#kujo jotaro oneshot

[beneathashadytree]

FAMILY - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, first-time parents, this is set between SDC and DIU, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Been rewatching JJBA and yearning for a family with this man.

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“She’s so small.”

Jotaro’s voice was just as small; quiet enough that they barely heard him through the thin walls separating the bathroom from their bedroom. After having washed up a little in the middle of the night (something they rather enjoyed, amidst all the fuss of waking up at ungodly hours to feed their daughter), they made their way back to their room.

The scene they walked in on was something that must’ve come straight out of their most personal dreams, one that a younger version of them would’ve been pining after every single day and blushing furiously as their imagination ran with them.

There was Jotaro, lying back in bed with his legs crossed as he always was—only this time, his shirt was pulled off and strewn to the side somewhere. Jolyne’s tiny body was nestled against his naked chest, her clean skin a little flushed and all endearing. Her entire fist was curled around just one of her father’s fingers, while his other hand cradling her head was carefully brushing through her dark tufts of hair.

It was that sight alone that sent their heart pounding in their chest and threatening to burst through their ribcage with sheer adoration. “You’re really keen on listening to the nurse’s advice for skin-to-skin contact, huh?”

His response wasn’t verbal; just a nod of his head and a mesmerized look on his face as he watched their daughter coo a little at the soothing motions he did. She seemed to be just as attached as he was, half-asleep and blinking up drowsily at him, while still leaning into his every touch in the way that endearingly clingy babies did.

“Jolyne likes it,” Jotaro simply said, his teal eyes softer than they’d ever seen as he regarded Jolyne with that same rare adoration that he bestowed upon the very few people he adored, undeniably so. He only tore his gaze away from her to look at them as they crawled into bed beside their spouse and daughter. “It’s late, and you’re tired. You should sleep.”

“So should you.” Their hand came to rest on the left side of his chest, palm settling against the warm skin and feeling every reassuring thump of his heart beating. A soft caress only helped his heart to pick up the pace, and a small, almost-imperceptible blush to rise up the tips of his ears. “You’ve been getting up almost every single night, and even feeding her on the days I’m too exhausted. You need rest too, darling.”

Jotaro stilled for a few moments, before turning his attention back to little Jolyne, who seemed to be close to slipping back into her dreamless slumber. He didn’t utter a word for a bit; long enough for them to start doubting he’d say anything at all.

Until, that is, he broke the silence with six little words, softly spoken with all the yearning in the world, and with his eyes looking so tenderly at her; like he was cradling the entire world in his hands, despite being calloused hands that had—for a heart-achingly long time—only ever been used for violence and bloodshed.

“I don’t want to miss anything.”

It dug deep into their heart and nestled there, right with all of the millions of reasons they’d already had and learnt as to why they love him so wholly; that keenness of his that branded him as someone so fiercely devoted to the few he let inside his impossibly high walls. And it was a privilege that they wanted to cherish forever.

“You won’t miss out on anything if you just let yourself relax.” They leaned in to press a soft kiss to his slightly-stubbled cheek. “We’ll still be here in the morning, I promise you. We’re not going anywhere.”

All they got was a grunt to show that he was listening, and nothing more. Jotaro remained fixated on the sight of Jolyne’s chubby cheeks smooshed against his skin, and rosy with the happiness of a good feed.

But they could see how their words seemed to settle into his mind, as the tension unwound between his shoulders, and his body sunk deeper into the pillows he’d nestled against. The small furrow between his thick eyebrows had slowly melted away, and the ever-so-gentle quirk of his lips into a half-smile brought their heart to a near-stop.

He huffed out what sounded like a quiet chuckle. “I’ll hold you to your word, then.”

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling @mrsgiovanna

[zwolfgames]

Hii! If it's not too much trouble to ask, can you make a Yandere DIO x Child Reader who escaped and is now with the Crusaders? (Reader would have a strong Stand) 🙃

(So idk wether this was meant as like biologically DIO's kid or not but I just went with unrelated because i dont know how many hoes DIO had back in Stardust Crusaders. Also, how does one think up a stand, lol.)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Slightly OOC DIO, silly kidnapping, bizarre

(3rd person POV)

Life had been turned upside down for you lately. As a poor ten year old alone on the streets of Cairo, you had expected this year to be the same as last year.

Just surviving and having your Stand help steal food.

Thus is the life of a street rat. Kicked out by their abusive father...

But just a month ago, when you were once again getting your Stand to filch some fruit from a night market, you got spotted.

A tall, impending figure had stopped in the alleyway to look down at you.

His piercing golden eyes made you freeze once you were in his field of vision. Did the air just get colder or was that you?

"Tell me of your stand, Child."

The man had spoken, all those nights ago. Truthfully, you hadn't know what a Stand was back then. So he pointed to yours. All you really knew of it was that nobody else could see it... So why was he looking straight at it?

With such intrest too.

Before you could actually talk to the man, he had leaned down and poked something into your head, thats the last thing you could remember.

"So yea, thats all I remember..." You spoke to this strange band of people.

That disintrested looking fellow had been the one to rip whatever that weirdo so long ago put into your head... A 'Flesh Bud'. A means of controlling people, or so you've heard from that french guy and his green clad fellow as they were complaining about the time they had yours.

So they had been attacked by the blonde guy too?

Intresting.

"You have a hell of a Stand kid." The oldest guy pats your shoulder, he looks pretty buff for an old guy. Who are these people.

"My stand? Ah- you mean Arnold?" You made your stand appear. You faintly remember it just... appearing one day when you were being chased by street dogs... It kinda saved your hide. Named after Arnold Schwarzenegger, as you had heard that name on a tv in a store once. Very creative, obviously.

"Yes... Arnold. Does it perhaps do special things. Like superpowers?" The old man asks. Trying not to look back at how one of his friends is being patched up from all his cuts.

"Why should I tell you my secrets?" You cross your arms defiantly.

"Because we saved you, don't you want to defeat who-ever did this to you? Huh, kid?" The old man nudges you with his shoulder.

"Not really. Who are you guys anyways, you don't look like locals at all." You take a step away from the man.

"I'm Joseph Joestar, thats my grandson Jotaro and his friend Kakyoin... Thats Polnareff, and the one you almost blasted to bits is Avdol." Josephs eye twitches as he look back at his hurt friend.

"I didn't do anything." You retort quickly.

"You did, because of this flesh bud. A vampire named Dio was controlling you-" Joseph starts.

"I'm not controllable." You stick your tongue out.

"Oh yea, so then you almost killed Avdol by yourself?" Joseph replies with the same childish tone.

"That was my twin brother, you've got the wrong person." You smirk like the annoying brat you truly are.

The argument gets more heated as Joseph refuses to listen to the sass of a dirt covered child.

Meanchile, in a dark dark room in a castle far away- No, a mansion just a couple of streets away, a certain blonde seethes.

Another one lost. Those damned crusaders... Joestars.

They had taken away many of his subjects.... His pawns.. But this was by far the worst.

A child, a powerfull child. He had plans for you. Shattered, all in a single fight.

Dio clenches his fist and a piece of the parchment he's pretending to read rips.

He wasn't attached... Not at all. You were just strong. And.. Too similar to him. A scumbag of a dad, he had looked into your mind that night you two locked eyes. And he had seen... Things that reminded himself too much of himself. The only diffrence between you two was that you weren't just born evil. A bummer, really. He's always wanted to see a maniacal kid.

But... Oh dallit, who's he kidding, he did get attached. And really he doesn't understand why. You were a dirty, foolish child...

But you had potential...

Dio had always planned to be the lonesome ruler of his ideal world... But you were.. ideal enough. Yes.

You could like... stand next to him and chirp about whatever useless tought you had this time.

Something to quench the silence he's grown to hate after years of being confined to a coffin under the sea.

It's a miracle that you hadn't gotten on his nerves, really. He usually hated all kids. But well, maybe it's that mischievious glint in your eyes. Makes him think too much of his time back in his living ages.

So, ofcourse he sent two of his stand users out to retrieve you.

Wich is how he had leanred of your capture by the Joestars.

Oh he had wanted to gag, what if they made you into the same goody-two-shoes all Joestars pretended to be?

Disgusting. He's have to end your suffering in that case...

But for now, he could wait for his pawns to bring you back. Maybe you were ready for the no flesh bud treatment.

Probably not. But hey, who knows what other nonsense you'd come up with if he let you be that free.

If only his pawns would hurry up! He's bored!

"I'm not helping you, I've got things to do." You declare to Joseph for the sixth time now as they kept on asking you to help them get to Dio.

"We'll give you lots of food." Jotaro pipes in with that same bored tone, seemingly having figured you out after his grandfather had tried convincing you the whole time.

"I'm in. This way."

You hum and start walking. Joseph yaw falls open dramatically as Jotaro walks past him with a slightly proud aura.

The group of guys follow you around the sunny streets of Cairo as you walk to the mansion you just so faintly remember.

Actually... you don't really remember much of your mind controlled times. A faint face of the vampire that had enslaved you... a slight sensation of a hair ruffle. For the rest it's mostly gone.

But who knows, with what these guys have been telling you, this Dio figure is quite the bad guy. And you'd be getting food. So...

The first round roof of the mansion had appeared in your field of vision, you had attampted to call out before someone just jumped onto you from above.

Now this man you remembered just faintly. Cowboyish looks, an attitude and the most annoying smirk.

"Gotta ask you not to struggle kid. Dio's been whining about you for a week now." Hol Horse huffs as he picks you up at the scruff. Glaring at Jotaro's group of friends.

"Let me go or I'll blast you to bits." You declare simply. Crossing your arms childishly.

The cowboy's eye twitches and he takes it as a bluff.

Stupid idea, really.

You activate your stand, Arnold, and use it's ability that you have yet to name. The crystal like being grabs ahold of Hol Horse and sharp crystals grow out of his arm, piercing his skin.

This effectivly drops you as the man screams in pain behind you.

So that's what you had done wit Avdol then? Yikes. Since when did you even have this ability? Must be Dio's fault.

Tough, this seemed way too easy. You were proven right moments after as you were ambushed by a pretty woman... Who you actually didn't know.

She surpisingly just hoisted you over her shoulder mid run and ran away from the Crusaders as they yelled for the woman to stop. You could sense her stand... So this must be another one of Dio's henchmen.

Altough your stand was super duper cool and epic, you're an untrained kid who doesn't know what they're doing.

So you weren't that great at summoning your stand without concentrating fully. And all these jolts you got from this womans fast running weren't helping your concentration.

A puprle vine suddendly wrapped around the womans ankle and she fell to the floor, dropping you as you rolled along the sandy pavement, scratching your skin and further staining your clothes with more dirt.

Joseph had stopped the womans kidnapping attempt. Wich was cool but damm that fall hurt!

The rest of the crusaders came running to you and the unknown stand user. This time it was Polnareff who picked you up like you were damm nothing. To prevent you from getting snatched again.

"You didn't say you were some kind of prized possesion. What does Dio want with you?" Polnareff yells dramatically.

"As if I know! I barely remember him!" You huff back.

"Are you perhaps his offspring?" Kakyoin asks a lot more calmly.

"What? No, I know my dad, he's an asshole but we've got the same hair, so we're obviously related." You shake your head.

"Thats the stupidest explenation I've ever heard." Jotaro sighs while Joseph ties the woman to a pole so that she can't chase again.

"What can I say, never been to school." You shrug with a matter of factly face. Polnareff looks bewildered while the others have taken on a bit of a pitying look. Wich you really don't like.

Seriously, life could be worse.

 Polnareff had loosened his grip slighly as he must have felt safe or something. A stupid descicion really, as a faint barking was coming from down the alley before you.

You caught a glimpse of a funny looking dog with big ears barking up at the sky before you got lifted up really fast by sharp talons.

A hawk, a damm hawk got you.

How was this thing even carrying you? Sure ten year olds aren't big an you don't grow a lot on the street but this is just bizarre!

The hawk dropped you off in the fountain of Dio's courtyard.

Landing with a splash into the unkempt water. Good thing this wasn't deep becasue nobody had ever tought you how to swim...

The hawk squaqed hard before flying back up to protect the mansion you had been brought back to.

Now if you knew one thing about vampires it's that they can't come into the sun or they expolde or something.

So you made it your mission to stay here in the sun as long as possible... Wich.. isn't that long, it was almost sunset... Shit.

"Tought you could run off, child?" A sultry voice spoke from the dark halls surrounding the courtyard.

Two piercing yellow eyes looked straight at you. That same feeling of impending doom hit you again.

"Why don't you come to me. I promise not to harm you..." Dio whispers in a slightly sweet manner. Wich really made it even less convincing.

He'd probably snap your head right off for even attempting to talk to the Crusaders.

You didn't want to walk towards him. But the alluring feeling the man possesed made you take a shaking step.

Screaming in your head to stop wasn't working.

Slowly but surely you were walking out of the suns warm embarce and into the darkness of a vampire's lair.

You're gonna die, oh my god!

The vampire held his hand out so elegantly for you to take, sharp- well kept nails the only indicator of the underlying nature of this predator.

Your hand reached out for his, out of your control. Damm this creature's charm.

The moment your warm hand touched ice cold flesh you were dragged into the darkness and into a strong body.

You were held tightly against the man as he ran a hand trough your hair before you were out like a light. Seriously, what kind of powers does this asshole even have?

The next thing you knew, you woke up in a dark room. Feeling a bit.. cold?

You open your heavy eyes, looking for any sign of life in this room. Closed curtains... unlit candles. Now where in the fuck-knuckles were you now?

"Y/N, would you like to know something?" That same deep voice spoke from behind you. You turn around and face the vampire on his fancy couch, lazing around.

"Not really.." You mutter unsurely.

"Hah, still the same kind of annoyance as before. How I've missed you." Dio muses down at you as if looking at a little lapdog. Wich techically you had been.

"Fine, what's the thing I need to know?" You sigh.

"I've made you a vampire, just like me. Isn't that generous of me my little Y/N? Now we can talk forever." Dio smirks as if this was his best idea ever.

You deadpann and walk over to a curtain to go kill yourself full on vampire way.

"No, foolish child. Come back here." Dio tsks in annoyance and whatever control he has over you now pulls you back to stand behind his couch.

Wow, can't even sit in this place huh?

"Do you not understand why I share my gift of immortality with you?" Dio muses, smiling again. Tough that teeny tiny spark of softness doesn't go unnoticed to your trained eyes.

You just shake your head. Who knows, even age old vampires could be pedo's-

"You... are similar to me. I simply wish for you to have a better life then I had."

Dio speaks a bit less... confidently.

Now, that's something you had never expected from the blonde..  Ever.

Where's the uncaring cold villain you knew? The guy that killed his servants for failing?

Why was he looking at you as if his words were genuine?

And why was it affecting you like this?

"Y/N, when Jotaro Joestar and his group make their way to my estate, I want you to stay firmly beside me. Do you understand me?" Dio narrows his eyes as he stands up to tower over you. That sinister shadow casting over his face to get you to comply.

You just nods your head. Wich apparently isn't good enough for him as he squishes your cheeks between his hand.

"Use your words, child." Dio tsks.

"I'll stay at your side..." You speak up, not like you actually would... they were coming here to kill Dio... You didn't wnat to die aswell...

Dio sighs and ruffles your hair roughly before leaving the room to go do whatever the hell he does all day.

You hear a little lock click shut, once again trapping you somewhere, tough unlike last time, you have full control of your mind...

Dio didn't need a henchmen anymore, not of you.

He couldn't even understand it himself. Maybe deep down he missed a brother he could bully.

So just sit in that tower and don't complain and everything would be alright.

He wouldn't let those crusaders take you away from him again...

_____☆_____

Thank you for the request! Also available on Wattpad/Tumblr.

Dio was a bit OOC but I really don't know how to get this man to like a kid, i think he'd throw one out of a window if given the choice. Xd.

Have a nice night/ Day!

Words: 2502

[hiddenlife-manager]

Kinktober Day 1

Jotaro Kujo x Fem reader

Extra: Creampie, breeding, dom Jotaro, sub reader, overstimulation, rough

This may be a little short but don’t worry I just am now realizing that taking accelerated courses was my biggest mistake hehe.

~

“I can’t!” You cried out as Jotaro rammed his cock into your dripping cunt. His cum pooling out of your pussy. This wasn’t how Jotaro fucked you before; he wasn’t the type to fuck you with so much control, he let you take control as he didn’t want to put so much effort into fucking you. Now here he is making you be his cum dumpster.

“Jo-“ he placed his tongue into your mouth kissing you passionately attempting to stop your cries of overstimulation. Something was off from the moment Jotaro walked into the house. He went straight after your lips and lifted you up. Now here both of you were passionately kissing while he rams his cock into your sopping cunt.

Two leg shaking orgasm and here is Jotaro wanting to pull a third one out of you. Your cries caused him to pull you closer to his body. His abs gently grazing your naked body. Skin slapping echoed through the room but Jotaro’s grunts became louder and louder his thrusts not once slowing down.

His cock fit perfectly in your velvety walls. In need of support your arms shakily wrapped around his sweat covered skin.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you.” He grunts, keeping your waist in place he made sure that you had the support you looked for. Sweat beads covered his body each thrust forcefully pulling a cry of pleasure from you. His thrust were constant until he thrusted hard into you where he almost let his arms weaken and fall on top of you. He caught himself and his thrust hard were sloppy.

He lowered his face into the nook of your neck and kissed your neck. With three final thrust his kisses turned into love bites and you felt more warm liquids coating your walls.

[usernamenotunlocked]

All Falls Apart

[Jotaro Kujo x GN Reader] CW: reader death, mention of past deaths, medical terms, implied PTSD, grief, generally a sad read

Word Count: 1,602

Summary: It was almost ironic that he’d pursued a profession in healthcare. Even now, the stern expression that’d become etched onto his face often intimidated patients and staff alike, and he’d grown accustomed to the general shift in demeanor upon entering a room. But tonight, his main concern was you. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It started as a normal shift; as normal as it could be, at least.

Jotaro stood out amongst his peers, even through adolescence. He was labeled as a delinquent, as a boy that was always “harsh” and “unwelcoming”. He never broadcasted his emotions to the outside world, and when he did it was often depicted incorrectly, as if the wires got crossed somewhere along the way. Over time, he’d learned to accept it for what it was. He’d learned to bury any hint of softness and retreated within himself as he upheld the facade that others had bestowed upon him.

It was almost ironic that he’d pursued a profession in healthcare. Even now, the stern expression that’d become etched onto his face often intimidated patients and staff alike, and he’d grown accustomed to the general shift in demeanor upon entering a room.

He’d been lucky enough to switch to the night shift. No strained interactions with concerned patients and parents, no small talk to sit through. His job had been reduced to checking vitals, making midnight rounds, and occasionally escorting patients to the O.R.

It was simple. Peaceful.

But tonight, his main concern was you.

You’d been admitted prior to the start of his shift, and he was given a brief patient history as he swapped places with the nurse formerly assigned to your case. A sympathetic part of him reeled as he looked over your chart; you’d clearly been through a lot. No one could tell him what had happened upon arrival, either, but even so, the dim lighting seemed to accentuate every cut, scrape, and bruise painted across your body.

He wasn’t incapable of feeling those emotions, contrary to popular belief. It’d happened before, just as it happened now; he saw himself in your place. He saw his friends in your place. He saw everything he fought so hard to maintain as he observed your tattered frame.

He somehow managed to choke down those bitter feelings, tucking it all away with the rest of the emotions he’d buried over the years. It’d be better that way, or at least that’s what he’d tell himself in situations like these. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The biggest mistake Jotaro made was allowing himself to open up to you.

You’d regained consciousness as he was shifting the blankets aside to check the placement of the central line that’d been affixed to your inner thigh upon admission, and he braced himself for the incoming disgruntled reaction he’d come to know so well.

But there was something different about you.

Instead, you talked freely with the man; no nervousness, no forced smiles, no meaningless conversation for the sake of being polite. You stared up at him with a doe-like gaze, without an ounce of terror looming behind it. It felt as though you could peer into the depths of his soul; as if you, and you alone, could simply reach out and touch the soft boy who had been hidden away for all of those years. Around you, he felt the bark begin to soften, the stone begin to crumble.

You’d asked him what drove him to become a nurse. In the four years he’d worked here, no one had ever thought to ask him a question such as that, and though the answer brought up tainted memories of the past, he felt his lips curl up into a faint smile, something that nearly felt foreign to him.

“You know, I wanted to be a marine biologist,” he said.

That much was true, but he didn’t know how much more he’d be able to tell you. He didn’t know how much you’d understand in your sedated state, or even how much you actually wanted to hear, and he certainly didn’t want you to put together the wrong pieces of a broken puzzle, especially while you were struggling enough on your own.

How was he supposed to tell you about the horrifying truths of this world? You were practically sitting on death’s doorstep.

How was he supposed to tell you about Kakyoin, about Avdol? It wasn’t his place.

He’d have to skip the fine details.

“My mother was sick for a while when I was younger, and I remember doing everything I could to help her. That’s when I knew.”

You seemed satisfied enough with that answer, and for what felt like the first time in god knows how long, he received a genuine smile in response. That seraphic smile would forever stay etched into the back of his mind, that much he was sure of.

There was one more thing that stood out to Jotaro in that moment; a simple phrase muttered under your breath.

“You’re beautiful,” you mumbled.

Beautiful.

A three syllable word placed in a short sentence that took up a fraction of a second in his twelve hour shift.

A word that was always used to refer to his lovers but never used to describe someone like him. A word that kissed the tips of his ears and sent a velvety warmth through his cheeks as it fell effortlessly from your lips.

Of course he’d try to shrug it off, telling you to get more rest as he hung antibiotics and pushed fluids, but that word rang through his ears for hours, and relentlessly tugged at his heart. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Jotaro responded to the call light seven hours into his shift.

He wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect upon his arrival, but his breath hitched as he caught your gaze. Your eyes, once filled with nothing but gentleness and compassion, had grown red and puffy around the edges, mirroring that of his mother’s as she nearly succumbed to the grips of fate.

His heart sank as your bottom lip trembled ever so slightly, and his legs nearly buckled beneath his weight as he heard your voice begin to break.

“I’m dying,” you said shakily.

“You’re not dying,” he attempted to reassure you.

“I’m alone-” you swallowed back tears as they flooded your vision, and you would no longer keep your eyes on his. “I’m dying, and I'm all alone.”

Jotaro had always found the human body truly fascinating. Able to withstand some of the worst damage imaginable, yet, still so fragile. Able to recognize when something is seriously wrong, before one’s brain even has a chance to dwell on it. They say people close to death have a way of knowing when it’ll come, and though he didn’t want to believe it, he’d encountered that occurrence far too many times to consider it a mere coincidence.

The worst part of it all was that Jotaro remained powerless in all of it. He could push pain medicine to make you more comfortable, he could push pressors to raise your steadily declining blood pressure; he’d do everything in his power given the chance, but none of it would matter. You were running out of time, you knew it as well as he did.

He found himself instinctively grabbing your hand, and though the ice in your fingertips coated his veins with a deep sense of unease, he plastered on the bravest face he could manage.

“You’re not alone,” he told you. “I won’t leave you alone.” ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The last few hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

You’d peered up at him with a peaceful resignation, a tenderness that seemed painfully familiar to Jotaro by now. He’d sat vigilantly at your bedside, and his fingers remained interlaced with yours even through your final moments, as the two of you exchanged life stories.

He finally told you about Kakyoin, and he told you about Avdol. He told you about his mother, and how much you reminded him of her. He told you about his daughter, about how she was so young, yet so mature for her age, and how he feared he’d been turning into his father.

The soft morning light filtered through drawn shades and cast a cool shadow over your weary face, and he found it harder to remain composed by the second.

Your voice had lowered to just above a whisper as you expressed your gratitude for his kindness, and his heart broke at every labored breath, until you finally took your last.

The silence that followed was deafening, and for the first time since his return from Egypt, he allowed tears to drop as bullets beneath him. His shoulders shook, his chest heaved, and his throat felt as if it was going to close in on itself as he was crushed by the weight of another innocent life lost.

He knew it’d only be a matter of time before the code team would arrive, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to face the rush of it all. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he gently released your hand from his grasp to place it delicately across your chest.

His ears perked up at the bustling sound emanating from the hall, and he knew this was it; he’d once again been forced to leave, just as he’d left his friends in Egypt, just as he’d left his mother at home, and it tore him apart. Commanding Star Platinum to utilize The World, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before stepping out of sight.

While Jotaro tried to remain detached from the situation over the coming weeks, there was one truth that remained unspoken. You had become another face imprinted into the depths of his memory, another name scribbled across the surface of his weakened heart. You would not be forgotten, even if it killed him to remember.

♡ This story is a part of a small collection I've got going on AO3. Not all of them are like this, most of them are pure smut, which is why I never really thought to post them here, but feel free to check it out if you want! ♡

[lonerxavier]

nightmares - jotaro kujo 

jjba;; stardust crusaders

Waking up in the middle of the night to incoherent mumbling and the consecutive shifting from your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo wasn’t an outlandish experience for you. 

Things like these were frequent for the both of you. As just because DIO had been brung to his demise-- it didn’t mean that the grueling and cruel fight against the ancient vampire didn’t leave a scar in your stoic boyfriends mind.

The fifty day trip to Egypt had been something everyone who made it out alive dreaded to discuss. As remembering even the good memories only brought along the bad one’s. And the bad memories only brought a sense of guilt to those of you who survived,--you included.

Just the thought that it could’ve been any of you that would’ve died that day.. you had just been lucky enough to make it out with a few surface wounds. While others hadn’t gotten so lucky.

And while you hadn’t really interchanged punches with DIO yourself, Jotaro did. It’s why on nights like these, you let him be vulnerable.

Your hands grabbing at him from under the comforter as you tried to shake him awake without startling him much. Your eyes stayed glued to his face as the dried tear streaks only made your heart sink, knowing how much these nightmares affected him made you feel for him.

Not only because you knew what he was going through, but because you genuinely loved him. 

You didn’t want to see him suffer like this because all you truly desire is to see him happy and content. You didn’t want him to stay traumatized like this for any longer, and if you could somehow make it all magically disappear-- you would do it in a heartbeat.

But alas, all you can really do is nurture him, love him, care for him. “Jojo.. Jojo,” so you call his nickname out in an attempt to wake him from his suffering. Fingers lightly pressing into his arm as you try again.

“Joj.. Jotaro, please wake up..” you attempt once again as you hear a light gasp leave his lips. His eyes shoot open in desperation as Star Platinum materializes from behind him.

Jotaro’s body flings itself to sit up, his head swishing around in each and every direction as he tries to find what you can only presume is an enemy of some sort. You don’t allow him to look any longer as you squeeze his upper arm, his head snapping to look at you in terror.

Yet the look of fear fades from his eyes once he realizes who you are, this soon leads to him sighing out of relief. Star Platinum retreats itself back into Jotaro as you give him a small frown.

He looks at you before frowning back, his eyebrows scrunching together. “Another nightmare.. right?” he asks despite already knowing the answer, yet you still give him a small nod in return.

Jotaro let’s his head fall into his hand, his figure slouching over as he runs his other hand through his raven colored locks. 

You know he’s clearly frustrated, so you gently pat his back. Your hand tracing soothing patterns into his back as you go to remove his hand from his face, grabbing it as you allow him to intertwine your fingers between his own.

“It’ll be alright..” you speak in an attempt to soothe the suffering man, “you’re gonna be okay, I’m here for you.”

Those words seemed to somewhat calm him down as he stares over at you. His eyes don’t dare to meet your own. You have always been aware of the fact that Jotaro had difficulty expressing his emotions, or speaking out about what he wants.

So you don’t bother to ask him a thing. Your body seemingly moving on it’s own as you release his hand from your grasp. This allowed both of your arms to wrap around the back of his neck as you pull him down to your level, placing a tender kiss to his cheek as he leans into your touch.

You feel one of his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. “I..” he goes to speak, yet nothing really seems to form. “Shh.. you don’t need to talk, just allow me to stay with you..” you effectively shush him as you start to slowly retreat onto your backside.

Bringing him down with you, his head falling onto your chest as he curls against your side like a scared child. The normally brave and heroic Jotaro Kujo had faded into a traumatized and scared boy.

And you allowed him to stay like that for the rest of the night-- in your embrace as you slowly tried to pick him up, piece by piece.

This was far from being his last nightmare, and you both knew that. But no matter how long it took, you were willing to stay by his side.

unedited

published: 01.28.23

this was obviously a bit rushed, so apologies if he’s ooc.. i’ll fix it later.

[itjazzbicch]

Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”

[koogl001]

Admiring from afar

One-shots and HCs Masterlist

It has been a few weeks since you transferred to the new high school in Japan, due to your parents moving because of work. It was difficult, the people in your class were already split into small groups of friends, leaving you alone, which resulted in you sitting alone awkwardly every break. At least, you could enjoy the peace and quietness, or so you thought.

“Jojo!”

“Hi Jojo!”

“Jojo, I brought you lunch!”

“Jojo, I missed you so much!”

Squealed the girls surrounding a lone delinquent by the name – you guessed it – Jotaro Kujo. This left you baffled, seeing as you could never understand why those girls would swoon over someone who would constantly call them bitches, threaten them, tell them how annoying they are (though you had to agree with that one) and shout at them every time they got on his nerve, which was always. Don’t get me wrong, you could appreciate the fact that he was handsome, and his mysteriousness somewhat intrigued you, but you would never stoop so low as to become another girl chasing after him. Having the lunch period, you decided to venture to the roof, hoping to be the only one there. You were lucky, looking around the space, bento in hand, you didn’t see anyone.

“Man, my head hurts… Do those girls ever just like, stop?”

Opening the container, you quietly and peacefully ate your lunch. When you got back to your class, there was something that caught your attention. That something being a pink note in your bag. Looking it over, there was no signature or any indication of whom could have left that for you, so you just stuffed it into your pocket, deciding to read it after school. What you didn’t know though, was that you were not the only one who noticed it. A dark glare was shot towards the little note before you could hide it.

“Is that a confession note?”

You asked no one in particular, more so just talking to yourself to confirm your thoughts. When you got home, you finally had the time to read the letter a few times. Although you had no intention of accepting feelings of someone you didn’t even know, it spiked your curiosity enough for you to decide to meet this person. Going to bed, you fell asleep, not realising someone was standing outside your window.

“Star platinum!”

Mumbled the tall student, using his stand to discreetly open your window and help him climb in without any disturbance. Walking over to your bed, his thumb lightly slid across your lips, the person aching to just claim them as his. But everything had its time and place, and this was neither the time nor place. The time and place, as the note stated, would be tomorrow, on the rooftop at 4 pm sharp, where he would confess his feeling to you by doing the ultimate love gesture, killing for you. Yes, a perfect way to show that he would do anything, ANYTHING for you.

“Finally!”

You stretched your hands above your head, hearing the bell signalising the end of school for today. Your curiosity over who you would be meeting was strong enough to make you more that just a bit giddy. As you made your way atop the school however, there was a strong metallic scent. Anxiously you opened the door separating you from whatever was emitting this smell. What you saw, you were not prepared for. Blood. Blood everywhere where your eyes looked. Blood and chunks of what was once a human body. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in, spinning on your heel so quickly it was a miracle you didn’t fall, you ran. Or at least, you attempted to run when suddenly, an invisible force latched onto you, not permitting you to move a muscle.

“Just where do you think you’re going.”

Came a gruff voice, making the hair on your neck stand. Was it- No, it couldn’t be!

“And after what I did for you, how ungrateful.” The force swiftly turned you around, into the open arms of your classmate, Jotaro Kujo himself.

“Wh…..w-what….”

You couldn’t talk, or more precisely you couldn’t breathe. You were hyperventilating, feeling like you were drowning. This is not real. It can’t be real! It’s just a joke, a practical prank, a way to scare the “new girl”, right?

“Yare yare, isn’t it obvious? I killed him.”

“W-why…”

“Because you’re mine.”

Stuck in disbelief and shock, you didn’t register the hand combing thru your locks, nor his lips claiming yours because this is it. This is the time and place.

[mrmariobun]

6 Character game for friends on Discord

[gyrospizzamozzarella]

HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the duwang gang would prefer!

josuke

he is DEFINITELY a watermelon guy. he is so silly and he just gives off the sweet watermelony vibes.

okuyasu

blue raspberry. i am right. he just is that kind of person.

koichi

i feel like cherry is a more sophisticated flavor and koichi is for sure the most mature one out of the group. it just suits him.

rohan

green apple. need i say more?

yukako

she is a grape gal. i feel like she is so unhinged to the point where she looks at something that is grape flavored and says, “yeah…that tastes good.” /hj (she is still an icon though dw)

mikitaka

orange. he is just such a silly little guy like that. (catching mikitaka eating something OTHER than tissues and probably windex is really rare but i feel like he would love citrus. it probably resembles the taste of the clorox wipes he eats /j)

OKAY THATS ALL THANK YOU<3

[danthepillerman]

Coffee shop by the corner

Jotaro x reader🫶

"To The Moon and Back" the small coffee shop sign read out. The sign was one of those chalk ones teachers would use to keep track of a students behavior. The sign had the new additions and what was most popular for the time being. In walked a tall muscular man around 17 or 19. He walked in alone and didn't seem like he had much reason for being there. Though the sign peeked his interest.

Walking over to the young women behind the register he waited. "Ah hello what may I get you?" she said with a smile, her head tilting up slightly to look at the man. He looked at her tag, a beautiful tag it was drawn on and had many little doodles. Her name sticking out the most. In bold letters "Y/n!" was written. "Uhm may I get a.." he took a second and continued "may I get a black tea?" He looked back at the girl. "Ofc, would that be all?" She asked and he nodded. "Alrighty" getting ready to say the total amount she was quickly shushed by a gust of wind.

The man's hand flying down so quickly she couldn't even finish her sentence. "Oh-" she laughed lightly. This small laugh triggered something in the bigger man. He felt his heart start pounding in his chest and his ears rise in heat. "Well thank you" she said with a bright smile. "We'll have that out in no time, what's the name for your order?" Holding a cup and a sharpie she looked up at him. "JoJo" the man said with a softer voice than he usually has. She wrote it down and after the man had walked away to take a seat elsewhere she made a small doodle of him and put a little something on the sleeve of the cup.

"xxx.xxx.xxxx, text or call me you seem like fun:)" was written on the sleeve. After getting the man's tea ready she walked over and set the cup down. "Have a wonderful day sir" she smiled and started walking off. "Hey uhm.. real quick" he stated, the women looked back at him. "Wanna play video games at an arcade sometime?.." it came out quieter than he expected. His face turning pink, and the girls face as well. "How about you take a look at your drink and see what my answer might be" she beamed a smile and walked away.

He looked at his drink and saw what she had wrote, a small smile forming on his lips as he pulled down his hat "yare yare.."

[tem60]

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

[beneathashadytree]

Hello! :3

Can we have Jotaro comforting fem!s/o? Maybe he walks in and sees her crying. It could be after the events of part 3, like a year after that.

SAFE PLACE - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : implied PTSD, reader implied to have been part of the Stardust Crusaders gang, kinda angsty but also very sweet, literally like one curse word, reader uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : hurt/comfort

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! This was so therapeutic to write. I feel like Jotaro’s love language being acts of service would make him the best sort of person to comfort someone who’s going through a rough time. He’s also pretty perceptive most of the time, and is never too overbearing. I hope you enjoy this! 💗💗

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The sniffles Jotaro heard the moment her mother ushered him in weren’t a figment of his imagination, that he was sure of. Without much to say, he’d gave a polite nod to the older woman, before pausing in his footsteps in the genkan.

“Is she…”

“I’m not so sure,” her mother sighed, “She asked for some time alone. I told her that whenever she felt she was ready, I’d listen,” she noticed the slightly hesitant look on the teenager’s face, and quickly reassured him, “But I’m sure she’ll like it if you were here.”

Slipping off his shoes, he still didn’t look entirely sure if seeing her right now was the right thing to do.

“Go. You’re her boyfriend,” at that, Jotaro could feel a mild flush climbing up his cheeks, “Besides, the time you spent together… well, I’m sure there are things you’ve shared that I couldn’t possibly understand.”

Though the woman’s smile was somewhat sad, that was all the encouragement he needed. Without further ado, he made his way down the corridors of the house and to what he’d now memorized as his girlfriend’s room.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, waiting a few seconds to check if there were any protests to that, before sliding the shoji and stepping into her room.

Or what remained of her room, that is. The entire place was in complete disarray, to the point where Jotaro could barely figure out how to walk up to her lumped form in the futon. With clothes strewn all over the floor, bottles of water toppled over in one corner of the room, a few half-eaten packets of snacks tossed to the side, and various other miscellaneous items haphazardly thrown in the midst of it all, it looked like a hurricane had trashed the normally-ridiculously-neat-and-organized room.

“What’s wrong?” his voice may have come out a little gruff, but he hoped that she knew he was anything but; that he simply wasn’t able to express his incredible concern.

A tremor ran through her body underneath the futon covers, and he felt a pang in his chest at the sight. Crouching down, he gently placed a scarred hand against the mess of hair that popped out. He didn’t say anything, simply resorting to crossing his legs underneath him and sitting patiently by her side. And perhaps it was that patience and silence that urged her to finally pull back the covers completely and slowly sit up straight on wobbly arms.

Jotaro clicked his tongue. “Good grief, you look like a mess.” His tone was anything but unkind, however, and the barely-perceptible quirk of his lips showed that he only meant to tease and not upset her any further. But really, he did have a point. Her skin was blotchy, no doubt because of the tears that left evident tracks on her cheeks, and her eyes were swollen underneath the unbrushed hair that fell over. Still, fondness surged in his heart at the sight.

It seemed like she wasn’t in the mood for any replies at the moment. She only dragged her feet up to hug her knees to her chest, and Jotaro couldn’t help but inch closer to her—not close enough to be cuddling her into his side, but close enough to reassure her that his presence was one she could rely on. She could always fall back onto him.

“Go wash your face,” he placed a hand ontop of her head, patting as gently as he could, “I’ll still be here.”

With a very slow nod, she pushed herself up and trudged away to the bathroom next door. By the time she came back relatively fresh-faced (or as fresh-faced as one could be when visibly distraught), Jotaro had already folded the majority of the clean clothes and set them ontop of her chest of drawers, while the clothes that needed cleaning were set aside in a big lump.

An obvious look of guilt crossed her face. “You didn’t have to,” she managed to croak out, voice clearly unused.

“Wasn’t much.” Jotaro patted down the space next to him on the now-made futon, and she had no qualms to taking up the seat and carefully leaning into him. He was startled for a moment, but then relaxed as her shoulder rested against his chest and her legs flopped ontop of his. His arm tentatively wrapped around her, not quite sure if what he was doing was the right thing, but nevertheless hating the idea of being of no help to her.

For a few moments, they relished the silence of having no words exchanged. Perhaps it was just his presence that made her feel all the more calmer, or perhaps it was the fact that the weight of him was so reassuring against her. For whatever reason, he could feel her visibly melt into him, her eyes fluttering shut as she did.

It was her who broke the silence next, softly murmuring, “I had a nightmare. I dreamt… of him. And that night.”

Words eluded Jotaro, and he didn’t know what to say in response to that. He only gently squeezed her arm, encouraging her to speak what was on her mind.

“And not just him. Of all the things we’d seen. All that’s happened,” she swallowed thickly, “All we’d lost. It got… too much. I hate thinking of it, least of all at night, when,” she trembled in his arms, “When I can’t stop it.” She turned her face, her eyes open now but shiny with the tears she seemed to be holding back, before asking, “Does that happen to you too?”

“What does?”

“Dreaming of our trip. The nightmares,” she said, her gaze falling back to her hands twisting in her lap, “The ache that settles in afterwards.”

And though he was certainly much larger than she was, at that moment Jotaro felt incredibly small. He grunted, and answered without a single beat of hesitation, “All the time.”

A surprised look made its way onto her face, and she quickly looked back up at him. “I never thought…”

He shrugged, but didn’t say anything. It was easy to understand though; he simply found no need to make it known. After all, who would understand the horrors of what they’d seen as 17 year-olds? His mother certainly wouldn’t, and the shame that crept up his back every time she offered more of her kindness stopped him from even talking to her. His grandfather would only monologue and turn into into some sort of lesson they’d learned, and it would only serve to dig deeper into his skin. And Polnareff was as busy as ever, with his own set of burdens that more often than not remained all the way across the globe.

Then there was her. Though he’d never speak it into existence, he loved and cared for her immensely. More than he’d care to admit, he hated the thought of worrying her. They might’ve been a couple who could share anything, but he’d much rather shoulder her pain and his than make her more miserable than she already was.

“I hate it when you do that,” she said, a frown on her face.

He looked confused as he asked, “Do what?”

“When you keep things to yourself and think that it’s for my sake,” she sighed, “It only makes me worry more. I want to hear everything from you.”

“Ah,” Jotaro sharply inhaled, having not seen this coming. He hadn’t thought she’d feel this way about it. Amusement seeped through his words when he spoke, “Given the current situation, I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

Flushing red down to her neck, she scowled, which only made his chest feel lighter.

“Asshole,” she grumbled, though there was no malice in the insult—and even if there were, her actions would’ve completely contradicted it, with the way she turned around to fully plant her face into his warm chest. Just having her like this made him feel equal parts flustered and at ease.

One hand began smoothing down loose strands of her hair, while the other hugged her closer to him. If he could serve as some sort of distraction for her, he was more than happy to take up the job. Maybe some small part of him even longed to be held like this; to seek salvation in each other. Maybe that mutual understanding they had was something he wanted to selfishly indulge in.

And maybe, just maybe, that was perfectly alright. He’ll hold her, cracks and all, and she’ll have him, splinters and all. For the time being, Jotaro will be satisfied with holding his girlfriend and secretly hoping that she wouldn’t comment on the way his lips instinctively found the top of her head and left a chaste kiss. That wasn’t too selfish of him, was it?

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[casscreative]

“It’s nothing like that,” Kakyoin spits, and Jotaro jerks his gaze to him, brows furrowed. “My scarf just got ripped by that damn bastard.”

Joseph blinks, rising from his defensive position. “Oh. Uhm. I’m sorry. I can take a look at it tomorrow if you want?”

Kakyoin scoffs quietly. “Do you just have sewing materials on hand?”

Joseph falters then. “I…hm. I actually would, but with our supplies being lost with the camels…”

Kakyoin sighs gruffly, on the edge of coming out like a growl. “Then don’t- don’t worry about it.” His voice is stiff.

-

After the fight with The Sun, Kakyoin bitches about his scarf being ripped, and Jotaro decides to mend it.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45867526

[shanniees]

ׄ ๓ ִ ׄ ♪ ִ Jotaro Kujo ∥ Calidez

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Tú.

Siempre fuiste la felicidad de Jotaro, la luz de su vida, el nunca espero conocerte.

Piensa que no te merece, no merece tu amor hacia el, no merece esa risa tan hermosa que ilumina su vida tan oscura.

Pero el no puede soportar estar lejos de ti.

"Hmm...se siente cálido estar cerca de ti" Murmuró Jotaro aferrándose a tu abrazo, queriendo estar cerca de tu calidez. Te sentías sorprendida nunca habías escuchado a Jotaro decir esas palabras, siempre pensabas que el era un hombre cerrado al mundo, y su corazon fuera de hielo.

"..."

La primera vez que conociste a Jotaro fue hace mucho tiempo, el y tú erais unos niños inocentes del mundo cruel que os rodeaban, ajenos a la verdad alrededor de ustedes dos.

Conociste a Jotaro cuando tenías la edad de 7 años, caminabas felizmente después de salir del colegio, ibas al mismo colegio que Jotaro, pero, al pasar cerca del parque de juegos cerca del colegio viste a un niño pelinegro con ojos azules, lo reconociste en ese momento, era Jotaro, no sabías mucho de Jotaro, pero cuando lo viste ahi el solo sentado en el columpio te sentiste preocupada por el pequeño niño de tu edad.

Era simpatía, sentiste esa sensación dentro de ti por el pequeño, no tuviste otra elección que acercarte a el y preguntarle que le pasaba.

Al final lo que te dijo el pequeño Jotaro fue solo que se sentía molesto ya que lo habían molestado, desde ese día te hiciste amiga de Jotaro, siempre ustedes dos ibais juntos después de salir del colegio, conociste a su madre, Holly, es una mujer muy amable y simpática aunque nunca supiste del padre de Jotaro, solo sabías que su padre era un hombre ocupado.

Pasaron los años, tú y Jotaro ahora teníais 17 años, descubriste el stand de Jotaro: Star platinum, era muy increíble para tí, aunque tu no tenias uno, pero después de que te enteraste de lo que le paso a la madre de Jotaro, decidiste ayudar a Jotaro y al grupo a derrotar al malvado vampiro llamado Dio.

Después de la derrota del Vampiro, que lamentablemente murieron Kakyoin, Avdol y el perrito tan tierno que amabas mucho, Iggy, terminaste casándose con Jotaro y teniendo una hija con el, Jolyne.

Eres el mundo para Jotaro, el nunca podría soportar perderte.

Eres la calidez de su vida.

[surprisingmarch]

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[spilledbugjuice]

Hi this is my first post on this account but this is fattestjotarosimp that’s what I was known as originally but now I’m spilledbugjuice this it’s an old story and I’m just reposting but let me know if you want more! Btw this was a request from someone I don’t remember who I did it for but enjoy!

It was a Friday, you get home from work early on Fridays because it's the end of the week, you entered your house, dim, chill, with a small stream of light coming through the slit in the curtains of the window in the living room, no lights were on besides one, through the crack of a door in the hall, you saw a dim yellow streak of light on the wall in front of the door.

 the lamp was on in Jotaro's office, you creaked his door open to see him with his head flat on his desk face first, you let out a small giggle, as you walked towards him "sleepyhead" you whispered in his ear trying not to wake him too much but enough to let him hear you.

 After some time with your arms on his shoulders behind his chair you shook him gently to wake him up, jotaro groaned and lifted his head rubbing his eye not very sure what was going on, "jeez you're overworking yourself" you quietly said to him as he was just still waking up.

 Jotaro fully lifted his head and stretched he turned around and you softly smiled at him, he complained he was hungry and got up to go to the fridge, you stopped him because you said you wanted to cook for him. 

His expression softened and his eyes widened since he hasn't eaten your cooking for a while, he said he wanted to help too but you told him to just rest " haven't I been" jotaro exclaimed, you giggled again and pulled him to the kitchen letting out a calm sigh.

 Jotaro came up with a plan and food to cook waiting for him to decide so you could get the stove and pots/pans ready, he finally decided on miso soup because his mom always made it for him. 

(I didn't know what to put lol) You got the ingredients and made the broth while jotaro chopped the ingredients and put them in the pot he felt happy spending quality time with you, you handed him the green onions and he chopped them up and put them in the pot as well as every other ingredient you handed him.

 Finally, after when felt like an eternity you were finally done, you set the table and gave thanks before eating the delicious food you and jotaro had made "we make good cooks together" jotaro said to you in a cool tone you felt excited to finally be eating a proper meal with him "it's nice every once in a while" you whispered softly.

 After finishing up jotaro came close to you and softly kissed you softly "thanks sweety" he said, you felt a strong burst of emotions after he called you a name, he hasn't called you in months, you felt so happy, flustered face, shaking legs you basically just melted into your chair as jotaro walked into the bedroom. 

you were getting ready for bed you brushed your hair and your teeth and washed your face.

you changed into comfortable clothes and jotaro did too, crawling into bed patting beside him asking you to come up with him and cuddle with him, you quickly and impatiently curled up with him "(y/n) ...I-I love you)" he said landing a small kiss on your forehead, those words worked like magic on you.

 both of you were married for around two years now but jotaro never treated you with so much care, you were surprised, those words still made your face heat up and your heartbeat speed up, the way he held you in his arms, his soft lips that kissed you, his beautiful ocean like eyes that struck deep, just his comforting presence was enough to sooth you.

at this moment, you felt more than content.

"jotaro...I love you too"

 he squeezed you tighter in his warm arms, but in a calming gentle way, you wanted it to last forever you felt so happy with him, he was so comforting you couldn't help but soon drift off to sleep in soft, warm, and comforting embrace 

"content"

I nearly cried writing this why?? why can't he be real?? :'(