#jotaro kujo x female reader

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: showering with Jotaro Kujo

characters: Jotaro Kujo (part 6), gender neutral reader

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

…Jotaro Kujo joining you in the shower

He leans closer to your face. The hot water falls against him, slicking his hair back and clinging to his eyelashes somehow making him even more stunning.

He catches your wrists and you feel your heart flutter. His biceps contract as he moves your wrists above your head, pinning them against the tiled wall.

Externally, he’s in control. He’s cool and composed.

Internally, he feels like he does before a stand battle. His heartbeat pounding, the rush of adrenaline, the surge of power.

Even Star Platinum’s primal urges are rumbling deep inside him

…But he keeps it at bay.

“Tell me what you want…”

He moves his hips forward, his now hard cock getting achingly close to you,

“And I’ll give it to you.”

[zujime]

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

─── jotaro k.

cw. fluffy stuff, fem reader, and some swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sl33paholics]

Eternal Eden

Jotaro Kujo (4) x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (no shit), nipple play, misuse of stands (if you squint), impregnation (it's canon alr!?), overstimulation, slang, odaxelagnia, errrrr I can't be bothered to list all the shit here. You'll see once you read

Y'all ever wonder what Jotaro's wedding was like? Or even the honeymoon? I don't, but here I am writing it for the sake to feed y'all and go back into hibernation. This may be longggggg so strap in. Also, I'm sorry for the setbacks. By the time this comes out, it's either Thanksgiving or the day before :P

Dt: @crypticspacecat and whoever wants to get tagged

You're currently sitting in front of your now newly engaged husband on the edge of the four poster bed, dressed in your finest errortic nightgown that Jotaro wanted you to wear. You're trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach by telling yourself that it's a casual thing. Of course, this happens. It's your honeymoon, after all! He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your position on the bed, biting your lip. Jotaro looked absolutely striking, that toned athletic physique of his showing through his loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but notice his teal eyes were glinting mischievously in anticipation.

As he got closer to you, you moved back, eventually laying your full body on the bed as he cralwed on top of you. The smell of crème de cacao filling up the air from the candles he lit made you feel giddy, just him staring down at you, so close. His teal colored eyes looked into yours, and he whispered, "What do you think?" Your heart skipped a beat at his voice that was low, deep, husky, and you felt a shiver going down your spine. Leaning in for a kiss, you felt his lips against your plumply parted ones, kissing you softly and slowly. Jotaro pulled away only to lean forward again, pressing his lips onto yours more firmly.

The sound of an old fashioned clock ticking filled the silence as Jotaro trailed kisses along your jawline and neck, making you moan out in pleasure at the sensation of his soft yet firm lips moving along your exposed skin. You felt him chuckle against your neck as you moaned again, feeling the tickle of stubble grazing over your sensitive flesh, and you reached up, running your hands through his black hair. When Jotaro finally pulled away for real this time, he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. You had seen him shirtless many times before, but never like this, so much naked skin being shown to you. Not to mention the scars littered across his chest and arms, from fights he'd been in throughout his life. In a disheveled heap as he leaned back down, kissing your lips hungrily.

Jotaro carelessly began to remove your nightgown from you. You could hear his breathing becoming unsteady already just by looking at him, and you giggled quietly at his reaction. He looked adorable. He really did. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and began to grope your breasts. His large fingers lightly brushed over the nipples and when he squeezed them gently, you let out a low whimper, grabbing his shoulders as he began to pinch them, sending a rush of sensation throughout your body. As Jotaro rubbed your hardened nipples, your eyes fluttered shut. He even had the audacity to give them a twist and pull on them, making you gasp out in pleasure.

The sudden grinding caught you off guard, and you opened your eyes, looking directly into his blue ones. Looking into his eyes as they darkened, seeing lust and desire swirls in those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, almost as if they were dancing around inside those irises. As it continued, you could feel his cock harden in his shorts, the dick print seemingly visible in front of you. Gosh, it made you throb hard.

Within a blink of an eye, his shorts and boxers are now off. The two of you both laid on your sides facing the same direction. "Damn you, Kujo!" You exclaimed as you watched his hard, bulging cock spring up between your legs, his length hitting your clit in that most delightful spot. You couldn't help but let out a small yelp, and you heard him laugh a little breathily. His fingers doing magic rubbing your clit in a circle motion and then pinching it in unison with the movement of his finger and thumb. You felt the familiar tingle spread throughout your body, and you began moaning louder. Your soaked pussy making you go crazy.

You watched him move his face towards your neck as he kissed you there, biting down and sucking on the delicate skin. Your head fell back onto the bed as his mouth left marks and nips along your neck as he went. Slowly raising up your knee, gripping onto the bedsheets, you felt the warm moisture from your juices pool below your thigh. The tip slowly goes inside of you, feeling the sharp pain made you jolt. Jotaro quietly reassures you by whispering, "It'll be okay," and you feel another wave of heat spread through you. He gave you a moment to adjust, little by little, getting used to how slick and tight your opening was. The friction of your inner walls and the cold air made your legs weak, but the painful pleasure made you feel good, too. His cock was fully in you.

Jotaro started off with slow, careful thrusts. Taking his time, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, and the way you made sounds of pleasure every time he bucked his hips. You were getting turned on by his gentle touches, and he knew it, taking care not to hurt you. Soon, though, your moans became higher pitched, needy, needy noises, which he loved hearing as he kept pumping in and out of you. The tension was building fast, and Jotaro was having a bit of difficulty holding himself back.

Soon enough, the pace picked up as Jotaro increased his strokes, making you cry out. The man was beginning to hit the spot you wanted, the spot you've craved for years now. You've never felt your legs shake so much in your entire life, or your whole body shake so violently like this. "Fuck, Jotaro! Fuck me!" You shouted. He seemed to take note of your tone and speed up his movements, and soon he was pounding harder and harder. The friction was increasing, building up in intensity as you felt yourself coming apart. And soon you felt it, your body spasming and clenching around his cock. "Ah, fuck!" You screamed out in pleasure.

With Jotaro suddenly pulling out, it caught you off guard. You felt your body being turned to be laid flat down. Your legs suddenly being lifted up and spread wide open, you're too dazed to see if it was Jotaro doing it or your body acting on its own, as if another pair of hands were doing the dirty work for him.

As you felt Jotaro's hands gripping onto your waist, his hard cock enters your soaked pussy, he let out a deep primal groan at the sensation as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts became harsher and faster, and you gripped onto him tighter, crying out Jotaro's name over and over again in pleasure. His hot, heavy breaths hitting your ear as he grunts, "Fuck, I'm close." Your drunkenly expression looked down to see his bulge appearing and disappearing with every thrust. The sight was exotic. Almost hypnotic.

"God!" You cried out, feeling waves of ecstasy roll over you as his seed spurted inside of you. You gasped in delight as your orgasm hit you hard, causing you to scream his name. You're for sure that it he got you pregnant right here, and now, you wouldn't have minded in the slightest.

Jotaro stared down at you, that pretty face of yours now covered by tear trials and your plumply lips being a bit bruised from the rough kissing. It made him want to go for around two, but he knew that you couldn't take it all. Jotaro slowly pulls out from between you and lays down next to you, still panting as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his sweaty forehead. You snuggle up against him, wrapping your arms around him as you look up at him. Those eyes still had lust behind them, but for sure, your body was sore and exhausted.

He gazed down at you, and you smiled brightly up at him as he pressed a light kiss to your temple. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him tightly against you as the two of you just lay there, content and relaxed.

[bizkitsnuggets]

BLUEFIN TUNA.

— Jotaro Kujo x Female Reader.

“Shut up, jack face! ”

“That doesn't even make sense, dumbass! ”

Status: Ongoing!

Comedy, romance, sfw, fluff, Jotaro is bad at feelings.

main m.list

NOTES —

This fic was originally written to be on Wattpad but I thought why not post it here as well!

Go check out my Wattpad account! @/reyzsugar.

☆ This fic contains; adult jokes, curse words, insults, 3rd person pov, and errors. If you don't like those, you may leave and find another fic to your liking!

CHAPTERS —

01: TUNAS ARE DUMB.

02: ORANDA FISH.

03: KUJO, THE BLUE TANG.

04: CIGARETTES... AND FISH.

05: MEMORIES AND SKETCHES.

06: GOLD FISH?

07: SICK OF YOUR BULLFISH.

08: PEACEFUL OCEAN AT LAST.

[yoshhii]

SFW ALPHABET— kujo jotaro

Attention. how much attention do they want in the relationship?

jotaro doesn’t really care for attention. yes your attention will always be special to him but he doesn’t need it.

Babies. do they want a family? why or why not?

no he would not. it would get in the way of work and he wouldn’t want the babie’s life to be in danger, due to being in the joestar bloodline.

Cuddling. do they like to cuddle and show affection? if so how?

jotaro is not an affectionate guy so not really. if you where to cuddle he’d lay on his back while having you lay on top of him. you might get an arm around your waist or a kiss on the forehead, but that’s every once in a while.

Dates. what are dates with them like? what do they like to do?

you probably guessed it, but he’d take you to an aquarium. he likes it when you walk side by side while he tells you all about the marine animals, telling you where they come from, what kind of species they are, etc. if you wanted to pick the place instead he’s okay with it.

Equal. do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

he prefers to be the dominant one in the relationship. although if you prefer the same he wouldn’t mind a little challenge.

Fights. how do they handle arguments?

arguments with jotaro are very rare due to his blunt and calm personality, so you guys normally talk it out. but if one where to happen he’d be silent the whole time and listen to your rant. he’d either give you a blank stare and walk away until you cool down, or tell you that you’re stressed and need to take a break on whatever you’re doing.

Gratitude. how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

jotaro is very grateful to have you. he is aware of every little thing you do for him and he greatly appreciates it. he’ll never tell you that though.

Honesty. are they honest with their s/o? how important is it to them in a relationship?

he is very honest with everything unless it’s about his work. honesty is a key to maintaining a healthy relationship, so it’s very important to him. if there is something you’re not comfortable sharing he understands and won’t force you to say anything.

Insight. how easy is it for them to read their partner? (mood, thoughts, etc.)

it’s very easy for him, he reads you like a book. he knows you well and can tell if something is off just by the sound of your voice. it’s like he knows you better than yourself. it can be a little terrifying but rather impressive.

Jealousy. do they get jealous? if so, how easily? how do they deal with it?

jotaro does not get jealous, like at all. you’re a person too so you should be able to talk and hang out with whoever you want. just stay out of trouble.

Kiss. what are their kisses like? who kissed who first?

his kisses are very short but sweet. he gives you little pecks on the lips and some on your forehead. you would be the one who kissed him first.

Love. who said "i love you" first? how often do they say it?

like before, you would be the one to say it first. jotaro prefers to say it during special moments since he’s not the type to show affection. he doesn’t say i love you a lot but his actions reassure you that he does.

Marriage. do they want to get married? how long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand?

this could be a 50/50, it depends on what’s happening. since he is a joestar enemy stand users are bound to attack him and he doesn’t want to put you in that loop. so maybe not and you continue just being partners, or he decides that the enemies have lessened and proposes. in order for you guys to get married you need to be together for at least 4 years. if he’s going to marry someone he needs to find the right one and make sure he can fully trust them.

Nickname. what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

he does not give you any nicknames sadly :( the most you’re going to get is ‘brat’. he does find it annoying when you call him something but not to the point where it angers him.

Open. how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

it takes jotaro a very long time to trust someone. so for him to open up to you means your are incredibly important (you are). it will take him around a year to finally say some things about himself. he will slowly reveal more of his interests and such as the years go by.

PDA. how do they feel about public displays of affection? what kind of PDA do they show?

no and none.

Quality time. what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

quality time is rare for both of you. so during moments like these you try to make the most out of them. he would take you to the beach, not just because he loves the marine life, but rather because it’s a calming place where you both can be alone. even if he doesn’t speak, it’s nice to be in each other’s presence enjoying a comfortable silence.

Reunion. how do they react after being apart from their s/o? how do they cope when they're away?

jotaro being away from you isn’t rare. he’s always doing something being caught up in work. to say the least, he doesn’t really react much. he knows you are strong and can take care of yourself so he doesn’t need to worry.

Sad. how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? how do they like to be cheered up?

he’s kind of awkward when it comes to situations like this, so he’ll try to do things that will make you feel better. for example, make you your favorite meal, put on your favorite show for you and give you blankets, and if you have a stand he’ll let star platinum try to make you laugh. as for him…you’ll never see him cry.

Thrill. do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

jotaro believes that there’s no need to try anything new, since your relationship is already good. if you do end up wanting something different he’s willing to listen and comply.

Understanding. how well do they know their partner?

like i said before he basically knows you more than yourself.

Value. how important is the relationship to them?

jotaro isn’t really one for dating but the fact that you guys are together says a lot. this relationship is extremely important to him. he almost values it as much as he values his work, he’d do anything to keep you as his.

Wild card. a random relationship headcannon.

would buy matching dolphin plushies for both of you.

Explicit. an NSFW headcannon.

not doing this one

Your name. if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

you would take his last name.

Zz. how do they like to sleep with their partner?

it’s similar to when you cuddle, he lays on his back while you’re curled up next to him, though he doesn’t mind what you do. on rare occasions you might get a kiss to the forehead before he drifts into sleep.

[animethic]

Hi, welcome to tumblr ✨

Can I rq a oneshot for yandere Jotaro x reader x yandere Kakyoin? (or just Jotaro x reader or Kakyoin x reader if you more comfortable with that)

Afab reader please (but you can choose neutral reader if you want)

Hey thanks for the welcome and thanks for requesting sorry for the wait, hope this is okay for you!

Disclaimer: I don't condone any of the toxic or abusive behaviours mentioned in this fic.

Word count 1.77k

CW: Yandere themes, Obsessiveness, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships, Isolation, Cursing, Threats of violence (Towards reader) Kissing (Nothing suggestive), Slight Objectification/infantilization. Poly Relationship, Female Reader. 18+ only content

Yandere! Jotaro x  Fem!reader x Yandere! Kakyoin

You woke up in a sweat, lying between your two “boyfriends” on the large bed that the three of you shared in Jotaro’s room. Your head was laying on Jotaro’s broad chest while Kakyoin had his arm wrapped around your waist in a suffocating embrace. Both of them seemed to be in a deep sleep and you decided that now was the time to put your escape plan into action.

Slowly you removed the red head’s arm from your waist and shimmied yourself off the bed slowly so as to not wake the two sleeping men, luckily for you they were both heavy sleepers so it wasn’t a difficult task. Creeping over to the bedside table where your phone sat, you quickly unlocked it shooting (F/N) a quick text, Plan is on, meet you at the school in twenty minutes. Their reply was almost instantaneous. Alright, see you then. “Wow, they must have been really worried about me to stay up this late” you thought.

The relationship between you and the two men wasn’t always toxic. They used to be perfectly loving boyfriends who treated you like royalty. You were taken out on adventurous dates, brought thoughtful gifts and showered with love and attention. Although admittedly, it took Jotaro a bit more time to break down his walls and be comfortable with this he eventually warmed up and became just as loving as Kakyoin. 

Lately though they had both changed. You didn't go out on dates anymore, opting to stay at Jotaro’s house where they both claimed “It would be more fun anyway”. Which turned into excuses as to why you shouldn’t leave the house altogether, and soon without even realising, you had moved in with them full time. “Yare yare (Y/N) what’s the point in leaving for groceries when we can just bring you anything you need?” Jotaro said as if you had asked a ridiculous question. You didn’t question him, too afraid of his temper to say anything. He has never laid a finger on you before, but you weren’t about to take any chances. Kakyoin wasn’t much better, making you feel guilty for even suggesting to go outside alone.

“Do you not want to be around us (Y/N)? Trying to look for another man to replace us, huh?” He pouted. You didn’t ask to go out again after that.

Truthfully you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved the two men of course and stayed out of loyalty more than anything, but they were extremely suffocating, and you needed to get out. It was taking a toll on your mental health. A few days ago you broke down in a phone call with (F/N) while Kakyoin and Jotaro were out of the house visiting Jotaro’s grandpa Joseph. 

(F/N) was one of the only friends who stuck around during your forced isolation from the outside world. Together you both came up with a plan to escape from the two men in the middle of the night within the next week. It broke your heart to do it this way but you knew breaking up with them directly would be a bad idea so this was the only option you had left.

You creep downstairs into the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible and grab the keys for the front door off the kitchen counter. Peeping around to see if the coast was clear you make your way over to the front entrance and grab your black winter jacket from beside the door and you’re just about to put it on when you hear a gruff voice come from behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going this late at night?” Jotaro questions.

Your body goes rigid as you turn around to face the man in question looking at the unreadable expression on his face. “I was just going out for some fresh air for a few minutes and then come back to bed, I swear Jojo” you said, holding your hands up defensively in front of you. 

He sighs in annoyance “Yare Yare, you know you’re not supposed to leave the house without at least one of us with you at all times there could be someone dangerous out there”.

“Yes Jotaro I know” It was your turn to sigh now, all hopes of not being caught gone out the window.

Without being told to, you began walking back up the stairs, with Jotaro following close behind. The plan had already failed so you resigned yourself to trying again another time when the chance came. You yelp at the sudden feel of a gentle hand pressing against your lower back to help guide you back upstairs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“N-Nothing Jojo” you squeak out, turning your face away from him in an attempt to hide the fierce blush that coloured your face, you don’t know if you’ll ever get rid of the shyness you feel from his affectionate touches.

You both reach the bedroom to find a worried looking Kakyoin who’s wide awake waiting for your arrival back to bed. The minute he spots the two of you he smiles and opens his arms in invitation for a hug which you immediately accept.

“Where did you head off to beautiful?” Kakyoin asks stroking the back of your hair, “We missed you in bed with us and got a bit of a fright when we woke up and seen you weren’t here with us”

You were about to answer him until Jotaro spoke in your place, “She wanted to go for a walk, said she needed fresh air or something”.

You glared at him for speaking as if you were not there and a remark was about to leave your mouth until again you were interrupted, by Kakyoin this time. “Ah (Y/N) you know we can’t protect you from danger if we’re not out there with you right?, we’d be heartbroken if something happened to you and we couldn’t stop it” He seemed to upset himself with his own words as his grip on you tightened while speaking, nearly leaving you breathless.

Jotaro nodded in agreement and walked over to the bed pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You couldn't help but snuggle into his hold, the lingering scent of cologne making you relax and hum happily. You look up at the stoic man and bring your lips up to meet him in a passionate kiss which he eagerly accepts, moving your lips together in sync he lets out a happy hum. You break away from the kiss and look up to see a slight flush on Jojo’s face 

“Can I have a kiss too sweetheart?” Kakyoin asks from beside you, rubbing his hand lightly down your back.

You nod vigorously, quickly reaching over to your other boyfriend and giving him the same treatment as Jojo. Kakyoin's kisses were softer than Jotaro’s more gentle and romantic. He held your face in his hands as if it were made of glass that could easily shatter.

After stopping the kiss he pulls your head into his shoulder, holding your head there tightly so you are unable to move. You had no choice but to soak in the warmth his body had to offer.

Suddenly your phone goes off with a loud ping, indicating that you had received a text message. Your eyes widened in surprise, shit the plan, you had almost forgotten. “No no no, (F/N) wasn’t supposed to text me, now they’re definitely gonna find out I tried to escape” You panicked inwardly.

You’re about to yank yourself away from Kakyoin’s tight grip on your body and grab your phone before they could see who had messaged you but unfortunately, Jotaro was quicker, he had already snatched your phone from the bedside table before you even had the chance to fully break out of Kakyoin’s hold and was already reading the text message from (F/N).

He analyses the phone for a few seconds before speaking. “Are you okay? You were supposed to meet me at the school gates twenty minutes ago, Did they catch you?” Jotaro quotes from the message trying but failing to contain his anger. He gives you a fierce look and without warning he crushes your phone with his bare hands, shattering it along with your hopes of a successful escape in the near future.

Kakyoin frowns at this, his delicate features turning into an unpleasant look. “Were you trying to leave us (Y/N)?” He said in a disappointed tone. It makes your skin crawl. A disappointed Kakyoin was always a lot harder to deal with than an angry one. He has a way of making you feel guilty where your stomach would crawl in shame, even though the rational part of you knew that it wasn’t right.

You look up and catch Jotaro’s gaze and see a hint of rare emotion in his eyes . He actually looks hurt that you tried to leave them? You let out an involuntary whimper of guilt for hurting both your boyfriends feelings. “I’m sorry Nori, Jojo” You say rushing over to give the taller man a hug. “I swear I was gonna come back, I just wanted to go out for a little bit and see (F/N) I haven’t seen them in weeks”.Jotaro sighs from above you, beginning to rub soothing circles on your back to calm you down. He was incredibly angry that you tried to leave but he couldn't stand to see you upset and never wanted you to be afraid of him like everyone else was.

“Just please don’t do it again (Y/N), we would’ve freaked out if something happened to you next time just talk to us and we’ll be happy to bring you where you want to go” spoke Kakyoin, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a cheery smile returning to his face.

You nod your head slowly, eyelids beginning to droop in exhaustion as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off and tiredness set in. Seeing this, Jotaro gently picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed, joining you on your left side with Kakyoin laying down on your right side, keeping you pressed tightly against the two of them.

“Oh (Y/N)? One more thing before you go to sleep” The redhead spoke seriously next to you.

“What is it?” You mumbled out in your tired state.

“If you ever try to escape us again, we’ll break your legs”

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Phd student Jotaro Headcanons

cw: Jotaro falls in love at first sight, unprotected sex, reader orgasms, sextoys( vibrator), reader is a tied to a chair, ball gag too, clitoral stimulation, multiple rounds, princess(used 1 time), Jotaro is a little mean towards the end but that's because I made him greedy 🧐.

wc: 1300(way above the initial limit but it's fine)

cs: My thoughts on Phd student Jotaro

Phd student Jotaro is so focused on his thesis that he has somehow forgotten about life like a regular human being. The explanation for this would be that he stays for too long by himself writing, gathering information and getting familiar with the topic he is prone to expand. So he spends most of his days in his apartment trying to figure out how to shape this research paper.

Phd student Jotaro still is an ass when it comes to women even though he is an adult now I guess. But he does understand that most of it stems from his non-existent father-child relationship with his dad so he better heal his own trauma so that way he won’t repeat this non ending cycle we pray for it. He likes this research life quite a bit because he is left alone to be unbothered by people around him.

Phd student Jotaro didn’t think getting a phd would be this stressful so he tries all kinds of methods to overcome the stress that is eating him up. He decides to pursue a few meditation sessions, lessens his coffee consumption, works out and tries to go on a walk at least once a day. But he came to the realisation these methods are not so effective because he is still under pressure.

Phd student Jotaro thought at first a good method to ensure he wouldn’t fall behind schedule was to write a little bit every single day. Eventually that became five pages and then later ten pages a day. So this made Jotaro stay isolated for quite some time but he had to cease this hermit mode before he went mad. Jotaro does take care of himself though, he works out, eats four meals a day and also does buy groceries for himself he doesn’t do it that often. 

Phd student Jotaro took some time off of writing his phd. He still kept collecting information but he didn’t write it at all. He decided to go to a couple of coffee places, try some new drinks and desserts. Until he stumbled upon a peculiar tea place. It had a homey vibe to it and it somehow reminded him of his childhood. 

Phd student Jotaro entered this tea place and decided to have a seat near the counter. A few instants after the waitress came to get his order and he never thought that he could actually experience love at first sight but he does now. The waitress standing before him to get his order looks ethereal. She is magnificent. Her lips are soft, her voice is sweet and the way she smells makes him dizzy. He has to know her name right now. Her words “ Sir, would you like to order?” get lost because Jotaro still admires her astounding beauty. He comes back to planet earth after a few minutes of getting a puzzled look from the waitress “ I would like to have an Irish coffee and earl grey lavender cake, please?” he says. She answers, “ Understood, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Phd student Jotaro gathers all the possible courage within him to ask the waitress for heer name. After all, he needs to know it today before he leaves the tea place and goes back to his motone student life. He is sure that she does have a delightful name and minutes after she is back with his order “ here is your order sir” she places the coffee and the cake before him. Before she leaves he catches her hand, looks into her eye and asks her "I would love to know your name. Could you please tell me?" You find it a little weird, generally clients do not want to know your name, but he might be looking for someone you think so you tell him yours " (Name)".

Phd student Jotaro grows impatient to see you at your workplace every day. Whenever he is at the tea place he is always smiling specifically when you look towards him. He's become a regular customer and now he doesn't choose items from the menu anymore. He does ask you "what would you suggest for him to have" and each time he does discover a new wonderful combination of flavours.

Phd student Jotaro is addicted to spending his afternoons with you. He loves to hear you talk to him, tell him about your day. He also learned that you are the future tea place owner because the elderly lady who used to run this business has decided it was a much better choice to leave it to you than selling it.

Phd student Jotaro usually stays after closing time. He helps you clean the tea place, place the items you need for tomorrow in their containers. You keep telling him that you can handle it all on your own, that you are a big girl but he doesn't budget. He announces "I'm doing it because I want to help you and I also get to stay by your side…" he is a little hesitant. Should he finish his phrase or not? He will, so he continues "for a little longer before I have to leave you for the whole night and" he gets Closer to you, strokes your left cheek "wait for the afternoon to meet you again."

Phd student Jotaro is waiting for a reaction to comfort him, to let him know that he can pursue you and try to make you his. You're perplexed but manage to say "you should stay tonight then" and with that he is lifting you on top of the counter. He starts kissing your neck, you tilt your head to the side. He knows exactly what he is doing. Soon enough you're the only one that is naked and he is just admiring his work of art.

Phd student Jotaro is kissing you while he enters your vagina. He knows because of his size it is uneasy at first so he is simultaneously stimulating your nub to lessen the pain a little.

He is carefully scrutinising how you react to the way he works himself into you. You're really right for him. He is trying his best not to lose his composure and just ram it in. He might do that later though. 

Phd student Jotaro knows that two rounds isn't enough for him. Not for all the time he spent working on his PhD not quitting his flat. He is also aware that you are sleepy and that you need to open the tea place tomorrow preferably in the afternoon because he will try to get at least three more rounds in the morning. After all, he's a little needy and extremely happy to have found a place to finally call home.

Phd student Jotaro is greedy when it comes to you. He will go out of his way to make sure you're paying attention to him and him only. Even if it means acting crazy like that one time where you were not really listening to him but you were letting him know that you were physically present by making such sounds as uh to. They functioned like some sort of acknowledgement, everything was fine until you don't remember where things went and you found yourself tied to a chair, legs spread with a vibrator on your clitoris and a ball gag that kept you from talking. You don't even know how you got here and Jotaro's absent too but the vibrator's suddenly started working and you try your best not to come. But you failed and right After you came Jotaro opened the door declaring "Already coming without me, huh! You surely do know how to wait for people to have fun with you but this is only the beginning, princess"

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And I'm back with the Pride series. Took some time off writing as well as social media. Earlier this month got diagnosed with a chronic illness but do not worry about me. It's not tragic, it made me rethink about life decisions and how I neglect my health generally. So I won't be attending university this year.

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This is Fic 12 of Pride series, I'm slowly but surely putting them out.

Let me know what you think about it in the comments!

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: being a TA for Dr. Jotaro Kujo

characters: Jotaro Kujo (Part 4), gender neutral reader, mention of Dio Brando

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

…being a TA to Dr. Kujo.

Tension had been rising between you two until finally one day you gave in.

He’d have you weeping for his cock before he even undressed. His dick would be twitching and throbbing in his pants just watching how eager you were.

He wouldn’t even move yet as he told you how he never expected you to be this easy and wonder if you had tried this with the other professors.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Professor Brando. You have no business being over in the law wing yet you always make a point to pass his office…Why is that?”

And he’d start fucking you hard in jealousy.

You’d stutter and choke on your words wanting to explain yourself but the force of fully taking Dr. Kujo’s cock would render you tongue tied.

“It’s just — ah! It’s just a cr-crush! I - I swear.”

He’d wrap his big calloused hand in your hair and pull you up so your back was flat against his hard muscled torso while his other arm wrapped right under your chest.

His thrusts powerful, he’d grunt into your ear,

“Oh? Am I just a crush, too? Do you fuck every professor you have a little crush on? Or perhaps you thought I’d be easy? Poor divorced Dr. Kujo…he’s over 40 and looks so lonely. I’m sure he isn’t getting laid…”

And then he’d chuckle darkly, his hot breath still against your ear. Your stomach would drop and you’d somehow blush at his laugh, even though his cock was pushing so deep inside you over and over again.

“Well?”

He’d drop his hand that had been holding you under your chest to between your legs and rub your sex.

“Do I seem out of practice to you?”

[zujime]

Can we have needy Jotaro? Like now he is the one who wants attention from fem! reader?

It can be both in sfw and nsfw headcanons!

<3

NEEDY JOTARO

jotaro x f!reader

CW ￫ nsfw under the cut, fluff, needy jotaro, female reader, established relationship, headcanons

unedited and possible grammar errors

A/N ￫ i’ll do both :))

￫ there’s an off chance where you won’t even know, but that’s an off chance. he doesn’t vocalize it so it entirely determined on how he physically interacts with you, so maybe some hugs from behind and his face buried in the crook of your neck while he rubs circles around your stomach.

￫ you’ll notice how you can barely even do everyday things without him clingy onto you some way; having you in his lap while your on the computer, playing games, or reading, pulling you awfully close to him when sleeping and waking up in funny positions, placing his hand over yours at random, holding pinkies wherever you go, and more.

￫ he’s touchy when he’s feeling needy, not overly touchy but just touchy. a lot more forehead and cheek kisses than normal. just a lot more affectionate than he’d usually be and it’s cute but you’re just like “where is all of this coming from?”

￫ he might ask (demand) for you to come cuddle with him or something if it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other. it doesn’t even matter where—well, he won’t want to cuddle in the floor though, that’s kinda uncomfortable. bed, couch, car, tub, you name it. he’s already got his face buried in either your hair or the area where you shoulder and neck connect.

￫ won’t really want you to go anywhere and would often try to prevent you from leaving by grabbing hold of your hand before you touch the door knob or holding you captive in bed, unless it’s somewhere you both can be together, he’s not going and neither are you.

￫ in bed it might be a little more subtle. he'd be more willing to cuddle fuck than other times and when he's inside you, his thrusts are a little more frantic. and cock warming is a more common occurrence than anything else, really.

￫ he’d have you sitting pretty in his lap with his girthy—and i mean girthy—cock balls deep in you while your playing games, reading, working, or something else while trying to resist the urge to grind down on him. there won’t be a punishment, but with how overstimulated you probably are, you’re not ready for another round just yet.

￫ kisses you like he’s yearned for you. you could’ve been at the store for ten minutes and he’d be kissing you the moment you walk through the door as if he hasn’t seen you for centuries. it’s sudden, always, but you can’t help but melt into it. his hands hungrily grabbing hold of your face as his presses his body up against yours, leaving no space at all.

￫ a lot more bites and marks than usual. you’d wake up the next day or go to the bathroom and see you’re absolutely riddled with his love bites. he also gets a little possessive when he’s needy, so you may find him wanting to breed you.

[sl33paholics]

Can't Be Fulfilled

Jotaro Kujo x Black!Female reader

Warning(s): Mentions of divorce, infidelity, domestic v¡olence, arguing, angst, listen the shit is depressing alr? Felt like writing one bc I got tired of the smut. Can be triggering into some readers.

We're close to 40 followers. Thx everyone 🤲🏾

"I don't think this is going to work anymore..."

You stood near the bedroom door with your hand on your elbow, looking at your husband on the bed before staring at the other side of the room as your eyes quickly met the ground. The room was completely silent, save for the quiet sounds of your breathing and the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

"What do you mean?"

You flinched. "Just... I'm tired of this. All of this, Jotaro." You sighed, turning your head slightly toward him. "All of it...this is too much. Days, weeks, hell, even a month of you being away because of your work, it's not fair." Your voice was barely audible through your closed teeth. Tears stung your eyes, but you weren't ready to give in yet. You had been trying so hard not to break down, but it just wasn't working out. You had tried to keep it together for years but it wasn't possible anymore. You watched as Jotaro put his book aside on the nightstand right next to the bed and sat straight up, facing your direction. "It ain't fair...for me...for Jolyne." He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him, continuing. "And it's not fair for you either, Jotaro." His expression grew grim after your last statement, knowing that he had failed you once again, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Y/N...don't tell me what I think you're trying to say." His tone sounded more serious than usual. "Are you saying...you want us to split up? Is that what you're getting at? Y/N...we can make this work. We always have-"

"Yes," you said quietly. "I tolerated your absence for these years but you have to understand how things are now, Jotaro. Our daughter is growing up and as the years go by I don't want her to..." You paused. "Not this again."

Jotaro didn't let you finish. "She's seven years old." You wanted to respond but Jotaro continued anyway. "I work my ass off to provide for this family. I try. You know I try, Y/N. Every day." He took a deep breath and stared at his hands resting in his lap. "To keep both of you safe. To make sure we'll be okay. And this is how you repay me? With this? This bullshit? This stupid fucking arrangement of yours?" The tears were streaming down your face silently now and you felt yourself crumple into yourself further. Jotaro finally stood up. "We've had this conversation before, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," you choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, Jotaro, I am. But you have to listen to me." Your voice was small and soft. "You don't know how many times Jolyne asks me when you're going to be home or if you're coming back, at all. When I'm bathing her, her bus dropping her off, braiding her hair, or even reading her to sleep."

Jotaro scoffed and stepped closer to you. "She misses her daddy." You could feel his eyes bore holes into you. "Even if she doesn't talk about it." He stopped close enough to touch you but still far enough not to scare you.

"She does," Jotaro responded. "But we shouldn't split up over this Y/N I told you whenever I got the job, that I won't be here as often. I'll try to respond when I can or if I have time off. What about that can't you understand?" Jotaro's voice rose with each word, becoming louder until you were sure the neighbors would hear what he was saying. You bit your lip and averted your eyes from his gaze. The truth was, you hated when he used this argument against you. It made everything hurt. Made everything worse.

"Do NOT try to pin this on ME!" you clapped back, seeing Jotaro startled, which is rare. "Of course I understand! I'm not stupid, JoJo! If it wasn't for your goddamn job, we wouldn't be having this discussion! Talking to me as if I have no damn sense, I supported you when you were pursuing your degree!" finally turning to look him in his ocean eyes. "Can't you see our marriage is falling apart?!" Your voice broke at the end. "I make sure to text you every morning, leave a voicemail every time you don't pick up the fucking phone, even LETTERS! It makes me believe something happened to you!" you continued.

"That's because I'm WORKING! I can't be on or even near my phone every second of the hour to respond to you. What's wrong with you, woman?!" Jotaro shook his head. "You have to understand that I'm stressed out too, you know? Not only with work but make sure to at least keep in touch with you every time I have the chance to!" he shot back. You pushed him out of your way, angrily stomping out of your shared bedroom into the hallway. Jotaro followed behind you as if his life depended on it and you heard him call you an idiot. You ignored him. You kept heading towards the living room.

Jotaro came to a halt when he saw packed luggage on the ground. "What the fuck is this?" he asked.

"I'm serious, Jotaro. This isn't going to work out no more," you replied without looking at him. He grabbed you by your arm and spun you around to face him. You tried to yank your arm out of his grasp but failed, you were nowhere near his level of strength. The sharp pain of being pinned against the wall. "Let go of me-" "You got some damn nerve!" Jotaro roared out in your face, quickly shutting you up. "Y/N, we are NOT getting this divorce! We've had our ups and downs, I admit that. But we always work it out one way or another, you're NOT leaving me for another guy who you think that's ten times better than me!" "Ten times better?" you echoed incredulously. Jotaro looked like he was getting ready to explode, the veins in his forehead bulging dangerously, and his lips turned downward into a frown. "I never said I was cheating on you, I wouldn't do that! Just because we don't have sex as much anymore, doesn't mean I would cheat!" you screamed.

Nothing but back and forth. It was for certain that your neighbors could hear you two bickering and the police were called. If only you two could see the green-eyed little girl peaking through her slightly cracked door watching and clutching onto the dolphin plushie her dear father gifted on her birthday. The sad expression on Jolyne's face watching her parents argue. She knew it was bad news. It was very alarming news. Sickening. Disgusting. Horrifying. Jolyne was scared and confused. She knew her parents loved each other deeply. How could they fight like this?

"You ain't leaving. That's final." Jotaro stared into your dark brown-colored eyes before letting your arms go, watching you slowly slip to the ground as you slightly sobbed in your hands. He stood there before kneeling to your level, gently wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, dear," Jotaro said quietly. "I know it feels like I'm abandoning you, but please believe me when I say we will work this out, together." You nodded, sniffling and leaning further into his hold. You closed your eyes and gave into his embrace.

You can't help but be disillusioned.

[strawberrysurecake]

Can i request Jotaro x female bunny! Reader smut with the prompt " are you wearing my shirt"?

It's finally up! Thank you for your request, Anon! It was great practice to write smut for the first time.

I know I wrote "1000 or less" in my original post but I can't seem to break the habit of writing stories with lots of words. I hope that's no bother for you!

You can read it here!

Words count: 1,325

Warnings: None.

Summary:

You go on an aquarium date with your catboy boyfriend, Jotaro.

You also go in an alleyway with Jotaro.

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)

Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.

What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.

Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.

But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.

And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.

He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.

You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.

“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.

Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair. 

The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.

He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth. 

You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.

His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly. 

“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.

Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.

The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit. 

He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body. 

It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.

He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.

His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs. 

It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips. 

He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers. 

His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more. 

It has no use stopping now. 

Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust. 

He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand. 

He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him. 

His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.

Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.

He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face. 

His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours. 

Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips. 

He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you. 

A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs. 

He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.

A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done. 

His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand. 

Bruno Bucciaratti

It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before. 

Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.

You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job. 

It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that. 

He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face. 

And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait. 

His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette. 

Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body. 

He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself. 

When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed. 

He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.

The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts. 

Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy. 

The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable. 

“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you. 

He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.

You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.

You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid. 

You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze. 

He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers. 

The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot. 

Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.

“Sorry did I-“

“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.

The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever. 

He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway. 

Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.

A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind. 

His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him. 

He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead. 

He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock. 

The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.

He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.

Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head. 

He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist. 

A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.

His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic. 

Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you. 

Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white. 

His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.

This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table. 

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?

It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually. 

Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination. 

You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.

It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.

Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.

Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.

You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away. 

Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks. 

His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock. 

What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night. 

You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.  

Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever. 

But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light. 

Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him. 

He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch. 

What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan. 

His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face. 

He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit. 

Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy. 

He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself. 

He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.

He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.

He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high. 

Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show. 

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.

He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does. 

You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.

You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.

Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. 

Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours. 

“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so. 

Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent. 

“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat. 

He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t. 

The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day. 

He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.

Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest. 

Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.

It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers. 

Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.

Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock. 

His mind is somewhere entirely else. 

He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice. 

He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length. 

Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.

“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.

He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock. 

“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.

He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand. 

He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.

A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.

“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”

He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white. 

He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.

Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made. 

Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now. 

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.

It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress. 

And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?

You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.

After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.

And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.  

He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself. 

Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again. 

It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.

He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly. 

The little insect reels through the air, heading for you. 

You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.

It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.

You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.

And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again. 

He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun. 

Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening. 

This is harmless. This is okay. 

But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts. 

He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.

Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.

His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds. 

His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.

Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock. 

His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.

His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier. 

He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers. 

Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.

He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you. 

He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied. 

Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you. 

With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.

He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.

Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand. 

Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things. 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[tonberry-yoda]

I'm not sure if you do requests like this, feel free to ignore- but SDC with a female reader. She hugs them so excitingly that she pushes there face into her gahamaloohs? B00bs

omg this is so flippin funny lmaooooo. these are short little headcanons, so i hope you like them lol. have a great day anon!! <333 and thank you so much for the request!!

Stardust Crusaders with a f!reader who hugs them into her chest

Pairing - Noriaki Kakyoin x f!reader, Jotaro Kujo x f!reader, Jean Pierre Polnareff x f!reader, Avdol x f!reader, Old Joseph x f!reader

Warnings - small mention of blood in jotaro's. joseph being a slight perv lmao

Notes - omg thank you so much for the jojos request, i have been dying to write for the show. i have another one on the way too! this was such a good request and i just had a super fun time writing it lol. thank you anon! i hope you have a great day, lovely!! <333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Noriaki Kakyoin

omg, we all know that this man is after moms, THEREFORE, bazongas are his thing

"Kakyoin! You're back!!!" You shove past the rest of the crusaders and pull Kakyoin into your arms. Little did you know, his face was pressed right to your chest, his nose in between your- "Are you feeling better, Noriaki?" You pulled back and looked at his eyes, which weren't blinded, only scratched.

He'd be thinking about that all day

He'd be thinking about how great it would be to cuddle you and be pressed to your chest like that again

If you've ever done that before, or ever do it again, his face would go cherry red, but he wouldn't say a word. He would just be enjoying himself the whole time

He is much taller than you, so it is rare that this ever happens, but he hopes for the day you can get to that level to pull him down again

Jotaro Kujo

use this to shut him up

he will go dead silent

not a word

"Jotaro!" You run up to him, limping from your previous battle. "Oh, shit! Are you alright?" Jotaro runs up to you as you fall into his lap, blood falling from your leg. "I-I'm fine." You flinch as Jotaro lifts up the leg of your pants, seeing the poor job you did on wrapping yourself up. "You idiot! You can't just wrap it up yourself, get someone to help next time. God, you're so stu-" You quickly pull him towards your chest for a hug, playing with the back of his hair. His face right in between your boobs.

You had never heard him get that quiet before

You would pull away with a smile and a "thank god you're alright, Jojo, I thought you were dead back there"

And still nothing

The tops of his cheeks and the tips of his nose and ears would be dusted red

He would clear his throat, standing up, lighting a cigarette

"yare yare daze"

Jean Pierre Polnareff

this man would melt

lets be real, even a regular hug would kill this adorable little frenchman

but when your knockers are in this man's face??? you killed him

someone start planning the funeral

when you let go, he would fall backwards, blood falling from his nose

what a silly little cutie

"Guys, you're being so mean!" You pushed past Joseph and Avdol, walking up to Polnareff. "How would you like it if you had to lick a toilet?! Huh?!" You turned towards Polnareff and pulled him straight towards your chest for a hug. You play with the top of his hair and earrings and you feel him go immediately limp

You swore to god you killed him

You look over at him as he falls to the floor, a smile on his face and blood running down his nose

"Polnareff? Are you alright?" He would just shoot you a thumbs up

Whatever happened with the toilet incident, he doesn't remember

Avdol

this man is so shy

omg what a sweetheart

but he would definitely be vocal about it

You pull Avdol into your arms. You really thought he died. "It's so good to see you, Avdol." You had no clue, but the man was crushed to your chest. He cleared his throat, and through a muffled voice, said, "It's good to see you too... but... uhm... I am pressed too close you your..." You look down and see where he is pressed and gasp, pushing him away. "Sorry Avdol! I didn't know!" He smiled and rubs the back of his neck before pulling you into a proper hug. "Nothing to worry about."

He would love every second though

I think he's a sucker for anything squishy on a lady, so to get those few moments of bliss, he is truly a blessed man

Old Joseph

if he was a ladies man in his prime, you better bet not one part about him has changed

he would make some stupid joke and you'd pull away, completely unamused

"Joseph!" You giggled and jumped into his big arms, pulling him into a hug. It felt like it had been forever since you'd seen him. Joseph smirked once he noticed that he was pressed into your chest and with his voice muffled, he'd say, "I know it had been a while, but I wasn't expecting this as a surprise." You immediately jumped down and slapped his arm. "Not cool, old man." And you just walked away.

He would just love hugs though. He didn't mean to ruin the vibe. But he had to. The old fart.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

*BURSTS THROUGH THE WALLS, KICKS CHAIRS AWAY, SLAMS MY HANDS ON THE TABLE* LISTEN TO ME.

Jotaro x Student Council President!Reader where they're so sure the other hates the other's guts because Jotaro has been nothing but a problem to Reader and Reader is pretty much an antagonist to Jotaro's school life ("What is that uniform? Adhere to our dress code!" "No smoking in the campus" "The rules apply to you, Kujo")

But!!

What is this?? Despite Jotaro challenging and pissing off most of his teachers, somehow, his record is still somewhat clean and he barely received any disciplinary actions??? It's certainly a surprise to most students that Jotaro hasn't been suspended yet....

And what is reader doing in the faculty during dismissal with their head down, pleading with the teachers about disciplinary actions??? They've been nothing but a model student... Were they, perhaps, talking to the teachers on someone's behalf???

Oh!!

It's... awfully weird that most of the votes that the reader received during the re-election came from the female populace??

Hm, Why are Jotaro's fan girls so dedicated to promoting reader during the campaign week? Oh! What are these dudes with casts on their arms doing, suddenly apologizing to reader for trying to sabotage their campaign—they weren't even aware that these dudes tried to do that?

[silent-sanctum]

hello in honor of the new barbie movie can we get a jotarox female reader where she has to beg him to take her to see it and he finally complies and takes her bc he loves her(sorry my english😅) 🙏

you know I was waiting for an ask like this 😬 and i do have something in store for this specific prompt. It's short though, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless ^^ 💕

Barbie Girl - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 811

It’s everywhere and it’s the new big thing. The Barbie movie is out and everyone is hooked into watching it live in cinemas. Everyone included you.

Now, normally you’d have no problem doing exactly that. You could just text your friends about getting together in your rocking pink outfits and watch the hottest film this week, but you had other plans and those plans included-

“Come on~ Let’s watch it together.”

“No. Not happening.”

Wanting to watch Barbie with your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo, who in all aspects, was the most likely to be opposed in watching movies like that. No one’s surprised when you look at him in his dark fits and standoffish demeanor.

But you couldn’t help but try and persuade him anyways while you two were in the comforts of his bedroom. After all, you did manage to convince him to do a bunch of other stuff he wouldn’t do in the past.

“Aw why not?”

“Because I’m not interested,” he said. “Besides, don’t you have other friends who’d be more interested in watching that with you?”

“Well yeah but,” you sighed, dramatically lying down on his sheets. “They’ve already booked their tickets and I told them beforehand that I’d be reserving the movie date with you.”

“So it’s your fault for thinking ahead of time,” Jotaro cocked his eyebrow.

“Yah.” You landed a slap on his bicep. “You should be grateful I’m this considerate for wanting to include and prioritize you in my plans.”

He had the gall to smirk and huff, turning to you to flick your forehead. “Then that’s more of a you problem.” You narrowed your eyes at him with a pout as you grabbed the hand that flicked you. Though with a couple of puppy-eyed blinking and pouting, your boyfriend couldn’t resist but chuckle at your cutesy antics. “But I do appreciate you thinking about me.”

“Does that mean you’ll watch Barbie with me?” You beamed, hopeful.

“No.”

“You jackass.” This time, you grabbed one of his pillows to throw at his smug smile. Not like it did anything since he caught it with one hand. “Ahh what will it take to convince you to watch one movie with me?”

He leaned back onto his headboard with his arms crossed, proud of his stubborn decision. “I told you. I’m not going to watch the movie.”

“Oh yeah?” It was your turn to smirk. You got on all fours and prowled your way up his bed until you settled yourself on his lap. “Not even when I give you a bunch of these?” To demonstrate, you cupped his cheeks and planted a couple of light kisses on his forehead, nose, temples, and lips.

Especially the lips where you kept on returning to for two to three more smooches. Can you blame yourself? When Jotaro tend to reciprocate your affections when it’s just the two of you around? More so when his arms would wrap around you as a go signal to continue?

But you drew back eventually, slightly breathless. “Still?”

He tilted his head, smugness still present. “Still not watching. You know those won’t work on me.”

“Watch it if you love me.”

“You’d break up with me if I still say no?”

You pouted. “No…”

“Cute.”

This time, you groaned and dropped your head on his shoulder. “Come on~ Why are you so against watching Barbie?” You whined. “Can you not be the Ken to my Barbie for just 2 hours?”

“Hmm… on one condition.”

You widened your eyes at the suggestion and pushed yourself upright, still on him. “What? What is it?”

“We get to watch Oppenheimer too.”

“Oppen-” You let the name replay before you made the prolonged “ahhh” sound of recognition. “That’s it?! You could’ve just said that in the beginning and I’ll be more than willing to watch that movie with you!”

“You didn’t look the type to watch a biopic about a man inventing nuclear bombs.”

“Well you didn’t look the type to watch anything hot pink and glitter adjacent but I still asked anyways.”

But with you accepting his condition, that meant one thing. “So… does that mean you’ll finally watch my movie?”

Jotaro stared at you for a full minute before sighing heavily. “Fine. One time only.”

“Deal!” You thanked your boyfriend with one more kiss on his lips before getting up. Immediately, you opened his wardrobe. “Now let’s look for something pink that you can wear-”

“Oi, since when did I say I’d wear pink?”

“We have to be in theme, love! Besides, you can still wear black with it because of Mr. Oppenheimer.” You shuffled through his clothes. “Now, I did remember you having one the other time…”

You heard him scoff in the back, though his next words were that of fond annoyance. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Drama king.”

[sanjis-lover-girl]

Star Boy Blues

Jotaro x reader

This was another ask from @kazenomegaminowanpisu! You should go look at her writing and art as well, shes very talented!

Slight angst with a fun ending 😌

Tw: reader thinks that Jotaro's birthday is the next day, an upst Jotaro, a few cuss words, this is before stardust crusaders there is no Kakyoin, Avdol, or Iggy

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Jotaro, in (Y/n)'s opinion, was acting a bit strange today. He would usually be ok with her walking next to him halfway to school with intertwined pinkies before spreading apart so it didnt cause any drama withing the Jojo fanbase, but a little bit after they started walking he let go and sped up. It didnt end there either, there would usually be fleeting glances, sometimes she would feel a hand on the small of her back that wasnt really there, but there wasnt today, there was none at all, and (Y/n) didnt know why. She would talk with him later, she promised to herself, when the other girls would be gone. But for right now, she'll give him some space, maybe he needed it.

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Jotaro was hurt, not once today did (Y/n) wish him a happy birthday. Not when he met with her this morning, not in the halls, she didnt even try to sneak up to the rooftop to eat lunch with him. Did she forget? Is she doing it on purpose? She must have been, his stupid fanclub have been squealing him 'happy birthdays' all damn day. And she should have heard is mom tell him happy birthday at the door before he walked up to you this morning, and this hurt the large teen. His ghost came out to look for the female before looking at Jotaro, "Ora?" it muttered just as hurt as his user. Jotaro flinched, "Get outta here you damn spirit!" he growled. 'Maybe she didnt want to draw attention, she'll probably say it on our way back home...' Jotaro thought.

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After school the two teens met back up and walked for a while before (Y/n) spoke up; "Jotaro?" she asked "Hm." "Are you feeling ok? You've been kind of off since this morning, are you having a bad day? Yould you like to talk about it?" (Y/n) watched as the males eyes widened a bit before slowing down and then steeling his gaze forward and booking it the last few feet to his house in one split moment. "Oh... I didnt get a chance to hint about his present for tomorrow..."

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"Jotaro? Is that you? I made your favorite- Jotaro?" Holly looked at her son as he sped by with an angry look, his sock covered feet thumping against the ground before ending at his room with a slam of the door. "Oh dear!" Holly walked over and knocked on the door "Jotaro, are you alright?" she asks, "GO AWAY YOU BITCH." Jotaro thundered behind the door, Holly startled before smiling "Okay!~".

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"(Y/n) honey is that you? How was your day at school?" your mom asked. "It was ok, Jotaro was acting a bit strange today though..." you said as you untied your shoes and put on your house slippers. "Oh? Did he not like his present?" You looked at your mom in confusion, "His present? Mom his birthday is tomorrow." you said. (M/n) looked at you in suprize before she furrows her eyebrows, "No, no honey, its today... (Y/n), you didn't..." you stood frozen, "You did. You get that poor boy's present and haul your ass over there and apologize! Right now!" She yelled. You ran frantically to grab his present before speeding out the door, your house slippers pounding against the sidewalk. A couple blocks later you make it to the Kujo house and sped past Mrs. Holly, "Oh my! " she gasps, "Hi Mrs. Mom Imma go see Jojo!" you pant out before banging on his door. "Jojo!"

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Jotaro was sulking on his bed reading his shounen manga when *BANG BANG BANG* "Jojo!" his girlfriends voice hollered through the door, Jotaro's ghost came out in alarm before looking at its owner and smiling, "Ora!" it pointed a purple finger at the door. Jotaro frowned before waving it away, he then looked at the door, "What do you want?" he glowered. He hears shuffling outside, "Open up, I have a suprize for you.". Jotaro huffs before getting up and heading to his door, when he opened it you held a present toward his chest "Happy birthday Jotaro!~" you hum.

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The larger teens eyes widen a little bit before frowning, "You forgot, dont play innocent." he grumbles. You flinch, "I thought it was tomorrow, I'm sorry Jojo. But I got your present weeks ago, do you still want it?" you ask pulling away halfway before his hand grabs it, "No," he grumbles with pink on his cheeks, "I want it." you smile and nod your head a little at his words. Jotaro looked at the paper covered in ocean print and his lips have a ghost of a smile on them, he tears the edges and pulls the hardback book out of its confinement and his blue eyes widen. The Hidden World of Sea Stars, a 287 page book all about his favorite sea creature, you could practically see the cogs turning in his head. "You were talking about wanting to be a marine biologist and writing an essay for your entrance exam, so I hoped to get you started, I hope you like it!" You explain. Jotaro's heart felt like it was jack hammering against his chest, his face felt like it was on fire, and all he could think to do was grunt and bring it to his chest like a schoolgirl. There was a shudder of a camera and the two teens whirl they're heads to the side and see Mrs. Holly with a camera, "I'm saving this one for the wedding!! Oh (Y/n) dear stay for dinner, its Jotaro's favorite, curry!" she hums. Now both teens faces were flushed, Jotaro reacting faster than you, "GET OUTTA HERE YOU -" "Sure I would love to stay for dinner Mrs. Mom!" you interrupt smiling. "Ok!~"

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Omg I'm sorry this took so long, I lost track of time! Thank you for reading and have an amazing day/ evening/ night!