#kakyoin imagine

[strawmariee]

Oiee! Eu gostaria de fazer um pedido de um cenário na parte 3, onde a leitora defende o kakyoin (e se der, ajuda a provar que ele estava certo) no episódio do stand da morte 13.

Eu nunca vi ninguém escrever nada sobre isso, e acho muita sacanagem que os crusaders tiraram o coitado do kakyoin de doido antes de tentar acreditar nele :(

Adoro o seu blog! Tenha um ótimo dia/noite ^3^

Olá!! Como você está? Eu espero que bem!💕 Muito obrigada pelo request, eu realmente achei ele incrível e gostaria de tê-lo escrito antes, mas a falta de inspiração ainda me assombrava💔 Mas finalmente consegui fazê-la!! Espero muito que gostem e tenham uma boa leitura!!

Wildest Dreams

Noriaki Kakyoin x Leitora

Observo de longe com um olhar tranquilo o sr. Joestar conversando com o homem na qual havia lhe vendido um avião para que pudéssemos continuar a nossa viagem com destino para Cairo. Sorri assim que notei Polnareff retornar ao lado de Kakyoin, mas meu semblante se fechou quando vi que o ruivo parecia pensativo com alguma coisa.

– Kakyoin, está tudo bem? - Perguntei enquanto me aproximo dele e coloco minha mão amigavelmente no braço dele. Não pude deixar de notar o sorriso grande de Polnareff e de como ele saiu na direção de Jotaro e Joseph, parecendo querer deixar Kakyoin e eu sozinhos.

– Eu estou bem… Só acho que tive um pesadelo. - Ele disse enquanto olha levemente atordoado para trás e eu sigo o olhar dele, vendo apenas um garotinho chorando por algum motivo que desconheço.

– Caso você queira contar sobre ele, eu estarei aqui para ouvi-lo sempre. - Digo com um tom gentil e amigável em minha voz enquanto ainda o encaro.

– Eu agradeço S/n, mas infelizmente não consigo me lembrar do sonho… No entanto, se eu lembrar eu com certeza o farei.

Ele deu uma pequena carícia na minha cabeça e sorrimos um para o outro antes de caminharmos até onde o grupo está. Joseph continua a discutir com o vendedor do avião, que explicou que não poderia entregar o veículo hoje por conta de um bebê que estava doente, mas uma senhorinha que acredito ser a mãe do bebê, deu a ideia de levarmos ele junto conosco. E depois de muita conversa, resolvemos levá-lo.

– Ah… Gente, eu vou caber aí? - Pergunto enquanto vejo Kakyoin e Polnareff nos bancos de trás do avião, e como eles eram grandes, acabou não sobrando muito espaço pra mim.

– Não tem nenhum problema, S/n! Você pode ir no colo do Kakyoin. - Polnareff me olhou com um sorriso malicioso e meu rosto ficou mais vermelho que o cabelo do Kakyoin, que está tão corado quanto eu. Ouvi uma risadinha do Joseph e vi Jotaro escondendo o rosto com a aba do boné, mas fui capaz de ver rapidamente o sorrisinho dele.

– Polnareff… - Murmuro o nome dele em um tom de ameaça e invoco o meu stand que parecia estar prestes a dar uma surra no francês, que ficou assustado ao perceber isso.

– E-Ei, calma minha querida e maravilhosa S/n! É apenas uma brincadeira!! - Ele colocou as duas mãos na frente do corpo, como se estivesse se rendendo.

– Acho bom.

Digo enquanto me acalmo um pouco e entro no avião, me espremendo para ficar entre Polnareff e Kakyoin e com a cesta do bebê no meu colo.

Enquanto Joseph pilota o avião, eu comecei a observar aquele bebê, e minha intuição estava gritando que havia algo de errado… Balancei um pouco minha cabeça para os lados enquanto penso: “Não seja boba, S/n S/s! Ele é apenas um bebê!”. Mas para ser sincera, eu mesma não consigo engolir esse meu pensamento.

Percebi que Kakyoin e Polnareff estavam dormindo em cada lado meu, então peguei meu walkman e comecei a escutar alguma música para que a viagem pudesse ser mais rápida. Em um momento sem querer, eu olhei para o bebê e me espantei quando o vi com um olhar macabro acompanhado de um sorriso, e quando ele notou que eu percebi, ele voltou a “dormir” como se nada tivesse acontecido! Espantei-me quando um toque me chamou a atenção, e eu vi que era Jotaro, então eu retirei os meus fones.

– S/n, eu acho o bebê fez as necessidades. Tem como trocar a fralda dele? - Joseph perguntou para mim, então fiz uma cara malandra e acordei Polnareff ao meu lado.

– Hã…? Oquê? - O francês coçou os olhos devido o despertar repentino. - Oque foi?

– O senhor Joestar falou pra você trocar a fralda do bebê. - Digo e entrego a cesta que o bebê está e sorri ao ver que me livraria desta tarefa e ainda por cima me divertiria vendo ele com dificuldade em fazer uma coisa tão simples. - Polnareff, você tá fazendo tudo errado! Coitado do seu filho se você tiver um!

– Pode vir me ajudar então?!

– Não acho que você esteja merecendo a minha ajuda!

– S/n!!

Dei uma risada e confesso estar apenas brincando, oque o deixou aliviado e então tento ajudá-lo a pelo menos não deixar a criança de cabeça para baixo. Mas repente todos do avião se espantaram quando Kakyoin começou a gritar e a se espernear enquanto está dormindo!

– PARE! PARE! PARE!

Olhamos assustados para ele e eu imediatamente tento acordá-lo, mas Kakyoin dá um chute em mim e no sr. Joseph, que acabou perdendo o controle do avião e agora nós caíamos em uma velocidade absurda!

– S/n, você está bem?! - Polnareff ficou preocupado com o chute que recebi e olhou para o meu rosto que provavelmente estava com alguma marca.

– Estou bem, não se preocupe! - Digo mais nervosa por estarmos caindo do que por ter recebido esse chute.

Todos pareciam estar aflitos enquanto o avião parecia cada vez mais perto do chão, Jotaro segurava a perna de Kakyoin e eu tentava acordar o Kakyoin que parecia ter paralisado. Por sorte, quando o avião estava prestes a cair, Joseph conseguiu retornar o controle e todos nós escapamos de dar de cara no chão! Suspirei e notei o bebê mais uma vez nos braços de Polnareff, com aquele mesmo sorriso… Esse bebê é muito estranho…!

– Ei, velhote! - Ouvimos a voz de Jotaro e eu suspirei quando notei oque aconteceria em seguida, então apenas aceitei o meu destino.

– POR QUE DIABOS UMA PALMEIRA APARECEU NO MEIO DO CAMINHO?!

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Já era noite e estávamos no meio do deserto, mas por sorte encontramos um bom lugar para acamparmos próximo de onde o avião está. Nesse momento, eu estou ajudando Jotaro a pegar algumas coisas do avião que se encontra destruído e meu olhar não consegue deixar o Kakyoin, que está com a mão na testa e parecia bem abatido.

– Jotaro, eu já volto. - Aviso e escuto ele apenas murmurar um “Hum” e caminho até o ruivo, me sentando ao lado dele. - Kakyoin, estou preocupada com você.

– Me perdoe S/n… Não sei oque está acontecendo comigo. - Ele diz sem me encarar.

Antes que eu pudesse falar alguma coisa Joseph nos chamou para jantar, então todos nós pegamos um pouco de comida enquanto o mais velho do grupo começou a fazer uma papa para o bebê. Resolvi voltar para o avião para pegar a minha mochila e alguns sacos de dormir para o grupo e enquanto eu estava procurando, ouvi uma discussão acontecendo no acampamento e então eu corri de volta para lá.

– Ei, oque está acontecendo?! - Digo enquanto coloco os sacos e a minha mochila no chão, próximo de um tronco.

– S/n, o Kakyoin está ficando completamente louco! - Polnareff diz enquanto aponta o dedo para Kakyoin.

– S/n, me escuta por favor! - Kakyoin se aproxima de mim e me segura pelos ombros, ele parecia desesperado e eu me senti tocada com isso. - Eu sei que tem algo de errado com esse bebê! Eu o vi comendo um escorpião há poucos minutos. E eu escrevi isso, provavelmente enquanto eu dormia.

Kakyoin levanta a manga de seu casaco e eu vejo escrito “Baby Stand” no seu braço, e arregalei levemente os olhos.

– Eu sinto que isso é um tipo de aviso! Por favor, acreditem em mim.

– Vê?! Ele tá completamente biruta da cabeça!

– Eu acredito em você, Kakyoin. - Digo e todos, até mesmo ele, pareceram surpresos com a minha resposta.

– Você também tá ficando louca, S/n?! - Polnareff parecia desacreditado.

– Polnareff, oque impediria disso ser verdade?! Esse bebê tem alguma coisa estranha e eu vi isso desde o avião! Além do mais, se até mesmo um macaco já foi um usuário de stand, oque impede de um bebê ser?! - Pergunto enquanto me mantenho ao lado de Kakyoin, que parecia grato por eu ser a única a defendê-lo ali.

– Mas… Isso não deixa de ser loucura! - Polnareff continuou a argumentar e eu apertei minha mão em punho enquanto o encaro.

– E desde quando tudo que a gente passou nessas 4 semanas não é loucura?! Nessa jornada tudo é possível!

– Já chega vocês! - Joseph falou de uma maneira rígida, como se fosse um pai dando bronca nos filhos. - Olha, vocês devem estar estressados por conta da viagem. Por que não vão dormir um pouco e amanhã conversamos melhor sobre isso?

Polnareff e eu concordamos e eu estava prestes a dar meia-volta e arrumar o meu saco de dormir, quando fomos surpreendidos pelo Kakyoin ativando o Hierophant Green e o mandando na direção do bebê que estava nos braços de Joseph. Eu tentei impedí-lo mas Polnareff ativou o Silver Chariot e o nocauteou por trás.

– Caramba… Será que o Kakyoin não vai mais poder nos acompanhar? - O francês perguntou enquanto todos nós olhamos para Kakyoin desacordado no chão.

– Não tenho certeza, vamos deixar para resolver isso amanhã.

Joseph diz enquanto põe o bebê na cesta e eu imediatamente me sinto mal enquanto olho para o ruivo que permanecia desacordado.

Kakyoin…

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Arregalei os olhos quando notei que os Crusaders e eu estávamos em um tipo de parque de diversões, e isso nos deixou atentos. Polnareff pareceu chocado.

– Merda, eu me lembro agora! - Ele colocou a mão na cara enquanto olha para todos nós com aflição. - Estamos sob ataque de um stand, e o usuário dele é o bebê. Kakyoin tinha razão!

– Sei que não é um bom momento, mas… EU SABIA! - Digo enquanto olho para aqueles 3 com um sorriso ladino, mas em seguida olho para os lados. - Por falar nisso… Cadê ele?!

– Já era pra ele estar aqui! Vem, vamos procurá-lo!

Mas antes que pudéssemos dar um único passo, os cabelos de Polnareff cresceram e se prenderam em dois postes, a corrente de Jotaro estava firmemente enrolada no pescoço dele e a mão protética do sr. Joseph ficou enorme!

– Mas que… - Antes de eu me mexer, algumas plantes enrolaram as suas raízes em meu braços e pernas, me derrubando no chão e me deixando presa. - D-Droga, como nos livramos desse stand?!

Enquanto tentávamos bolar algum plano, percebemos um tipo de “representação da morte” com uma cara de palhaço se aproximando de nós, e meu coração acelerou de medo e raiva enquanto o encarava.

– Lali-ho!

Jotaro tentou invocar Star Platinum, no entanto, era apenas uma das falsificações do stand. Ele, que se chama Death 13, começou a nos explicar que não conseguíamos invocar nossos stands pois como estávamos dormindo, nossa mente estava em um estado de relaxamento.

– O Death 13 jamais precisará enfrentar um stand, eu sempre serei vitorioso! - Ele se aproximou e ergueu a sua foice para nos atacar, mas para nossa surpresa, o Hierophant Green apareceu e começou a enforcar o Death 13, que tentava se livrar do aperto.

– Olhem, é o Kakyoin! - Polnareff apontou para uma xícara de um dos vários brinquedos que tinham no local, e meus olhos brilharam quando o vi sentado de um jeito bem… Uau!

– É a hora da sua punição, baby.

Misericórdia Senhor, é impressão minha ou esse lugar começou a ficar mais quente? Acho que é algum ataque do Death 13…

A luta entre Kakyoin e o stand do bebê era bem tensa, mas eu tinha minha confiança total no ruivo, que parecia pegar leve por conta do usuário ainda ser um bebê, e essa coisa tão simples me fez suspirar ainda mais por ele.

– Ei… S/n, pelo menos tente disfarçar. Você tá praticamente babando pelo Kakyoin~ - Polnareff sussurrou no meu ouvido.

– Eu tô?! - Limpei o canto da minha boca e notei que era apenas mais uma provocação do francês, que pareceu se divertir com o meu rápido desespero. - Quando nós acordarmos, eu juro que vou te matar!!

– Você nem vai se lembrar disso, quando nós acordarmos tudo será apagado da nossa cabeça!

– Hunf, você tem sorte!

Vi que ao longe, Hierophant Green estava dentro do Death 13, que curava a ferida do braço de Kakyoin por pura pressão. Suspirei e caminhei em passos lentos e nervosos até o ruivo, que quando me notou, sorriu de uma maneira doce.

– S/n, obrigado… Obrigado por ter ficado ao meu lado.

Não o respondi, mas ao invés disso, fiquei em sua frente enquanto eu perdia minha coragem aos poucos a medida que os olhos violetas de Kakyoin me observam de uma maneira confusa. Antes que ele perguntasse algo, apenas suspirei e então agarrei o colarinho dele, o puxando para um beijo.

Ouvi as comemorações de Polnareff e Joseph e senti que Kakyoin havia congelado por aquela minha ação inesperada, mas logo senti suas mãos em minha nuca enquanto me beija na mesma intensidade. Desfiz o beijo para recuperar o fôlego e então sorri para ele, que estava com as bochechas coradas e me olhando com ternura.

– Vou rezar para que você fale mais vezes a palavra “baby” na mesma forma que antes. É tão atraente!

– Vou tentar me lembrar disso…

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– Ei… S/n, acorda. - Resmunguei algo que nem eu mesma entendi, mas consegui ouvir uma risada. - Vem, temos que tomar café para continuarmos a viagem.

Abri os meus olhos e me sentei no saco de dormir enquanto vejo Kakyoin mais radiante enquanto acorda todos os outros. Me levantei e fui até uma poça que tinha ali perto e comecei a lavar o meu rosto, que foi algo que Polnareff, sr. Joseph e Jotaro também fizeram.

– Tenho a impressão de ter tido um pesadelo na noite passada… Mas não consigo me lembrar. - Polnareff indaga e nós 3 concordamos.

– É, tenho a impressão de ter sonhado com algo bem assustador…

Concordei com um aceno, logo me levantei e fui para perto da fogueira recém-apagada, que vi que tinha pratos com ovos, salsicha e também panquecas.

– Uau, você quem preparou tudo Kakyoin? - Perguntei enquanto me sento no chão e pego um dos pratos.

– Sim, eu quem preparei tudo. - Ele se aproximou e retirou o prato que estava em minhas mãos e colocou outro, que parecia ter uma porção maior de tudo que tinha e também havia morangos e mirtilos próximos das panquecas.

– Uau! Obrigada Kakyoin, assim eu vou acabar me acostumando mal! - Digo com um tom de brincadeira enquanto pego um garfo enquanto como um pedaço da panqueca. - Uau, isso está delicioso!

– Obrigado. - Kakyoin colocou seu rosto ao lado do meu e me arrepiei quando senti a respiração dele acariciando a ponta da minha orelha. - Isso é apenas para você, baby.

Meu corpo inteiro esquentou e ele simplesmente se levantou com um sorriso ladino e saiu segurando um prato com oque parecia ser papa para o bebê como se nada tivesse acontecido!

Eu sinceramente acho que a minha morte não será causada pelo DIO, e sim por Noriaki Kakyoin e o seu charme.

The End

[thatdepressedgamer]

GHKGFJLLGDDVGDDFHKLK with the way this fucking man eats cherries, you know that shit is the good good holy shit--👀

Kakyoin loves to fuck your thighs. Sometimes you think he's just doing it to tease you, but he's actually in love with your thighs. You can be asleep and feel how he hugs you from behind and starts to rub his dick against your ass, to then lose yourself in the pleasure you feel when his length gets between your legs and he begins to fuck you fast, hungry for more, while his tip rubs perfectly against your clit, making you moan as he gently kisses your neck.

When he finally releases his seed on your thighs, he smiles at you as he kisses you. You think he's done with you, but then he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him. "I'll never get tired of you, darling." He says, before start eating you out the only way that could satisfy you until you see stars. Oh, what a nice way to wake up.

[byakuyacoochie]

Stardust Peepers - Crusaders X Reader

Request: Stardust crusaders accidentally walking in on y/n changing.

A/n: First post of the new year had to be a stardust crusaders post....We are so back.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

The hotel room smells like salt and seafoam. Not the sharp, fresh scent of the ocean, but the lingering kind—like wet fabric, or something forgotten in the sun too long. Jotaro stands by the window with his arms crossed, back rigid. He’s not looking at you, but that’s never meant much. He never really has to.

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching the way his reflection warps in the glass. Outside, waves kiss the shore in a rhythm you’re starting to recognize. A kind of hush, a kind of lullaby. He hasn’t said a word since you both checked in.

“Are you going to say something?” you ask, voice a little thinner than intended.

He shifts. Barely. But it’s enough to make you think maybe. Maybe this time, he’ll tell you what the silence means. What the look in his eyes meant earlier, when he pulled you out of harm’s way like he’d done it a thousand times in his sleep.

But he doesn’t speak. He just sighs. Deep, slow. Like he’s carrying something he can’t put down.

You lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t need a confession,” you say softly, mostly to the cracks in the plaster above you. “I just need to know if I matter. Even a little.”

There’s a long pause. Long enough for you to regret asking. Long enough to wish you could shrink the words back down into your chest and hide them under your ribs, in your heart, where they’ve always belonged.

Then, the bed shifts.

He sits beside you, carefully, as though he’s afraid the moment might break. Still, he doesn't speak, only exhales. You sit up again, eyes landing on his side profile.

You’ve long stopped expecting words from him; Jotaro has always loved like a storm trapped in glass, all pressure and no release. But in the way his shoulder brushes yours, in the way his coat falls open like he’s offering something unnamed, you understand. This is as close as he gets to softness. A silence that, in anyone else’s hands, would be empty—but in his, it's a confession.

But... perhaps, Jotaro has grown tired of going in circles with you. Perhaps, he's afraid that you may not understand what his silence entails. Perhaps, he worries that you can't see through his expression. You'll never know why, but against all odds, his lips part.

“You do,” he says finally, voice low. “You always have.”

It’s not romantic.

It’s not flowery.

It’s Jotaro.

His hand finds yours. Big and calloused, but hesitant. Like he’s learning how to touch without breaking something.

You squeeze it once. No words. You’ve never needed many with him.

Outside, the tide pulls in again, slow and patient.

[l-747]

Going to grandma's house

If i go to see grandma then Kakyoin is doing the same

[cosmicvaca]

Jotaro and Noriaki in Central Park, 1990

I went to New York and took some photos so I could put my boys in them <3 Took this photo while also sharing a pretzel with my mom though I hope theirs wasn't as stale as ours

[a-stars-art-blog]

I’ve been having thoughts. Completely Normal and not emotionally unstable thoughts.

I DEMAND more Joseph seeing/treating Kakyoin as a 2nd grandson content ITS TOO CUTE

[kots-kots]

this is a what if kakyoin survives au concept so.. part 4 kakyoin!!!?

Kak has always been one of my favorites >_<

I think in part 4, he’d be like.. a game developer or some sort of artist/psychologist? maybe a mix of all three considering he’s a huge freaking nerd

I also like the head canon that Hierophant is a very clingy stand if that makes sense

I kinda wish I’d given him more of a different wardrobe but that’s a problem for future me LOL

[sf3uuf]

I've been thinking about JJBA again...

[adeadcreator]

hellooo!!! So, i was thinking…waht about a Kakyoin x reader, (they have a stupid big crush on each other) in which, in a night in the desert reader was cold, so Kakyoin decided to share his bedroll with them and they end up sleeping together and cuddling and in the morning, when they wake up, they find Polnareff and Joseph just taking pictures and giggling, ’cause they’re so obvious about each and it’s just the cutest thing ever<333 (sorry if it’s too big)

It's not too big for me :D, I hope you enjoy!

The desert heat had long since faded, replaced by a biting chill that crept through the camp where the Crusaders had settled for the night. The stars twinkled brilliantly overhead, but the cool breeze did little to bring comfort. You pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, wishing for warmth as the others slept soundly, oblivious to your discomfort. 

Kakyoin, noticing your shivers from across the way, couldn't just lie there. He sat up, his lavender eyes scanning the campfire's dying embers before landing on you. “Hey, (Y/n),” he called softly, his voice barely a whisper against the night. “Do you want to share my bedroll? It’ll be warmer.” You felt your cheeks flush at the thought, but the chill of the night urged you to nod in agreement. 

“I’d love that, thank you!” you replied, your heart racing a little at the idea of being so close to him. He smiled, a shy, gentle grin that made your heart flutter even more. You hurried over to him, crawling into the bedroll beside him. The warmth from his body enveloped you like a cozy blanket, and you sighed contentedly, feeling safe and secure. 

As you settled in, Kakyoin shifted closer, his arm instinctively wrapping around you. You felt your heart skip a beat as you nestled against him, the world around you fading away as you shared warmth under the vast, starry sky. You could hear his soft breathing, feel the steady beat of his heart, and in that moment, everything felt perfect. 

Hours passed, and the cool desert air turned into a serene blanket of tranquility. The two of you fell asleep, lost in the comfort of each other—both of you completely unaware of the mischief brewing a few feet away. In the early hours of the morning, Polnareff and Joseph peeked from their spots, eyes glistening with amusement. The sight before them was too good to pass up. 

They exchanged glances filled with excitement before Polnareff pulled out his camera, the shutter clicking softly as he captured the scene of you and Kakyoin, wrapped up together and blissfully unaware of your audience. 

“Look at them! They’re practically a couple,” Polnareff laughed, barely able to contain his joy at the sight. Joseph chuckled, nodding as he snapped another picture. “They’re so cute! We should let them sleep a little longer,” he said, smiling warmly at the two of you. 

As the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow across the desert, Kakyoin stirred slightly, feeling the light shift around him. He opened his eyes to find the faces of Polnareff and Joseph hovering nearby, wide grins plastered on their faces. “Good morning, lovebirds!” Joseph called out with a teasing lilt, and you both jolted awake, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you scrambled to separate, the cozy fog of sleep quickly dissipating. 

Kakyoin’s expression mirrored yours, a mix of surprise and fluster as he processed what was happening. The two of you exchanged shy glances, your hearts racing once again. Polnareff erupted into laughter, pointing at the two of you wrapped together in one bedroll. 

“This is priceless! You two look like you just woke up after a romantic night!” You buried your face in your hands, mortified. “Stop it, you guys!” you exclaimed, laughter mixed with embarrassment bubbling out. Kakyoin chuckled softly, a hint of pink still dusting his cheeks. 

“Maybe it was a little romantic…” he admitted, glancing at you with a shy smile that made your heart flutter once more. Despite the teasing, the moment felt sweet—both the playful banter and the undeniable connection lingering between the two of you. As the sun rose higher, you knew this night would be one you’d cherish for a long time.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

We have the jojo and jofoes version of how they react to their darling's skirt being lifted, how about the jobro this one :3 Love your writing for the jojo and jofoes version ❤️

(I can see Kakyoin will be the one make the kid scared the most with his death stare XD)

Makes sense I should complete the trifecta here, got a second ask about this as well. So here are the upskirt : Yandere Jobros edition

Yandere! Speedwagon

He’s got a knack for reading people, so it’s almost instant that he basically steps on the child’s foot, and a pull on the collar. They’re verbally berated and flat out told by this man that they weren’t very sly about their utterly disgusting behavior. He’ll twist one of their arms towards the back and gives them a stare down they’ll never forget. Speedwagon also scares this child by stating he’s seen grown men nearly beaten to death for doing such a thing, before letting them go, the kid losing their balance and running off. The way he made that fairly thin threat was rather bone chilling, but he quickly adjusts his expression and he apologizes to you for not catching the child quick enough.

Yandere! Caesar Zeppeli

As soon as a look of shock appears on your face, Caesar already has a grip on this runt. His hand holding their arm, he sweeps their feet without hesitation. “How filthy to be trying that, your dirty little hands shouldn’t be anywhere near a skirt”. There’s also a strike to the back of the kid’s head out of annoyance, nearly making them fall over again. Perhaps they get soaked wet by the nearest water if he feels it’s appropriate, and they slip one more time before being allowed to flee.

Yandere! Noriaki Kakyoin

Oh there’s certainly a death glare the kid is going to receive from Kakyoin. They’re immediately tripped up, almost instinctively on his part. Brat slips out of his mouth without hesitation, and pinches on one of their ears hard before bending over and forcing them to look at him. Kakyoin simply asks what made them think they were entitled to such behavior. He doesn’t really let them answer, and perhaps he spots something that looks foul, likely garbage. Kakyoin excuses himself from you for a moment and before the kid can blink some kind of garbage is flung into his mouth. He keeps it in there about thirty seconds before letting the kid spit it out, giving him an additional dark glare warning him if he ever tries again, that next time he’ll make him swallow that garbage (or alternatively use something nastier).

Yandere! Okuyasu

Almost certain Okuyasu flips the kid upside down and holds them by one of their legs. A muttering of stupid kid, and even putting spit in the kids ears isn’t quite enough for Okuyasu but he lets them drop, and sends his foot up their butt to shove them further. Telling them to get lost real quick or he might pull something worse than that.

Yandere! Bruno Bucciarati

An almost instant death grip is on this child’s shoulder, they can’t keep running forward and are forced to look at Bucciarati’s eyes. He was unbelievably agitated by this child’s insulting gesture. He looks like he’s demanding an answer but he knew this kid wouldn’t have one. There wasn’t any for something that pathetic. He’s the type to pull on whichever ear is closest and pull on it until they’re very much uncomfortable. He doesn’t listen to being asked to let go, as he sees it it’s appropriate to ignore their protests since they ignored your space. Even a pinch of a nose, his grip is unrelenting until he appropriately waits for the kid to lose balance and fall on their face. He should find their parents later but for now he had to tend to you being humiliated.

Yandere! Hermès

Much like Jolyne she doesn’t take crap from little punks, you bet she has the little brat in a tight hold the instant they try to run off. She does a little bit of everything, pokes and prods, maybe even trips them up. But she’s looking to do something more equal, so if she has a water bottle or soda. You bet she’s pouring it all on the kids pants, perfectly where it would look like they pissed themselves. She smirks telling them the punishment has to equal the crime, and she doesn’t care how many people laugh and mock them. It is what they get for being a little perv, (although she’s tempted to do more, she gets sick of their presence and smacks them in the back of the head before shoving them off)

Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

The child trips immediately on a steel ball of his before he grips their arm and pulling them backwards. He’s got a condescending smile on his face “you think that’s funny don’t you? Huh kid?”. He likely dumps something on them, like a little bit of leftover jam or honey, getting their hair all nice and sticky, and it’s a bonus when he pushes them and they stumble into some water and their pants are soaked. He probably uses spin once again and trips them up one last time, their pants happening to rip in a rather embarrassing place on a piece of wood. “ I could do way worse for you deciding to go on an upskirt frenzy…now get out of my sight” he says this last bit with an almost mocking laugh.

Yandere! Yasuho Hirose

Honestly she’s just about as upset as you or even more so, Paisley Park even comes out instinctively and grabs the child by the ankles. She smacks them on the back of the head with a rolled up magazine that happened to be tossed aside on the road. Before leaving she shows them a video of the kid upskirting you threatening to somehow send it to their parents, they quickly backtrack, and apologize in a panic before running off. (This also probably had to do with Paisley Park as well)

Yandere! Dragona Joestar

Dragona had it rough herself with bullying, so for once she’d like to do something about it. They promptly slap the perpetrator first before really doing anything. Smooth operators might be used to at least dislocate a couple things like a couple fingers/thumbs, it’s convincing enough that it looks like an accident. It might be turned back to almost normal, as they freak out quite a bit, not sure what’s going on. Thoroughly freaked out, the child runs off pretty quickly. Dragona then turns to you and gives you a tight hug, feeling horrible about that whole thing, then drags you off to a favorite place to make you feel better.

[thatdepressedgamer]

Good Lord have mercy 🥵

Riding Kakyoin, while you rock on top of him leading the pace, jumping harder and harder as you seek your own climax while your frenetic movements also lead to his own, only to hear your moans getting louder and uncontrollable, making him realize you've had a squirt. Kakyoin couldn't be more proud, as long as you reach your own satisfaction, you can use him as you please.

[byakuyacoochie]

Postal Mishaps - Jojo's x Reader

Characters: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Rohan Kishibe, Mikitaka Hazekura, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Joseph Joestar.

A/n: There was a point in the poll that part 3 & 4 were tied so I've just wrote both. Sorry bit shit but didn't want to not write the 3 fics I promised.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — Never Had

you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take

an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting

God, how long has it been since he last saw you?

It must've been decades now.

So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?

But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours,��the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...

What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.

As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...

50 days.

He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.

"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.

All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.

The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.

The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.

But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.

It just wasn't the right time.

Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.

A love that never found its voice.

And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.

But he had much more important matters.

"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.

"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.

"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air,  his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."

It's not the right time.

That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.

Will it ever be the right time?

He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.

"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.

"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.

He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.

"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.

"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."

Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.

"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.

"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."

You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.

"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."

Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.

It's not the right time.

"Okay.. I'll wait for you."

But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...

Maybe it'll finally be the right time.

[classical-bluess]

They're gonna go help Dio smile then kill him 🫶

[deusluxuria]

kakyoin definitely wears clear nail polish (and is very meticulous about it despite how mistakes won't be obvious), and jotaro wears black nail polish except he makes a mess and then immediately plunges his hand into a bag of cheetos before the polish is dry