Low-key? Good on them for taking Luka out of the pedestal that he's perfect and completely over Marinette and very mature and chill. Letting him do smth a bit weird such as having a fake girlfriend to pretend everything is fine, being hysterical and wanting to jump into a crazy plan about The Lie, using his miraculous to test Marinette's reaction upon confessing, etc.
Hell yeah let that boy have hiccups too!! He desperetly needed scenes like this, he's still a teen after all.
Adrien running to Luka at the airport begging him not to go like a romantic drama (him and Mari literally did this)...Marinette having dreams where he comforts her then holding him while pleading with him not to go...Adrienette wants Luka in their polycule i just can't prove it
Honestly it boils down to reparenting yourself & rewiring your own neuronal pathways & telling yourself a firm “stop” when you notice your mind slipping down negative loopholes & being present in the moment & enjoying being mid task rather than waiting for it to end & not thinking of inertia as your baseline and natural way of living
So tempting to keep embarking on the same self destructive cycle over & over & over again . But at some point you have to put ur foot down w ur own behaviors & be the thing that truly saves u
i cannot say it enough: RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP RESEARCH IS WORSHIP
research your ancestors, research your gods, research the land you come from, listen to the stories told by your family, your community, your elders and take notes. research research research.
You took a sip of your still fuming hot tea, eyes focused on the tv screen in front of you. It was another late night with jotaro in your shared apartment, watching some silly cliche rom-com you picked out for the both of you.
It was one of those rare nights where jotaro would finally be free from the shackles of work and his marine research– one of the only nights you guys could finally see each other and spend quality time with each other.
And none of you were gonna let it go to waste.
You could hear a muffled groan from below, jotaro’s face implanted into your lap. The feeling of his warm lips touching your bare skin, his nose grazing your crotch. It was pretty rare to see him this clingy, but obviously you weren't complaining. Being with jotaro meant rare spontaneous bursts of love and clinginess, but then after, pretending it never happened out of pure embarrassment.
You’ve grown accustomed to it by now, and learned to understand this was his way of release. His way of showing he was secure and comfortable around you.
You patted his head softly, smiling gently to yourself. This would never get old for you, seeing his act change from a cold, closed off, and isolated jerk to a warm, needy mess when you were around. It made you feel special.
He adjusted his knees, groaning softly as he kneeled in front of you–head buried into your inner thighs, hands at your sides, thumb caressing your hips softly. Your hands move to his head, massaging into his scalp and playing with his hair. Your fingers run through his soft wavy hair, his head leaning into your hand slowly.
And then you heard it–a deep low growl almost.
No..
Purring??
Startled–you move your hand, looking for the source of the sound. You look down to hear the cat-like murmuring coming from jotaro himself. His nose nuzzling into your thighs like he was under a trance–like he was a cat??
You could feel butterflies swarm your stomach, your body heating up like a furnace
“Why’d you stop?” You could hear his voice, so quiet you'd've thought it was a whispering breeze.
“Was that you..?”
A beat of silence.
Without lifting his head, he snatches your wrist–placing your palm back on his head.
“Keep going…please.”
a/n: happy new year!! currently coddled up in my bed scrolling thru twitter looking at caejose fanart and watching stranger things like a freaking loser while my friends are out probably lighting fireworks and having fun (i embrace it ok 💔)
taking care of jotaro kujo's curly hair (˶>⩊<˶)
an extract of jotaro letting himself be soft and clingy with you
cw: none! just pure and heartwarming fluff, art by 0309Flip on twitter
You've been dating him for four years. Four whole years. You share an apartment, you travel together, you sleep together, he hugs you and allows himself to be vulnerable with you. And you never knew that your boyfriend, the man you see a future with, god, the man you want to marry... has the most beautiful and shiny dark curls.
He always wears them hidden in those ugly caps you don't really try to take them off at this point, it's like his head is glue to them. Maybe they are with all the hair gel he likes to wear. Jotaro only kept one single curls falling on his forehead, Superman style, and you thought that was just made because of the gel. You didn't expect all those beautiful curls all over his head.
"Jotaro," you call him that night, leaning on the bathroom sink while he was putting his pajamas on. "Come here."
He obeys at the moment, coming through the bathroom door shirtless and with his tartan pants. He looks at all the products you usually use for your own hair displayed on the sink and a water spray.
"Sit down," you say, letting him sit on the toilet lid, looking around at you and all the hair care products.
"What is this about?" Jotaro opens his legs so you can stay up between them.
"You're hiding things from me." You point your finger right in the middle of his chest making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"What..."
You tilt your head at him, smiling softly as your finger stays pressed against his chest. "You have curls, Jotaro. Real ones. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
He blinks once, then lets out a quiet sigh. "It's not a big deal. They get messy. I just gel them down."
"But they're beautiful," you whisper, stepping a little closer between his legs. Your hands rest gently on his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his warm skin. "Let me take care of them tonight. Please?"
Jotaro looks away for a second, jaw tight, but you know that expression. He's not mad, just a little embarrassed. He sighs again, deeper this time. "You're going to make a mess."
"I won't. I promise I'll be careful," you say, leaning in to press a ligth kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And if you hate it, you can put the cap back on right after. But I think you're going to like it."
He stays quiet for a moment, then grumbles under his breath. "Fine. Don't take too long."
You beam at him and reach for the spray bottle first, misting his hair gently until it's damp. He closes his eyes, letting you work, though every few minutes he makes a small comment.
"This feels weird," he mutters when you start scrunching the water out with a towel.
"Shh, it feels great," you answer softly, running your fingers through his curls to separate them. They're softer than you imagined, dark and springy, already starting to bounce back into shape.
You move through your routine carefully: a little leave-in conditioner, some curl cream smoothed in section by section, then a light gel to hold everything without making it crunchy. He sighs again when you twist a few pieces around your finger to encourage the definition.
"You're doing too much" he says, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at his lips now.
"Maybe i am," you reply, meeting his eyes for a second. "Because it's you."
The bathroom fills with the quiet sound of your hands working through his hair and the occasional soft comment from him. "That part's always the worst in the morning," he admits once, pointing to the back of his head where the curls usually flatten under his cap.
By the time you're done, you step back and grab the diffuser, gently drying everything until his hair looks full and alive. When you finally turn him toward the mirror, your breath catches.
His curls are perfect. Shiny, defined, falling in soft, dark spirals that frame his face just right. One piece still drops over his forehead like always, but now it looks intentional, romantic even. They catch the light with a healthy glow, bouncy and full of life.
Jotaro stares at his reflection for a long moment, he reaches up, touching one curl carefully scared to mess them up.
"See?" you say, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "They're gorgeous. You're gorgeous."
He lets out one last sigh, but this one sounds different, almost fond. His hand finds yours on his stomach and squeezes gently. "Maybe they're not so bad." He turns in your arms so he's facing you, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Thank you."
a/n: i love love love his curls I LOVE EM
a/n 2: do we like this new layout mmmm
a/n- yes i know the big tsundere baddie being fucking sub?? Aint no way in HELL. but like bro… let me imagine ‘kay? Im scared of this being OOC but like who cares its TUMBLR everything is OOC. and also who wouldnt wanna see a big muscular man beg on his knees till he’s on the verge of crying??? Cause I know I would. ok byee!
Jotaro slams the door open, walking with pep in his step like he had important business to attend to. Taking off his coat and shoes, quickly and urgently.
“hey ‘jo, how was the researc-“
You were interrupted by a warm, enveloping body of a certain muscle man, pushing his body against yours as his hands found their way to your waist.
He nuzzled his head into your neck, breathing and sniffing your shampoo like it was about to fade away.
“Fuck, I missed you… I missed this.” He replied out of breath, his hands wrapping around your waist now, hugging you tight like a body pillow.
You were used to this, his clingyness had always been overboard when he came back from missions.
You chuckled softly, stirring a pot of his favorite food as he swayed you left and right. “You didn’t answer my question?”
“mm, let me savor this..” he groaned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and giving you that funny ticklish feeling.
You giggle, “I made your favorite,” you run a hand through his hair as he pressed soft kisses on your neck.
He groaned deeply, “keep doing that..” he leaned into your touch, almost like a cat.
“What’s up with you today? You’re… needy” you raise a brow, he was more touchy then usual. Better for you more then you’d like to admit.
“Very..” His voice was low, his hands slid down hesitantly to your hips, about to turn you over to face him. When you stopped him.
“Tsk tsk tsk, nuh uh.” You waved your finger at him like he was a misbehaving dog. You gave a stern look from behind.
“Good grief…” he looked at you almost desperate, sighing in disappointment.
“…please?” His voice went up an octave.
You turn your body crossing your arms over your body, and giving him that same stern look. “After. Dinner.”
As if he couldn’t wait any longer he clenched his fists, like he was holding back. Biting his lower lip in frustration. “Woman, pleas-“
“Either that or beg,” you turned around, not leaving any room for discussion. You sighed, continuing to stir the pot as you felt his presence lingering behind you. You hummed softly, fully ignoring him.
Thud.
The sound was directly behind you, like a soft thud of something falling. You turn around fully expecting to see a fallen object but..
He was on his knees..!?
Jotaro looked up at you, gripping the fabric on his pants tightly. The look in his eyes was so… hot. Like of course the iconic nonchalant face, but instead his eyes had something more. His eyes were staring so intensely with determination but also desperation. Like he needed you.
“Want me to beg still?” His face was red, his eyes watery and looking down his crotch had something visibly protruding out of it.
You looked down at him, speechless. Jotaro was actually begging.. on his knees. And.. you liked it..? You smirked.
“Beg,” you repeated in a whisper.
Jotaro looked at you hesitantly, hoping to god you were joking. When he saw your anticipation he sighed reluctantly. Dropping down to your feet, and pressing kisses at your ankles and calves. Every now and then you’d hear a deep “..please.” Leaving his mouth in moans.
Your hand immediately flies to the counter behind you to balance your self, as he lifts your foot off of the ground and kisses it gently, praising you and your body like you were a goddess right before him. His eyes never left yours, keeping intense eye contact like his life depended on it, never wanting look away.
”..so?” Jotaro looked up at you in expectation.
Fake pondering, You rubbed your chin, humming in thought. “Hmmm how about no?”
“Quit teasin”
Your shrug turning back around, smiling to yourself mischievously.
He looked at you betrayed, almost like he wanted to punch the shit out of himself, for acting like a fool. But it was quickly masked with a soft smile. He tilted his hat down as he got up. “The things I do for you woman..” he sighs
You giggle “And you would do it again wouldn’t you?”
A pregnant pause
“..yes I would”
a/n- IS THIS GOOD?? I swear I've been feeling weird about my writing lately.
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