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if you do headcannons or something can you write stardust crusaders (separately) with a reader who is like always cold even though on the journey or whatever they do go to egypt smh.. but still !!! unless it hot out reader is probably shivering xD thank you :3
Why of course!! It gave me a lot of ideas from the start, also was very fun to write :D I added some scenarios for each one of the Crusaders, I hope it's ok! And sorry it took so long, I wanted to extend it as much as I could and had a rough time in school. Hope you like it :D
Stardust Crusaders x gn reader who's always cold (headcanons)
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
you know he's going to tease you about it if he saw you rubbing your hands together in the first place
if you were to tease him back with touching his skin with those cold hands of yours, he would complain about it a lot and jump up because of it
but he would adore it and actually at some point would be thankful, because his skin makes it hard to be out in the sun for so long, that's why feeling something cold against it is like a relief to him
but that's not it!! let's be honest, he's a romantic guy, energetic, open, extroverted, what do you think he would do if he saw how cold you were? especially at night in the desert which can be a bit cold sometime
of course he would catch your hand in his and perhaps kiss it gently to help you get some warm, he knows his ways in flirting so that's no problem for him, he does actually enjoy it and would express it publicly with absolutely no hesistation, he would see this as the best opportunity to hit on you after all
Polpol's the type of guy to bring you closer to himself if he could and embrace you with those strong arms of his, would it be romantically or platonic, doesn't matter, he likes to express his feelings with physical touch
if he wants to help you, he will, especially when you're cold, he finds your shivering a bit odd but does believe it to be a special trait of yours you know?
as I was saying above, he loves to tease you about it, he'd say some things similar to "how can you be so cold and yet so hot?" OF COURSE NOT EXACTLY LIKE THAT JEHAKJD but he would use some silly punchlines to get you flustered if possible, he's determined enough to try it. so be aware.
he would totally compare you to him, how you're always cold and he's always warm, he would complain about being too sensitive to the sun
I think he would totally not only kiss your hands but also rub your arms, or legs if he got your consent, as far as you're comfortable with it, he's okay with anything, and oh boy is he creative
do you remember the scarf he had in The Sun chapters? I'm 100% sure he'd let you borrow it any time you need it, of course needing it back after some time because his skin would hurt if exposed to sun for too long, but he would give it to you anyway
have I mentioned that he likes your hugs in the desert? it's so refreshing and not only a relief to his own body (since it is probably cold compared to his body temperature), but also to his mind, I believe he missed hugging someone, like actually hugging, no side hugs, no other things like that - an actual hug, bonus if it's from you
Jean-Pierre couldn't sleep that night, something about the area in the desert seemed a bit too calm to his liking. Even if he is a lively person to have a conversation with, having this much space and peace at the same time was a bit weird. He himself doesn't know why, but therefore he decided to keep an eye out in case someone tried to attack you in your sleep (like death 13 but he doesn't remember anything at all).
What he didn't know was the fact that you were also awake, but thoughtful in the head. You were deeply focused on something else, anything that would keep your head from reminding you of how cold you were at this moment. The Crusaders hadn't light up the fire again to keep themselves warm since waking up in the double heat would be a nuisance. But mainly they had in mind that making themselves known to any other enemies would also be a terrible idea if they wanted to sleep peacefully for once while on this trip.
Being lost in thought, you hadn't noticed how the Frenchman noticed you being awake, but what caught his attention was the fact that you were trembling from cold. When he sat up in his sleeping bag he started to somehow shake his hands in your direction to catch your attention - being careful as to not wake up Jotaro that slept next to him. Waving his hands didn't work so he did a "pssst" in your direction still keeping his hands in the air.
When you finally noticed him being awake, you were surprised but also happy that you could get your head out of that unbearable cold. Conversations with Jean-Pierre were always lively and full of nothing and yet everything. So you waved back and smiled a bit. What you didn't expect him to do was try to stand up quietly while looking at Kujo that was sleeping to his right, as if afraid of making the gruff man wake up - but you knew he just cared about him getting some rest. That's how he was. You missed to notice how in some seconds he was standing next to you and sat immediately on the sand next to your sleeping bag.
"Didn't know you'd ever wake up, you snored really loudly" you admitted. Of course it was only to tease him, you meant no harm after all. You were a bit tired which lead you to be a but more open however bizarre that may sound.
"What? excusez-moi? Me - snoring? You must have confused me with Mr. Joestar. There is no waaay in hell that I would ever snore!" he whisper yelled at you for accusing him of doing so. He was really open towards you, which also made your relationship a bit more interesting. His personality also made you to open up a bit and both of you knew and cherished that thought.
After a couple of minutes of constant talking, teasing and joking around, there fell a comforting silence. You both knew how your destinies lined up and made you two risk your life on this trip. It was worth it for Holly's sake but thinking about it back - having thoughts about what could happen next were making your whole body to feel the cold again. He did notice it in fact, took your hands in his and gently brought them to his lips. This gesture indeed made your heart skip a beat or two, same goes to him. He started blowing some warm air at your now cold hands.
You two sat like this for a couple of minutes, him caressing your cold hands and trying to keep you warm. And you appreciating how he seemed rather calm while doing so, somehow those minutes you two shared were very intimate. There was something about the way he held you close that made you feel peace in your soul. His actions caused you to become sleepier than before, unsurprisingly his gesture didn't warm your body fully, but it did warm your heart. You put your hands around his frame and listened to his - rather fast - heartbeat, similar to yours.
Somehow that night wasn't as bothersome as before, you were still cold, yes, but being so close to someone like the Frenchman himself made you realise that you did need it. Some comfort from one another. Later on you closed your eyes, the only thoughts that were occupying your head were about Polpol and the way he made your heart feel much warmer than it ever has.
Jotaro Kujo
he may not show it, but he's the first one to notice you trembling from the cold
it would be confusing for him because we all know how them Joestar genes work (all warm-blooded..), but apart from that, I'm sure he just doesn't understand how you can be cold in Egypt while the temperature can reach even 50°C
he doesn't judge you for it, in fact he doesn't think much about it - having other thoughts lingering in his brain. he must stay focused in case someone would ambush you randomly
but when he had an opportunity to relax and let his guard down for a second he would look at you intensely, wondering why are you always so cold
he couldn't help the compassion he held towards you, what if you were to faint? they wouldn't have you in their group now that you don't have enough energy to fight
he was overthinking it, yes, how could he not? he cared for every one in the group, he never did show it and God forbid it if he tried but he felt a connection with everyone. Jotaro thought that he will risk his life for them, the same way they are risking it for him and his mother
seeing you being so cold made him realise how vulnerable that made you look, that even reminded him of times before he was around the age of 12 and his mum always prepared some warm tasty dishes, she knows what are his favourite things to eat, that's one of many reasons why he loved her dearly and wished to protect her life at all cost
he would ask you if you're cold, would try to keep you closer just in case to even make you feel like you're suffocating in his presence, but he means no harm - all he wants is to make sure you're not a target and that you're quite warmer by his body heat even if you two don't touch directly (he likes his personal space and respects yours quite a lot!)
if you'd be shivering in a car and you'd be seated next to him, expect to be squished between him and someone else or the window
if he felt calm and open, he could lean on your shoulder a bit (shoulder-shoulder contact) to perhaps make you feel better, but he had to feel pretty bold to do so, after all he is a shy teenager inside so being this open with someone could be new to him
he can't do much to help you feel warmer though, most of the time he'll try to ignore it or try and help you just a tiny bit, he wouldn't be this bold like Polnareff to hold your hands and kiss them - he's not that type of a guy
but it doesn't mean he doesn't care, if the Crusaders are having breakfast he would make you a cup of tea, or coffee, whatever he finds useful (and ofc after he notices that you like a certain drink) and would put it by your plate - not admitting that he made it himself
he knows others would do it for themselves if needed but if you just never did it or weren't fond of it anyway - be prepared for random cups appearing by your seat from time to time (mostly if he's also making himself a cup of hot drink, or when making one more cup for you becomes a routine for him, he would do it more occasionally)
Jotaro who sat next to you in a car noticed how you were literally hugging yourself or hushing some warm breaths at your hands. He was very perceptive, everyone knew that especially after getting to know him a bit better. Nothing could ever cross his eyes without having itself known in that brain of his that everything was important, even the smallest possible details.
The young man himself didn't think much about it, nor did he give a damn - at least that's what he wanted to believe to keep up his tough guy act. After you whispered under your nose that you're feeling much colder than ever (probably because of car ventilation to keep everyone else's body temperature at average level), he couldn't help it and simply moved closer to touch your shoulder with his.
This gesture made you look up at him in confusion, but all he did was stare at the rode ahead. Not only was it because he was showing you that in fact he did care, but also wanting to avoid your curious gaze. But somehow being so close to you brought some comfort even to him, even if it was that small of a touch, simply touching shoulders. No matter how small the gesture may be - he found it comforting. Same goes to you.
You didn't fail to notice how he was looking at you trying to keep yourself warm, he didn't hide his sight while doing so, that's why you have noticed it easily. You put your head on his arm and brought yourself even closer to him, you were literally sitting under his elbow but he didn't mind it, although it wasn't as comfy as one could think. That lead Jotaro to straighten his arm and put it by your side, literally caging you with his left arm, since you were sitting exactly by his left. He didn't say anything even if it was quite embarrassing. All he did after that was fix his hat with his right hand and mumble a simple "yare yare" after you sat even closer to him - which also made the corners of his lips lift up a bit that went unnoticed by you.
But not by anyone else riding the same car as you two.
Mohammed Avdol
please, he would totally be the most helpful guy to help you with coldness of all the Crusaders, not only is he wearing a long coat that keeps his body temperature at a decent level (which makes him seem more warm than he normally appears to be from his character), but also his stand - as we all know - literally controls fire!
he'd gladly be your heater if you asked him about it, but if you haven't, he would tell you openly that he saw you shivering with cold, that might be the reason why he used his stand to warm your back, he would apologise for doing so before asking if you're comfortable with it, but either way who wouldn't appreciate such gesture?
if you were in a group, he could lend you his golden accessories that got heated up in the hot weather (or the power of his stand), for example his huge bracelets! they are probably heavy but they'd also bring you relief in feeling a bit better, especially since they would touch your skin directly
talking about accessories or clothing, if you were to be with him alone and he'd notice how cold you are, I'm sure he would put his coat around your shoulders, making you drown in it (not literally but you get the idea)
oh yeah coming back to Magician's Red, I believe Momo would use him to make small flames around your figure, going round and round until you're heated up completely so you can finally feel at ease, it's also fun to watch how tiny flames circle you - but what about the experience? if I were in your shoes I would probably melt under his stand's power
he wouldn't use this technique all the time tough, it is energy consuming and he has to keep as much as he can to be able to protect himself or others in a situation when you meet yet another stand user who works for Dio.. especially if we're talking about that time after he returned to the crusaders while having his back stabbed and head wounded, it would be a bit better to save that energy for later..
Avdol has a great memory, so if you were to tell him about constantly feeling cold, you better expect from him to always be near you and looking in your direction to make sure that you're doing okay, other crusaders would also have his eyes on themselves - for everyone's sake and the feeling of being united in a group, as if there was something keeping you connected and I'm not only speaking about stands, just the feeling of home that the Crusaders bring itself is a great reason as to why he'd love to protect this feeling
your hands would never be cold again in his grip, he would hold your hands together, would it be a platonic or romantic gesture - it doesn't matter - he would talk with the others and keep making you feel warm at the same time even without the power of his stand (his warm hands, gestures and his whole personality makes you warmer on the inside, he just gives off that comforting vibes, similar to sitting by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate in hand while it's snowing outside..)
Mohammed was simply looking at the crusaders having a rather lively conversation full of funny jokes and laughs. He did add something himself from time to time, a fun comment or a tease that focused on Polnareff and his charisma (of course just to make him a bit annoyed in a friendly way, not to make him get angry and leave like it happened before in a restaurant).
His smile was visible on his lips when he looked back at you. Seeing you visibly tremble from cold made his smile be quite gentler than before. He sat closer to you and put his hand around your back, as if he was lying down and leaning on his arm to keep balance. In fact by doing so he was able to use his stand more secretly, Magician's Red invisible hands were put on your back which in return made you smile and look his way, thanking him quietly before also listening to the crusaders and adding your own opinions in the conversation.
Thankfully no one seemed to notice that gesture, at least not the Frenchman who if were to notice it - would complain about you getting some special treatment, he would be rambling about it being unfair. He is cold himself but Avdol knows he'll be doing alright when he's asleep, he wouldn't even think about being cold again because of the hearth that's lit for the afternoon, when it's truly getting colder in the desert.
The Crusaders can't lit the fire because they have to stay hidden, that's what makes these nights terrible to survive in. It's bearable till some time, but what if it's yet another day? Bigger men would be doing alright but what about you? You're not as buff as everyone else (at least they could think that way because of your character). Aaaaand he had in mind that making Polnareff annoyed was pretty fun to watch, especially since he was causing it. All of them would laugh together at the end, never mind the circumstances.
The night went on and on, all of you talking about what tomorrow would bring and making plans to help you be prepared for yet another day at this life and death journey. After an hour or two you guys decided to finally rest, that was when everyone put their sleeping bags near you and Avdol to be much warmer at night. Since he already was by your side, they decided that it's a great idea to squeeze in. He decided to use his stand at his lowest to at least keep them warmer at night.
It was a tight and uncomfortable night, but everyone could sleep, or at least rest for some time in a somehow warm place. You got the most of the heat Momo created and slept peacefully, having been finally put at ease, you let yourself drift off and fall asleep in an embrace of warmness and safety provided by him and the Crusaders together.
Kakyoin Noriaki
I believe his politeness would make him ask you if you're feeling cold, even if it's really obvious, he'd rather know than suspect things and get the wrong idea
he could tease you about it, the teenager he is, but it depends on your relationship with him, ofc he wouldn't do it like Polnareff! (I think he'd just say stuff that isn't mean much, it'd be just a free comment being thrown here and there)
if you're rather close, he would tease you about it, however he wouldn't do much more because what else is there that he could possibly do for you? he cares but all he can do is offer you a hug which may sound disappointing but trust me, it's not
he'd make you forget about being cold by talking with you about various topics that both of you enjoy talking about! or he would make you talk a lot about things you love the most to helo you become excited while talking about it, it'll for sure make you warmer or at least will help you forget about it
if you're feeling cold when it's about 25°C outside, he would give you his school's uniform, he doesn't need to have his body hidden so it's no problem, especially since his white shirt keeps the sunlight away from him, it's also much easier to function like this somehow
aaand it's beneficial for both of you, he doesn't have to carry it so his hands are ready to take part in sudden action if needed and you can feel somehow warmer thanks to the jacket he lent you, he does like the color green on you btw! he's an artist so seeing something that fits together (even in the most bizarre way) is pleasing to his eyes
oh! he would totally talk to you about it to make you forget the cold, colour theory? is his favourite. anatomy? he's still learning. nature landscapes? you know he has a lot of sketches somewhere nearby, never mind if you know a certain topic or not, he will explain it to you the best way he can
but apart from talking or lending you his jacket, I think he would run his hands on your shoulders to make you a bit warmer, he wouldn't do it openly for everyone else to see because he's too shy to do anything else, he's an introvert after all so taking the lead isn't really his thing, he tries but in his own ways!
although he would joke around a bit, he isn't as stoic as Jotaro, he's much more relaxed and easy going by those who are dear to him, and it so happened to be the Crusaders.. I'm sure he'd love to keep everyone together after the whole trip is over, that's why he is caring
I imagine him telling Mr. Joestar about you being cold or even Avdol, he'd ask if there's anything they can do because that cold could make you lose your focus on the mission at hand and he'd like it if you were focused on a specific subject - especially since it can lead to really enormous consequences
but it's not just the mission itself, saving Ms. Holly is important, yes, of course it is, however he can't help the urge to make you warmer especially since it's not the biggest of deals you know? I mean, it's bearable but it does make you lose your focus so even if there's not much he can do, he would like to help and does so to the maximum of his capabilities
Noriaki sat next to you while you were waiting for Polnareff to finally come down so all of you could finally eat well deserved breakfast. You were sitting on a small part of the wall, more like the broken part of it and waited patiently for your team mates who were probably dragging the Frenchman out of bed by force. That's what you both thought at least.
"I wonder how is he even functioning as a human being" - Kakyoin said out loud what was on his mind and that caused you to smirk a bit.
"What do you mean? Don't tell me you had never slept until noon" you told him after sighing a bit and later on puffing some warm air from your mouth at your now cold hands. It was quite chilly for you, and since you've woken up not so long ago - it was really noticable.
"I have school dear Y/N, I'm much more responsible than him, that's for sure" of course whatever he said about the Frenchman wasn't meant to be hurtful nor insulting. But he did think his face looked somewhat punchable, if he were to cross a certain line - the redhead teenager wouldn't even try to stop himself (of course as long as it wasn't that bad, like that time when he elbowed Polnareff in the face, it was for his own good so Noriaki probably found nothing wrong in giving him a small lesson, which in the end turned out to be quite successful). "aand we are slowly running out of time so he better get his ass down here so we can get a move on.." he then added a bit quieter.
You chuckled at his remark, especially since it's been about a month since he was last seen in school. However, that made you realise how good of a student he must have been. He did have a passion for video games which was quite confusing each time he said something about his grades being a little above average. But it was to be respected, after all he's just a human - he is allowed to have hobbies other than art.
You sighed once again after hearing his last statement, you hated the fact that he was right at this point. After all being on a run literally every day for 34 days is a huge thing to accomplish, full of stress, anxiousness, dangers waiting around every corner and that damn cold that never left your side even while on a trip to Egypt.
He did notice the way you basically hugged yourself, trying to keep your hands and body warm for the day. "Are you perhaps cold? You're shaking" was the question he asked followed by a statement after a full minute of silence. You nodded your head slightly - there was no point in lying to him since it was already very visible from your posture.
He handed you his jacket and started randomly speaking about the game that was supposed to come out the next year, as far as he knows. You didn't even get the chance to thank him. Therefore somehow he made you talk your heart out about your other hobbies, which somehow lead to you talking about your favourite genre of music. While waiting for the Crusaders all you two did was talk about many topics at once, but it was surprisingly nice, even if it was quite chaotic. You've learned that his favourite singer is Sting, it may be a bit further away from your favourites but still it was pleasant to talk about it.
After a couple of minutes talking with Noriaki, Mr. Joestar, Avdol, Jotaro and Polnareff came out of the building looking at you two wondering if you're ok since they've left you for quite some minutes (after making sure you're ok they started talking about what to order and where to even start!). Better safe than sorry as they say.
You totally forgot how cold you were before, but now that you reminded yourself of it, somehow your smile threw that thought away. You were happy to be with them, it's an honour to fight by their side after all. Smiling to yourself you hugged the jacket to yourself and followed the group of men wondering what you should order to eat for breakfast.
Joseph Joestar
I believe him to be a really open and somehow simple-minded man, totally would give you a side hug and rub your arms aggressively (regardless of his strength) which could be a bit unpleasant, but is also really sweet
but I think he wouldn't even notice that you're cold if you didn't tell him yourself in the first place
will tease you about it, y'all know it
Joseph is the type of a guy to joke around like a lot even for his age, his personality would brings a lot of comfort which is equal to the warmth he gives with his character - will make you warm from embarrassment if we're being honest, ofc if he's capable of doing so
if not, he would find another way to warm your shivering body - he's creative and smart so it's natural for him to come up with bizarre ideas that a normal human being wouldn't even think of doing
also he had that one long coat with him on this trip, since it was rarely used because he didn't get cold quickly, he would give it to you, wouldn't even take it back once given to you
however he would take it from you once the trip is over and everything is at least a bit better, or he'd remind you about it after some time
I'm not sure what else he could do honestly, if he were to be thoughtful enough and feel sorry for you being so cold, hamon is a thing
that old guy could use it to warm you up a bit, your whole system would feel finally warmer - although it has to be a weird.. feeling, you know.. such energy to rush through your body in that short time? It could be shocking but God would it be helpful
he wouldn't use it much because of no training, he's out of practice and is a bit rusty, but once he did it would be trully relieving
he compared to Jotaro is much more touchy, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a big 'ol hug and try to put a smile on your face
Joseph Joestar, known as the loudest family member of the Joestar family, but with a heart that could melt every mountain if he were to be interested in doing so. Of course every Joestar has their own abilities and different ways of thinking. Caring, strong, protective, and so on. They held a special place for those who were worthy of their trust.
You could say that exqctly this thought lead to you being squished in a tight embrace that the man himself gave you. Kakyoin told him you were shivering a bit too much to his liking, so both of them were worried about you, especially since you were on the desert. It was starting to get warmer and the temperature seemed to rise with every passing second, that's why it seemed so bizarre to them.
Joseph offered to give you a ride on a camel since they didn't have any more than 4 at that time. The Crusaders were discussing about keeping watch for any enemies that could cause you trouble. You relaxed in his touch because the tiredness after using your stand's abilities too much made you really vulnerable for any attacks, Joseph wanted to keep an eye on you himself, that's why you ended up like this.
You did feel like your muscles were relaxing and finally getting rid of the tension caused mostly by stress and the cold you felt. The old man used his body heat to keep you warm, it did help a bit but still wasn't enough. You just wished to lie in bed being wrapped in a blanket and drinking some warm drinks while it's even colder outside. You would have though that you'll be wrapped in his arms while being in a desert. It's not what you did expect, but it still felt a bit nicer than being alone.
The older Joestar laughed at your reaction and patted your head while telling Jotaro to look around with Star Platinum. You simply shrugged at his reaction but smiled nonetheless because of the vibrations you heard in his chest when he chuckled. The temperature on the desert was increasing non-stop, which was becoming unbearable even to your cold self.
What the Crusaders didn't know was that it's going to keep on going up trying to burn them alive.
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Iggy
no one expected this dog for sure hehe
I imagined that when you sat next to him and told him that you're cold, he would totally ignore you and pay you no mind
but! he will notice you once you put your hands on his back or any other body part
he would instantly feel the coldness of your hands and jump away from you while growling, that gesture didn't please him at all
after that he'd ignore you for the rest of the trip and will hold a grudge against you till the very end (unless it's needed, like with Polnareff vs Vanilla Ice chapters, he'd help you of course, ready to risk his life for you)
Iggy just doesn't like cold hands :(
Alr you guys, I'm opening request box! feel free to ask for anything that's mostly Jojo related :D
I will probably write for characters from Stardust Crusaders, but I don't mind writing for other one of your favourites, something platonic or romantic, whatever you wish!
Self shipping is always welcome! I won't reply to everything though, so I apologise for that :( but I'm open for your suggestions! I'd rather keep it family friendly in here but who knows 👀
Feel free to request and I'll see what I can do!
"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!
here’s some art I’ve made for my jotawife playlist on Spotify! here’s the link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74mulVdwWP8zhYP3wkpm3h?si=536aff6e1f2447d0 feel free to listen to it. I won’t be posting much, just wanted to share this piece with you guys :)
Never Meant
Warnings: angst, swearing
When Joseph Joestar had sent you a letter after your graduation you were beyond confused. You hadn’t heard from the old man in nearly a decade and here he was offering you a job at the Speedwagon Foundation. You had accepted, of course, grateful for such an amazing opportunity, and an excuse to see more of Dark Lady.
Several years later you had been the first on the Speedwagon team to be sent to Morioh to investigate the disappearances in the area. You had been told it was a quaint town, so you had chalked most of them up to runaways before you had even gotten there, but as soon as you had it became apparent that there were many stand users around. The whole atmosphere seemed to vibrate, making the hair on your neck stand on end.
You hadn’t been on such high alert since Egypt.
You then began your work of making the locals like you. It wasn’t really hard, just a few complements here and some extra grace there and just like that it seemed everyone liked you.
After being there only a week you received a letter from the Speedwagon Foundation, informing you that Joseph had a son in the area and that you were to keep an eye on him. Protect him. At least until Joseph could get there. It always seemed that whenever you found peace, the world threw another Joestar on your plate.
But you went, knocking on the door of the address you were given and waiting for a response. A younger woman opens the door and you explain that you’re there on Joseph’s behalf. She gives you a nasty look and tries to slam the door in your face. You jam the door with your foot and let yourself in.
She opens her mouth to scream and you give her a look that makes her rethink it immediately.
“Listen, Tomoko, I’m not Joseph’s wife, and I’m not his mistress. I’m just a friend and I don’t care if you fucked the old bastard. I’m just here to protect your boy from whatever’s going on around here, okay? I’m on your side.”
She nods and gestures to the couch, sitting beside you and calling out for, who you assume, is Joseph’s secret child.
You’re most surprised by how young he is. A teenager, definitely no older than sixteen. That meant he was born a few years before you had met Joseph. You weren’t surprised that he was still able to get around then, he was undeniably handsome, just not really your type.
Tomoko introduces you to her son, Josuke, and you nod, wordlessly getting up and pushing the left sleeve of his t-shirt up, revealing the star-shaped birthmark. You nod to yourself and shake his hand, finally introducing yourself.
Out of curiosity you bring Dark Lady forward and make her sit beside you, tail curled around her feet, her head resting on your thigh. The boy’s eyes widen and he backs away a couple steps.
“I see,” you hum, allowing your stand to return to wherever she goes when she’s not with you. You liked to think that all stands went to the same place when they weren’t aiding their masters, and that she and Star Platinum still shared space somewhere. Maybe Hierophant Green was there as well. One could only hope.
You return to your seat and explain the situation to the both of them, omitting certain parts that you would later tell Josuke in private, as not to make Tomoko think you were insane. You also informed them that the Foundation was sending you a second set of eyes to aid you on your mission, and that they would arrive in a couple days.
Josuke had suggested you go to his friends house to speak away from his mother. It was there that you had explained Dark Lady, and his own stand, who he called Crazy Diamond, to him. You had also told him that his father was coming to visit, and while he wouldn’t be forced to see him, he was more than welcome to join you in picking him up.
When the boat arrived a couple days later, Josuke had decided to join you after all, so it was there that you saw Joseph for the first time in twelve years. The first thing you noticed was how absolutely decrepit he was, so naturally you commented on it, telling him how shitty he looked, earning you a swift whack from his cane.
After your vision had stopped swimming, you looked around, knowing that your partner was going to be the one escorting Joseph. A broad white-clad chest was what was before you, so you followed the figure and were surprised to be met with a more than familiar set of teal eyes.
Of course. Joseph hadn’t known of how deeply involved you were with his grandson, and you doubted Jotaro had told him. From what you could tell, Joseph had just picked people he trusted that he knew got along.
You had heard that Polnareff was severely injured in a mission the previous year, rendering him unable to go back into the field. It wouldn’t be long before the old man died, leaving just the three of you. Just more reminders of how thinly stretched the original crusaders were now.
You decide to save the greetings you had for Jotaro for later, focusing on helping Joseph, and making sure he got an earful for cheating on Suzie, though it probably only ended up being about half an earful as deaf as he seemed to be these days.
After a long day of that bullshit, you returned to the Hotel Morioh and locked yourself in your room to ponder your mortality and insignificant place in this world. You doctor had told you it wasn’t a great thing to do, but if you pushed it away too much then it would all crash down on you and leave you unable to function for two days.
A knock at your door draws your attention and you gladly answer it. It’s Jojo. God how you’d missed him. You throw your arms around his massive torso and squeeze him. He returns the gesture, pressing you into his warm body, where you revel in his scent once again.
“Long time no see,” he mumbles when you finally part.
“No kidding,” you chuckle, gesturing for him to make himself at home as you lock the door behind him.
“I’ve missed you terribly,” he states, standing at the window, looking out at the waves crashing on the beach. “But it can’t be like last time. Not now anyways. I um, I got married a few years ago, and uh, we have a little girl. Jolyne. She’s uh, she’s six now.”
Six. He had a six year old and a wife waiting for him at home.
“Lucky man,” you murmur, a deep sinking sadness rising within you. You had been so caught up in your work you hadn’t even made an effort to settle down.
“What about you,” he questions, turning to face you.
“Oh, uh, nothing for me, really, just work. Always working.”
“I’m sorry,” Jotaro replies, coming to rest a hand on your shoulder.
“It’s fine. I'm still young. I have plenty of time to do something for myself.”
He sighs and drops his hand. “I hope so. I think my wife’s gonna leave me. I'm never home, and she doesn’t understand it’s to keep them safe. But honestly, I don’t think I’d mind. At least then I know they’d be safe, and maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad being gone if it was like that.”
Tears welled in your eyes at the idea of him being happy somewhere far away with someone else and before you can stop yourself the words fall from your mouth:
“Do you love her?”
Jotaro takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair.
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I do now, and I don’t know if I ever did. I thought I did when I met her, but the longer I’m away, the more I think about it, I wonder if I made the right decision.”
“I don’t care if you made the right decision, I asked if you loved her.”
“Not now. Not anymore. I love Jolyne, and I always will. I’ll do anything for her, but I don’t know if I can say the same for her mother.”
You nod in understanding, rubbing his shoulders, feeling them relax slightly under your touch.
“I should have waited. You would have understood better than she does. You understand how I act. It was stupid of me, to rush in, to give up. I’ve had so many opportunities to have what I wanted but I let them slip away. Sometimes I wonder if we’re just not meant to be us.”
“Us?”
He laughs sadly. “Yeah, Us, a singular thing. Us.”
“You need to leave,” you state suddenly, grabbing his arm and leading him towards the door.
“Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry.”
“No, Jotaro,” you shout, throwing the door open so hard the knob dents the wall despite the stopper. “That’s the fucking problem, you say everything I’ve ever wanted you to tell me at the worst possible time. You think it’s okay to just waltz into my room, after all we’ve been through, after all these years and tell me that you’ve married another woman? Do you know what it’s like to be me? How fucking alone I’ve been because you didn’t say this nine years ago?”
You lean against the wall, trying to calm your breathing so your heart rate will lower.
“Every night I dream of having what you just described to me with you. I want nothing more than to have a life with you instead of just around you.”
“Y/n, I'm sorry. I want to make this up to you somehow. Please.”
“I know how you can make this up to me. Finish this mission. Alone. If I never see another Joestar again it’ll be too soon, now get out.”
You look up for just a moment and see the pained expression on Jotaro’s face, and you look away quickly before you go crawling back to him. After he leaves you lock the door behind him and begin shoving your belongings into your suitcase, a strangled sob ripping from your throat as you strip down to your underwear and fall face first on the bed, crying into your pillow like you had after you had left him the first time. Maybe the two of you were just never meant.
Lovefool
Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope
A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-
“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.
You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.
It was in fact, not easy peasy.
The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.
When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”
When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.
“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.
“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.
“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”
You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.
Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘
Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.
You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.
He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.
You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.
You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”
He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.
The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.
He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.
Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”
Hello! I collabed with a fantastic tumblr user @wowzers-howzers and created an awesome fanfic! It’s a Rohan x Wife!Reader x Jotaro it gets rather smutty so prepare your brains and loins! The fic is on her account, we hope you enjoy!
okay, this is one of my favourite films I watched ever
I’ve finished
The temptation of making this wip a part where only the background is visible was so great (˙༥˙(👈
Here’s Ena as jotaro chat (I wanna do dream bbq art too so if this does well ig I’ll post that too)
during the smoke sesh our brooding silent friend said "forgive me master" before reducing the entire bowl to ashes in one hit and he didnt even cough
JOJO Magazine Spring 2022 cover feat. Jolyne and Jotaro drawn by Araki-sensei.
Released in honor of the series’ 35th anniversary, JOJO Magazine is a new publication for everyone who loves “Jojo.” Out March 19th 2022 in both print and digital. The issue features a new ‘Thus Spoke Rohan Kishibe’ one-shot, new short story, interview with Issey Takahashi, special feature on the Stone Ocean TV anime, and bonus sticker pack.
like father like daughter
“Stand Proud” vs “STONE OCEAN” Father and daughter parallel
𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜
