Summary: As you're being dragged to marry the man who kidnapped you, you play your last card for the hope of taking back your life and freedom.
TW: kidnapping, Isolation, physical and emotional abuse, Blood & Injury, forced marriage & pregnancy, explicit sexual content, Inappropriate use of stands.
Word count: 6.8k.
This is a NSFW piece, Minors DNI.
The aroma of exquisite perfume and deluxe cosmetics fragranced the bright, small room. the colors of lights were so blinding and Cheerful, singing Jovial serenades and mimicking the light of a spring sun .the white noise in the background indicated a common Joy and eternal bless of a special day, a day that brought happy tidings and auspicious sensations for everyone.
Everyone, minus the envied yet unfortunate Bride herself.
The stories of fairytale Romances and sweetly-clichéd love scenarios had always been one of your life dreams. you've daydreamed of your ideal true love thousands of times, imagining a simple yet blithe life: a small home where would warmth and peace reign, dazzling eyes and a loving smile of your beloved who would behold you in awe and adoration, and whom you would look back at with the same.
The pink reveries and pleasant fantasies faded and discolored into a gray reality and repulsive inevitability. the ceremony that was about to take place wasn't a declaration of union and devotion, it's nothing but of a slavery contract: you were about to be wed to the monster who stole your freedom.
You clenched your fist at the thought of him, completely neglecting your stylishly manicured nails or fearing to ruin the pure white, lacy glove on your hands. None of your childhood fantasies had an epicurean yet dull essence, a family that lived on hate from a mother and a possessive lust from a father, a loveless life between two people who would stand at the Altar and accept the epithets of a husband and a wife .
Jotaro Kujo wasn't a human at all. He was a complete, utter nightmare of a human by all means, a heartless creature who didn't think of anything but tormenting you of all people. The irony about his persona was his surroundedness with a lighthearted family :his mother was a bubbly, kind and innocent woman whose smile was a glow. no one can imagine how such a warm, compassionate woman mothered a cold, aloof man; the Paradoxical thought never failed to surprise you even after three months of 'troth'.
Holy softened her speech whenever she spoke to you, maintaining her gentleness even after the topic of her husband was brought up - your guilt nagged you at the sight of her sad smile; you remorsed asking her such a question, even if it was unintentional.
Mr.Joestar was such a gentle soul as well . you really liked him. a sense of nostalgia and familiarity intrigued you when he greeted you and welcomed you into the family. you couldn't help the smile on your lips whenever he spoke with that gentle, tired tone or kept on forgetting and mishearing names.
"He cheated on my grandmother" Jotaro whispered to you, catching you off guard as he continued "his affair had resulted in the birth of Josuke."
Yet another surprise for the night, you thought.
The image of a flamboyant, handsome man was brought to your memory.
The first detail you recalled was a flashy pompadour, then a suave, confident voice played itself automatically, retrospecting all of your previous encounters with Josuke.
back in Morioh-Cho, the young student was one of your acquaintances and a great neighbor. you didn't think that your little town's Sweetheart is a relative to your apathetic husband; putting both men in one picture was like illustrating the distance between heaven and earth: dissimilar and contrastive.
Josuke had chirped happily one evening, the wide grin on his face seemed to stretch even more.
"My Nephew said that I'll be walking you down the aisle, I'm so excited to see him and you get married!" his blue eyes were a pool of twinkles, nothing in the world could erase the innocent merriment he felt, as if he's the groom himself.
The groom.
Jotaro's expression nor tone didn't convey any emotion at all -and you thought that you could read people well- when he had brought you the news of your engagement and wedding: not a single line in his face moved nor an octave in his speech was raised.
What intimidated you the most about him was his Unbreakable composure and static attitude. If you were someone who knew him shallowly, you'd never think that he's the sick, truculent man who kidnapped a woman, faked her death and forced her to marry him. you'd only see the guise of the hardworking, responsible Marine biologist who's running an organization and responsibilizes himself of research and technology. The fractions in his demeanor were perfectly concealed and painted by a false color of good reputation and near, blessed marriage with a beautiful, loving bride.
In the midst of dark thoughts, your eyes landed on the garnished and florid reflection in the pure glass. The huge vanity mirror epitomized a tableau vivant of a lost puppet and the human who has been coffined beneath it.
Now it's smiling. coloured lips curving up coldly.
The Makeup artist couldn't stop sophisticating about how makeup can accomplish more than the sole purpose of beautifying.
"The mask you put on slowly becomes your new face. the longest you fake a persona the closest it consumes you" the old woman said sotto voce, the sharp eyeliner moving smoothly across your waterline thanks to her careful hand. you only listened, not actually drinking in her words but wanting these long hours of preparation to end.
She blew a gentle whiff of air to remove a speck of dust on your eyelid then continued "a gentle makeup suits a bride the most. it's perfect to tame the wild emotions she experiences, whether it is Joy or even pure misery…no one can see what's under a woman's face when she's adorned"
The last part of her theory caught your attention, the next words confirming it now.
"All of them are just looking at the garniture of you, not what your soul carries"
a vile, revolted emotion washed at you at the sight of your reflection. Surprisingly, that old, talkative dame described you to an exact extent. Never in your life hated being dolled up as much as now: the elegant comb of your hair, the flawless makeup, the bustier that held your chest seductively and the long-sleeved, classic dress.
Compliments were given on your appearance, but you swallowed none of them. If anything, you're the fakest excuse of a happy woman.
In a fit of rage, your gloved fist met the glass in a harsh punch. Even after it was crushed to a pile of glasses around you, the ugly reflection was laughing at you from the remaining shreds of crystal. No, you shall not spend an extra second here and walk on your own feet to the golden grave .
You lifted up your skirt and did a quick Job of unclasping the Lucullan Italian heel, stretching your toes and flexing your ankles to comfort your foot from the tight shoe effect.
Hastily, you removed the gloves from each hand (there were minor wounds in your knuckles, but thankfully, the glove mitigated the injury). with twitching fingers, you began to remove the splendorously Flowered Tiara and the long Chiffon veil attached to it. locks of your hair had already intertwined with the heavy accessory, but your digits did a nervous work of untangling them and fixing your hair back to a loose style.
Your hands sneaked to the cummerbund, Satin waistband. tugging gently at the material so as not to ruin it (Your wedding gown was a family heritage. alongside his blessings, Mr.Joestar gave you his mother's Matrimony Robe as a gift, so harming such an antique patrimony would be a rude act while he was nice to you). The sash loosened slowly, allowing you to respire comfortably after being pressured for a long time. like the Tiara, The waistband was lavished with entrancing wildflowers- something that Mrs.Joestar insisted on involving; her Floral sense of beauty theming everything in the ceremony.
Breathing deeply, you unbuttoned the high neck from behind after a bit of struggling to find the knobs, then hiked up the dress and completely took it off.
Remaining in the Cream bustier and underwear, you debated whether you should take them off or not, but the process will eat your time out and cease your escape, deciding instead to wear your old clothes, retrieve your mobile phone and the reasonable amount of money you still have.
You were sure that Jotaro wouldn't give you any chance of escaping or contacting other people than his trusted acquaintances. all of your previous belongings were taken, but you managed to keep your Phone - which was an extremely difficult thing to do - and use the money you managed to collect covertly in three months.
As predicted from a careful man, The Cathedral is surely surrounded by strict security. him knowing about a sole window in the bridal Suite seemed like he was daring you to run away again after so many failed attempts to do so, and you gladly accepted the Challenge.
It wouldn't be long before the ceremony starts. It is now or never.
The Room was cold and empty.
Holy's face was pale as she scanned every inch of the room. There was no trace of her daughter-in-law. Everything had gone smoothly: You were happy to be in the company of your husband's family, you accepted his engagement, you smiled when the espousal arrangements started…
What could've possibly gone wrong?!
The worst plagued her mind: a missing wife, an abandoned dress and a widely open window recounted a thriller film scenario, not an occasion for rejoicing and Celebration.
"For the love of God what's taking so-" Josuke was immediately silenced at the sight: Holy was trembling violently, a pool of tears about to cascade down her ghostly bloodless face. one look at your abandoned dress and accessory as well as The deserted room meant two things: you're missing and Jotaro won't be pleased to hear the news.
Staggering across the hallway, the youngman rushed to the Groom's room while thinking of a way to inform him of what happened. Even though he had found a euphemistic choice of words to deliver the unexpected problem, he knew Jotaro would absolutely fume about his wife's disappearance.
Au contraire. Jotaro's face contorted into a dull mein with each detail. It was a bold yet foolish move from you to decide and flee minutes before the wedding's commencement (especially when you were au fait with the level of security and what he had in store for you in cases of disobedience) and once he brings you back there'll be the devil to pay.
"Your mother speculates that she has been kidnapped" he added, hoping to hear a response after an unsettling silence. "guess I'll go and find-"
"You won't, I'll go" Interrupted Jotaro, immediately objecting to the suggestion.
"But you're the Groom, you can't just go and search around on your wedding day while you can leave it to me and the security !"
"I'm the only one who can find her. she's not that far away by now."
"Are you implying that she escaped on her own?" there was a missing point he wanted to get. Undoubtedly, His Nephew was hiding something about you.
Josuke received no reply. Instead, Jotaro adjusted his surgeon's cuffs coolly before speaking "Josuke, make sure to take care of everything during my absence, I won't take a long time anyway". he sauntered towards the door, as Calm as a spring breeze.
The Collected comportment of Him was always a fascinating - if not scary - feature of the Marine biologist. Here he is, going out to search for his missing soon-to-wed in his ritzy tuxedo and Perfectly assured about bringing her back, as if he knows where she'd gone already.
The young man sighed "Fine. don't you worry about it here" he gave up easily. maybe it's better to leave him be instead of inspecting him further. Jotaro was the last person he wanted to cross.
"Good"
Oddly enough, he didn't seem as wrathful as he thought him to be.
Time was impossibly uncountable.
You'd lost track of time since you left the Cathedral in a haste: How long have you been running? How long did it take them to find out what happened? you didn't know. all what you're knowledgeable about was that if you stopped for a mere second, your life will crumble away forever.
The coursing Pain through your legs, The burning thirst in your throat, The excruciating pressure on your windpipe from lungful and cold amounts of air wasn't comparable to the eternal pain of a strange life with a strange man. Your resolve to break free and regain your ordinary life once again was what kept you running despite the soreness.
As your memory recognized the familiar Places around the Cathedral, it wouldn't be too wrong to assume how close you were to the Station. your Plan was seemingly simple: you would run till you reach the station, hire a Taxi and go back home. So far, the first step is about to be accomplished. All you needed was strength, Patience and an earnest prayer to some sort of a deity in the heavens who would take pity on you and save you.
Luck was smiling at you when you noticed the familiar Outline of the Station. your pace became quicker, willing to run away as fast as possible.
Hope bloomed in your heart again after long months of Captivity, The Experience of being estranged from your family and friends was dreary and solitary, an Incident that shall remain engraved in your memory forever. your expectations didn't fly too high when the unhelped doubt was still there, reiterating the scenarios of getting caught and caged again.
No matter how you tried to wash away the dim view or fill your cogitation with rose-colored glasses, the eerie instinct that he's after you daunted the still remaining sanity within you.
You tilted your head carefully, looking for any sign of Jeopardy. your mind was playing tricks on you as you kept looking around like a frightened prey, the roads and paths were suddenly morphing into the same shape. your memory wasn't one for questioning nor doubting: you passed the same Stop sign three times, the Taxi which was numbered fifty four was exactly seven meters away from you and the distance didn't change. In addition, when you tried to approach the last Taxi, it seemed that you would never be able to reach it although it was near.
Needless to admit the odd presence behind you: Jotaro was after you and he's playing a twisted game with you right now.
You tried to keep your cool and manage your alarum (though your shaky legs disclosed your uneasiness). Cautiously, you moved your head to the side, Catching the Familiar Silhouette of Jotaro from the corner of your eye.
He wasn't very far away from you. The pace of his movement was mimicking yours, Calm and Unrushed - unlike your intentions for breakout - . He was ambling behind you while you faltered in the front. you wondered why he didn't run and catch you directly: you were certain he had seen and recognized you already, not to mention that he was a faster runner.
you quickened your tempo suddenly, deciding to test the limits of his chase and speed up slowly. He still imitated your rapidity, willing to close you up in his range- that was it, you had to be out of his reach.
It is now or never, you encouraged yourself.
You raised your knee and took a long step forward, launching a fast run towards the nearest car and never looking behind you. your legs flew along with the wind; a sudden, brief energy blasting through your pained nerves. you tried to think of your real family, their smiling faces manifesting in your Imagination, motivating you to run faster and faster until you'd make it home.
The Taxi's doorknob nearly slipped under your hand as you opened it swiftly, the driver was startled by your sudden appearance next to him and looked rather concerned: you were practically shuddering, your neat fingers distorted by tiny cuts across their skin.
"Are you alright, miss? do you want me to call the po-"
"Don't call anyone!" you interrupted harshly. you were running out of time and you had to make your destination clear.
"Listen" you rasped, swallowing the thicke lump in your throat before continuing "I'm in a hurry and I don't want to complicate this even more, you'd better start driving or things will get worse"
his face went pale "T-to whe-"
"To Morioh-Cho, Please, Now" you felt bad for aggravating your words, but slacking off in such a dangerous situation wasn't an option.
Your knees went Sluggish with anticipation, Jotaro wouldn't take another second to find and bring you back as well as facing the consequences of your actions.
You didn't want to think of his past threats to end your life if you dared to leave him. This was a huge risk and you had to take it, you had not to fail.
Just as he appeared in your vision's limit, the Car revved up then moved forward, soothing your tense nerves with a slow relief. You closed your eyes, leaning back in the passenger seat and loosening your muscles to ease off the stress.
you sighed deeply, as if letting the past three months of incarceration out of your Chest; breathing in and out, filling your lungs with fresh air, enjoying a serene silence without your fiance's voice reverberating in your ears.
"Enjoying yourself, aren't you ?!"
You nearly jumped off your skin. Is this a hallucination ?!
You woke up from your brief torpor and stared at the vacuous eyes beside you: dangerous blue piercing through you and an ominously unfamiliar dispassion tearing your soul apart.
Your trustable memory didn't recall his existence beside you before… Now he's the one who's driving you. What had happened when you closed your eyes? Have you made a mistake? And where did the pale driver go? Did you fall asleep? Is this a nightmare?
If this is a nightmare, it's a vivid, eccentric one.
"Is this how you repay my efforts of keeping you safe ?! Is this the way you treat someone who did nothing wrong but to protect you ?!" he yelled, clearly out of patience with your advances.
This isn't a nightmare, it's reality, a bitter version of it.
You've never imagined he would have this side of him, he was so angry- graphically enraged. you've never imagined he would be so delusional, you saw him as a sensible man who never believed in love or feelings. You've never Imagined that a man who looks as sane as him would think of hijacking as protection, of insulation as safety- The Insanity he hid for a long time made you shiver.
"What Protection?" you mocked. you've built a severe tension inside for three months. the night thoughts and Imaginary conversations you had in store for him flowed out of your mouth absentmindedly, coated with a venomous grudge and pure hatred towards him.
"You stole away my world and Family, You stole away my freedom and love for life…" he didn't say anything.
"…You're a sad excuse of a man, Kujo Jotaro. no wonder that your comrades and friends died, they didn't want to see you anymore. they didn't want to know someone who's as horrible as you…"
His fingers clutched on the steering wheel.
"…You're unworthy of love. you destroy everything you touch and cause misery for everyone you know…"
He glared at you, hot blood pooling under his skin.
"…I've never loved you, I still don't love you and I'll never love you…"
He Clenched his Jaw, pressing harder on the driving wheel. The Car was too fast, But you didn't care. you hoped that you would die in an accident rather than be with him for eternity.
"…I hate you"
He trod on the brake pedal at full tilt. The Vehicle stopped dead in its tracks, Convulsing and Subsiding in long seconds. you bumped your head on the glove box's top, feeling your nose at it squashed and bled. You yelped at the sudden burst of ache in your philtrum and laid your hand on it so as to soothe the pain.
You glanced up at Jotaro. His face was still red- You couldn't reckon whether because of his earlier spurt to find you or because of the things you'd just said. a Scowl took over his still handsome face, The usual expression he gave before sneering at you.
Instead of getting a verbal reply, his rough hand came in contact with your throat, Squeezing hard at your windpipe. The remaining nerve of patience was cut; and the tolerance he had for you drained out.
"I could kill you right now! watch your language with me you selfish, Ignorant woman!" he threatened. The pressure he applied on your neck was enough to inform you that he wasn't just threatening.
Blue and Green tints obscured your vision, Oxygen becoming less and less.
"…Don't you know how much I was worried about you? worried sick that you were taken away or got hurt!…"
Your nerves were on fire; electrified and violent.
"…Everyone is worried about you… they were happy to have you among them and this is how you return the favor!…"
You choked out a weak plea to make him stop.
"…I worked so hard to make your life- our life comfortable and happy…"
Warmth layered your eyesight. even from your heavily blurred seeing, you could see something twitch in his eyes.
"…I did all of this to have you…I couldn't let you go…"
Your palms finally moved and squeezed at his large hands.
"I love you…"
He finally spared you. His palms unwrapped your throat quickly and covered your small ones instead.
You drew in a Deep breath and reabsorbed the lost air. You didn't dare move away fearing another sudden outburst of him.
Oddly, He seemed to be quiet, lost in thought about something. The pale Color of his skin was back, returning to his calm, composed self once more.
Either of you said nothing (what was there to be said after a harsh paroxysm?) and Chose to listen to the peaceful Bird Chirping.
You looked outside the Window. You didn't know whether a Lavender field was a place that Jotaro planned to take you to, or simply stopped in by hazard.
You leaned back and breathed deeply, welcoming a sedating air into your lungs. The Fresh scent of Lavender Carried you to a whole nother world, a somnolent corner of your mind, free from any Interference or Strife. The driver's door clicking sound fell flatly on your ears; your senses were too somniated to process or realize anything.
Even when the thought of him murdering and burying you in a field of Lavenders seemed like a beautiful dream, less than a terrible fate you expected.
The passenger door was opened, with him standing in your vision. You wanted a bullet to break through your skull, or a shiny dagger to stab its course through your pampered skin. a color to paint the purple flowers red, It was Strangely poetic and bewitching.
"Sit up"
You obeyed, moving to the side and dangling your legs out of the Car, wanting to end this as quickly as possible. You didn't close your eyes, you wanted to see the field one last time before paying nature's debt.
The last thing you expected was getting your shirt hiked up; your skin exposed to the cool afternoon breeze and goosebumps rising on your arms.
Did he have another intention than ending your life? maybe he wanted to send you to the grave nude, Or take advantage of you one last time First…
The thought was Immediately brushed off when you noticed your wedding's gown clutched in his arm. Now everything is Clear, except for one thing.
"Aren't you going to kill me?" you asked, not realizing you asked him out loud.
He pulled down your trousers, questioning you back nonchalantly "Why would I kill you?"
Swallowing the knot, you answered "You said you would… If I ran away"
He donned you the Robe, starting from your neck and straightening it down your waist. A few seconds passed with the lone Bird Chirping and soft plants Swishing. He suddenly stood straight, towering over your small sitting form and snorting out a tight reply "So is this how you think of me? Am I that heartless to you?!"
You had no respond.
He continued, crouching to shoe your feet with the expensive heel "Why do you think I would keep you to myself if all I had towards you is killing you? Why would I bother to protect and provide for you when I have ill intentions for you? Why would I come to take you back even after your attempts to leave me?"
Astonishment wasn't the one to tie your tongue, having no answer to his questions was.
He gloved your hands after cleaning them "It's because I love you" He answered instead. "I do love you…although I don't show you as much, although you don't feel the same…"
He rose on his feet, a strange hue of sensation you're seeing for the first time in his eyes "although you say you hate me many times…" He wiped the blood from your nose with a clean handkerchief, not really wanting an answer from you.
It was strange, that hint of Pain and Betrayal in his voice.
How come you're feeling like you're the heartless human now? how come you're the one who's tormenting him all along?
You tried to convince yourself that he's lying, that he's coaxing you into a false sense of love, that his tears were nothing more than Crocodile tears… But the guilt insisted on disrupting your psyche.
The Sunset enameled the world in dazzling, prismatic shades of Cinnabar and Orange. you drank in the view from your window, feeling nothing but a comforting emptiness. Visual shadows of buildings and Trees raced in front of your eyes, filling your memory with a serene Nostalgia.
Jotaro was focusing on the road. As much as he wanted to return and finish the ceremony quickly, he felt the need for you both to absorb their feelings First, before you would step on a new route of life.
"You look beautiful." He said.
An empty smile crept on your lips.
The Kisses on your skin were pleasant, passionate and possessive, sealing every inch of your flesh with the branding of his lips. they travelled leisurely across your face, to your neck and down your Chest and waist. You tried to stay still for him and direct the anticipation to your fists -by grasping on the silky sheets tightly- but the tickles in the pit of your stomach weakened your nerves.
tough palms of his dallied your sides and fondled your breasts; the amatory touch earning him a soft mewl from your lips.
The fragrance of Lavender lingered on his skin; shoulders and arms caging you on the mattress and squeezing you closer. you still can see the spellbound look of his blue eyes under your dark eyelids, a look he beheld you with when you stood together on the altar.
He poured his words In a suave, silky inflection, feeling the weight of his speech as your name rolled down his tongue in the start "I've never imagined to be so worthy of fate's mercy and so smiled upon by whatever deity was in the heavens. Your love was the ultimate grace and the greatest gift I've ever received, and I couldn't be more thankful to have you in my life"
The alienly sweet lips moved down, planting more busses on your bosom and stomach. The warm hands sneaked to your Clitoris; the press of his digits loading your veins with a zestful energy with each circular move.
"I used to think of my life as a mere repetition of events, a colorless time of living and an empty existence. I had no one in heart, no love to hope for coming back to, no soul to embrace myself into. However, when my eyes landed on your alluring beauty, I, for the first time In my life, felt how a heart would beat truly and lively. Warmth and love were so new yet so addicting to me; I couldn't have enough from a single look"
Your limbs jerked up from the stimulation, bubbles foaming under your skin when his fingertip traced the hood, tickling and massaging before moving to your slit.
"I still remember our first encounter as if it's a lucid memory from yesterday. It was in the blink of an eye, you looked at me without seeing me; It felt like a glory, a zephyrous spring, an ardent sun and a warm sea. If I had in mind a way to show you how much I'm in love with you, I wouldn't be able to show enough except by offering you my heart, here and in front of all my loved ones, now and forever…"
Gentler than a feather, he continued to rub on your sex, dandling each part of the wet flesh. Hot pool of tears filled under your eyelids from the overstimulation, you couldn't think or recall anything at the moment.
His middle finger stroked in and out, adding more fuel to the fire and flying you closer to heaven; Your own moans and keens ringing into your ears unfeelingly. Hypersensitive and On fire, you felt every drop of blood rush to your face and ears. a touch…then another and another… till the colors in your vision exploded into a white sweven.
"Will you offer me your heart as I offered you mine? Will you spend the rest of your life by my side and be the light that guides me through the dimness of life? Will you love me like I love you?"
"Will you be mine till the end of time?"
None wouldn't have believed that his rehearsed words were a voice of heart.
Summoning enough courage to utter those sole two words was more difficult than sermoning a whole staged oration.
Your eyes shifted behind him. What would happen if you refused to be in the company of these smiling faces who waited for your agreement? Even If, your refusal meant nothing.
"I do"
How long have you drowned in your reveries? not too long. The heavenly climax washed over your soul, clouding your consciousness. Lust and Vigour controlled you.
a weak croon left your throat when he grabbed your thighs and positioned himself between your legs. your ankles were raised effortlessly so he can press his upper half against yours till your foreheads together.
Warm breath fanned on your face. lifting your eyelids up, you were met by his eyes, rapt and hazed; staring right through your soul.
As his fingers intertwined with yours, he whispered "Do you love me now?"
"no." Was it the truth or a mere falsity like your life?
He didn't respond. Instead, he sheathed himself into you, pushing his hips forward with force. The sudden stretch of your walls shocked you, his length occupying your insides and kissing your cervix.
You moaned loudly, a jolly mix of pain and pleasure stinging your lower half.
It felt hot and sticky -thanks to his earlier efforts in stimulating you- and throbbing. you moaned loudly at the feeling. Although it wasn't actually your first time with him, his large member never failed to force out a climax from you. your mind was certain of its hatred towards him, but your body obeyed every touch and thrust he gave.
Thrusts started out methodic and slow, Wanting to feel every inch of your soft walls against his girth and enjoy the moans you made. Your Husband was usually rough, deciding to take time and savor each second of being inside of you, as if it was the first time to touch and indulge in you.
Each thrust rubbed the most sensitive spots within; increasing the volume of your moans as the room shook in your vision. The lewd sound of skin slapping and his huffs against the Shell of your ear adding to the coming heat.
Even before receiving another sweet release for the night, you found yourself straddling his torso as he stood up. He easily held the weight of your small form, slamming your back against the wall to continue pounding into you.
It felt too deep: He knew your body more than you did. Those hidden spots were fully hit, just as he memorized where to bring you close. He loved the new position too, his groans and ragged breaths being enough of a proof.
It felt too opaque: Seconds passed slowly yet quickly. Closing your eyes again and gyrating your hips mindlessly to meet his jostles was the online thing you had in mind. Faint Images of his eyes blurred amidst the dark corners of your vision, something that you didn't forget nor comprehend, just like your feelings towards him.
It was so sudden: a pleasing comfort foamed and explosive underneath. the knot of your stomach untied itself as you felt his warmth spill inside of your womb, accompanied by a deep, long groan from his throat.
The world around you formed again, Only when you started to drift off to sleep. His final words were there to remember during your awakening.
"If I couldn't be enough for you to love, then a child would have you love me."
Mrs.Joestar was a Stylish woman Indeed.
The Pillow Appliqué she made was Gorgeous, If the word was enough to describe its artistry. No wonder why Jotaro and Holy made her the ceremony's organizer.
Pink Carnations and White Orchids Graced The Pink Silk In a Circular Shape. You admired how versed She was In sewing: The Pearly shade of pink she chose, The elegant Curve of each petal and leaf, not forgetting how stunning the lace they were made of. Years of Maidenhood in Italy and being under the service of an elegant Mistress sharpened her feminine senses and refined her talents greatly.
You remembered her youthful grin as she offered you her gift, rambling about a dream she had not so long ago.
"I dreamt of you eating apples, lots and lots of red apples!" She chirped. "Do you know what that means?" Suzie gave you a prompting look, waiting for you to realize the indication of her dream rather than an actual answer.
You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking of a possible interpretation of what she'd said. Why exactly would a dream mean anything to what you're experiencing now?!
"I can't seem to think of an explanation, Mrs.Joestar" you replied politely before chuckling "What does it mean?"
"It's a great sign Sweetheart! you're going to be a mother soon!"
She delivered the simple answer as if it was something you wanted to hear. A Child is what every woman longs for, isn't it? and when you think of your situation, you didn't want to meet Jotaro or any of his family members, let alone have a Child with him.
"You're going to have a beautiful baby girl, isn't that Sweet?!" She said dreamily, Cupping her face and possibly fantasizing about the little baby of her grandson.
"I had the same dream After I got married for a while. Later I knew that I was with Child! And I eventually had my precious Holy! isn't that beautiful? A girl is much better than a boy…"
You couldn't Imagine yourself as a mother.
The mere thought of bringing another soul to this world had your bones shiver. a Child was the last thing you wanted- But something he wanted and craved to have.
Jotaro had made his wishes clear since that fateful night together. He would leave you filled to the brim with his seed, sore and dazed. He had whispered of how pretty you'll look in a maternity gown, palming your rounded belly and sensing that little pulse inside. Even If what Suzie had said was true, what kind of difference would a girl make to your life if you didn't want her to come at all?!
"What are you thinking of?"
Jotaro's voice crushed your train of thought. You were holding the little baby pillow in your hands for half an hour for now.
"Just tired." you lied.
Silence stretched. You didn't want to have another conversation with him for now. In fact, you didn't want nor had enough power to converse with anyone at all. You continued staring at the tailored flowers while rubbing your thumb at the soft fabric.
Loud Footsteps ruined the silence. He sat down beside you, The soft sound of his breathing filling your ears for a minute. His hands held yours gently, Both of your rings glinting under the morning's sunlight.
"Grandmother Suzie said that we'll have a daughter." You didn't need to look up at his face to know how happy he was; Even if his tone seemed Composed, there was that little octave which told it all.
"I've been thinking of a good name for her" He was confident about it too, although you were only Five weeks pregnant.
You didn't think of the soul Inside at all. You felt unattached to it, So close yet so far from the thing inside. The blood string that connects it to you, nor that faint heartbeat will never make you feel a thing towards it.
"Yet I couldn't find a proper one" He scooted even closer, bringing his other hand to hold the little pillow of what they called 'your daughter'.
Still no word from you. Why would he think of a name for something that shouldn't exist?! Why would he want something that he can't take care of?!
Why would he bother to ask you about it?!
"I thought you had a good name for her"
You swallowed back a harsh remark forcefully, hiding the truth of your feelings towards him and his damn baby. You needed to stay calm for an unknown period of time.
"Jolyne" You managed to let out. "We'll name her Jolyne. If she's a female, Of course."
The name wasn't that meaningful or symbolic. You just gathered your tongue's letters and formed a name out of them. as silly as it may seem, but the name sounded a little lovable.
"Jolyne" he repeated, as if liking the roll of the simple name on his tongue. The least he can do to bring you back a little Joy is giving you the honor of naming your daughter: The child you made together, The little flower that will bloom, The pure Lily of Love and Life.
His blue eyes twinkled with hope. Cupping your face, He planted a soft kiss; most of his soft kisses ever. tangling his fingers with your hair and tasting your lips.
You didn't feel anything.
Breaking the kiss, he looked at your eyes, looking for that familiar mirthfulness he obsessed over.
"Jolyne it is. Promise me that you'll love us forever"
"I promise" you lied again- that was what you thought.
Dawn broke Through the airplane's small window, Casting transparent lights across the cabin and drawing thin rays on the walls. Birds Chirped gleefully and loudly with each passing second, announcing the start of a brand new day.
Fourteen hours separates you from your new life. a new life of you, your husband and your upcoming daughter. Upon the remembrance of her -She's officially a female, the doctor announced- Your hands massaged your stomach tepidly, smoothing away the tensing and kicking fetus. 'Jolyne' as you started to call it, was doing great according to the smiling Gynecologist: Her heart rate is normal, Her position and Growth is as expected, and no abnormalities or problems at all as for now. In addition to comforting Jotaro about your ability to travel without any risks to his baby or his wife.
Generally, Your first ever pregnancy was going well. Your excuse to stay by his side was soon to be born just in another four months.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, concerned.
"Just tired." you were really tired; not from having a living creature deep in your guts, but from everything you went through in less than a year.
"You'll get to rest once we're there" He reached to rub your stomach, enacting a gesture of parental affection.
You knew it was another lie: You'll never be able to rest, You'll never be able to see the lights of a true life. the existence of an untouchable decoration was all you could call your life at this point.
You had no choice: Pretending to be a good wife became what you are, and soon enough, You'll be a good mother who previously pretended to be happy about carrying The Joestar's heiress. Your old self shattered, not a fragment from it was present in your brand new one.
All of them are just looking at the garniture of you, not what your soul carries.
The words hung heavily in the air as they slip past your lips, your eyes glued to the drink in front of you while Jotaro's cerulean ones are staring off into the distance, his fingers placed on the table, inches away from his cup.
A small hum was the only thing you received in response and you felt your heart sink further into your stomach at that. You wanted to look up to at least get a look at Jotaro, but you're too afraid to see just how calmly he must be taking this news in.
You didn't know what you expected. Sure, you and Jotaro had this thing in your teenage years, even shared a kiss once—but it never did go anywhere. Before you knew it, the two of you were getting further and further apart as you both ride through the unpredictable waves of life. You didn't know why you expected him to oppose to your marriage, to question your decision, to stop you.
Jotaro would never do that.
Jotaro had half a mind to ask you if you loved the person you were going to marry, but he thought that was necessary—if you said yes to marrying them, then of course you must love them, so much so that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them.
If he had asked, he would've found out it was an arranged marriage.
"I'm happy for you,"
You didn't know what hurt more, the words he spoke or the genuine tone in his voice. You refused to look at him still, trying to keep your tears at bay and to not break down in front of him—to tell him that this marriage would never make you happy as much as he does.
"Thanks."
Jotaro refuses to look at you too. Too afraid that you might see through his act, afraid you might see how much it hurts him to let you go after years of loving you. His other hand lands on his lap, quietly drumming his fingers on his thigh to calm himself down.
You never could tell him, but it only takes a single word from him and you would do everything in your power to call the wedding off. Perhaps, run off with him and spend the rest of your lives together.
And Jotaro never could tell you that if you wanted him to, he would stop you from going through with this marriage in a heartbeat. Sweep you off your feet and take you away from your future spouse and live happily somewhere where they will never find you again.
You would do anything for him, and he would do anything for you.
Where the God of the Underworld saw you and just knew he needed to have you.
WARNINGS: k1dnapp1ng, stockholm syndrome (?), stages of grief, demeter throwing a tantrum lol
hades/jotaro and zeus arent brothers in this fic bc i dont feel comfortable abt writing jotaro falling in love with and marrying his niece lmao,, also, happy valentines day! lol
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As the king and ruler of the underworld, Jotaro had never found himself interested in whatever was going on above. He barely comes up to even check on his close friends who ruled the sky and the sea as he is perfectly content in just staying in his domain, watching over his subjects, and ensuring that not one tries to leave and escape their eternal punishments. And it's not like he had any other friends he wishes to visit as other gods have already grown to fear him, and most mortals dare not to utter his name.
In one of the moments he decided to check in on the world above, though, his eyes gazed upon a certain woman, her smile so wide that it reaches her ears, her gaze so kind that the ruler of the underworld himself can feel his heart melt. She seems to be playing with the nymphs, her kindness and warmth radiating off of her and the sun hitting her at a certain angle that made her glow in the eyes of Jotaro. The flora and fauna thrive around her as if it was her warmth that gives life to these beauties, but still, the beauty of mere plants cannot compare to that of the being before him.
It wasn't always that the king of the underworld finds himself interested in or attracted to other beings—there was so much work to do in the underworld, after all, and there are days that he can't bring himself to be distracted. However, the memory of the woman, of the light of the sun bouncing off of her skin, of the tenderness of her gaze always pulls him to go back above to relive the moment all over again.
Before he knew it, he found himself watching the woman more often than he'd like.
He brought punishment and demise, while she brought beauty and life. He belonged to the dark, cold underworld while she dances among the bright, warm world above. Wherever she goes, life was sure to follow. She was everything Jotaro couldn't even dream of—everything he doesn't dare dream of—and he wasn't surprised when he felt himself slowly, but surely falling for her.
During the time he spent watching her, he also learned more about her. He learned of her name, muttering it repeatedly under his breath to get a hang of saying it, liking the way it rolls off his tongue with ease. He also learned that she happened to be the daughter of Zeus, one of his closest (and only) friends. It took him quite a while before he finally decided, though the whole time he already knew he would end up with this decision—and he once again left the underworld, this time, to finally visit an old friend and ask for his daughter's hand in marriage.
Jotaro was quite blunt about it and he already made up his mind that he'd still pursue her even if Zeus says no, potentially ruining a lifelong friendship he's had with the god of the skies. Much to his joy, however, Zeus was quick to give his blessing for the ruler of the underworld to marry his daughter—The man is one of the most stable, powerful, and rich gods there is, if there's anyone who Zeus wants to marry his beautiful daughter with, it would be Jotaro.
One problem arises in this visit, however, and that is Zeus informing the other god of his beloved's mother, Demeter. The god of the sky informed the god of the underworld that Demeter would never approve of this marriage, and he would have to find a way to marry his beloved without Demeter knowing or to woo Demeter into giving her daughter's hand. Jotaro—in what he admits to being one of his not-so-proud moments and also not used to communicating with other gods to get what he wants—chose the former.
His dear friend was quick to offer his help and the plan was put into action as soon as they possibly could.
One beautiful afternoon, with the sun high up in the sky, basking the Earth with its warmth, a certain flower that seems out of place suddenly caught your attention. Compared to the vast colors of the other flora, one stood tall and alone, the light of the sun seem to be shining brighter towards it—as if it was beckoning you, calling out to you.
Approaching the said flower, you took the time to crouch down and observe the unique blossom. It has six petal-like tepals—that were white, as pure, and as clean as it can be—surmounted by a cup-shaped corona—as yellow as the stream of sunlight peeking from the curtains of your room every morning, its gentle warmth nudging you awake.
As all humans (and gods) when bewitched by something, you thought of picking the flower and keeping it to yourself. A smile made its way on your face as your hand reaches out, the tip of your finger only managing to graze the white petal before the flower disappeared—and in its place was absolute darkness. The ground suddenly split open in just a blink of an eye and you suddenly felt strong arms scooping you up, and just when you thought of screaming or crying out for help, you were immediately plunged into the darkness, down into the deepest depths of the underworld.
The extremely frightened look that you shot Jotaro when you finally saw who captured you for the first time brought on another sensation that he never had thought he would feel in his life—heartbreak. He swore he could feel the way his heart was torn into two from the way your eyes are wide, pupils constricted, holding back tears, lips as pale and hang open, obviously too stunned to even scream. It wasn't the first time Jotaro has seen others look at him this way, after all, he is the Jotaro Kujo, the ruler of the underworld.
Everyone is terrified of him.
And it was fine if it were others, but you... his dearly beloved... This must be his punishment for forcefully taking you with him, without even giving you a choice. But it's a consequence he is willing to bear, so long as you are by his side, so long as you are his wife, so long as you rule the underworld with him and be his queen.
For the next few days or even months, Jotaro patiently dealt with you as you went through such a traumatizing event. The stages of grief flash through you and you had no other living being to lash out to other than your now-husband.
First came denial; There's no way this is actually happening, right? No. The King of the Underworld himself wouldn't take such an interest in you, surely not! This must be a dream! A hallucination. Had you consumed something bad while you were in the forest? That may be the case. There's no way Jotaro would bat an eye on you when Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, exists. There were times you would verbalize these thoughts to him, and the god of the underworld only gave you a passive look, telling you that this is indeed real and yes, he chose you, not Aphrodite, because in his eyes you are much more wonderful than the goddess of beauty herself.
Then came anger; This isn't fair! How could Zeus and he decide on whom you should marry without even consulting you or your mother first?! Your mother, oh dear, your mother would wreak havoc! She will incite the wrath of the god of the sky and underworld alike just to get her daughter back by her side. Your cowardice falters at the rush of adrenaline in your veins, pointing an incriminating finger towards Jotaro who simply has his usual demeanor still on his face. He never once got mad at you nor did he ever snap back, as someone who can be said as an expert on punishment, he can say that this was his punishment for being selfish.
The bargaining was the second hardest stage for the god. He couldn't bear to watch his goddess get down on her knees, your hands holding his tightly as you sob out.
"Please, please let me go back!" You would beg him, looking up with your cheeks sore from the number of times you tried to rub the tears off of them, "Please, I miss my mother! I'll do anything!"
During these moments, the only thing Jotaro could do was caress your cheeks, trying to get you to stand up and gently wipe the tears from your face.
"The Queen of the Underworld should never get down on her knees in front of anyone." he would remind you, "You are my equal. Mortals, Gods, and Goddesses alike should fear you just as they fear me, you have as much authority as I do, never beg anyone of anything."
It was his own way of avoiding the subject, and his words brought you little to no comfort. Eventually, you gave up trying to convince him, which lead you to the last stage..
Depression.
This was the hardest stage for Jotaro to witness. He can take you being in denial, even being mad and yelling at him to bring you back. It makes him sad whenever you beg him to let you go, but your current state... your current state breaks him.
Physically, you still look amazing as you always do, despite the sunken eyes and the emotionless look on your face. Your energy drained to the last bit, and he worries that you have yet to eat since you've been here. Mentally, however, you were an absolute wreck. You don't speak to him anymore—you don't speak to anyone. You would spend your days curled in on yourself and blankly looking at whatever.
This was the time that the God has put down his cold demeanor, sitting next to you, just giving you company as you both sit in silence, lavishing you with gifts, and giving you small trinkets which may help remind you of your life above and cheer you up. If he was patient with you before, he's even more so now. He was intent on cheering you up, on bringing back the same woman he once observed and fell utterly in love with.
It took some time, but you finally realized that Jotaro was indeed in love with you. His feelings for you were genuine, as proved by how he treated you the whole time you had been here. You had been nothing but rude, and yet, he never once spoke down to you, he reminded you that you're his equal and he has been patient with you as you try to sort out your emotions. Hell, you once were so blinded with rage that you even wrapped your hands around his neck! And yet, he still hadn't laid his hand on you, nor had he told you off.
But truth be told, at that moment, even with your hands wrapped around his neck, intent on killing him just so you could escape and be with your mother again—Jotaro still thought that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon.
And with that... came acceptance.
There was nothing you could do anymore; You are Jotaro's wife, and he is your husband. You are the Queen of the Underworld. This is your new home now, and no matter how much you fight back, it still won't change anything.
The first time you spoke to Jotaro in the same tone that he only heard you use when speaking to others back when he was still observing you, the one filled with kindness and curiosity, his eyes immediately widen at the sudden rapid beating of his heart. He answered any and all questions you may have to the best of his ability, and you nod through most of them while telling him a bit about yourself too. It wasn't the first time you saw him up close... but has the god of the underworld always been this handsome?
His raven hair slicked back with a rebel curled strand resting on his forehead, his thick brows, long lashes, the blues of his eyes that seem to reflect the ocean which made you think that it would suit him to take Poseidon's place instead, the curve of his nose and the cupid's bow of his lips... Whoever his parents are must have loved each other very much for them to be able to create a masterpiece such as himself.
You feel your heart flutter as his ocean blues turn to look at you, a direct contrast to the hues of red of the underworld—and you thought that maybe being his wife and the goddess of the underworld isn't so bad after all.
Slowly and surely, you got to know your husband and he got to know you too. You thought of how odd he was, especially when he was willing to give you your own independence, something that you have never experienced from your own mother so it scared you a bit but Jotaro was nothing if not supportive. It made your heart soar to the skies to have someone finally treat you like an adult, not a child that needs guidance at all times—You understood that your mother only wants what's best for you, but you wish to be able to stand on your own as well.
While speaking with Jotaro about the underworld one day, you suggested having an alternate realm; one where souls who have done a lot of good in their life, where the best souls could go to. It was only a suggestion then, you wanted to get his input as you believe he had the final say in these things—what surprised you, however, is that he had immediately gone to work on creating said realm after you suggested it.
"You rule over this place as much as I do," he reminds you, "Your word is as powerful as mine. Whatever you say, goes."
You weren't quite sure, but that must be the exact moment you had truly fallen in love with him.
It was another day, this time, you and your husband were walking amongst the garden of your domain. It fascinated you how plants were able to thrive even with the absence of sunlight. You turn to look at Jotaro, about to ask him about that before the grumbling sound of your stomach made the both of you freeze in your tracks. His azure gaze turns to look at you, lips on a tight line and you turn to look at the other way, quite embarrassed.
"You're hungry." The god spoke his observation out loud, and you just nodded, still avoiding his gaze.
You have yet to eat a single thing since you've arrived here and you wonder just how it was possible that you still had so much energy. Wordlessly, your husband turns to look over one of the plants, you raise a brow as you watch him examine the fruits, turning them, before finally picking one that he deems to be the best—or at least, worthy enough to satiate the hunger of his dear wife. He turns and shoves the pomegranate in your palms, before turning and resuming his walk.
There was a reason as to why you refused to eat anything Jotro used to give you, but at the moment, as you thought of catching up with Jotaro and the extreme hunger you were feeling, the reason slipped from your mind as you hungrily ate the pomegranate that your husband oh-so-kindly picked for you. You haven't even finished the fruit yet before Hermes, the messenger of the Gods appeared before you, informing you of your mother who promised famine and freezing of the Earth, regardless of the mortals, if her daughter doesn't come home. In your shock, the half-eaten fruit slipped from your fingers and you immediately asked Hermes to take you to the Olympus.
Jotaro hadn't minded Hermes entering his domain, but he immediately turns around when he caught wind that you left the underworld with Hermes. Sure enough, you were gone from where you once stood, and in your place was the half-eaten pomegranate that he had given you to satiate your hunger.
The sound of your name and the familiar feeling of your mother's arms coming to wrap around you was the first thing that welcomed you in the Olympus, Demeter mumbling mindlessly as to how she's missed you, and how she'll destroy Jotaro for even daring to take you away from her. Zeus, your father, stood not so far from the view with his arms crossed against his chest. You had an inkling they were having an argument before you arrived.
You gently pushed her off of you, both of your hands placed on her arms as you look at her with the most convincing smile you could possibly wear.
"I'm fine," you reassure her, "Jotaro had been nothing but kind. He takes good care of me."
"I care for not how kind he has been!" Demeter was quick to refute your statement, "I refuse to allow you to continue this madness! You're coming home with me, else these mortals can go without food and crops!"
You let out a sigh, you missed your mother too—but she was being ridiculous. What do the mortals have to do with your marriage to Jotaro? You open your mouth to speak; tell her how ridiculous she sounds and how Jotaro makes you happy, but before a single word escapes your lips, the sky outside Zeus' abode suddenly rumbles loudly.
The once beautiful and bright sky of the Olympus has darkened, red overpowering the blue as the clouds turn from pure white to a dark color. A powerful aura comes from behind you as someone enters the room and joins the conversation, his footsteps were heavy, and you need not turn to know who it was.
"I'm afraid I can't let you take my wife, Demeter," Jotaro's deep voice bellowed in the room, speaking your mother's name with his voice dripping with dangerous venom. Demeter was about to speak up, challenge the god as to why that would be when she got her answer in the form of Jotaro tossing something towards her way before grabbing your arm and pulling you to his side as carefully as he could.
"(Y/N) has eaten the fruit from the Underworld. She must return and rule it with me."
The half-eaten pomegranate landed on your mother's palm, and you suddenly remember the reason why you have been starving yourself in the Underworld for such a long time. Demeter is silent, scarily so, and you can see a glint of amusement in Zeus' eyes at the sudden turn of events.
Almost as if feeling the calm before the storm, Jotaro was quick to pull you behind him. Just as he did, Demeter suddenly let out a loud screech before a piece of furniture was sent towards yours and your husband's way as your mother childishly threw a tantrum.
The god of the underworld simply looks on as his mother-in-law continues her futile tantrum, face as stoic as ever before deciding that this isn't worth your time or his. Just as he was about to turn and leave Olympus with you, it was an exasperated Zeus—who is not the least bit happy about his furniture being destroyed—who stopped him in his tracks.
Zeus' voice booms out as he finally made a decision, one where no one has to be sacrificed. And that involves you, Jotaro's beloved wife and Demeter's dear daughter, having to spend certain months of the year with your husband, and spending certain months of the year with your mother. Too stunned to speak out from your father's decision, it was Jotaro who protested for you. Demeter protested as well, obviously not wanting you to spend even a single second with that God, but Zeus refuses to hear either of them out, and not one of them could do anything as Zeus has made a decision.
Because of that, You only get to spend time with your husband during certain times in a year.
Through this deal, Jotaro learned that he was right about his assumption of you; Life does follow you, you are the one to bring everything around you to life. As when you are in the Underworld, he watches as the mortals would have to deal with the loss of life of their crops on Earth. Likewise, whenever you were on Earth, it was those in the underground who watches as life leave Jotaro's eyes for the next few months—only to return when you're finally by his side once again.
part 6!jotaro kujo + never getting used to how good your lover looks in a suit, always losing your train of thought when you see them dressed in one
Jotaro is the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, tall and mysterious, muscular but soft in all the right places with gorgeous eyes to boot. You consider yourself lucky, now on your wedding day, so blessed to be spending the rest of your life with someone like him.
There’s idle chatter happening all around you, voices bleeding into one another as the soft music of the band punctuates each conversation. A champagne flute dangles from your fingers as you stare at your husband from across the room. He’s with his mom, a gentle smile on his face as she reaches up to stroke his cheek fondly. What really draws your eye, though, is his suit. You hadn’t had the time to process it during the ceremony, not really, but now you had all the time in the world to take in the cut of the garment.
His suit is tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and the expanse of his chest. It makes his waist look tiny, and you have to resist the urge to race over there and wrap your arms around him and squeeze. Jotaro had worn suits a few times over the years, pulling them out of the back of the closet for special occasions, but you can’t remember the last time he’d looked this good. You drag your eyes up and down his form, committing it to memory.
“Hello? Hellooooo?” Polnareff is waving a frantic hand in front of you, a playful smile on his face. “We’re gonna go dance. You coming?”
You don’t pull your eyes away from Jotaro as you respond, “Yeah, yeah. Right behind you.”
Polnareff and Kakyoin roll their eyes teasingly, one of them stepping behind you to start pushing you out onto the dance floor. You get into the groove of things, laughing and dancing with your friends for a few songs before Jotaro joins you, one of his arms looping around your waist. He greets you with a warm smile and a kiss to the crown of your head. You tug him in by his lapels then, cooing about how good he looks in his fancy suit before bringing him in for a chaste kiss.
Jotaro Kujo was handsome, beautiful even, and, best of all, he was yours. You couldn’t be happier.
It was a smarter decision for Steely Dan to put his stand on Joseph- but you have to admit, it'd be pretty funny if he put it on Jotaro and Jotaro still punched him immediately before he could explain, and went flying backwards himself
If The Lovers entered Jotaro's body instead of Joseph's, he'd beat it by sheer survivability. He'd punch the shit out of Dan of Steel (that localized name slays me btw) and not even flinch himself, he's just Like That. He's built different, I tell you.
If Lovers entered Jotaro he would've been like "I'm still gonna punch him because I'm strong and edgy so I can survive Star Platinum's strength" and the he just fucking gets the beating of his life.
hello bunny, your event is so cute! can i request abbacchio + “This is my favorite picture of us.” please?
i hope you have a lovely weekend! <3
69. “This is my favorite picture of us.”
It wasn't uncommon for Abbacchio to leave for a few days whenever Buccellati assigned him a new mission. Being away from him for so long always made you sad, but you would always feel better when he got back. On this occasion, he had been gone for three days on a mission with Mista. It just so happened that Valentine's Day was coming up, and you wanted to surprise him when he arrived back at your shared apartment.
The day before he got back, you went to the store to pick up some things. The first place you stopped was the candy aisle; you grabbed a box of expensive chocolates. After that, you stopped by the section with the alcohol and picked up his favorite wine; He had gotten over his alcoholism, but he still liked to drink wine on special occasions. Finally, you swung by the flower cooler and grabbed a bouquet of red roses. Once you had gathered everything you needed, you paid for the items and left.
After you left the grocery store you stopped by the drugstore. The other day, you had dropped off some camera film to be developed. Once you had gotten home, you went through the photos and picked out the best one. It was a photo of the two of you together; Abbacchio was facing the camera, and you were kissing his cheek. You had to admit it was pretty cute. As soon as you got home, you put the photo in a pretty wooden frame and put it on the end table next to the couch.
The next day, you got a text from Abbacchio saying he would be back by six o'clock. A few hours before then, you set everything up. You put the chocolates on the table, and scattered some rose petals around the house. At five thirty, you picked up some takeout from a local restaurant you and he frequented. By the time you got back, Abbacchio was almost at the apartment. You quickly put the food down and ran to your room to get ready. You put on a nice outfit, and some jewelry your boyfriend had previously bought you.
By the time you were finished, Abbacchio was walking through the door. You left your room and greeted him with a tight bear hug, which he reciprocated.
"Good evening, amore", he said, a small smile gracing his lips.
You returned the greeting and eagerly tried to lead him to the kitchen. Before he followed you, however, something caught his eye. He picked up the framed photo off the end table and looked at it questioningly before smiling even wider.
"This is my favorite picture of us," he said, gently placing it back on the table.
"I think I'd have to agree," you said with a grin.
okay before i start, i would just like to say feminism, women’s rights, equality. now that that’s out of the way: domestic kink. dropping out of school and becoming his pretty little housewife. cleaning all day and cooking dinner when he gets home every day. being spoilt with pretty dresses and necklaces for knowing your place.
never doing anything without his approval. when someone asks you a question, you look at him and he answers for you. him telling you that his favorite thing about you is that you stay silent and obey him like a good woman should. just constantly overeager to please and obey him, needy and desperate for his approval like a little puppy.
part 3!jotaro kujo + “if i don’t kiss you right now i might die” vibes
There’s a gash in his side, a bruise forming just below his eye, but all Jotaro can think about as he sits, restless and aching, in the backseat of the car is how badly he wants to kiss you. Maybe it’s his hundredth near-death experience this week, or the way you look at him with that gentle, concerned expression, but he can’t seem to shake the desire to pull you close and crash his lips into yours, to kiss you until he’s breathless and flustered. To kiss you until he can’t feel the pain anymore.
“Jotaro, are you feeling okay?”
He knows you’re speaking to him, knows that words are falling from your mouth, but all he can do is watch your lips move and nod. He’s a man starved, lost in the desert with no hope in sight.
When the group finally gets back to the hotel, Jotaro’s out of the car in an instant, one hand coming up to gingerly clutch at his side and the other wrapping around yours, pulling you along with him towards the elevator. He has the decency to grumble an explanation of “needing to just sleep the damn pain off” before disappearing into the elevator.
The second the doors slide shut, it’s as if a dam breaks, emotion flooding to the surface before Jotaro can think to stop it. He needs to kiss you like he needs to breathe, like he’ll die if his lips don’t meet yours.
Without so much as a second thought, and ignoring the burning pain in his abdomen, he brings his hands to your face and pulls you in, his lips finally, finally, meeting yours. It’s like a sigh of relief, a breath of fresh air, everything he’s been craving and more. His side no longer stings, his face no longer throbs. Instead, all Jotaro feels is you.
He pulls away after what feels like an eternity, and just as he desired, he’s panting in your arms, his lips brushing over yours with every breath. “Sorry,” he mutters, your face still cradled in his palms, “I got carried away. I couldn’t wait.”
The elevator dings and you jump, the tension broken if only for a moment. When you focus on Jotaro again, you let out a sigh before saying, “Let’s get you to bed before you even think about kissing me like that again, got it?”
With a roll of his eyes and a chaste kiss to your forehead, Jotaro allows you to drag him to bed, happy to have finally gotten the kiss he longed for.
