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Gett Off - enemy!diego gets put in his place and well...

inspired by this fanart

cw: sub!diego, dom!reader, reader is kinda mean, degradation, use of 'slut' and 'whore', semi-public, humiliation, mild dacryphilia, mild footplay (im not into feet guys :/), begging, genuinely just filth.

diego brando. 

the absolute bane of your existence. the biggest pain in your ass to exist. try as you might to like him (and god, have you tried), it was near impossible when he’d strut around like he owned whatever building he entered. when he held his chin up so high he made sure he was looking down on you every time you spoke. his arrogance just pissed you off, his very voice alone finding a way to get under your skin unlike anyone else's. 

he felt the same way about you, of course. when it came to boasting about victories or his god-given talent, nobody could deny that while obnoxious…it was true. as much as anyone wanted to shut him up, nobody came close to his level of talent. 

other than you. 

and that really pissed him off because it meant that for once in his life, dio had competition. you were graceful in a way that made it hard to pick up on weaknesses yet somehow just as ruthless in overtaking those ahead of you. you were unpredictable and wild and everything he couldn’t stand to be up against. there had to be some way, something he could take advantage of. 

that was how the two of you ended up in what was originally agreed to be a friendly competition between you both. an easy race where winners and losers didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but naturally, the titles still applied to you both deep down. to accept defeat to him, even in a friendly race, would be a disgrace. 

to your surprise, all was going well for the first section of the race. it was just the two of you, so it wasn’t like rules could be easily enforced, but he seemed to be playing fair — never getting too close and keeping his mouth shut for once — though honestly that irked you more. he had to be up to something, but what? 

“you know, you’re not half bad,” diego drawled as he caught up to you, a familiar glint in his eyes that screamed trouble. “Too bad your horse seems a little down today.” 

your eyebrows furrowed, not wanting him to think he got to you, but you were in utter confusion trying to decipher what he was trying to say. your horse was fine, was it not? she was running like usual and she showed no signs of slowing down or becoming weaker. 

“what’re you on about, brando?” you called back, and that was when it hit you, or rather, your horse. you hardly had time to process the way he had rammed his own horse a little more to the right, enough for it to distress your horse and nudge it just slightly, causing you to jump. it seemed like karma was on your side though, because despite his efforts and his usual precision, something about that sharp move had thrown his own horse off balance, causing it to move in a jagged way that ended up with his body on the ground — a loud thud against the otherwise silent field. 

“dio, you dick!” 

your voice was the first real noise he heard when his moment of being winded was over, and he pushed himself up slightly on his forearms, still a little dazed from the fall. your horse was somewhere off to the side now and you were left towering over him with your arms folded and a stern look that told him he was about to get an earful from you. 

“you think that’s funny? trying to push me off my horse?” god, your voice was irritating. he’d tell you to shut up if he wasn’t currently on the ground and trying to regain some more breath, afraid his voice would sound too weak otherwise. “i should’ve known an asshole like you was up to something. why’d you have to be such a pain all the time?” 

diego scoffed at your words, attempting to push himself up to retort with another one of his snarky insults before he was pushed down harshly again by your foot — the heel of your boots digging into his chest slightly. not enough to hurt him, but to keep his already weakened body down. “oh no you don’t,” you frown, a little harsher than you’d normally speak and clearly he’s quite taken-aback by your tone too, though it’s hard to tell underneath that cat-like scowl he’s giving you. “you’re lucky i don’t make you eat dirt you piece of shit.” 

“you’re such a—” he’s cut off by his own hiss of pain when your foot presses into his lower abdomen again, and it’s then that he really realises the situation he’s in. the pressure on his abs and the way you’re speaking to him as he lays there helpless on the ground, and for a man who loves winning more than life itself, he’s suddenly thrilled to be in such a position. or at least his body is anyway — a shiver running down his spine that he curses because this was so wrong to him. 

as much as he tries to will it away, it’s too late. at the lack of a harsh insult, your eyes flicker down on instinct to find what could only be a tent in his pants and a reluctant flush on his cheeks, and you don’t know whether to laugh or to run away. you settle for lifting your foot off of him instead, but the second the pressure is gone, diego’s hips twitch back up in a pathetic attempt of regaining some of it again. “n-no—” 

you both freeze at that, equally surprised. diego brando — the bane of your existence, the biggest pain in your ass to exist — was beneath you, practically begging you to step on him. you had to chuckle at how ridiculous this whole thing was, your heel digging into his pelvis harder than before, to which he let out a groan. broken, unsure, yet so very desperate for more. 

“are you seriously getting off on this?” ignoring the way your own body is heating up, you choose to taunt him instead because after the stunt he pulled? he deserved to be embarrassed. “you’re such a freak.” your boot trailed lower down anyway until it was finally resting against where he needed you the most — the print of his dick that he knew was leaking stupidly in his boxers with every insult you spat at him.

“s-shut up,” he managed to choke out, hips grinding up in a smooth but slow rhythm against you to try and relieve the heat that was consuming him whole. a breathy moan escaped his lips at a particularly good angle, the heel brushing over his already sensitive tip just right to make him pant like a dog beneath you. “just let me…” 

“like hell i will,” your voice cut through his ragged breaths. there was no way you were just gonna let him take control like this when he was this pathetic. what would that make you? “you don’t even deserve to cum after your little stunt back there.” 

a hand shot up to grab at your ankle before you could even think to pull away from him, and when his eyes met yours? the breath was pulled out from your lungs. never had you seen someone look so depraved yet ashamed before now — his eyes a little glossy from what you could only assume was from being edged and humiliated like this by something so degrading. “please—” 

but still, diego couldn’t help but to keep pleading for more. for friction and for release because if he couldn’t get it then he felt he might die from both crippling embarrassment and sexual frustration. “‘m sorry, okay? ‘m so so sorry…just don’t stop…” seeing him like this was something you never could have imagined, but you were undoubtedly loving every second of seeing him like this beneath you. knowing that he could only squirm and beg for me. 

“such a slut.” you tisked, grinding your heel a little to match his own movements, and you swore he nearly came right then when you called him that, a strangled noise falling from his lips in pure bliss. “the great diego brando getting off like a whore.” 

“god—fuck—it feels so good…” it was said quietly, but you had of course heard it, just like every other debauched noise you were pulling from him. “maybe you should thank me considering i’m doing this for you.” he gasped when you pressed down harder again, his head falling back sinfully at how good the pain felt. 

he didn’t care for anything anymore. titles, respect, competition. he just needed to cum already. needed some sort of relief so he could just move on and act like this had never happened. maybe move away so he would never have to see you again. “thank you! oh—thank you so much…” 

diego’s hips began bucking wildly against you now, defying the previous rhythm you had established — a telltale sign that he was close. that along with the way his fingers were digging into the grass like it would save him. “i’m close, ‘m so close,” he whined, eyes squeezing shut before you demanded they stay open and on you again. “please let me cum— i need it so badly…promise i’ll never bother you again, i just—” 

“just shut up and cum already, brando.” 

your sharp words had diego seeing white as his orgasm came crashing over him in unforgiving waves, a silent scream being torn from his chest as he came in his pants like a stupid virgin, all while you watched with that look of interest hidden by a mask of disgust that he felt was the reason he was cumming more than usual, if he were being honest. 

after a long moment in which he caught his breath and managed to get to his feet again, albeit a little unbalanced, he was turning his back to you in a miserable attempt to hide the stain that had leaked through onto his pants. how the hell was he getting back home now? 

“we don’t—” he sighed, too fucked out to sound intimidating, especially after whining like he was in heat — but attempting to at least sound serious. “don’t speak to me again.”

hope this was a good enough return post after so long TT

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Gett Off - enemy!diego gets put in his place and well...

inspired by this fanart

cw: sub!diego, dom!reader, reader is kinda mean, degradation, use of 'slut' and 'whore', semi-public, humiliation, mild dacryphilia, mild footplay (im not into feet guys :/), begging, genuinely just filth.

diego brando. 

the absolute bane of your existence. the biggest pain in your ass to exist. try as you might to like him (and god, have you tried), it was near impossible when he’d strut around like he owned whatever building he entered. when he held his chin up so high he made sure he was looking down on you every time you spoke. his arrogance just pissed you off, his very voice alone finding a way to get under your skin unlike anyone else's. 

he felt the same way about you, of course. when it came to boasting about victories or his god-given talent, nobody could deny that while obnoxious…it was true. as much as anyone wanted to shut him up, nobody came close to his level of talent. 

other than you. 

and that really pissed him off because it meant that for once in his life, dio had competition. you were graceful in a way that made it hard to pick up on weaknesses yet somehow just as ruthless in overtaking those ahead of you. you were unpredictable and wild and everything he couldn’t stand to be up against. there had to be some way, something he could take advantage of. 

that was how the two of you ended up in what was originally agreed to be a friendly competition between you both. an easy race where winners and losers didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but naturally, the titles still applied to you both deep down. to accept defeat to him, even in a friendly race, would be a disgrace. 

to your surprise, all was going well for the first section of the race. it was just the two of you, so it wasn’t like rules could be easily enforced, but he seemed to be playing fair — never getting too close and keeping his mouth shut for once — though honestly that irked you more. he had to be up to something, but what? 

“you know, you’re not half bad,” diego drawled as he caught up to you, a familiar glint in his eyes that screamed trouble. “Too bad your horse seems a little down today.” 

your eyebrows furrowed, not wanting him to think he got to you, but you were in utter confusion trying to decipher what he was trying to say. your horse was fine, was it not? she was running like usual and she showed no signs of slowing down or becoming weaker. 

“what’re you on about, brando?” you called back, and that was when it hit you, or rather, your horse. you hardly had time to process the way he had rammed his own horse a little more to the right, enough for it to distress your horse and nudge it just slightly, causing you to jump. it seemed like karma was on your side though, because despite his efforts and his usual precision, something about that sharp move had thrown his own horse off balance, causing it to move in a jagged way that ended up with his body on the ground — a loud thud against the otherwise silent field. 

“dio, you dick!” 

your voice was the first real noise he heard when his moment of being winded was over, and he pushed himself up slightly on his forearms, still a little dazed from the fall. your horse was somewhere off to the side now and you were left towering over him with your arms folded and a stern look that told him he was about to get an earful from you. 

“you think that’s funny? trying to push me off my horse?” god, your voice was irritating. he’d tell you to shut up if he wasn’t currently on the ground and trying to regain some more breath, afraid his voice would sound too weak otherwise. “i should’ve known an asshole like you was up to something. why’d you have to be such a pain all the time?” 

diego scoffed at your words, attempting to push himself up to retort with another one of his snarky insults before he was pushed down harshly again by your foot — the heel of your boots digging into his chest slightly. not enough to hurt him, but to keep his already weakened body down. “oh no you don’t,” you frown, a little harsher than you’d normally speak and clearly he’s quite taken-aback by your tone too, though it’s hard to tell underneath that cat-like scowl he’s giving you. “you’re lucky i don’t make you eat dirt you piece of shit.” 

“you’re such a—” he’s cut off by his own hiss of pain when your foot presses into his lower abdomen again, and it’s then that he really realises the situation he’s in. the pressure on his abs and the way you’re speaking to him as he lays there helpless on the ground, and for a man who loves winning more than life itself, he’s suddenly thrilled to be in such a position. or at least his body is anyway — a shiver running down his spine that he curses because this was so wrong to him. 

as much as he tries to will it away, it’s too late. at the lack of a harsh insult, your eyes flicker down on instinct to find what could only be a tent in his pants and a reluctant flush on his cheeks, and you don’t know whether to laugh or to run away. you settle for lifting your foot off of him instead, but the second the pressure is gone, diego’s hips twitch back up in a pathetic attempt of regaining some of it again. “n-no—” 

you both freeze at that, equally surprised. diego brando — the bane of your existence, the biggest pain in your ass to exist — was beneath you, practically begging you to step on him. you had to chuckle at how ridiculous this whole thing was, your heel digging into his pelvis harder than before, to which he let out a groan. broken, unsure, yet so very desperate for more. 

“are you seriously getting off on this?” ignoring the way your own body is heating up, you choose to taunt him instead because after the stunt he pulled? he deserved to be embarrassed. “you’re such a freak.” your boot trailed lower down anyway until it was finally resting against where he needed you the most — the print of his dick that he knew was leaking stupidly in his boxers with every insult you spat at him.

“s-shut up,” he managed to choke out, hips grinding up in a smooth but slow rhythm against you to try and relieve the heat that was consuming him whole. a breathy moan escaped his lips at a particularly good angle, the heel brushing over his already sensitive tip just right to make him pant like a dog beneath you. “just let me…” 

“like hell i will,” your voice cut through his ragged breaths. there was no way you were just gonna let him take control like this when he was this pathetic. what would that make you? “you don’t even deserve to cum after your little stunt back there.” 

a hand shot up to grab at your ankle before you could even think to pull away from him, and when his eyes met yours? the breath was pulled out from your lungs. never had you seen someone look so depraved yet ashamed before now — his eyes a little glossy from what you could only assume was from being edged and humiliated like this by something so degrading. “please—” 

but still, diego couldn’t help but to keep pleading for more. for friction and for release because if he couldn’t get it then he felt he might die from both crippling embarrassment and sexual frustration. “‘m sorry, okay? ‘m so so sorry…just don’t stop…” seeing him like this was something you never could have imagined, but you were undoubtedly loving every second of seeing him like this beneath you. knowing that he could only squirm and beg for me. 

“such a slut.” you tisked, grinding your heel a little to match his own movements, and you swore he nearly came right then when you called him that, a strangled noise falling from his lips in pure bliss. “the great diego brando getting off like a whore.” 

“god—fuck—it feels so good…” it was said quietly, but you had of course heard it, just like every other debauched noise you were pulling from him. “maybe you should thank me considering i’m doing this for you.” he gasped when you pressed down harder again, his head falling back sinfully at how good the pain felt. 

he didn’t care for anything anymore. titles, respect, competition. he just needed to cum already. needed some sort of relief so he could just move on and act like this had never happened. maybe move away so he would never have to see you again. “thank you! oh—thank you so much…” 

diego’s hips began bucking wildly against you now, defying the previous rhythm you had established — a telltale sign that he was close. that along with the way his fingers were digging into the grass like it would save him. “i’m close, ‘m so close,” he whined, eyes squeezing shut before you demanded they stay open and on you again. “please let me cum— i need it so badly…promise i’ll never bother you again, i just—” 

“just shut up and cum already, brando.” 

your sharp words had diego seeing white as his orgasm came crashing over him in unforgiving waves, a silent scream being torn from his chest as he came in his pants like a stupid virgin, all while you watched with that look of interest hidden by a mask of disgust that he felt was the reason he was cumming more than usual, if he were being honest. 

after a long moment in which he caught his breath and managed to get to his feet again, albeit a little unbalanced, he was turning his back to you in a miserable attempt to hide the stain that had leaked through onto his pants. how the hell was he getting back home now? 

“we don’t—” he sighed, too fucked out to sound intimidating, especially after whining like he was in heat — but attempting to at least sound serious. “don’t speak to me again.”

hope this was a good enough return post after so long TT

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had to try and explain what a headcannon is to one of my friends today and felt like such a chud

i thought everyone knew what that was...😅😅

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Hello, I've stumbled upon your account a day ago and have been devouring your Jojo-headcanons content like a starving animal. I love your characterizations and how incredibly well-written they are. It feels like you are one of the only people who actually understands the character motivations and personalities, and it's a pleasure to read what you make with them. Thank you kindly for your awesome work!

i literally just opened tumblr and saw this and this is literally the sweetest thing ever thank you so much !! :( i always try my best when writing the characters so it's reassuring to know that other people enjoy the way i write them 🥹

i'll definitely be writing more soon as i have some more free time now and hopefully will have my reqs open again quickly !!

but again thank you for this ilysm ToT

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why is cinema etiquette just...dead now?? i watched the new Michael movie today and oh my gosh it was amazing. like literally teared up cause Jaafar jackson played him so unbelievably well it felt like it was really him on the screen. the only issue was that there were so many kids there that had clearly only gone because it's trending. like, there's nothing wrong with that in itself because yeah, if a movie looks good and is popular, you're gonna see it, and i think it's amazing for so many younger kids to know pop icons like michael jackson, and to learn about him and all. it only becomes an issue when they take one picture to post and then talk obnoxiously loud and literally run around for the rest of the movie TT if it's boring then leave?? i don't understand why they'd pay for a movie they don't like - let alone disturb everyone else and act surprised when people are shushing them...this wasn't just one or two either, it was the majority of the room i was in it was unbearable. i miss when people would go to the movies to actually watch movies and talk quietly.

honestly i think it's a problem with young people not having a lot of space to hang out too. i mean, there's obviously an issue with the behaviour of the younger generation where i live, including my people my own age which is crazy, especially in the country i live in right now, but having nowhere fun is just leaving bored kids to choose any place to hang out for a while, like a cinema, even when they're not interested because where else is there?? the park? the mall? it's the same three spots, and it pushes kids that actually like going to the cinema away. social media is honestly also a little at fault but i'm not gonna go into that TT

just a silly rant i guess but i wonder if it's just my area or other people notice the same thing :p i've been ranting a lot i think it's honestly exams making me a hater but also whadahel

also just a little side update - i swear to johnny joestar that i will be uploading again soon. you know it's serious because i'm swearing on my bootylicious king.

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➽────── gojo…has a girlfriend. ──────❥

a/n ~ hopefully we liked this instalment of the frat verse! i really enjoyed this series! geto next..?

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gojo knows he’s in trouble when he starts planning things days in advance. real planning, too.

not the lazy “yeah let’s hang out” texts he used to send girls at two in the morning. not the effortless, thoughtless flirting he could do in his sleep.

this is different. you’re different, and it scared him a little, if he’s being honest. because somewhere between the matcha dates and the dinner dates and the multiple galleries you’ve gone to and the nights spent sitting in his car talking long after he should’ve driven home, gojo realized something deeply humiliating.

he likes you in a way that matters. not casually or temporarily or in the fun, fleeting way that he’s used to.

he likes knowing how you take your coffee. likes the way you get quieter when you’re tired. likes the tiny furrow between your brows when you’re concentrating on something. likes that you still roll your eyes at him even after kissing him.

especially after kissing him.

and god, the kissing. he thinks about it constantly. the one that replays in his head was from two weeks ago, outside your apartment after dinner one night, your hand loosely curled in the front of his hoodie while he leaned down into you, slow and careful like he was trying not to scare the moment away. your fingers brushing his jaw while he smiled against your mouth. his hands settling at your waist instinctively every time he saw you.

little kisses in parking lots. outside cafes. against your front door while you quietly told him he was being clingy.

he’s never taken things slow before. usually he’s impatient, careless, all instinct and confidence. with you, he finds that he doesn’t mind it, because every time you look at him softly, every time you text him first, every time you lean into him without thinking, it feels earned. like he’s building something instead of just chasing it.

which is why, on a random thursday afternoon, when he texts:

gojo: come over tonight

gojo: please

your typing bubble appears almost immediately.

you: dramatic

he grins.

gojo: is that a yes

you: sure

and suddenly gojo’s entire body goes into crisis mode. he bolts upright so fast he smacks his knee on the edge of his desk. “fuck.”

downstairs, toji yells, “what’d you break now?”

gojo sprints down the stairs, mind reeling. “didn’t break anything. but she said yes to hangout.”

toji doesn’t even glance up from the couch. “congratulations. your girlfriend agreed to see you.”

gojo points aggressively. “she’s not technically my girlfriend yet.”

geto looks up from his book. “yet?”

gojo freezes. “…shut up.” but then he’s thinking about it.

girlfriend.

the word sits warm in his chest, and suddenly tonight can’t just be a hangout anymore. it has to be perfect.

by six o’clock, the frat house looks unrecognizable, mostly because gojo’s terrorized everyone out of it. he also voluntarily cleaned. there isn’t a speck of dust in sight.

“you’re kicking us out,” toji says flatly.

“temporarily.”

“for a girl.”

“for my future wife,” gojo corrects automatically.

geto bursts out laughing. toji looks physically ill. “jesus christ.”

“leave,” gojo says, shoving at them both toward the door. “go be unemployed somewhere else. or get a girlfriend, like choso.”

“he’s there all the time,” geto says, giving toji a look. “i’ve never seen you leave the house.”

“i leave the house,” he says indignantly. “at least i get action.”

“i get plenty of action,” geto splutters on his way out, the pair arguing until the house empties and the door shuts. gojo stands alone in the suddenly quiet living room and exhales.

okay.

he can do this.

he ordered from your favorite thai place earlier, double checking your usual order from the notes app in his phone like a psychopath. there are flowers on the counter again because now he can’t stop buying you flowers. your favorite movie is already queued up on the tv.

everything smells faintly like takeout and the candle he panic-bought an hour ago because you said you liked how that specific scent reminded you of a bakery.

he stares at the room. fixes a pillow, fluffs it up. checks his phone. checks the food. checks his reflection.

“i’m gonna throw up,” he mutters. then, five minutes later, the doorbell rings, and his heart nearly exits his body.

the last few weeks have felt strange. you've felt strange. the way your phone is suddenly always full of gojo. dumb pictures from campus. blurry selfies where he’s making some ridiculous expression. random messages at two in the afternoon saying things like this guy in my lecture looks exactly like toji if toji had brown eyes and blond hair and lizard lips.

the way your friends - specifically choso's girlfriend - have started looking at you knowingly every time his name comes up. the way you’ve stopped pretending not to smile when he texts you.

it’s unsettling, honestly.

you thought gojo would lose interest after the chase ended. thought eventually he’d get bored once he realized you weren’t going to melt every time he flirted with you.

instead, he got more attentive and affectionate and obvious. like once he realized you liked him back, something in him relaxed completely. he reaches for your hand constantly now, like it belongs there. kisses your forehead absentmindedly while talking. he remembers things you mention once in passing and brings them up weeks later like it’s nothing.

and every time he looks at you, there’s this softness in his expression that catches you off guard so badly it almost makes your chest hurt.

you don’t know what to do with that kind of sincerity, especially because you’re realizing you’d miss it terribly if it disappeared.

you’re still thinking about that when you stand outside the frat house later that night, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before ringing the doorbell.

the door swings open two seconds later and gojo’s standing there slightly breathless, hair messy, eyes wide. he's wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats, and looks unfairly good despite the fact that he looks out of breath. “…hi,” he says.

you stare at him. “did you just run a marathon?”

“no.”

“so you just look athsmatic on a daily?”

“irrelevant,” he says quickly, stepping aside to let you in. “come in.”

you walk inside slowly, immediately noticing how suspiciously clean everything is again. you narrow your eyes. “did you disinfect the walls?”

gojo shuts the door behind you. “maybe.”

“and it smells like a candle store in here.” you turn to face him, small smile on your lips. "it's that scent i like."

“yep.”

you stare at him for another second, then at the living room, the movie already paused on the screen, the takeout containers neatly set out. the flowers, again.

your chest does that annoying thing, again.

“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter softly.

gojo’s grin flickers nervous around the edges this time. “is that bad?”

“i haven’t decided.”

he laughs quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. you set your bag down while gojo hovers nearby awkwardly, like he wants to kiss you hello but is overthinking it.

you look up at him finally. “…what.”

“nothing.”

“liar.”

“okay,” he says immediately. “i wanted to kiss you.”

you roll your eyes a little, but step closer anyway. his hands settle automatically at your waist when you tilt your head up toward him, and the second your lips touch, he melts.

every time.

it still surprises you a little, how gentle he is with you. gojo kisses like he’s trying to savor something, slow and warm and careful, like he’s still amazed you let him do this at all.

when you pull away, he follows for half a second unconsciously before catching himself. you smile faintly. “clingy.”

“yeah,” he says, entirely unashamed. “really bad actually.”

you laugh softly under your breath and it makes him look stupidly pleased with himself.

god.

you’re so in trouble.

later, you’re curled up together on the couch, your legs draped over his while the movie plays quietly in the background mostly ignored. gojo’s fingers are tracing lazy patterns against your ankle absentmindedly while he talks about something to do with campus drama.

you’re not really listening. you’re watching him instead.

the way he smiles halfway through stories and the way he talks with his hands when he gets excited and the way he keeps looking over at you like he’s checking you’re still there.

it’s strange. you’ve dated people before. talked to people before.

but nothing has ever felt this…safe. with gojo, you never feel like you have to perform coolness or detachment. you don’t have to calculate texts or pretend not to care.

he just likes you, openly and fully. without making you guess. somewhere along the way, you realized you’ve started doing the same thing back. the realization settles warm in your chest right as gojo suddenly goes quiet beside you.

you glance up. he’s staring at you again. there’s that look.

“what,” you murmur.

he hesitates this time. something about that instantly makes your stomach tighten. gojo sits up a little, suddenly nervous enough that you can practically feel it radiating off him.

“okay,” he says. “don’t laugh.”

your brows lift slightly. “that’s never a good start.”

“seriously.”

you study him for a second before nodding once. “…okay.”

he exhales slowly, then reaches beside the couch. flowers again. pretty lilacs. you stare at them, then at him, and suddenly your heartbeat is enough to make you dizzy.

“gojo…”

“wait,” he says quickly, already looking panicked. “lemme finish before i psych myself out.”

you go quiet immediately. he shifts closer on the couch, holding the flowers carefully now and handing them to you. you hold them softly in your lap, looking at him, and for the first time since you met him, satoru gojo looks genuinely scared.

not nervous-flirty, or awkward. scared. like your answer matters too much.

“i know this is probably stupid,” he says quietly. “and i know we haven’t been doing this for that long, but—” he laughs softly under his breath. “i really like you.”

your chest aches instantly.

“and i think,” he continues carefully, “you might actually be the first person i’ve ever wanted something serious with. i've...i've never had a girlfriend. like, a real one. or dated. it's always been just casual with people but with you, i.—i want something else, y/n.”

your throat tightens. gojo looks down briefly before meeting your eyes again. “i just…” he smiles nervously. “i wanna keep doing this. all of it.”

you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like this before, like you’re something precious. he looks at you like you're something he's terrified of losing before he even really has it.

“so,” he says softly, “can i be your boyfriend?”

and suddenly everything in your chest goes painfully warm, because the answer has been obvious for weeks now. probably longer. you just didn’t realize how badly you wanted to hear him say it out loud.

gojo notices your silence almost immediately and starts panicking. “okay, wait, actually don’t answer yet if you don’t want—”

you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. harder this time, more certain. his breath catches sharply against your mouth, his hands tighten instinctively at your waist. you pull back just enough to feel him chasing your lips again, and you smile softly.

then whisper against his mouth, "obviously."

the look on his face afterwards makes your heart feel hopelessly, utterly gone.

gojo kisses you like he still can’t quite believe this is real. the flowers get abandoned somewhere on the couch between you as he pulls you closer, one hand warm against your waist while the other slides carefully up your neck. his thumb brushes along your jaw and you feel him smile shakily against your mouth when you kiss him back harder.

“obviously,” you’d whispered.

and he genuinely thinks that might be the best thing anyone’s ever said to him. “you’re my girlfriend,” he says suddenly against your lips, sounding a little dazed by it.

you snort softly. “don’t make it weird already.”

“too late,” he murmurs immediately. “i’ve been weird about you for, like, a month.”

you laugh quietly into the kiss and something about the sound seems to make him lose composure entirely, because suddenly he’s kissing you deeper, more desperate now that he knows for sure you want him too.

his hands slide up your waist carefully, fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of your shirt while he leans into you fully this time, warm and dizzying and so obviously gone for you it almost makes your chest ache. you can feel him smiling against your mouth.

“and boyfriend,” he murmurs between kisses, sounding a little stunned by it. “you called me your boyfriend.”

“i actually didn’t,” you mumble back.

“basically did.”

“delusional.”

“happy,” he corrects softly.

your stomach flips annoyingly hard and you kiss him again before he can see it on your face.

that seems to completely derail his remaining brain function. his grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you closer against him until your legs are tangled together on the couch, and suddenly the whole thing feels warmer somehow. slower.

the movie’s still playing quietly somewhere behind you, forgotten entirely now. gojo kisses like he’s learning you by memory and every time you kiss him back harder, he melts for it instantly.

it's addictive, honestly. you pull back just enough to breathe and his eyes open slowly, half-lidded and fixed on your mouth like he’s trying very hard to think about anything else and failing miserably.

he looks ruined already. you almost laugh. “you’re staring again,” you murmur.

“can you blame me?”

“yes.”

“that’s unfair.”

you hum softly, fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. he visibly shivers at that.

interesting. your eyes narrow slightly and gojo notices immediately. “…what.”

“nothing.”

“that look means something.”

“you’re sensitive.”

his face goes pink instantly. “i’m not sensitive.”

you drag your nails lightly against the back of his neck again just to test it. his breath catches then he glares at you weakly while you try not to smile.

“you are,” you say quietly.

“okay,” he mutters, voice already rougher now. “maybe a little.” before you can answer he pulls you back in, exhaling sharply against your mouth, one hand sliding up your side carefully before settling at your jaw, tilting your face toward him deeper.

you end up half in his lap at some point without either of you acknowledging it. his fingers brush against the bare skin just under your shirt and he pauses for half a second like he’s checking if that’s okay. when you nod, he pulls it off of you, breath catching in his throat because is dream girl is in a bra and shorts sitting in his lap, on his couch. and dream girl = his girlfriend. his girlfriend. his girlfriend.

your heartbeat feels ridiculous now. gojo keeps mumbling little things against your lips, his hands sliding up over your stomach, over your chest to cup you over your bra.

pretty girl.

my girlfriend.

you're so beautiful.

every single one makes your stomach flip over harder. “you talk too much,” you whisper finally, trying very hard to sound unaffected while he kisses along your jaw.

“can’t help it,” he murmurs against your skin. “i’m having, like, the best night of my life right now.”

you laugh softly and comb your fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. he goes still, and you remember that he's sensitive there, and you smirk a little. “what?”

gojo just looks at you. “nothing,” he says quietly. “i just really, really like you. and you have no idea how long i've been wanting to kiss you.”

"we've kissed before," you say.

“yeah, but now it’s official kissing. official kissing and you're in a bra.”

you stare at him flatly for half a second before laughing despite yourself.

he looks at you like you hung the moon personally. it makes your chest ache in this unbearable, warm way. “c’mere,” he murmurs quietly.

you barely have time to process the words before he’s kissing you again, slower this time, sinking deeper into the couch with you half sprawled against him.

he stares at you straddling him and he hoodie off, cheeks tinged red. you have to will your expression to stay neutral - you knew gojo was fit, but he was hiding that under his clothes?

talk about sleeper build.

"i know, i know," he says smugly, like he knows what you're thinking, and you click your tongue, scraping your fingernails down his chest to pull a reaction out of him. his abs tense and he moans softly, immediately going a deeper shade of red after like he's embarrassed of the sound.

gojo looks horrified immediately after, one hand flying up over his face while the other stays firm at your waist like he physically can’t let go of you now. “fuck,” he mutters into his palm. “ignore that.”

your brows lift slowly. “was that a moan?”

“no.”

“sounded suspiciously like one.”

“i’m choosing not to participate in this conversation.”

you laugh softly and his eyes flick back to your face instantly, expression helpless. there’s something almost unfairly endearing about him like this. satoru gojo, campus flirt, serial menace, chronic ego problem, completely ruined because you scratched your nails down his chest a little.

you drag your fingers lightly over his stomach again just to see what happens. his entire body tenses beneath your hand and his lips part slightly, eyes screwing shut. “…you’re evil,” he says weakly.

“you're sensitive,” you correct, dragging your nails up until they scrape softly against his nipples. he whines again, both hands gripping your waist so hard you're sure there'll be bruises tomorrow.

“y/n--”

you hum innocently and kiss him again before he can recover and his hands are sliding along your thighs carefully. you kiss him slower this time, feeling the way he exhales softly against your mouth when your fingers slide into his hair again. he leans into it instinctively, head tilting just slightly into your touch.

affection-starved, you think suddenly.

the realization makes your heart hurt. gojo acts like someone who’s always wanted, always chased, always desired, but this version of him feels different. softer around the edges, like nobody’s ever really held him gently before.

your hand brushes his cheek. his eyes open immediately. “what,” he whispers.

you shake your head once. “nothing.”

he studies your face for a second like he knows there’s more to it than that, but then your thumb brushes over his bottom lip and his thoughts visibly short-circuit again. “you’re really pretty,” he says quietly, like it just slipped out.

“you’ve said that already.”

“yeah, well.” his hands tighten slightly at your waist. “still true.”

your chest feels dangerously soft. you kiss him again, addicted, and his hands slide back over your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin through your shorts. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. you circle his nipples again gently and he makes another quiet sound before catching himself. your eyes flick up immediately, his face goes red on impact.

“don’t,” he warns weakly.

“don’t what.”

“look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’re about to make fun of me.”

you smile a little against his mouth. “you keep making noises.”

“you keep touching me,” he shoots back instantly, scandalized.

you laugh softly and his expression goes completely helpless again. god. he looks so gone for you. your fingers slide through his hair slowly and he leans into your hand instinctively, eyes fluttering shut for a second. something about that tiny unconscious movement makes heat curl low in your stomach.

you kiss along his jaw this time just to feel him shiver. “you’re doing that on purpose now,” he murmurs. "you're evil."

you smile and his hands drift carefully beneath your thighs, pulling you closer against him until your chest is pressed against his bare skin. you can feel his heartbeat now. it's fast. really fast. you glance down briefly, then back up at him. “you nervous?”

“terrified, actually.”

you kiss him down his neck now, sucking at the junction of his collarbone, and one of his hands slides up your back carefully, fingertips brushing against your bra strap before settling there. "can i take this off?" he murmurs, voice strained from restraint, and when you nod against his skin he exhales almost in relief, unclasping it with practiced ease.

you’re looking at him with your hands in his hair and your lips swollen from kissing him and trusting him enough to let him touch you like this, and for once in his life, gojo feels almost overwhelmed by how badly he wants to do everything right.

“still okay?” he asks quietly.

you nod once. his hands slide the straps carefully down your shoulders, slow enough that it makes your skin prickle, and his breath catches softly when the fabric falls away completely.

for a second, he just looks at you in silence. your face warms. “don’t stare.”

“can’t help it,” he murmurs honestly, hands coming up to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. there's genuine awe all over his face like he can't believe he gets to have this. gets to have you.

the warmth of his bare skin against yours makes everything feel hazy. the room smells faintly like the candle still burning somewhere behind you and the forgotten takeout on the coffee table and gojo’s cologne.

it’s dizzying. he kisses down your neck again, slower than before, and your fingers tighten in his hair when his mouth brushes over your chest. he groans softly at the feeling, forehead dropping briefly against your skin. “fuck,” he whispers quietly.

you feel warm everywhere now and when your hands tug his hair again he groans before kissing you deeply.

the room feels smaller suddenly. warmer. his hands are everywhere all at once but still careful somehow. you shift against him and both of you freeze for a second when you feel how hard he is beneath you.

gojo’s entire face goes scarlet instantly.

“…sorry,” he says automatically.

you stare at him then laugh softly in disbelief. “did you just apologize to me?”

“i don’t know,” he mutters, horrified. “i’m having a very difficult evening.”

you laugh again and he looks so lovestruck hearing it that your heart twists painfully. his expression shifts when you roll your hips onto his lap again, his eyes screwing shut.

"can you--shit." all words die in his throat and he just holds you tighter to him, rocking your hips together, the friction sending heatwaves up the both of you.

"you sensitive here too?" you tease, and his protests turn into whimpers when you lean down and lick a long stripe up his chest, tongue circling his nipple. his hands squeeze your chest, head falling back against the couch cushions when your hands fumble to pull down his sweats, just enough to see the prominent bulge in his boxers.

your heart lurches. you'd heard the campus rumours, but...

"holy hell," you mutter softly when you take his cock out, the tip already blushing red and leaking furiously as it slaps against his stomach. gojo's panting, ears red now too, unable to look you in the eyes.

"stop teasing," he whimpers when you thumb his slit carefully, giggling as you slowly pump your hand down his cock, the pace agonizing.

those campus rumours - go-all-night gojo. seven-inch satoru. (whatever beast between that man's legs is not seven inches. the rumour must apply when he's soft. surely.)

all that talk about stamina, and how "good it is," and all that gossip that used to make your eyes roll.

imagine your surprise when gojo gargles out a moan, hands gripping your thighs tightly, and he cums, cock twitching as he shoots his release across your chest and his stomach.

you go silent.

"i--i swear i usually last longer, fuck," he rambles, mortified. he looks genuinely devastated, bright red all the way down to his neck, chest rising hard while he looks up to the ceiling in complete horror.

“i swear,” he repeats weakly, voice cracking a little. “i’m not usually this pathetic.”

you’re still half laughing, wiping some of the mess from your chest with the edge of his abandoned hoodie. “you came in under a minute.”

“please don’t say the numbers out loud,” he groans immediately, dropping his head back against the couch cushion. “jesus christ.”

"you're a loser," you say fondly. "pathetic as hell."

“okay,” he says, pointing weakly at you. “you were literally in my lap half naked playing with my hair like some kind of evil siren. let’s not act like this was entirely my fault.”

you grin a little and his expression softens helplessly immediately there’s a beat before he sighs dramatically, dragging both hands down his face. “this is horrible. i finally get my dream girl and i blow it in ten seconds.”

"well, we're not done, are we?" you say, giving him a look. gojo swallows thickly, eyes following how his cum drips down the curve of your chest, before snapping back up, shaking his head quickly.

"n--no. not done yet. if you..if you wanna keep going."

"i do," you whisper, kissing his jaw again, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.

“c’mon,” he whispers softly against your lips, arms wrapping tighter around you as he stands carefully from the couch with you still clinging to him.

you laugh quietly in surprise, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. “show off.”

“absolutely,” he murmurs, kissing you again as he carries you toward the hallway.

the bedroom door bumps open behind him a second later.

and when he lays you down against the sheets afterward, looking at you like you’re something unbearably precious, your chest aches with the realization that this means far more to you than you ever planned for it to.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

okay, maybe the rumours were true. go-all-night satoru was pretty accurate. you'd been able to make a couple observations for yourself, too.

1. gojo trembles when he's close. his legs start to shake and he begs. (you tease him about this. actually, you think he likes it when you're a little mean to him.)

2. he keeps going, even if he's shooting blanks. (embarrassment doesn't exist to him, seven rounds in. he just wants to keep going.)

3. though the rumours all claimed his favourite position was doggy, he had you in any way he could see your pretty face. ("wanna see what you look like when you cum", he'd said.)

-> that being said, you'd say (from field research), that he enjoyed cowgirl the most.

4. eight and a half inches.

5. he's a tits guy. definitely.

6. he looks at you too much during sex. like, he won't break eyecontact once you’re into it, like he still can't quite believe it's happening.

7. he is, unfortunately, yours.

8. you think you might be his too.

. . . . . . . . . . .

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this is genuinely art.

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haven't been spending much time on tumblr as u know, but i've come across some typa gossip accounts for writers on here and wtf?? idk if it's just me but i find it kinda...eugh. on one hand i get some people calling weird behaviours out but shitting on people's writing because you don't like it and sending hate trains + harassing people, especially for rumours, is so weird TT

this is why i could never cope with being a bigger blog cause imagine waking up to a million hate anons/comments because someone anonymous decided to create rumours abt u or shit on u cause they didn't like your, idk, toji x reader x diego 10 page smut fanfic like hello

ik nobody is prolly gonna see all this or care cause again, i'm not a big blog and this is just a rant, but i feel like a lot of fandoms, especially the bigger ones and those who write for them, have become so toxic and hostile towards writers it's really sad. never once have i felt so bored i feel like i have to hate on someone. recently, for example, i realised i was following a blog that started to reblog some...questionable things that don't align with my morals - so i blocked them and moved on. that was literally all it took. people being so obsessed with sending hate is ruining so many fandoms, especially the jjk fandom, which used to be one of my favs, and still is a fun space with the right people - but is now riddled with toxicity. it's to the point i catch myself feeling like i can't write certain things even tho i know it's nothing crazy or dark.

idk why people love being messy so badly over 2d fictional characters omfg. puhlease go outside and you will realise your boredom can easily be cured by picking up a new hobby or going for a walk.

[rengoatku]

Fratjo gets his wisdom teeth removed

A loud knock jolts you from your focus, your stationery practically shakes from the force. You murmur to yourself, “What now?” Irritation evident in your voice as you push yourself out of your seat at your desk and head towards your dorm door.

You’re met with a very groggy, very out-of-it Satoru.

“Satoru? What are you doing here — why have you got gauze in your mouth?”

He pushed past you with a groan and flopped down onto your bed as if he owned it. “Just got my wisdom teeth removed, sweets.” His words were slurred, almost incoherent. You stared at him, pondering why on earth your fuck buddy was coming to your dorm out of all places after just having his teeth extracted.

“Aren't you going to cuddle me?”

You snorted at his garbled words, the idea being so foreign that the only reasonable reaction was to laugh. “Satoru, we never cuddle after you visit, we high five and one of us leaves after getting dressed.” The white-haired man’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at your words, “But… why would I not want to cuddle my girlfriend?”

Hold on, girlfriend?

How many painkillers was this guy on?

You moved closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing your hand up and down his shin. “We aren’t dating, Toru. We just hook up sometimes, remember?” You tried to sound as kind as possible, lowering your voice so as not to embarrass him. Satoru however just shook his head, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth as he sat up.

“Nuh uh, we are dating because I’m sooo in love with you, pretty girl.” He tried to smirk but his cotton-stuffed mouth prevented that, instead, he ended up looking a tiny bit lopsided.

You froze, eyes wide, mouth agape at his confession. “You don’t mean that, you’re practically high from how many meds you’re on.” You tried to get up but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the bed with him. “No, I love you.” He repeated in a sing-song voice, nuzzling his head into your hand.

“My girlfriend, let me love you...” You felt him starting to fall limp against your hand, eyes wavering as he fought a drug-induced sleep. You signed, leaning closer in to press a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “We can talk about whatever that was tomorrow, Toru.”

“Let me love you… don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah…”

“You listen to Justin Bieber?”

“Suguru played it in the car, told me to serenade you…”

And with that, he was asleep.

a/n: perceive gojo as incoherent pls and ty

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bro megumi fics are something else, especially the fluff. tell me why every other character gets nice, sweet fluff and megumi's somehow always ends in angst, doom, and despair?? this guy CANNOT catch a break damn 😭

i love it tho

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sooo inactive lately cause school has been kicking my ass and i'm always ill but hopefully should get some writing done soon TT

ily guys!!

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PLEASE COULD U WRITE HOW THE JOEASTARS (and jobros too..) WOULD GET JEALOUS IF SOME DUDE TRIED TO ASK U OUT OMG IM ON MY HAND AND KNEES PLS PLS PLS PLS I LOVE UR WRITING UR A GOAT

i decided to do a separate post for the jobros, so a pt2 will come out at some point! you can tell where i got a little lazy though...

ᢉ𐭩 characters: jonathan, joseph, jotaro, josuke, giorno, jolyne, johnny

jonathan

being that jonathan came from an upper-class family, events such as dinner parties and extravagant balls were nothing out of the

ordinary. an expectation. this evening in particular was his turn to host, according to whatever customs were set in place among these groups. 

with your help, the night went smoother than smoothly. the mansion was grand and had enough room for everyone to enjoy themselves. there were men in expensive suits and women in large, poofy gowns accompanying them. as jonathan’s partner, you spent most of the evening together, though naturally at some point you had gotten separated while going to greet different guests. 

just as you had started to search for him again, you felt a presence behind you, followed by a call of greeting. in front of you now was a man you hadn’t seen before, but it was obvious he was another noble by the fabrics he wore. “apologies, but i couldn’t help but notice you as you walked past.” right from the introduction, and the way he announced his title so proudly after, you knew he was another one of those snobby men you couldn’t stand. you ought to have rejected his advances right away, but he wouldn’t spare you a second to talk — far too occupied rambling on about whatever legacy his family held and how they ‘desperately require an heir.’ 

typical. 

in the midst of your boredom, you hadn’t even noticed the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend behind you until he placed a gentle yet polite hand to your waist. “there you are,” he smiled with a softness that screamed adoration, before his attention turned to the man in front. jonathan couldn’t lie — the idea of another man trying to court you made his stomach twist uncomfortably. you were his love. his heart. how could he not feel a little protective over you when someone tried to take that away from him? 

regardless, he gave the man a polite smile and greeted him, choosing to keep his protectiveness silent, but it was loud in the way he held you slightly tighter, almost as if silently asking if you were uncomfortable at all. “ah, forgive me. i wasn’t aware they had a partner.” the man chuckled, a little too laid-back for jonathan’s liking — he should be somewhat more apologetic, the thought — but he accepted the apology anyways, not wanting to come across as rude or cold, though you could see the mild tension in his jaw as he eyes the other man with distrust. 

“it’s alright. we’ll be on our way now,” he then turned his head to look at you again, all tension in his body relaxing when he noticed you looking at him too, and he felt a little more at ease. “there’s a cake i wanted you to try.” he tells you, and the thoughtfulness makes you giggle softly. 

the moment you had both walked off together, out of earshot and eyesight of the stranger, jonathan let out a soft sigh, a large hand moving to rest against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd of people. “are you alright?” because he has to check. has to know you’re feeling safe and content. “did that man bother you at all?” 

he was relieved when you shook your head. “i’m fine, but i’m half-asleep,” you admitted, which made him chuckle. “he just kept rambling on about nothing.” jonathan, having grown up around people like this, understood all to well, and although physical displays of affection were seen as vulgar in settings like these, he couldn’t resist sneaking a kiss to your temple. “well you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night. hopefully i won’t bore you as much.”

“never.” you murmured back with a smile.

joseph

joseph could not believe the nerve of this man. he had only stopped somewhere to use the bathroom quickly, leaving you stood outside of the building waiting for him to finish up, and when he came back out he saw some random man speaking to you — or more accurately — flirting with you. 

it had only been two minutes, and yet there the guy was trying to charm you, flashing you a toothy grin that made his blood boil, especially once he had reached out to brush your hair a little away from your eyes. it was obvious you were caught by surprise with the whole thing in how you seemed at a loss for words, but before you could actually say anything, joseph was already at your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

“i’m back, darling,” he announced exaggeratedly, the use of the nickname making you cringe a little internally because he never called you darling. that didn't stop him from continuing with this act, however, eyes flickering up to the other man’s face, watching how his previous confidence fell a little. “and who may you be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his words drawled out like some sort of judgemental old woman, which made you bite back a chuckle. 

“oh, uh—” the man didn’t even manage to get a word in before joseph was cutting him off with a smug grin, leaning forwards slightly like he was interrogating the guy, which he honestly kind of was, looming over him and questioning him like that. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you were making the moves on them.” he pulled you closer to his side like he was signalling that you were taken. that you were his and he had no interest in you. 

the other guy clearly got the message, his hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze flickered between you and joseph, looking more than disheartened now. “sorry, i didn’t realise—” a huff from joseph cut him off again, your boyfriend shaking his head dramatically, conveying disappointment. “well now you know, so i’d suggest you back off and leave us alone.” 

being that he was almost twice the other man’s size, the stranger before you seemed to simply nod in obedience, a smart decision considering joseph had a history of starting fights with those he found to be scum, which in this case, he definitely did. nobody had the right to try and take you from him after all! you were his! he snickered when the guy scurried off with another muttered apology, squeezing your shoulder gently as he watched him retreat. “what an idiot— thinking he was in your league.” joseph scoffed, turning back to you with a grin of pure victory, like he had just won a trophy or something. he was so full of himself sometimes. “now, how about we go for food? all that drama has me starving.”

jotaro 

“can you pick one already?” you groaned. 

you had stood there watching him stare at the spine of about thirty different books already, and none of them were remotely interesting. books about planes and boats and marine life — nothing like the type of books you usually read. on one hand, you couldn’t complain all too much. you had dragged him around to plenty of different stores too, so it was only fair he had his turn. but on the other hand, you could feel yourself aging faster from just how long you were waiting for him to choose something already. 

“don’t rush me,” he grumbled, no bite to his tone with you, but clearly very serious about whatever this was. “if you’re bored you can go look at something else.” 

right. you had free will. how could you forget? 

your legs carried you to whichever section of the bookstore interested you the most, and when you reached it your mood had increased significantly. eyes skimming and stopping on a particular title, you reached out to grab it without realising another hand had reached for the same book at the same time until your fingers brushed. 

a little startled, both you and the stranger pulled your hands back, and when you looked over at him to apologise, he was already doing the same. “it’s okay. you take it.” you offered, feeling nice today. you hadn’t exactly come here yourself, so it wasn’t like you were desperate to buy anything. “no, no, you should have it.” the stranger shook his head to your surprise. “i insist.”

giving him a grateful ‘thank you’ you pulled the book off of the shelf and looked over the cover. meanwhile, the stranger was still looking you over. “you know, you’re really beautiful,” he suddenly spoke up, the compliment making you pause. was he…hitting on you? 

“yeah, they are.” 

the deep, rough voice was unmistakable behind you, one hand in pocket and the other moving to hold onto your hip with that familiar possessiveness. it wasn’t a surprise to you when you looked over your shoulder to see jotaro there, his expression somehow more brooding than ever, and there was a dark look in his eyes that told you he was more than ready to beat the crap out of this guy if he had to. 

“they’re also my partner,” he added with a snarl, uncaring of how he came across because who the hell was this guy to him? “so scram before things get ugly.” heat rose to your cheeks at that. the guy didn’t know you were taken! he was just trying to shoot his shot and be nice. you couldn’t help but pity the slightly nervous look on his face as he peered up at your giant of a boyfriend. “jotaro…” you mumbled, trying to calm him. 

“hey, hey — i didn’t mean any trouble,” the man held his hands up like surrender, clearly knowing there was no use in arguing. “i didn’t know they were taken. my bad.” still, jotaro was uncaring, his jealousy bubbling up rapidly in his chest. he didn’t say anything else, though. just kept a tight hold on you while glaring at the guy like he was two seconds away from either cussing him out or tearing him to shreds. 

either way the man didn’t wanna find out which route he would take, wasting no time in turning around and walking in the opposite direction — books be damned. he could come back another day after all. 

jotaro didn’t leave your side after that. as much as he scoffed seeing the guy hurry away, and despite his grumbled ‘idiot’ when the situation was over, you noticed how clingy he was now. “you’re practically stepping on my toe here,” you snorted as you paid for the book you had grabbed from the shelf, your boyfriend lingering withing an arm’s length at every turn you made. 

“tch,” he turned away like he was annoyed with your comment, your audacity, but that faint blush on his olive cheeks gave him away, no matter how low he tiled his hat. “i’m not. you’re annoying.” 

josuke 

where the hell were you? 

josuke had spent far too long searching around the school for you already, and it was starting to get tiring — especially with the summer heat cursing morioh this year. okuyasu had begged him to come to the nearby store with him to get a cold drink, and he had naturally agreed and thought to get you one too. he always kept you in mind after all. 

but when he returned he couldn’t find you anywhere. 

one of your friends he’d bumped into told him you were probably in the cafeteria by now. feeling a little silly because he hadn’t initially considered that idea, he made his way there with a small smile on his face. he’d gotten your favourite flavour, so it was sure to make you smile. 

eventually, he found you among the busy room, but when he laid eyes on your table, his expression faltered for a split second. not because of you — but because there was some other guy sat opposite you. some other guy that looked way too pleased with himself, leaning back all cocky in a way that made his brows furrow and a wave of annoyance and uncertainty washed over him. 

he wasn’t sure why, but he really wanted to march over there and pull that guy away from you. it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed male friends, because of course you were — but this guy was clearly trouble — and after approaching and hearing something that sounded awfully close to “saturday night,” josuke knew he had to say or do something about this.

“hey,” he greeted you, placing the drink in front of your tray and taking a seat beside you. right away his arm was around your shoulder — casual but almost claiming — a silent statement to say that you were definitely not seeing this guy on saturday if he had anything to say about it. “got you this. your favourite.” he shot the guy a glance at that last word before turning back to see you smile. 

of course, he had nothing to worry about with you. you were way too loyal to even think about hurting him like that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get on his nerves a little seeing this guy act so confident like he had a shot. he was so flustered he didn’t know how to act. does he warn him? act nonchalant? this hasn’t happened before…

“you need something?” 

the words flow out easily, a tone of distaste in every word that’s only further emphasised by the bored raise of his eyebrow. you almost laugh at the sight. 

“just talking to them.” the guy replies, eyeing josuke suspiciously almost, as if trying to understand if you two were actually together or not. “well if it’s not important then quit wasting our time.” josuke doesn’t mean for it to come out as rude as it does. he’s trying to be nice — he really is! but it’s just so hard when all he wants to do right now is have you to himself without some other guy stealing all your attention away. “can’t you see you’re disturbing us?” 

looking between you and josuke and seeing that you don’t respond to tell your boyfriend to be more polite, the guy gives up quickly, understanding that there was no point, and that his arrogance wouldn't work on you. “what a jerk,” the guy mutters as he gets to his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he storms off like a sulking child. 

the switch up was incredulous, josuke’s indifference melting into a pout right away, and he huffs quietly before leaning back against his seat. “who even was that guy?” he murmured, arms folded over his chest. “couldn’t he see you weren’t interested?” 

you don’t get a chance to even speak or attempt to reassure him before he’s taking your drink in hand and taking a sip. a small one, sure, but a sip regardless. “i spent so much time finding you and getting you this — slurrrrp — and that’s what i come back to?” 

his thievery earned him a swat across the arm. 

giorno 

“ehi, scusi,” 

turning your head around to find some guy calling after you wasn’t part of your plans for today. just looking at him told you he was another one of the many mafiosos that inhabited napoli. the all-too-casual demeanour didn’t help his case either. “you’re looking great today. how about i take you out for coffee sometime?” 

you hadn’t shook your head faster. you were supposed to be meeting at a nearby restaurant with giorno soon who had a meeting to attend beforehand and had told you he’d meet you there. you had no time to stop and chit-chat, and you definitely had no plans of grabbing coffee with another man when you already had your own.

“mi scusa, but i’m in a rush,” you hardly spared him a glance, yet he still persisted, trailing after you like he was desperate beyond belief for some sort of acceptance from you. “awh, c’mon — it’s just coffee,” he insisted, trying so obviously to get you to look at him. notice him. “you got a boyfriend or something?” 

a sigh escaped your lips and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that trying to outrun this guy wasn’t going to work. “yeah, i do.” still, the man’s face hadn’t dropped into that disappointed expression you were anticipating, and instead you watched his lips curl into a grin — one that told you he wouldn’t give in this easily. 

“who? some nobody?” he snorts, shaking his head. “give me a chance, eh? i’ll show you what being with a real man is like.” whatever angels where watching over you found the perfect time to chime in because it was then that a black car pulled up by the side of the road next to you.

out came giorno who had briefly witnessed the situation as he was being escorted to the restaurant, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut and he asked the driver to pull over. “amore,” he greeted with that cool yet undoubtedly soft tone of voice, approaching your side and pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to face the man in front of you with a neutral expression. unreadable. 

“is this your boyfriend or —” the stranger trailed off, his jaw falling slack mid-sentence once he registered who the hell was actually in front of him. his blood ran cold and you had never seen such fear in another person’s eyes before. nothing like this. “y–you…boss!” 

in an instant he was bowing obediently to giorno, both out of respect and a plead for mercy, knowing that you would inevitably tell him everything if he hadn’t already seen it. how he had insulted him. “is this man bothering you?” there was a subtle sharpness to his voice as he spoke, like he was struggling to hold back from saying or doing something stupid. he was far from pleased right now, but he couldn’t risk acting foolishly or upsetting you any more than you might already be. 

“i’m fine,” you simply replied to the other man’s relief, and he let out a more than nervous chuckle. “i had no idea this was your partner, signore. believe me — i wouldn’t have—” the moment giorno raised his hand, however, the man was silenced, eyes practically bulging out from their sockets as he waited anxiously for whatever giorno would say. 

“run along and make yourself useful.” 

jolyne

this wasn’t really happening, right? 

there was no way in hell someone was seriously hitting on you while she had turned her back for one moment to throw something in the trash. yet despite how many times she rubbed her eyes and blinked, the man in front of you didn’t disappear. rather, he was leaning in even closer to you with a toothy grin that made her skin crawl. 

“you like japanese?” the guy practically purred, tilting his head a little in an attempt to be charming. it only made jolyne’s fists clench at her sides though. “there’s a new place open a few blocks away. meant to be good. wanna go?” 

a strong hand wrapped around your wrist the moment the words left his mouth, and suddenly you were being tugged away from the man and beside jolyne instead. “hey, i dunno who you think you are but they’re taken.” it surprised you just how hostile her voice was, but then again — this was jolyne — and she’d be damned if anything threatened her relationship with you. you meant too much to her, and you knew that all too well. 

“woah— i didn’t know!” the guy retorted with a frown. “jeez, woman. you don’t have to be so aggressive.” 

oh, now she was more pissed. 

“yeah? well you do now, so beat it.” she scowled like she was about to pounce at him while clinging to your arm like some attention-starved puppy all the same, dragging you in the opposite direction without a second thought because she really didn’t wanna have a back and forth with this guy right now.

“the nerve of some people,” she grumbled as the two of you walked off, her hold on you relaxing a little now that you were away from the guy. “if he ever tries to hit on you again, i’ll kick his ass.” 

your amused laugh made her soften almost entirely, and a smile graced her lips in return, chuckling at her own behaviour. “it’s not funny. i’m serious, y’know.” she watched as you shook your head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her body leaning against yours more now. 

“i know.”

johnny

lazy afternoons like these were always sweet, especially with johnny. the warm sun on your skin, the gentle breeze and the slow rhythm of everyday life. you hadn’t done much besides go for a short stroll with him, stopping at a market to buy some fruit that was now in season. the intimacy of doing such mundane things never failed to enchant you both. 

“i’ll have two of those, please,” you asked the guy behind the stall, who nodded kindly and placed two fruits into a bag for you, handing them over once you paid. “grew them myself. they’ll taste great.” you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to be rude while tucking your change back into your pockets again. 

“i don’t think i’ve seen you around before,” the man continued despite your lack of response. “you live around here?” giving him your politest smile, you nodded at his question. “i moved not too long ago.” 

“ah, figures. think i’d remember a face like yours.” 

you pause at that comment, eyes flickering to johnny who you had quite literally handed the fruit to, implying you had come together, before looking back to the face behind the stand. “i’m right here?” johnny frowned, clearly unimpressed with that little attempt at flirting, his hands clutching the bag on his lap in irritation. 

“there’s a new play in theatre in town,” the man didn’t seem to care or acknowledge johnny whatsoever, which had his blood boiling in rage. “you like theatre? we could go sometime. on me.” the audacity this man had was beyond him, and he was stunned at what he was hearing and seeing before him. 

“did i not just tay she’s taken?” johnny speaks up again, his voice a little rougher now, catching the attention of both the man’s now bored face and a few people nearby. “no, you didn’t.” the man deadpanned, making johnny snarl. “think you’re funny, huh?” 

he reached over his laced his fingers with yours, shooting the guy the filthiest glare he could muster up before already beginning to push his wheels to drive him away. “let’s go already,” he grumbled, more than displeased with whatever this was. “before i punch this guy in the jaw.”

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Heyyy I have a question of the day and a request!

Question: What's one place you've always thought about traveling to?

Request: I’m not sure if this counts as more nsfw? But could you do headcanons of the Joestars getting caught in a really sexual/explicit position with the reader on accident, and their jobro walks in on them?

ty for the question!! if i could go anywhere i'd love to go to italy. anywhere in the south especially. it's similar to my culture, and i speak the language a little but i've never been. hopefully someday!!

notes: i didn't include jolyne or johnny because as much as i love them, it's late for me and i'm so tired so i hope the rest make up for it!!

jonathan

“we really shouldn’t—” jonathan’s reasoning was cut off by your lips pressing into his again as you kept him against the wall of one of the distant rooms of his mansion. you were supposed to be cleaning until he showed up and you got a little…distracted, to say the least. “c’mon, jojo,” you purred as you pulled back just enough to talk to him. “i’ll be quick, i promise.” 

“w-what do you mean?” he was cut off by his own gasp as you reached down to cup him through his pants, his cock already hard just from some kissing. he definitely knew what you meant, but he had to confirm, right? “wanna make you feel good,” you just hummed against his ear, his soft moans music to your ears as you palmed his erection, lips attacking his neck with gentle kisses. 

his hips soon began to rut up into your hand, his body growing increasingly needy with each passing second, and it was almost cute hearing the breathy noises he was making as his head flung back against the wall. “k-keep going…please,” jonathan pleaded, his voice shaky and slightly hushed to avoid alerting anybody’s attention. it wasn’t like they were in the bedroom after all. anybody could just innocently walk and and see this. 

and walk in they did. 

“jojo, are you in here? i’ve been looking for you everywhere!” speedwagon was the poor, unfortunate soul to stumble across the two of you in such a position, your hand very clearly fondling jonathan’s hard-on making it impossible to mistake what you were doing. “my goodness! i apologise, i wasn’t–i should’ve—” 

the yelp jonathan let out would be comical if it were in a different context. you quickly retracted your hand and jonathan cleared his throat rather aggressively to make sure his words didn’t come out all breathy when he spoke. “no need to apologise—i should be the one to say sorry,” he insisted, looking all guilty as if you hadn’t been the one to back him into the corner and insist it would be fine. “i was being reckless and indecent.” 

speedwagon seemed like he wanted to be far from here right now, even as he shook his head at jonathan’s apology with an air of casualty. he was desperately trying to avoid another minute of an awkward conversation, it appeared. “don’t bother, i understand, jonathan.” he gave you a short, friendly smile before stepping out of the room. “you two have…fun?” all three of you cringed at that. nobody was having fun after that. 

okay well maybe—

joseph

the two of you were supposed to be training your hamon together, and while it was going well at first, that professionalism didn’t last very long. it never really did with joseph. at first, you were both sparring as intended. you had managed to land a few hits on him, to which he’d always find some sort of stupid quip to retaliate. one stupid move, however, and he had successfully managed to sweep you to the ground, your back hitting the cold floor. 

“oops! my bad,” he flashed you a guilty smile as he reached out a hand to help you up — a smile that was quickly wiped off of his face when you swept his own foot off of the ground causing him to fall. 

fall on top of you. 

“my my,” joseph drawled when he realised his position, his body practically caging yours to the floor as he hovered above you, that cocky grin on his face. “did you do that on purpose? you just wanted to be close to me, didn’t you?” the eye roll you gave made him chuckle, because despite how annoyed you acted, your arms were still wrapping around his neck to pull him closer towards you. he took it as an obvious invitation, lips crashing into yours like it was his duty to take your breath away. 

impatient as ever, he pulled away the moment he began to feel that familiar tightness in his pants. joseph always got worked up so easily, and right now — with all the adrenaline still rushing through his veins — he just had to get his hands on you somehow, especially when you were panting like that beneath him. “you’re killing me here, you know.” he practically whined, his lips trailing down to your neck as he settled himself properly between your legs, hooking them around his waist. “i’m just lying here, jojo,” you mumbled back, unable to hold back a soft gasp when you felt his bulge poking you from this angle. “exactly. you can’t just lie there lookin’ like that and expect me to not go mad.” 

a quiet groan tore from his lips as his hips rolled into yours, feeling the friction of your body even through the layers of clothing separating the two of you. god, he just needed to be inside of you. training be damned. “why don’t you take this off for me, hm?” he made work of lifting your shirt up, bunching it so he could at least see some part of your bare skin. as horny as he was, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go all the way right here, so clothed-sex would have to do. for now… 

“i could cum just looking at you,” he whined almost whorishly, which made you snort. he was always so dramatic, it was hard to believe he was so strong. “what? it’s true!” his head dipped down to lick a stripe up your chest, his eyes on yours the whole time, watching your reaction, and you let out a soft moan. 

“in the training room? seriously, jojo?” that italian accent was recognisable from a mile away, and joseph flung his head around so fast you thought it’d fall off. lo and behold, caesar zeppeli stood at the entrance with a look of pure judgement on his face as he shook his head. “tsk, you really don’t have any shame.” joseph gritted his teeth, getting to his feet defensively regardless of the very obvious tent in his pants. “this is coming from the man who tongues women in public!” 

that made caesar chuckle shortly, a sort of condescending laugh. “yes, but i at least have the decency to bring my lovers back to a soft bed, not a cold, hard, dirty floor.” his eyes then darted to you as you hastily covered yourself up and got to your own two feet. “and you. do you not have any standards? if i were you i would—” “if i were you i would leave before i get my dick out and get back to what i was doing,” joseph interfered, and the remark was so so ridiculous yet so casual coming out of his equally ridiculous mouth. “you disgust me, jojo.” was caesar’s final remark as he left the room, but you swore you saw a hint of a smile on his face. 

jotaro

"finally," you sighed as you entered the hotel room you and jotaro were sharing. it felt like forever but you guys were finally in Cairo, and after so long on the road, dealing with stand users, all you wanted to do was to relax a little.

jotaro seemed to feel the same, wasting no time in shrugging off his jacket so he could sit comfortably on the hotel bed, sat back against the headboard. still, you could see the obvious tension in his shoulders. with everything surrounding dio and his mother, it was no wonder. none of you really had any time to actually rest without the lingering stress of the journey and outcome weighing on you, especially jotaro. even if he didn't outwardly show it, you knew he was worried.

"finally some quiet," he murmured, closing his eyes briefly as he took in the silence after another one of polnareff and joseph's theatrics. it really had been quite a while since you both had any alone time together. it seemed like someone was always there at the wrong time, or you were both too tired out to actually do anything but sleep. "i know," you replied, making your way to where he sat and placing a knee on each of his sides so that you were straddling him.

he grunted a little when he felt your weight on his lap, but he didn't make any sort of protest, simply watching you as you took his hat off and placed it off to the side. "just us now though." he knew exactly what you were doing as you leaned pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another one to his neck. jotaro let out a small sigh, tilting his head ever so slightly to let you continue.

meanwhile, his hands slipped under your shirt and trailed up and down your sides tenderly. despite how gentle he was being, it worked you up. how long had it been? "need you.." you mumbled against his skin between kisses, making him groan and roll his hips up, letting you feel his boner, already half hard.

"fuck," he groaned when you began rolling your hips, your skin heating up as you ground against him.

you were too caught up in each other's movements to hear the soft knock at the door until it cracked open with a creak, startling both of you.

"hey, jotaro— mr. joestar was wondering if you wanted to—" kakyoin's words died out when he realised what he'd just walked in on, his cheeks heating up a little. "oh, uh- sorry, i didn't know you were uhm-" jotaro held you slightly tighter, blankly staring at kakyoin with his usual unreadable expression as he simply closed the door behind him on the way out, clearly not wanting to disturb.

when you turn back to jotaro, he's a little flushed in the face and clearly internally cringing, though he covers it up by burying his face into your shoulder. "good grief..."

josuke

it was supposed to be just another hangout, the two of you sat on the floor of his room playing some card game, in which he was losing horribly. so naturally, the moment you turned around to grab something he tried to take a peak at your cards.

keyword, tried, because unfortunately you had turned around and caught him. "josuke, you cheater!" you scoffed, shoving his shoulder. "hey— you're the real cheat! There's no way you're playing fair, you keep winning!" he shoved you back playfully, making you chuckle. the two of you went back and forth with your shoving until you shoved him particularly hard, causing him to grab your wrist and pull you down with him.

just like that you were on top of him, the two of you giggling at how stupid you both were. but with how cute he looked beneath you, goofy grin on his face, you couldn't help pressing a kiss to his lips.

he blushed a little when your lips met his, large hands finding purchase on your hips to keep you steady as his lips moved to deepen the kiss. leave it to the two of you to get carried away, making out with him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping the two of you on the floor of his room and you could feel the smile on his lips when you hummed into the kiss.

"yo, josuke—!"

you had never pulled away faster, hands on his chest to keep you upright as both of you turned your attention to the door where okuyasu stood wide-eyed at the sight of the two of you panting and flushed. "w-what the hell are you doing here?" josuke exclaimed, sitting up on his forearms, trying to ignore the way his heart raced.

"your mom let me in," the other guy shrugged, eyes flickering from his friend's blushing face to where you straddled him looking like two guilty puppies. it made him snort to which josuke frowned. "didn't you'd be eating each other's faces off."

your boyfriend groaned, pinching his temples before giving you an apologetic look. "just—just sit down and shut up." okuyasu stepped into the room properly now at you made your way off of josuke and onto your feet. "you sure? cause if you're busy then—"

"Okuyasu!" you both yelled.

he snickered as he closed the door behind him and flopped onto josuke's bed.

giorno

you seriously were having the worst day possible. another shitty mission resulting in a wild goose chase, and then the bakery you always went to ran out of your favourite pastry as you were hoping to treat yourself to lift your spirits. 

so now you found yourself in your boyfriend’s office. he seemed to have had an equally busy day, being the boss of a whole mafia and all, but like the sweetheart he was, he was far more interested in listening to your troubles while you sat on his lap. “what a pain,” giorno hummed with understanding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to your thigh. “when they stock up tomorrow i’ll make sure to buy you plenty. to make up for today.” 

he was just so good to you, you of course had to press a kiss to his cheek. “you don’t have to do that,” your murmured, hands suddenly unable to stay in once place as they made their way to his firm chest. he grabbed one of your wrists, gently bringing your hand up to his lips so he could press kisses to the inside of your wrist. “don’t be silly, amore.” turquoise eyes met yours then, making your heart flutter. “you smell nice.” he mumbled before his lips gave your skin another kiss. 

“you know, there’s another way you could cheer me up…” you suddenly blurted out, unable to resist him and his affections any longer, and you knew he probably wouldn’t make the first move right now. “how so?” giorno’s softer expression turned into an almost teasing one, always amused by your forwardness. the little grind of your hips told him enough, and his grin widened when you let him lift you up and place you onto the edge of his desk. 

“giorno, your paperwork—” he silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his tongue wasting no time in sliding across your bottom lip as a request for entrance, which naturally, you couldn’t decline. “just focus on me.” he instructed, a hand place firmly next to you on the desk to keep you there while the other roamed your body. every hitch of your breath just spurred him on until he was laying you back so that he could start pulling down whatever jeans you were wearing. 

that was when the door opened with a slam and mista waltzed in like he owned the place. “guess what i got?” he announced, a paper bag from some bakery in his hands, clearly a little distracted to notice you sprawled out on his boss’ desk, let alone to remember to knock first. “the last ones too, these things are oh my god.” 

for a moment you were all frozen in place, giorno blinking at mista who was just staring at you both slack-jawed. it wasn’t until his eyes darted to your legs specifically that you realised your underwear was on display, making you squeal out of your shock to cover yourself. “SHIT! i had no idea—” he quickly explained himself, flailing his arms around wildly like it solved anything. “should’ve knocked first, fuck!” 

he facepalmed the door with how quickly he turned around, wincing in pain before chuckling awkwardly to cover it up. “sorry, guys, i really—” giorno called his name then, silencing him. “how many pastries are in that bag?” the question caught both you and mista off-guard for a moment. “uh…one more? why?” he was still adamant on not looking at the two of you despite his initial ogling. 

“leave it here before you leave. that’ll be your apology for not knocking.”

and just like that your day had improved significantly

i really liked this req hehe

i also feel like you can kinda obviously tell who my favs to write for are

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hiiii!!! I came across your acc and was wondering if you could do a josuke or jotaro x reader modern au where reader checks their phone but instead of secrets they just find date ideas, pictures of reader and random nonsense !!:)

took a while but here it is :)) c/w: literally just fluff

jotaro

you knew this was wrong.

snooping through his phone without his permission? it was definitely an invasion of privacy — one that you knew he'd be upset with — but you just couldn't resist your curiosity when he left it unlocked while he went to go shower.

what could even be in there? something funny? maybe it'd be something you didn't like…

whatever was in there it was calling your name to come and find it, so you didn't hesitate to snatch the device and start searching through it.

the first thing you checked was his camera roll. it was pretty basic — pictures of the sea, his travels, and then of course — pictures of you.

pictures you forced him to take for your instagram and for memories, and those that you didn't even know existed. they weren't the most flattering in your opinion, but they were oddly sweet. one you eating your favourite dessert. another where you're petting a stray cat. there's one where you're at the beach, too — mid calling his name from the shore as you turn around.

who knew he was so sentimental?

finally getting tired of looking through his camera roll, you opened the one thing that made you a little uneasy: his search history.

you had heard so many horror stories of people finding shitty things in their partner's tabs and searches that you couldn't help but feel the slightest bit worried for what you might find.

holding your breath, you clicked onto his recent searches and after scanning for a mere two seconds you were… incredibly underwhelmed.

as much as you loved this man he was not real. seriously — who the hell just searched some of this stuff?

how to recognise different starfish chiyonofuji mitsugu what the hell is a john pork symptoms of possession nearest aquariums

you can't help but to chuckle. he was either extremely good at hiding things or was genuinely the weirdest guy you'd met. as you scrolled down further, however, a grin crept onto your face at what you found.

date ideas which flowers are the most romantic? jewellery stores new movies out now am i too boring?

honestly you were kinda surprised at just how wholesome his searches were, and you couldn't deny the way your heart melted seeing him going out of his way look for things to make you happy. the last search in particular made you frown a little, though. he wasn't boring at all to you — but his concerns about it explained some of his searches.

and here you were, snooping through his phone. it made you feel kinda bad now, feeling like you should put it back now that you'd seen all you wanted to.

"what are you doing?" a deep voice suddenly murmured from behind you on the couch, making you jump in surprise.

shit!

"were you looking through my phone?" jotaro didn't wait for an answer, striding over to where you sat blinking rapidly while thinking up an excuse. his eyes shot over to where his search history was open on the screen for you to read, and suddenly his jaw clenched.

not in anger — but in embarrassment.

"you—you shouldn't go snooping through other people's things y'know." he attempted to deadpan, but his cheeks were dusting that familiar pink colour that he hated. "it's an invasion of privacy."

"i'm sorry," you mumbled back apologetically, handing his phone back to him.

jotaro just sighed, pocketing it before sitting next to you, an arm finding its way around your shoulder to pull you to his side anyway because he knew you didn't mean any harm, and he didn't have anything to hide anyway, so he wasn't mad.

then, you spoke again.

"so, you ever find out who john pork is?"

josuke

josuke's soft breathing filled the room as he slept with his head on your chest, the comforting sounds of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep mid tiktok session. you were still scrolling through his for you page, still unable to fall asleep, when suddenly you felt the urge to…look around a little.

he was your boyfriend after all — there shouldn't be any harm in just having a look to satisfy your curiosity. so that was what you did.

right of the bat you were trying not to burst out laughing because his tiktok searches were abhorent but also so very him.

ishowspeed so cute video tomadachi life new game among us crewmate

and more random searches he's either accidentally clicked on or simply looked up out of curiosity. it wasn't much of a surprise though considering he was always spamming you with the strangest videos he could find. it was cute in a way.

his camera roll was no different either — riddled with random memes and the stupidest pictures you had ever seen. there were the occasional pictures of himself too, mostly just his hair or a selfie with a friend or you.

but there were also pictures of you from when you had dressed up all nice and he had insisted on taking your picture, despite how red you got from his compliments. there were pictures of him kissing your cheek too, or him taking pictures of you while you were curled up against him — a goofy, lovestruck smile on his face as he watched your face while taking the picture rather than into the lens.

normally you'd scoff at him if he were awake — at how sappy this was — but you couldn't bring yourself to it when he was already so vulnerable against you like this and when he was keeping such sweet pictures of you. it was nice knowing someone cared as much as he did.

that became even more evident when stumbling across his search history. it was literally either random, goofy searches like:

tiramisu cake hair mousse which heat protectants are the best quality? prince soft and wet could aliens live under the sea

all very him and all making you snort. in all honesty you thought you'd find at least something worth raising a brow over — everyone had something weird about them — but josuke seemed like such a green flag, it was hard to believe.

in fact, the rest of his searches were all so soft they made your heart ache.

cute cafes for dates concert tickets how to stop palms getting sweaty around my partner funny jokes are movie dates overrated?

it was hard to fathom how someone could be so goofy yet so very thoughtful as you scrolled through all the searches. you knew he put effort into your relationship and loving you, but seeing it for yourself — how much research he actually does inn his spare time to keep you happy — makes your body thrum with affection for him.

looking down, you see he's still wrapped around you like you're some oversized teddybear, and he looks so cute you think you might implode. you knew for a fact you had nothing to worry about with him, and while you felt kinda bad for looking through his stuff without his permission, you were also kinda glad you did.

pressing a kiss to his forehead, you turned off his phone and placed it aside, settling down now so you could finally fall asleep with him.

you definitely got lucky with him.

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