Knowing your Worth Part 1: self insert x Jotaro Kujo
Warning: dark content such as implied SA (past) (There is some fluff in this I swear)
⨠Other than that, enjoy â¨
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"Fuck." Artie sighed in an exhausted tone as they had finally walked into their apartment after a long day's work and slid down to the floor, back against the door itself, not wanting to move for days. Their body ached and felt as if they were numb. Work had been getting a lot harder, especially with the long hours just to make ends meet. Although Artie had blamed themselves for requesting to stay later than usual just for the money, it was the best they could do. They didn't like it, but they were in an abnormal amount of debt this year alone, sure they have enough to get by, but sometimes the bills can rack up pretty fast as living alone and away from family gets hectic when you're on your own.Â
The job they had wasn't paying much in the mornings and afternoons recently which led to Artie taking a more different, and scandalous, approach during the evenings and nights
Months ago an older gentleman who appeared to be in his 50s, whom Artie had never met, had noticed their financial struggle and offered to be a sugar daddy of sorts in aid of their need. Of course they begrudgingly agreed since they needed some more money coming in. Their mistake. Not only will their decision lead them into more riches, but it came with a toll on their mental and physical well-being.Â
As time passed, Artie had never felt more disgusting than being the gentlemen's plaything and doing everything he had ordered to do, whether that would be dressing up in certain outfits for him, taking more naughty pictures and videos, or even committing more sinful and dirty acts in person at a cheap hotel. Half the time, the man would never follow up on his end of the bargain by the end of the night even though he had promised to give them money in the first place. Sometimes they would literally beg him to cut the shit out and give them the money so that they could leave. Most times he would be manageable and toss the money to them as if they were some low life prostitute, but most times recently, he became more malicious as he would force more devious and sexual acts out of them. Breaking them down to the very core until there was nothing left but an empty husk where a person once was. His twisted and demented self enjoyed it too much and thought it was all good fun, but slowly with each time this occurred, Artie was losing their sanity and how they viewed themselves as a human being. They would see nothing but a toy to be used when they would go back home and look into the mirror, showering up in hopes to make them clean and to get rid of this sin. They just hoped that their family or friends never knew about what they were doing.
Artie had been more quiet than usual, especially if they were out with friends. Normally they would try to talk, or vent to their friends first and give them advice as to what to do, but they felt as if they were too deep in at this point and there was no use in trying to escape. If someone asked they would always put up a mask and say that they were tired. What they didn't know was that their friend Jotaro had been keeping a close eye on them and how their mental health had been declining. Everytime the two had been around each other, or even talked to one another, he would be very observant of their movements, tone, and facial expressions. Even the look in their eyes was beginning to look darker and clouded with grief each day. He knew something was up.
After a short while, Artie had moved up from the doorway entrance to the shower, this time washing the sweat that had built up throughout the day.Â
"Gross," They muttered to themselves, "But at least I'll be clean in no time."Â
Sooner or later Artie had gotten out of the shower, changed into clothes that were more comfy such as a long sleeved black shirt and black shorts, wanting to finally rest and lie down and hopefully getting some well deserved rest. They had texted their sugar daddy, letting him know that they were very tired and overworked, and that they'll swing by tomorrow. Followed by the sound and motion of them turning off their phone for the rest of the day.Â
Eventually a knock was heard at the door and Artie sighed. "Please don't let it be him, please." They begged as they got up and made their way to the door and took one last deep breath and opened it. To their surprise it was only Jotaro. "O-Oh Jotaro it's uhâŚonly you," Artie stammered, not expecting him to come by of course. Jotaro gave a small grunt in response as Artie had let him in. The feeling of dread that they felt earlier was washed away by a more calming aura. That's how it normally felt with him around, "I wasn't exactly expecting you to come by. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Anything at all?"
"I'm fine, thanks." Jotaro responded.
"Well I'll get you some water anyway. It's hot out. I still can't believe you'll wear your jacket out in this weather. Aren't you hot at all?" Artie asked, trying to make small talk as they made him a glass of water.
"I'll be fine, but I'm not exactly here to talk about the weather."Â
It went silent for a moment as the two looked at each other. Then without a word, Jotaro approached Artie calmy, gently grabbed their hand and placed a small envelope into their palm. Artie immediately looked at what he had placed and carefully inspected it. For such a small mail carrier it felt like something huge was inside, but light like paper. They carefully opened it and felt completely frozen with what they saw. It was money. Possibly thousands of it here. They sat down on one of the chairs at the table nearby, going through every bit of it. The silence was still lingering in the air as Artie couldn't think of what to say. They weren't exactly expecting to get something like this. They wanted to hug jotaro, thank him obviously, and tell him how much they're grateful for this, but that can happen later. All that came out of their lips was,Â
"Where did you get this?" They asked as their voice turned soft.
"I called the old man and told him what was going on," Jotaro responded, "It wasn't easy to try and explain things to him."
"Explain what?" They asked, "I mean, I really am grateful. Seriously Jojo I don't think I have enough words to express how I feel, but I really don't deserve this."
Jotaro went silent for a bit as he tilted his hat downward, hiding his face, "The old man insisted on giving it to you. He also insisted and made sure that I needed to watch over you and take care of you."Â
"Protect me from what? I don't understand. What exactly did you tell Mr. Joseph?"
Jotaro fell silent again.
Jotaro had looked up, now with the two of them making eye contact. His stare turned serious and his green eyes turned more cold but sharper like ice.
"I know what's been going on."
