- Manicures are a 100% on him. He will treat you like a princess to mantain those gorgeous hands of yours fresh and soft 24/7
- From expensive creams to spas
- Rings rings rings
- Expect lots of rings as gifts
- Expensive rings and expesive bracelets but those wont be the only things wrapped around your tiny little hands…just saying
- Would deff choose your nail color since he likes basic pearly glazed nails… his personal preference
- He imagines those hands of yours, soft long silky fingers wrapped around his…
- You would be in his head while he’s at work…naughty thoughts for sure
- Daily hand massages just for you
- Would do daily house tasks just so you don’t damage your precious hands
- Mans a man of routine and private by nature
- He’s quite secretive about his true identity and activities but won’t hurt you…unless you fuck up?? He’s still a villan..just saying
- Thinks about you all the time…in a more obssessive way I would say
- Kira’s quite straight foward and can sound bit harsh sometimes
- Mostly vanilla in bed since he prioritizes organization and presicion, but it can vary if you act like a brat enough and challenge him just to push him out of his comfort zone
- Very controlling for sure since he’s so obssessed with presicion
- Lunch dates together after work is part of the routine
- His kisses are soft, reserved and calculated
- Would suck and lick your fingers during sexy time for sureeee
- Oh, and add a littleslap too that will drive him crazy
- Again, please push him out of his comfort zone if you’re risky enough (who knows how he will act)
- Pull him by the tie and see what happens… spice it up
- Challenging him and pushing him may lead to a rougher side of him
- Definetly loves when you tie his tie just to observe how your fingers twist and fold the fabric
- Quite a narcissist. He may prioritize himself in bed and his desires mostly
- Overall, he would be very attentative towards you, since you are his new obsession, definetly an experience
my biggest hc is that abbacchio was orthodox jewish but left it and now practices mainstream judaism. his hat looks like a modified yarmulke and his outfit looks like what someone who was unlearning modesty would wear. do y'all see what i see
Just wondering if jotaro learned his lesson about respecting his mother if possible can you make part 2 please
Sure! I sort of wrote the first part just for laughs (and some self-satisfaction after seeing how Jotaro treats his mother) but I'd be happy to write a little epilogue.
Okay! Part 2 | Jotaro Kujo
Summary: Aftermath of your confrontation with Jotaro.
Read the first part here
Reader is gender neutral
"No way, JoJo!" a girl cried out. "Is that you!"
"Look, he's back!" another cheered.
The flocks of teenage girls squealing in the most insufferable excitement meant that none other than Jotaro Kujo himself had arrived back to school. His absence for the past week was as noticeable as an elephant parading in a library. Somehow the same group of girls never picked up on his menacing aura. Oddly enough, despite that, they had noticed he was out of school and to your (and every other sane individual at that school's) chagrin, complained about it all last week.
Your eyes narrowed as he shamelessly strolled in.
The swelling on the bridge of his brow had gone down and looked decently normal. There was a scar on his left temple, likely from a shard of emerald. Other than that, the bruising was largely unnoticeable. They would only be able to detect it if they had known his ass was handed to him almost a week ago.
You locked eyes with Kakyoin and he exchanged similar worried expressions. Shared apprehension encased in your chest, spiraling into self-doubt. Several times last week, throughout the period of frustration between Jotaro's fan club, you wondered if, perhaps, you had gone a little too far. Kakyoin assured you that you hadn't. In fact, questioning if you were too harsh on Jotaro stood some merit on your own nobility in the action.
He explained the Joestars we're a bloodline of the extremes. Mr. Joestar was an over-the-top, flamboyant man, Holly was an extremely kind woman, and Jotaro, well, he was an extreme asshole. At least that's how he acted. It could be a phase but even a phase like that deserves some discipline. Besides, you, Kakyoin and Jotaro were all friends to some extent. Meaning, Jotaro interpretation of the fight may vary.
At school, though, you knew Jotaro would have no problem with picking a fight with anyone. He made that clear, putting other students in the hospital, intimidating teachers, and even his horribly misogynistic behavior at times. School wasn't the place for you, or Kakyoin for that matter, to go berserk and break someone's face in. Jotaro was aware of that and this is where he knew he had the upper hand. Especially knowing that Kakyoin had less to do with his ass-kicking, and knowing he would not have your back if something started, only added to your misgivings.
Even though you were on edge, you maintained a composed posture. With rolled back shoulders, you feigned a bit of amusement at his return. A little pull at the corner of your lips, but not daring to make contact. It was a little stunt to throw him off when he looked his scariest.
During lunch, you excused yourself to the bathroom before meeting up with Kakyoin. While you were gone, Jotaro wordlessly approached him. He noticed how his hands weren't buried in his pockets. Kakyoin wasn't scared, per se, but he was on the edge of his seat. He passively watched Jotaro take a seat across from him, unpacking his food as if nothing happened.
"Where's (Y/N)," he stoically asked.
"Bathroom," Kakyoin responded, stagnant except for the nibbling on his food.
Once you made your return, you were mildly amazed to find Jotaro and Kakyoin coexisting besides one another. What's more, Jotaro looked unusually calm. Slowly, you presented yourself and sat beside Kakyoin and by default across from Jotaro. He bore his typical furrowed brow that affirmed his perpetual frown. When you were seated, he didn't make eye contact.
You unwrapped your lunch. It was normal for lunch between you all to be somewhat quiet. You all were capable of comfortable silence that didn't require a topic to chat upon. However now, there was a topic floating in the air, but no chat to catch its fall. Thus, the atmosphere became awkward.
"You were right," he finally broke the silence. "I was an asshole. Probably shouldn't be treating my mom that way, I guess..."
"What?" you asked, a little surprised. Kakyoin was just as bewildered but knew showing it would further his resentment to change.
"You heard me, I'm not repeating myself." His tone was bitter, but you could tell this was hard for him. It was supposed to be, though. Nothing grows without tremendous effort. Typically, Jotaro admitting he was wrong meant that hell must have frozen over. Alas, hell was hot still.
"Glad to hear it, JoJo," Kakyoin said. There was a gentle smile on his lips.
"Yeah, apologizing and admitting you're wrong isn't easy," you said.
"It just took some communication on... uh, boundaries," he added. Jotaro crossed his arms and sheepishly glanced to the side. "Wasn't even that hard."
"You apologized, right?" you pressed a little.
He nodded. "Yep. And you had a point. Most of the shit I got away with was because nobody had enough guts to stop me. So props to you, (Y/N)."
"Thanks, JoJo." You gnawed on the last of your lunch. It is crazy to think it all happened to be a nasty combination of Jotaro's flaming teenage temperament and lack of communication.
The moment he decided to drop his punk-ass attitude was a blurry gradient of time. It could be noted that it wasn't fully dropped. A small part of him will always be a little stubborn unfriendly, emotionally Antarctic snowstorm of a man. But even so, that didn't mean he would continue to be a teenage scumbag who valued genuine human generosity and sincerity with the same respect as a grain of dirt. That Jotaro was over and the process of his metamorphosis began after your confrontation.
Jotaro recalled waking with a ringing headache. Beams of sunlight that exhibited through the window assaulted his eyes as they fluttered open. He heard the abrupt scooting of a chair across the floor and scurrying footsteps nearing his room.
"Jotaro!" His mother's voice ricocheted off the walls. It was like hitting his head with a mallet if it had turned into a bell.
"Keep it down!" He shouted angrily. For the first time, he felt his chest tighten when he wasn't met with a cheery "okay!" Instead, she was mousily tiptoeing through his room. "P–please," he added as gingerly as he could muster. "My head is killing me."
"Doctor said it just have a little concussion," Holly said, closing the blinds so he could open his eyes. "He said you gotta thick skull there, JoJo, so you should be okay in a few days."
Despite the injury, Jotaro could clearly recollect the moments leading up to getting knocked out. God, the feeling was indescribable and primarily a foreign sensation. Shame, perhaps?
Until now, he'd held up a shameless guilded act. He told himself he didn't give a damn what anyone thought of him, nobody would stop the sturdy, towering Jotaro Kujo from doing what he wanted. Not even his own grandfather. He was the impenetrable wall of Jericho.
In the end, Karma caught up to him. Jotaro was no fiddler on the roof, he would not resist the moral dilemma he was forced to face. To live is to evolve. Of course, nothing that evolves bears no resemblance to its previous stage. Regret simmered under his skin from the inside, like a tooting kettle over a stove. He was sure if Holly were to touch his cheeks, she would burn her fingers.
"JoJo, do you want some water, you have been asleep for a whole day," his mother reentered his dim room.
He propped himself up and took the glass of water. "Yeah, thanks."
A shockwave reverberated through Holly's bones. "Of course, baby!" She bent down to give her son a soft hug and planted a kiss down on his forehead. "Who were those people? Did they bully you at school?" She grew worried. "Should I call the police?"
"No, they're my friends." He sipped on the water, his blue eyes fixated on the fluid.
"Oh my," she gasped, covering her mouth. She didn't quite understand how it was a friendly gesture, but to Jotaro, it was the perfect display of camaraderie he could've asked for. A slap in the face in the midst of nonsense.
"Don't worry about it," he said plainly. "Look, its my own fault this happened. I deserved it. I shouldn't be such ass to you all the time."
Holly swallowed a lump in her throat as she averted her eyes away from her son. "Jotaro," she said. "I assumed you'd been bullied at school. Maybe it was the reason you'd be so angry all the time. Or maybe it was just a teen hormone thing..."
Jotaro blinked and sighed. Under his breath, he muttered, "good grief" before shaking his head. He supposed it was a factor. "Well, there's a group of girls who follow me around and harass me. And..." he grumbled, languishing vulnerability. "I don't like being touched very often."
Holly gaped. "JoJo, why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged, his bottom lip sticking out a little, but retaining an aggressive expression etched on his face. "Didn't think you cared..." Out loud, he realized how childish he sounded. Underneath his faux macho disposition, was the authentic emotional maturity of an entitled teenage boy.
"Of course I care, baby," she pouted. "I'm sor–"
"Don't apologize!" His eyes widened. The nature of this woman never failed to astonish him. "This isn't about me, dammit. All of that stuff does not excuse how I treated you, mom." He was frustrated his mother lacked a backbone but even more frustrated at having to admit, facing it head on, that Jotaro was truly being an awful person. "I'm... sorry. Okay? You deserve an apology. Jesus Christ. Just... ground me or something."
She rested her hands on her lap and pursed her lips. "I accept your apology, JoJo. And as for punishment, I think watching you get the life beat from you was fulfilling enough."
"Are you serious?"
"No. I'll just threaten to bring them back if you try any of that again," she sweetly explained. He knew she was serious. If she wasn't the lovely little doormat she was, he would've suspected she enjoyed seeing him get what he deserved. "Can I hug you, JoJo?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Holly strung her arms around her son. His hurtful words would take a while to wear off, but she couldn't overcome the unconditional love she harbored for her beloved son. Jotaro was on the path to maturing past his bitter and angst-fueled teenage stage in life. How could she sense this? Jotaro returned the hug, his hand stroking her arm until she let go.
He knew he would carry the regret with him. Like all teenagers with decent parents, he frowned thinking of when he could've been nicer. This guilt bears heavier particularly for the Joestars, who didn't always have parents.
"Sorry, mom." What Jotaro was experiencing is the classic tragedy of being cruel to your mother. It's neverending guilt when you realize it. The woman who put their life and soul into cultivating a person who reflects what the world snuck into their brain. It's the guilt he will bear despite the forgiveness. The common abysmal shame, forgiveness is futile against.
"It's alright. I love you, baby."
It was alright she said. But not to Jotaro. That's the guilt that forgiveness cannot penetrate.
Dio wears a full face of make-up to every event, or anything that doesn’t involve him sitting in a dark room. You cannot tell me any different. Rohan isn’t the ‘James Charles’ of Jojo, Dio is.
Beach day headcanons - Bruno Bucciarati with his s/o
- Being that Bruno is a busy man, he spends most of his time working but he makes time for his s/o by going on dates to different places.
- Bruno knows all about Naples. Since he used to fish with his dad he knows the coast like the back of his hand and knows the perfect spots to hang with his s/o away from the public, just them together.
- He definitely goes to the beach fully prepared: beach towels, bag full of bottles of water, snacks, sunscreen and a book if you planned on just enjoy the beach.
- Would definitely ask of your time so that you can both rub some sunscreen on each other’s body.
- If his s/o is a swimmer, or just casually enjoys the sea, he joins them he loves swimming. They would fool around the water, throw water at each other which often hand up with Bruno wrapping his arms around his s/o.
- He would kiss them softly, lovingly then falls back in the water with his s/o still in his arms. It’s one of the rare time he shows his playful side, when you’re alone together.
- If his s/o can’t swim, he would try to have them come at least where they can touch the ground. If they accept he would beam with joy, his s/o would be hesitant at first and if it’s too far they’d wrap they arms around him and he’d keep them around him like a koala.
- At some point if they want to go back to the sand, he’ll comply and they’d just lay on a beach towel, enjoying the feeling of the sun.
- Just laying on the sand is something he enjoys greatly, he can just relax with his s/o away from everyone, under the shade the parasol provides.
- When chilling on the beach, you’d talk about anything and everything, flirting sweetly. (Perhaps getting a bit hot and bothered, which would lead to some make out session)
- Bruno loves to read, seeing him read is a magnificent sight. If his s/o asks him to read out loud because they ‘just love your voice, it’s so soothing’ he’d be flustered but would comply, and start reading.
- If his s/o falls asleep while he reads to them he’d let them sleep until the sun starts setting.
- As the sun starts to set, he’d wake his s/o up so that they can enjoy the sunset together, wrapping an arm around his s/o as they watched together.
- Days like this are rare, but he makes times for it because they’re always worth it with his s/o at his side.
It’s moody boi hours fellas. I’m sad and I miss my friends so I came up with these. Let me know if I should add more! Imma go to bed now...
Risotto was born with light brown hair and normal eyes with dark brown irises. When Metallica first manifested within him (because he had passed Polpo’s test, so he didn’t get the stand arrow), the stand took over his appearance in the middle of the night, lightening his hair into grey and darkening his eyes into black and red and he hasn’t looked the same since. He still keeps a picture of his old self at his desk.
The reason that Baby Face is such a long range stand is because Melone is the least comfortable with killing out of the whole squad. Even less comfortable than Pesci. He doesn’t want to be nearby to the scene when the act happens. He graduated at the top of his university class and was planning to go to medical school afterwards. He wanted to pursue saving life, not ending it.
One cold night in Naples, Giorno was returning late from his work as a Don when he passed by his son Jovi’s room (thanks @dongiovannaswife for the name!) The toddler’s blanket had been kicked off in the night and the little boy was now trembling. Giorno immediately panicked thinking the boy was failing to cry and moved closer, finding that the boy was still asleep. Don Giovanna tucked the blanket back over his son and promised himself that he would answer his son’s cries since his mother had not answered his.
Mista was actually born with an incredible amount of hidden potential and academic intelligence, intelligence that merely needed cultivating. But with his large family of siblings and cousins, his parents were simply stretched too thin to pay extra attention, nor could they afford the resources to provide for their son. Because of this, Mista holds a quiet resentment that if it weren’t for his upbringing, his life could have been so much more. To this day, Mista is jealous of Fugo for having parents that saw their child’s potential.
