#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.”

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[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.

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“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.

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[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! ♡

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[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.

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[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.”

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[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.

#jojo jotaro #jotaro kujo #yandere #yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro kujo #reader #reader insert #jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro kujo x reader #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure #fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic #stardust crusaders #jjba 3 #obsessed #jjba x reader

[mrmariobun]

6 Character game for friends on Discord

#6 characters #sixfanarts #Sissel #Sprigatito #Jotaro Kujo #The Conductor #Hornet #Niko #Ghost Trick #Pokemon #JJBA #a hat in time #Hollow Knight #Silk Song #Oneshot #my art

[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

#jjba headcanons #jjba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba oneshots #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #josuke higashikata #jotaro kujo #okuyasu nijimura #koichi hirose #rohan kishibe #yukako yamagishi #mikitaka hazekura

[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.."

#jjba jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #coffeshop #oneshot #jjba #jotaro x reader

[annonniiiiieeeee]

omg ok one shot idea- domestic adult leosagi

not adult as in yknow cuz that’s weird i mean like literally them as adults just being flirty and cute and living together

It was late. Well late for some of them members of the household. Leo came out of one of the bedroom and wrapped his arms around Usagi collapsing into his husband.

“The twins take that much out of you?” Usagi teased him while wrapping his arms around him and kissing his cheek softly.

“You know our girls. Full of energy but I think their finally down.” Leo replied and he snuggled into Usagi’s neck.

Usagi hummed but decided to tease more. “And their asleep in their own beds?” He felt Leo tense against him. He knew it.

Leo pulled back and one of his hands went to rub the back of his neck. “Well Ume-chan’s been having bad dreams lately and Sakura-chan didn’t want her to be alone.” Usagi softened at both his husbands words and demeanor.

“Will they be okay for the night?” He asked worries for their daughters.

“Oh ya. But I’ll check in on them later just in case.” Leo reassured. “How’s Jotaro-chan?” He changed the subject as he didn’t want his husband to worry about the girls or his insomnia.

Usagi let it go with a sigh trusting his husband. He pulled him close again wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. “He’s sound asleep. He wanted to hear the story of how we met again.” Usagi smiled warmly at his husband.

Leo returned the smile, wrapping his arms around Usagi’s neck. “Really? How far did you make it into it this time?” It had been a running joke between them. Jotaro was three almost four, and he had become obsessed with finding out how his parents met and fell in love. He always insisted they tell him the story, even using his younger sisters as a way to prompt them to tell the story more. They always started in the same place though and were now seeing how long Jotaro and the girls would stay awake. So far the poor boy hadn’t made it passed the first time Leo woke up in Usagi’s world.

“You’ll be proud of him. Today we almost made it to your first pick up line.” Usagi said with a smirk.

Leo laughed but was quickly shushed by his husband who desperately didn’t want to wake their toddlers. Leo quited down but continued to giggle. “So he made it one line further then normal. I’m impressed.” The two shared a smile.

Leo sighed and pulled closer to Usagi resting his head against his. He started humming softly as he swayed them back and forth.

Usagi smiled and followed his husband’s lead. “What are you doing?” He asked fondly though he was well versed in Leo’s antics at this point.

Leo paused his humming to respond. “What? It’s been a long time since I got to dance with my husband.” Leo started up his humming again this time changing their swaying to a simple box step. Usagi followed without complaint.

“Funny I thought we danced all the time trying to get the twins to calm down?” Usagi couldn’t help but tease back though he was quite enjoying the quite moment with the love of his life.

“While I love the girls to death and will dance with them every chance I get, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to dance with just you.” Leo whispered quietly into his ear. Usagi paused their dancing to place a gentle kiss on Leo’s lips.

“Then all you had to do was ask my beloved.” And the two began to dance again.

#a world of samurais and ninjas #asks #leosagi #rise leo #awosan miyamoto usagi #oneshot #awosan ume #awosan sakura #awosan jotaro

[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!

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #comfort #small angst #jotaro kujo #oneshot

[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?

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[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

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[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.

#jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #stone ocean #x reader #oneshots

[mila-uchiha]

jjba masterlist ✧˖*°࿐

jjba masterlist!!! enjoy :) requests are currently open for naruto/jjba

🌜- SFW 🍡- NSFW

Headcanons:

🌜 how they kiss you, giorno, mista, bucciarati, abbacchio, naracia 🍡 nsfw alphabet, jotaro

One Shots:

🌜 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 you're beautiful, bucciarati x reader 🍡 we're just friends, jotaro x reader 🍡 taking your virginity, diavolo x reader 🍡 "you're so needy", dio x reader

#jjba #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba fanfic #jjba smut #jjba part 5 #jjba part five #jjba part 3 #jjba part three #giorno jjba #diavolo jjba #jjba diavolo #jjba josuke #jjba jotaro #jjba dio #jjba bruno #jjba bucciarati #jjba abbacchio #jjba headcanons #jjba oneshot #jjba mista #jjba giorno #jjba narancia

[writin-with-the-blues]

Introduction Post

Requests Open!

Hello my name is Blues or Blue, whatever you prefer, bonus points if you figure out a unique nickname. I am a queer Trans man who uses He/Him pronouns. I am autistic so if anything I say sounds rude, most of the time it’s not what I am going for.

I am currently trying to expand my writing skills and I hope that this will help me in some way. Also I am not used to this site, whatsoever. This post will be updated depending on what happens.

Things I will write:

I am willing to write both platonic and romantic pairings as long as it doesn’t defy what I won’t write. I am willing to do both x reader and ships.

The types of requests I am taking are one shots, head cannons with a Drabble, and just head cannons.

I am willing to do some triggering topics as long as their is a trigger warning in some way before you suggest it.

Things I won’t write:

General stuff, like homophobia, racism, transphobia, Necrophilla, scat, being a TERF.

I absolutely won’t write proships generally, incestuous relationships (even pseudo), minor and adult (romantic), abuse and victim (including bullying). Yandere’s, obsessive behavior, and over controlling behavior.

S/A is also under this list, regardless of situation. Not even for comfort or fluff.

Fandoms I write for:

Don’t Starve:

Romantic and Platonic

Wilson

Willow

Wolfgang

WX-78

Wickerbottom

Woodie

Wes

Maxwell

Wigfrid

Winona

Warly

Wormwood

Wortox

Wanda

Exclusively Platonic

Wendy

Webber

Wurt

Walter

JoJo’s bizarre adventure

I am willing to write any characters from part one to part six. As for specifics, most of the characters can be written Romantically or Platonically however there are exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

A minor with an adult pairing

All children, on the top of my head Anne, Emporio, and Hayoto

One Piece

I do this sometimes but I will put it on the list anyway. I will not write Boa Hancock under any circumstances.

Romantic and Platonic

Almost all of the Straw Hat Pirates

Other fan favorites that I can’t think up of the top of my head.

Exclusively Platonic

All children, including Chopper.

Team Fortress 2

All characters are allowed for Romantic and Platonic pairings with some exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

Family members

Scout and Miss Pauling (I find it uncomfortable.)

Stardew Valley

Romantic and Platonic

All romantic interests

Robin

Exclusively Platonic

Everyone else

#dst #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #stardew valley #stardew x reader #team fortress 2 #writing #x reader #idk how to tag this #jotaro x reader #headcanon #oneshot #tf2 x reader #request #shipping