded a sizeable amount of cum into your mouth. You swallowed every little drop of it; it tasted a bit salty, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant.
Mista pulled his dick out of your mouth, and looked at you with a loving gaze in his eyes. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You smiled a bright, genuine smile at him; Mista praising you made you feel butterflies in your stomach. He took one look at his watch, his eyes widening. "Fuck," he exclaimed, a bit of panic in his voice, "They'll be here any minute now." You stood up quickly, putting on your bra and your top. "Sorry about that, sweets," he said, a bit sheepishly, "I couldn't do much for you. Can you wait till this mission is over? I'll make you feel so good that my name will be falling from your mouth like a prayer." You chuckled, "How could I say no to something like that? Of course I'll wait, Mista."
Boy did he live up to his promise.
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sprite-writes-fanfic · 3 months
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Random Caesar Zeppeli Headcanons
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CW: Just some general headcanons and some fluff with a hint of sappy-ness and a little bit of spice. Bro does not die here (because I said so), he gets to live a long and happy life here. :,)
• Gonna come right out of the gate with this one, this fucker has to have kids.
• He of course he doesn’t really know about them because dude doesn’t stick around long with the ladies he’s fuckin’ with.
• He has to have a few kids, and honestly, even if he didn’t, he had siblings, and I’m surprised there wasn’t at least another Zeppeli in the JoJo universe, much less part 5. I feel like one of the Mista or Bruno are the more likely to be in the possible Zeppeli bloodline.
• Moving on from that, I feel like Caesar gives some pretty awesome hugs. Man has the arms and body for it.
• Though I think his body is more naturally cold, and he uses that to his advantage.
• Imagine just chilling and reading a book and he puts his hand on the back of your neck, yeah, he’s THAT guy. He’s friends with Joseph what do you expect?/lh
• Despite being very close friends with Joseph, he’s obviously more of the gentleman out of the two. Yeah he has his moments where he’ll play with you, but he’s not on dick level with Joseph.
• He cannot handle being flirted with, like he’s supposed to be the rizz master here guys—
• He’s usually the flirt, yes, but him being flirted with?? He would not know what to do. He’d get really flustered and just kinda stare a moment, trying to figure out how you’re able to make HIM flustered.
• But despite all that, would treat you like royalty. He’s a great guy and treasures somebody he would actually love and would want to settle down with, which would take awhile but hey, good husband, he’d make you a good spaghetti dinner.
• Once you guys finally get settled, be prepared, he wants a rather large family.
• He’s used to having a lot of siblings and he enjoyed it himself! He’d love that for his own family.
• Either having your own or adopting, or hell even doing both, he cherishes each and everyone of those kids to no-ends, those kids are his life. (Aside from you of course <3)
• I can imagine him getting a really big bed, not only because he’s a big guy, but also for the kids who are too afraid to sleep on their own. And for how many kids you agreed on having, you’ll need the extra space.
• Every anniversary or Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day/Father’s Day, etc, Caesar is taking you out to celebrate. Usually it’s going out to dinner somewhere fancy, but if you’re insistent, you guys could always go somewhere more fun.
• Usually by the end of the night you’d guys make love to finish it off. 👹
Alright, that’s all I have, when I have more ideas I’ll write them down. Focusing more on JoJo writing this time guys. :3
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starry-snippets · 1 year
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thinking about cuddling with star platinum while jotaro is busy working. you're sitting in one of his many white hats and his long white coat, patting star platinum on the head while you flip through a marine animal textbook from earlier in jotaro's college years. star platinum is snuggled besides you while you read the labels, the attentive stand responding with intrigued "oras" which made you giggle and jotaro's face flush. if you hadn't stolen his hat he'd of pulled it over his face in an attempt to hide the red of his ears and cheeks at how much star platinum loves you.
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randoimago · 1 year
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Can I have headcanons with Jotaro (Starlight Crusaders), Rohan and Josuke (Diamond is Unbreakable) with a s/o who's initially scared of their stand, cuz theyve never heard of it?
Helping S/O That's Scared of Their Stand
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Character(s): Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Rohan Kishibe
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): So I kind of did this for Josuke except it was a platonic ask. There might be some similarities here because of that!
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Part 3 Jotaro
He's an asshole to many, but you're his S/O so he tries to be more on the soft side. Still a bit rough around the edges, but he tries. Although depending on how you display your fear - if you're crying a lot, for example - then he snaps at you.
Jotaro tells you it's not an evil spirit and that it actually keeps you safe. Would try to relate to you as he put himself in jail in fear he'd hurt people he cared about. But he's fine and you'll be fine too.
Might bring his own stand out to show you that you're not alone in this. It might scare you more and he'll be annoyed - mainly at himself, not you - but just to show you that he'll do his best to help you through this.
Josuke
A million questions runs through his mind because he wants to find out how you got a stand. Was it with the arrow? If so, he wants to ask about that so he can get rid of the damn thing.
But he also knows that you need comforting and not questioning so he does his best with trying to cheer you up and letting you know that you're okay and safe and fine.
He was sure as hell scared of his own stand when he first got it, but he didn't have anyone to help him through it. You have him though and he'll do his best to take care of you!
Rohan
Uses Heaven's Door to make you not afraid. Well he doesn't but he does get the temptation to do so.
Also fights the temptation to draw some manga based off of your scared expression as this does give him some ideas for a story.
Tries to explain stands to you to the best of his abilities. He thinks that if you have a better understanding (no pun intended, he'd never resort to that) then it should be less scary for you.
His stand might not be the best for training you to use yours and understand yours, so he'll ask Koichi for help. Maybe meeting other stand users would help you feel better too. At least, that's his hope.
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k4shibe · 11 months
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SUMMER WINE — JOHNNY JOESTAR+GYRO ZEPPELI
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summary, my hc of what johnny and gyro(seperate) would be like during sex but probably very ooc
content, afab/amab reader, 18+!!, oral, bondage, praise/degrading, public sex, toys, teasing, toys under clothes, breeding?, creampie, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!!)
note, shoutout to shower thots for ideas🫶🏼not proofread!!
word count, 622
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johnny joestar
i feel like he’d be sooo vanilla tbh hes also a switch
he’s into very light bdsm, like him tying you up in pretty baby blue ribbon, a sight only he could see which would turn him on sm
VERY into praise!!! both giving n receiving. praise is his biggest kink and makes him hard as a rock,,,,
loves cockwarming after sex !! just keeping his cum in your sex after long hours of passionate sex.
your the love of his life so he values u alot. so degrading would be very light unless ur into it.
if you really wanted to he would be resistant at first, quickly get in to degrading seeing how you tighten around him.
his dick is pretty average. although its a few inches bigger than average its not too special.
his dick has a few pubes and is shaved weekly. (his tip is #D48E85 and he has a vein on the side of it thats vv sensitive, it slightly curves to the right)
if u have a pussy he loves playing with it, playing with your clit is his favorite thing to do and he loves seeing how much u cum from it ❤️ his fingers work too, (obviously). he loves fingering you, under your panties, in the shower, mostly anywhere he loves the feeling of ur walls around his fingers.
if you have a dick, he loves sucking your dick. the way your expression changes turns him on sm and the feeling of ur cum in his mouth is such a great feeling for him.
he loves oral in general afab or amab he dosent care !!
gyro zeppeli
oh god. hes such a tease its not even funny
he loves showing off his dick, its longer than it is thicker but its a decent girth.
he’s only a bit bigger than average, and he shaves when he feels like it, which is never. (his tip is #DC938E, 2 veins one near his tip and another near the bottom of his base)
he’s such a bitch, he wont let you cum whilst having like a toy in you whilst he’s playing with your sensitive spots.
if you do cum he “punishes” you by making you finger your ass in-front of him. he loves seeing you do humiliating things.
he loves the idea of public sex. like in a public bathroom or a party, secretly touching your sex under a table or something like that.
loves creampies. he loves cumming inside you and putting a butt plug up your ass to keep his cum inside you for sometime. bonus points if your going out and he has a butt plug in your cum-filled ass
would fuck you infront of johnny if you were down, he dosent care because everyone knows he’s a man whore
hes willing to do mostly anything you want but he prefers being on top
if you have a dick, he loves masturbating together with you, like facing each other and seeing you avoid his gaze with a look of embarrassment makes him sooo horny. seeing u submissive and humiliated is such a turn on for him bc it boosts his ego a lot. he has alot of rizz so he can make you cum only from his dirty words.
if you have a pussy, he loves cumming in you, or having you squirt on his face. he loves cum in general. if you want him too he can fill you up with his firm and its sooo good!! he either stops to admire the view or keeps fucking your cum-filled pussy relentlessly. he also loves when you sit on his face, and how great it feels to have your juices on him.
im sorry this got lazy
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rougepancake · 7 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒
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FT. Dio Brando; AFAB! Reader
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My submission for @dolcezzzza’s cabin collab event
WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Vampire Dio, rough sex, marking, Dio’s sexy vampire fangs, extremely dubious consent, creepy Dio, non-consensual touching, noncon themes, gore, religious & sacrilegious themes, Dio being treated as a god, slight soft sex??, implied breeding, implied objectification
SUMMARY: You and your… rather odd friend get snowed in a cabin together in the middle of summer. What you don’t know is that he’s withholding some rather interesting information from you. Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?
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Snow. What a beautiful sight it is when it’s falling from the sky. How gorgeous it can be when the light reflects off of it just right. It’s glorious in its own right, as is life.
Regardless of the time of season, snow perseveres. It thrives at the tops of mountains in the coldest of temperatures, shining brightly at those who seek it out.
Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin. Where one can do as they please and sit up in their chair with a book and a cup of coffee.
That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.
Though, for whatever reason, your friend was incredibly sensitive to the sunlight. He claimed that he would simply burn alive if he were to ever come into contact with it. This ‘allergy’ of his was the main problem for you while you were trying to book a cabin. Because how in the world were you supposed to find a cabin with little to no sunlight??
“It’s a shame that Jonathan and Erina couldn’t join us.” You looked up from your book and over at your friend, who was sitting in the dark corner of the room, watching the sunset in disgust. He ignored you completely, his eyes fixed on the window. “Oh. Do you want me to close the curtains?”
“It’s snowing.”
“It is indeed.”
A long, pregnant pause followed.
“It’s summer.”
“We’re in Lapland.”
It always snows in Lapland, he ought to know this by now. Actually, he simply just ought to know better. You were the one that paid for the whole thing, and he didn’t seem to respect that one bit. A part of you wanted to think that he expected it of you, but you shut it down immediately. He was your friend. And as much of a douche bag as he was, you didn’t take him as the type to take advantage of you. He wasn’t supposed to take advantage of you.
Your friend sighed heavily and rose to his feet, retreating further into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk this over with you. He was acting like it was your fault that it was snowing, when, clearly, there was no way for such a thing to be possible. His attitude towards it was really starting to get on your nerves, especially since this vacation was his idea.
“Dio come back,” you frowned as he left. The sun was now setting, which meant he would want to go out soon. Though, you didn’t know why. You never knew why. He’d often leave in the middle of the night, coming and going without saying a word. “Come now, Dio. We can wait for the sun to set together.” You watched him slide on his coat and reach for his boots. “What are you doing?”
“It’s snowing. I want to make sure I can leave later.” With a huff, he leaned against the wall and forced his boots onto his feet. “I do not wish to be stuck here with some harlot. Especially when-” He cut himself off, avoiding your gaze. It was bold of him to call you a harlot when you were the one with the money.
And boy did Dio love money.
“Especially when what, Dio? Do not forget that you’re the one who wanted to come on vacation with me. I’m not going to listen to you bitch and moan like a child, do you understand?” You placed a hand on your hip, your eyes following his movements. He scoffed and shrugged off your comment, his hand resting on the doorknob. He could feel the cold through the wooden door, and he frowned at the thought. Would he really be stuck here with you?
“Don’t speak to me like that.” Dio opened the door and was met with a wall of snow, one that towered over the doorway and ensured that you were stuck with the blonde. Silence swept over the two of you as you took in the awkwardness of your situation. He was clearly upset, slamming the door shut with a grunt before turning to meet your gaze. “Why didn’t you check the forecast?” He growled. His tone of voice caused you to shiver, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he so mad all of a sudden? What plans did he have that were so damn important that he just had to leave right now?
“Why didn’t you do it yourself? You’re the one who stays cooped up in his room all day and doesn’t leave until night.” You returned his tone, giving him a frustrated look as you spoke. “What do you even do at night, hm? Flaunt around to get laid? I don’t wanna hear it from you. Actually, I don’t wanna hear anything from you for the rest of the trip. I’m the one who paid for it, so suck it up,” you scoffed and stormed off. Your book was waiting for you, as was your peaceful vacation. You weren’t about to let his mood ruin your day.
You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the den of the cabin. They practically bore holes into your back, searing straight through your clothing along with your skin. What you had said definitely struck a nerve.
“I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it,” you mumbled to yourself as you reached for your book once again, taking a moment to admire the beautiful summer snow outside of your cabin. Though, the thought of reading now bored you. In fact, you’d much rather chat with that jerk that you called a friend, but he was in too much of a bad mood to allow such a thing to happen. It was a shame that Jonathan hadn’t come, maybe then he’d be able to help you deal with Dio. Or at least he could help you learn how to appease him.
With a huff, you rose from your seat once again. You wanted to head to the kitchen, but you didn’t overly feel like cooking, so you opted out and headed to the conservatory. The snow made the room look brighter as it clung to the windows, reflecting the setting sun beautifully. Damn that snow, leaving you trapped with Dio. What did he even do at night anyways? Was he some form of vampire?? You scoffed at the idea. Vampires didn’t exist, after all. They were merely tall tales created to scare tourists away from historical areas. Nothing more, nothing less.
Though, there were many times where you found yourself questioning if Dio was even a human. It was all in the way that he acted. He carried himself in a way that simply exuded confidence, far more than any other person you’d met. He was incredibly strong, and way more intelligent than Jonathan. Sure they sound like normal things, making him sound like some random try hard from England, but to you that wasn’t the case.
In your mind, Dio Brando was an enigma, about as well understood as God. No one really questioned his actions, because no one was brave enough to challenge him. And it surely didn’t help that he was as intimidating as he was beautiful. His body looked as if it were chiseled and sculpted by the finest of artists, as each muscle was defined in such a sickeningly gorgeous manner that made him hard to ignore.
Regardless of how you felt, you knew that it would be best to push your feelings to the side. Sure he was hot, but he was also an inconsiderate prick. About the only time he cared about anything was if it affected his wellbeing. Though, you and Jonathan were used to it by now.
The more you thought, the more guilty you felt for getting upset with him. It’s not his fault that he can’t go out in the sun, so why blame him for it? That wasn’t fair of you. It was a low blow, really. Maybe you should apologize—
Just then, a rather loud thud came from upstairs, startling you out of your thoughts. The sun had completely set by now, with the full moon shining brightly in the sky behind you. It alarmed you to hear something so disruptive. And as your panic set in, you made your way up the stairs, praying that you wouldn’t find your friend dead on the floor.
“Dio? Are you feeling alright?” You called out, peeking up into the hallway anxiously. Silence met you in response, only to be interrupted by a loud groan from Dio’s bedroom. “Hello? Dio please answer me-“ You scrambled up the stairs, your eyes wide. All you could really hear was the thrumming of your own heart, as it was loud enough to overpower your racing mind.
“Go away.” His voice rang out and you froze. What was with his tone? Had he injured himself? Either way, it drove you to get closer to his room.
“C-Come on, Dio! The most you could do is let me help you!” You paused. What were you saying? You didn’t care about him that much, did you? Hesitantly, you placed your hand on the doorknob to his room. “Dio?” You were answered with another groan, this one seemingly more strained than the last. It was beginning to make you nervous. “I’m coming in-!”
“Did you not hear me wench?!” He shouted at you, his voice seemingly farther away than before. “I said go away!”
His tone caught you off guard, causing you to shake. Was his voice… wavering? No- it couldn’t be. Dio would never show any form of weakness to you, regardless of how close you are. He knew better than that.
You frowned and glared at the door, lowering your hand from the doorknob with a frown.“Fine! Fucking be that way you dick!” You stomped your foot and huffed angrily. Why did you even bother? All your kindness would do was backfire, so there was no point in trying to be nice to him. But you tried anyways, which upset you further.
The sudden sound of his bedroom door flying off its hinges caused you to scream loudly, pure terror spreading throughout your body and forcing you to freeze. His heavy breathing along with yours echoed in the hallway, his heavy steps echoing loudly within your ears. That strength… it was inhuman.
“What did you just call me?” His voice was low, just quiet enough to be menacing. “Don’t be shy, say it again bitch.” He was behind you now, bent over so his lips could hover above the skin on your neck. This was a side of Dio that you had never seen before, and it frightened you. He was much bolder than usual, his hands wandering along your sides as he waited patiently for you to respond to him.
“I said you’re a dick, a real son of a b-bitch,” you didn’t know what came over you, and your body tensed further when his long fingers caressed your throat. You felt like a woman in a medieval painting, cradled by a monster who was too beautiful to be the same creature as you.
“You know, your veins are really something…” Dio trailed off into silence. It was incredibly hard to ignore his lustful tone, and it took everything you had to not turn around and meet his lidded eyes. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a whine to pass through your lips. You couldn’t believe this was real. Was he really this close to you? Honestly, under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded.
For Dio Brando was simply that divine of a being.
“Your blood must taste as amazing as it smells…” The words caught you further off guard, and if you could, you would have run away and never looked back. But why? Dio was supposed to be your friend, someone you could trust to protect you if need be. You shouldn’t be afraid of him. It just didn’t feel right. Even if he was a monster, it didn’t feel right.
Your instinct, nine times out of ten, was right. And you should have listened to it and run, but as Dio led you into his bedroom, you knew it was over. Lines had been crossed, and each step he took dragged you closer to the point of no return. The regret pooling in your stomach was almost great enough to drown out the pain of Dio’s fangs breaking your skin. His sharp nails tore through your clothing, and he wasted no time in tossing them across the room. With every move he made, a plea escaped you, but you argued in vain. Dio couldn’t have cared less, you knew this.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He whispered into your ear, his left hand trailing down your bare stomach at a tauntingly slow pace. It stopped at your core, hovering over it as if to prove a point.
His fingers slipped into you with ease, relentlessly stretching your cunt so that you stood a chance at being able to take him. Horrible things were whispered to you, things that made you tighten around his fingers helplessly.
“H-Hah- Dio- don’t stop, please—“ You grabbed his arm and squirmed, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your high building up. It was an all too familiar feeling, and it was stolen from you within seconds by the monster behind you.
“That’s Lord Dio, to you, got it?” His fangs grazed your neck at the same time his thumb discovered your clit. A whine escaped you, loud and shameful. You couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence, your mind going fully numb as your hips bucked upwards for more friction.
“Yes-! Lord D-Dio, I- ah-“ His thumb pressed down harshly onto your clit, purposefully interrupting you. At this point, there was no telling what his goal was.
“Now, where were we?” Dio rolled you over effortlessly, shoving your face into the pillows with a shit eating grin. “Ah yes, I was about to make you my bitch.” He forced his cock into the heat of your cunt, a low groan escaping him in the process.
Screams and cries echoed throughout the cabin, a cruel reminder that you were alone with the mythical Dio. Yet you couldn’t seem to drown in your remorse, not when he was making you feel so horribly good. It was almost as if you were thankful that he fucked like the god he pretended to be.
A loud groan left him, and he threw his head back in pleasure. His lips were parted in bliss, sweat coating his forehead as his hair fell into his face.
“My my, you took me so well…” He released his grip on you and allowed you to turn around and look at him. His eyes flickered with lust at the sight of your fucked out expression. It was as if the sight of your beauty had stunned him into silence. Was he just now noticing how gorgeous you were?
“L-Lord Dio…” You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. His cock was still buried deep inside you, causing a bulge to form on your stomach. It was something you could get high off of.
He leaned in quickly, his eyes shining brightly as he observed you. How many people had he slept with again? And yet, not one of them was able to make him feel this way.
“I could make you a goddess, you know,” Dio whispered, his tone anything but soft. His breathing grew to be heavier than usual, as if he was waiting for you to agree so he could continue blowing your back out. “You would be my queen…”
His hips began to move once more, slower than before so he could feel you better. His eyes didn’t dare to leave yours, his fangs peeking over his lips as he fucked you.
“From now on, you shall be mine. Got it?” His voice was low and quiet, soft grunts escaping him here and there as he picked up his pace. He had reduced you to a whining mess, objectifying you in just about one of the best ways possible.
You thought, at least.
“Let me fill you with my seed, you filthy being,” he called out, his thrusts sloppy and erratic. “Bear my child, give me an heir.”
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Rumor has it that what happens in the cold mountains of Lapland is to stay there, forever lost amongst it’s beautiful scenery. No one speaks about what they’ve seen, for they immediately forget once they lay their eyes upon the glorious yearlong snow.
Ah, snow. It gleams underneath the summer sun, as if to smile at its enemies. How beautiful it can be in its perseverance, spreading its numbing cold to the areas around it effortlessly.
Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin, where one can kick up their feet and read a book beside the fireplace with a cup of coffee.
That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.
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What Makes Them Dangerous: Yandere Jotaro Kujo
Note: Finally decided to add more characters to this scenario. So here's Jotaro's.
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Do I even need to explain what’s dangerous about yandere Jotaro? The man exudes violence from his very skin! While he is yet another yandere that will never show you his dark side (if he can help it), he has no trouble showing anyone else just how crazy he is for you. He tries to stay nonviolent most of the time, but he knows from experience that some people just can’t take the hint without getting a few of their teeth knocked out. Anyone that crosses you or gets in the way of his relationship with you will find themselves in his crosshairs. And they will quickly learn that this is a very, very bad place to be. Jotaro will try to reason with them first. He won’t bother to sugar coat things though. Gentle persuasion isn’t exactly his thing. If they keep messing with you or trying to separate you from him, he will put them in the ICU without hesitation (and that’s if they’re lucky). If they’re unlucky, well…. 
Jotaro doesn’t like the idea of taking a life, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again if he feels he has to. Some people are just too stupid. Some people just don’t learn their lesson the first time. Some people don’t realize that Jotaro was being merciful when he only broke both of their legs. Some people simply don’t deserve to keep living. That guy that keeps flirting with you even after Jotaro nearly beat him to a pulp? He’s about to disappear. Jotaro only gives people one warning. If they can’t listen to reason then whatever happens next is completely their fault. Jotaro’s patience is limited, especially when it comes to you.
The worst part is that you can’t tell when he’s giving someone death glares or just being Jotaro. You feel like he’s giving your friend dirty looks, but it’s hard to tell because he tends to look at everybody like that. Dude’s got a fatal case of resting bitch face. It starts to bother you after a while and you finally decide to just come out and ask him why he keeps glaring at your friend, all he says is: 
“He’s annoying.” 
You sigh and shake your head. You don’t know what you expected. There aren’t many people around that Jotaro doesn’t find annoying so you aren’t really surprised by his response. You start to see less and less of that friend though. After a week or so of not seeing him at all, you start to get worried. He isn’t answering your calls, either. You decide to go to his house to find out what’s going on. You meet him just as he’s getting ready to go into town. He jumps when he hears your voice and visibly turns pale. You go to hug him and he just backs away from you, practically climbing over his car to get away from you, acting as if your arms just turned into venomous snakes. When you ask him what’s wrong he bluntly tells you that he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore. You ask him why, but he offers no explanation. He just tells you that he wants nothing to do with you anymore and tells you not to call him or come to his house ever again. The whole time he’s saying this, he’s nervously glancing around and looking over his shoulder. It makes the situation all the more confusing. The whole thing upsets you pretty badly. 
You go up to your favorite spot, a place off the highway that is pretty secluded and overlooks the town. Hardly anyone goes up there, so it’s a good place to go to be alone. You aren’t alone for long, though, because the next thing you know Jotaro’s standing next to you. You have no idea how he snuck up on you so silently and it gives you a start when you turn your head and suddenly see him there, leaning on the railing next to you. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod in greeting. You respond with a very glum sounding, “Hey.” 
There’s a moment of silence that lasts a little too long, before Jotaro breaks it. 
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asks, tone a little harsher than he meant for it to be. 
You stifle a sob, all of your emotions threatening to burst forth. You don’t want to cry in front of anyone, especially not Jotaro. You’re afraid he’d tell you to stop sniveling like a baby, because he sounds like he’s in a bad mood. After a moment though, you finally tell him about what happened between you and your friend. Jotaro listens intently, but doesn’t say anything. He offers no words of sympathy or encouragement. He just stands there and listens in silence. 
“I don’t know what I did to make him hate me and he wouldn’t tell me anything! He just pushed me out of his life like we hadn’t been friends since middle school!” You explain. “What’s so bad about it is that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. It seems like all my old friends are all ditching me, too, and I don’t know why! I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me…” 
Another wave of emotion comes over you and you do your best to hold back the tears, but they start flowing in spite of your efforts. 
If Jotaro noticed, he didn’t say anything. Something cold nudges the back of your hand and you jump. You look down to see that Jotaro is offering you a can of beer. Whether you’re a drinker or not, you decide that tonight you could use something to take the edge off. You take the beer from him and open it. You take a few sips, not really liking the taste of it, but you’re not about to complain. Jotaro rarely does stuff like this for anyone, so you were going to take advantage of his rare display of kindness. It briefly occurs to you how weird it is that Jotaro managed to procure an ice cold beer way up there on the overlook, but that kind of stuff always seems to happen around him for some reason. You don’t question it. You look to see that Jotaro is already sipping on his own beer. He pulls the can away from his lips and stares at you with a serious look. 
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” he says. “They’re just shitty friends.” 
You looked away from him, staring out at the lights of the town. You weren’t too sure about that. If so many people were pulling away from you, surely it was because of something you did, right? Why else would they suddenly decide they didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? (If you only knew, Reader. If you only knew.)
“Stop worrying about it.” Jotaro’s irritated voice interrupted your brooding. “People that would cut ties with you and not even tell you why are not worth getting upset about. They’re just assholes and you’re better off without all of them.” 
His tone was a bit harsher than usual. He sounded legitimately pissed off. You didn’t say anything. You just took another sip of beer and stared up at him. He was looking out over the town, actively avoiding eye contact with you. He didn’t want you to see the murderous gleam in his eye. All he wanted was for you to forget about those losers and focus on him. You didn’t need them when you had him. 
“Besides… I’m still here aren’t I?” he muttered under his breath. The moment he said it he tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes, feeling ashamed for saying something so sappy. 
It was just loud enough for you to hear and it caught you off guard. Jotaro was being awfully soft with you tonight. Well, as soft as he managed to be for anyone, but still this was unusual. Besides that, he was right. Of all of your friends, Jotaro was the only one that still hung around. He was the only one that hadn’t distanced himself from you. It was a miracle that he was even your friend to begin with, seeing how he seemed to hate the very idea of social interactions. If a guy like Jotaro was still willing to hang around you, and actually enjoyed doing so, then you must be doing something right. Fine. If your old friends didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, then you didn’t want to be around them anyway. Why stick around where you aren’t wanted? JoJo was a better friend than all of them combined!
“Yeah, you know what? Screw ‘em.” you said, suddenly feeling elated and free. 
You put the beer can to your lips and chugged the rest of it down, throwing your head back as you did so. Jotaro watched you with a small smile on his lips (which he hid by taking another sip of his beer). You finished off the beer with a satisfied sigh. It didn’t taste that great, but you didn’t care. You were celebrating a new beginning. From now on, you would only hang around people that actually cared about you. No more fake friends. If that meant that you only hung around JoJo, then so be it. At least you knew he wouldn’t bail on you for no reason at all. 
Jotaro allowed himself a brief smug smile before finishing off his own beer. While he was elated over the fact that he managed to make you forget about your former friends, he couldn’t ignore how depressed you were earlier. Even in the darkness, he managed to see your tears. He told your friend to stay away from you, but he didn’t tell the shithead to make you cry. Jotaro felt that he needed to teach that lowlife another lesson. Maybe a more permanent one this time?
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