how he spends his night with you! (almost) every jjba man x gn!reader
— and I’ve been working, like a dog…
sadly, he’s not the one to be at home early or on time; this man is usually overworking himself until he tires out. Of course, he feels terribly guilty for not being near you and not spending enough time with you and he knows that crawling into bed hours after you’ve fallen asleep is not the best way to make up for their absence but he can’t help himself! The sight of you peacefully sleeping on your shared bed makes his heart melt and he tries his hardest to resist the urge to get on the bed and pull you into their chest—he tries his hardest really but usually he ends up sleeping with your head on his chest…
He’s the kind to retire to bed wayy too early—usually shirking his responsibilities in the process just to get a momentary rest. And do not fret, he will obviously drag you into it—whether you’re working late or simply trying to do your nightly routine, he’s urging you from the sidelines to hurry up! He feels sos lonely without you! And, when you finally do succumb to his whines and join him in bed, he’s not letting you go! His muscular hand is wrapped around your waist and his head is on your chest, positioned in such a way so that he can hear your heartbeat—that’s his favourite way to rest! And, now that he’s got you, he’s not letting go, nuh uh!
DIO, josuke4, NARANCIA, melone, doppio, johnny, joseph SOUNDMAN, ghiacco (?), kars, esidisi
— but when i get home to you, i find the things that you do… and they make me feel alright…
He’s the one to be super cuddly and involved in your personal life. Usually after work, he runs straight home but occasionally takes a detour to buy you something nice. Once he arrives home, he’s not leaving your side at all! Hands around your waist, face resting on your shoulders and his lips trying their best to kiss every single inch of exposed skin—he just can’t leave you alone! After all, he spent the entirety of his day without you! So, expect him to be trailing behind you like a desperate puppy—whether that’s inside or outside the bedroom, he’s not leaving you alone…
JOSEPH, polnareff, melone, pesci, josuke4, okayasu, mista, narancia, speedwagon, steely dan, vanilla ice, kira (hear me out), doppio, SECCO
- 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
characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista
c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words
- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)
at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.
"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.
now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.
and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.
josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.
but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).
i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.
anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.
ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.
mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((
the soft angelic moans you’d echo aloud were always like medicine to jotaro — the way they’d heal his gravid heart after a long day were always addicting.
but what jotaro indulged in simply for the pleasure of, what made him an absolute glutton of a man, were your sickening whimpers of defeat as he pressed his heavy cock pass your saccharine folds.
“i can’, i can’, i can’, jojo.”
jotaro would smile sickly to himself at your half slurred words because he knows full well his dick was causing you all the good problems in life, but amusingly your own words couldn’t even deny his weight properly.
“you can?”
he’d distastefully joke, as he continues to surge himself in more because how could he not, your beautiful cunt literally gulps him in, greedy, greedy, greedy as it too wants to eat him in one go.
“i cyan’t… it’s too big…” your huffed words of a professional taker was forced. you were winded at this point but jotaro always demanded you be so talkative
“but you can take it though, right?”
jotaro himself gruffs as he pushes himself in, because of course, he doesn’t actually want to hurt you but it’s not his fault god graced him with such a burdensome responsibility.
he gives his biggest battles to his strongest soldiers; and jotaro knows he’d be fit for a high ranking lieutenant regarding the endowed divinity of such a low and heavy hanging cock.
but it looks like you too were one of the strong ones because it’s you who god graced to take him on. to consume him.
once jotaro’s fully inside of your warm fruit, it takes everything in him not to let his load busy right there and then.
hes gotten this far; it’d be a shame that you did all that work to take his fat cock just for him to paint you on first entry
but despite your clammy cheeks and the crescent shaped marks you’ve already littered his back with, you were determined for more. as always, you were ready to take on the albatross of jotaro’s gift to you.
every time.
jotaro is mesmerised everytime by the absolutely addicting sound that the both of you make during sex. the pornographic moans that you sing in his ears, the alluring squelch your syrupy wet pussy makes, the satisfying slaps of his skin against yours.
everything about the two of you fucking like rabid animals turns jotaro on by the second but what sets him off even more is the bulge that he gets to witness every time he pistons himself in and out of you.
“yes, yes, fuck, jo’raro. ouuuhhh fuc’ yes.”
the sight of being able to see his armament poking through your lower stomach, the external manifestation of just how deep he was hollowing you out driving him crazy.
“you always take this cock so well. so well. fuck, only you…”
if jotaro was feeling demonic, he’d press down on that area through your stomach, feeling himself jab at your innards with a hellish toothy grin. the feeling so intoxicating, so euphoric, that his mouth would slacken in the process as his own spit edges to dribble down his chin.
jotaro would make sure that he blesses you with his hot semen, stuff you so full of his seed that you won’t be able to deny his marking on you.
he loves emptying himself inside of you and staying there — just so he can see his cock twitch from the outside imprint it left on your stomach
summary: your boyfriend was never one to be too emotional. When you drop by at the airport to see him return from his nearly 2-month vacation, you could see the sudden change in his eyes. What could've possibly happened during those 50 days?
words: 942.
disclaimers/tags: gn pronouns, descriptions of PTSD, angst, verbal abuse, small bit of fluff.
The airplane back from Cairo was a nightmare. Every time Jotaro attempted to get some shut-eye, he ended up being forcefully woken up by Mr. Joestar.
Jotaro would have sweat dripping down his nose, an unsteady breath, and tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His grandfather knew exactly what Jotaro saw in his dreams-- for he had similar nightmares.
"I get them a lot too," Was what his grandfather often replied to calm him down.
Once the airplane reached halfway to its destination, Jotaro had completely given up on getting sleep. He'd rather stay awake than revisit any traumatic memories, but there was a slight problem to that: staying awake was almost as hellish as being asleep.
Every cough, sneeze, or movement of another passenger was enough for him to summon Star Platinum. He'd have to rationalize to himself every time, "No, Dio is dead. I killed him. He's dead."
What was even worse was the piloting job of the airplane. The plane would teeter to one side, make sudden loud noises, and shake uncontrollably. He could practically feel a stand user being behind it, but no. Jotaro would have to rationalize to himself, "Dio's servants know that I killed him. They're not after me. They should be terrified of me. We're safe."
On the way back, all Jotaro could think about was his mother and Y/n. He vividly remembered all the times he cussed out his mom and how he rejected your parting-away gift. He didn't bother calling you back either, afraid to leave you worried. Now that he looked back on his actions— he was an idiot. If he had really died on the journey, your last memory of him would be of him verbally abusive towards you.
"Can you stop overthinking for once in your fucking life? It's a pain in my ass if you're always up on my neck like this. It's just 50 days, okay?" Jotaro remembered saying. He didn't mean what he said at the time, but he regretted it now nonetheless.
When the plane finally landed, Jotaro felt a huge weight lifted from his chest. He immediately ushered Mr. Joestar out of the plane.
As the two Joestars exited the area, they headed towards the arrivals zone of the airport. Since the place wasn't too busy today, it was easy for them to locate the Speedwagon Foundation worker that would be driving them.
"Hello, Mr. Joestar." The foundation worker waved while making his way up to the two men.
"Thanks for coming here," Joseph said, shaking the man's hand.
Jotaro awkwardly stood behind his grandfather, waiting for their idle small talk to finish so he could go home. He used his left hand to reach over to lower his hat but noticed two familiar figures seated in the distance.
"Hey, Gramps, is that-"
"Dad! Jotaro!!~"
Holly ecstatically ran up to them, giving her son a tight hug before giving one to her father as well. Behind Holly, you followed, shyly making your way to Jotaro.
"I apologize if you weren't informed before, but your daughter and Y/n insisted on coming as well," the Speedwagon Foundation worker said.
"Ah, don't worry about it!" Joseph smiled, holding onto Holly.
While Holly and Joseph were joyfully hugging, you and Jotaro stood still, staring into each other's eyes. Compared to yours, Jotaro's were ridden with guilt.
"Hi, Jotaro," you quietly said. "It's been a long time. I didn't plan on coming, but Holly urged I should..."
Jotaro could see how uneasy you looked— you talked as if you were walking on eggshells in front of him. Another thing that Jotaro blamed himself for.
"Y/n," he spoke softly, approaching you. "I'm sorry."
You remained frozen, almost in disbelief from what Jotaro was saying. "What?" you looked up to his face and muttered, confused about what exactly he was apologizing for.
Jotaro slightly bent down to reach your height, then proceeding to pull you into his arms. "I'm so sorry," he whispered on your head.
Your cheek was planted against Jotaro's chest, allowing you to hear each separate beat of his heart. There was an invisible line within your relationship with Jotaro that dismissed all physical affection. Seeing him reach out to you like this made you happy, but also rose concerns.
"Jotaro..." you muttered against his chest. "What happened while you were gone?"
Jotaro didn't respond.
"That's fine, that's fine," you reassured him. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."
Joseph and Holly stopped jumping to share shocked glances with each other. Seeing Jotaro act so uncharacteristically was... surprising.
"I missed you," Jotaro said with a low voice, ignoring the startled stares coming from his family members. "Do you have plans tonight?"
You took a second to think, then nodded. "I do, but I can cancel them if you want."
"Okay," Jotaro said. "Thank you." He gently let you go, leaving a kiss on your forehead as you separated.
"Are you good to go?" Joseph asked Jotaro.
Your boyfriend looked down at you, a small smile appearing. "Yeah. We're good."
Joseph gave a thumbs-up to the Speedwagon Foundation worker, following the man to the car they were going to ride.
While you weren't looking, you felt something featherlike graze your finger. You looked down to see what it was, soon realizing that it was Jotaro's hand that was causing the sensation. Without a word, you opened your palm to allow Jotaro's hand to enter. His skin felt a bit rough, maybe even scratchy, but you didn't mind.
Whatever hell Jotaro endured during his trip, you hoped to help him through it.
⁺◟ SYNOPSIS . . .
the orphaned vampire prince of the
joestar kingdom, jotaro spends his
days alone in the castle that used
to belong to the family that was taken
away from him in his youth by humans.
but one day he meets a human woman
who will change him forever.
⁺◟ CONTENT WARNINGS . . .
mentions of death ‘ a bit of ooc jotaro tbh
⁺◟ WORD COUNT . . .
2.5k.
⁺◟ COMMENTARY . . .
this wasn’t the request word for word
per say but i started writing and i couldn’t
stop. so i really hope you enjoy this one.
A light nightly wind slipped through the dark green leaves of the tall trees of the forest. The wind’s whisper was soft and distant, but it could be heard many miles away through the heightened sense of hearing of one being.
Through the chilly winds was another being that interrupted its flow. Its flight was as silent as the dead, as it inched closer and closer to the castle that sat in the middle of the dark forest. Its bright yellow eyes were all that could be seen.
The lanterns placed at the entrance of the castle had revealed the creature. A gray-brown great horned owl flying up to one of the high balconies, perching itself on the shoulder of a dark-haired man who had leaned against the railing.
The man took a long drag from the oddly-colored pipe in his hand, letting the smoke out through his mouth, partially revealing sharp fangs. He opened his eyes, revealing the irises. His irises were blue-green, blood-red had glossed over them in the moonlight from above.
He hummed lowly, staring at the moon.
Tomorrow was the day.
The night the moon would be its fullest.
The night he would bind his immortal dark soul, to the mortal, pure soul of the woman he had come to love.
If you had told him he would be marrying a mortal woman one day, he'd probably kill you where you stood. But when she washed up on the gates of his castle two years ago, bruised and battered with no place to go, his life changed forever.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” The young maiden’s voice’s reached his ears from across the room. She stood, terrified in the corner of the cold room with a glass shard in her hand dressed in old linen he could not fit anymore, as opposed to the bloodied rags she showed up on his doorstep with.
He gave her the change of clothes to not only protect her but to control his vampiric urges.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew who he was, rather what he was. It had dawned on her the moment she found what she assumed abandoned castle in the middle of the forest.
It was clear as night. She had heard the many tales of what lurked deep in the unexplored forest. Ferocious beasts that were taller than man, demon children of the devil, witches of the elements, and bloodthirsty vampires. The red irises that pierced through the darkness of the night he took her by the throat did not fool anybody.
He was a vampire. But not just any vampire.
Prince Kujo Jotaro, the last prince of the Joestar bloodline.
She had heard the tale over and over again through her childhood of the tragedy of the Joestar bloodline and their kingdom from almost a millennium ago. How the kingdom had fallen apart. How its citizens and the Joestars themselves had met their end. How only one remained. Or at least that is what she believed the story had been.
“Would you have preferred me to?” He answered her question with another question.
It was the first time she heard him speak since she had taken shelter unwillingly in his abode. His voice was monotone, uncaring of anything.
Though the truth was, he was unsure. He had been asking himself the same question since he brought her in, checking up on her the past few days, controlling his bloodlust to tend to her wounds and care for them the best he could.
She was a walking blood bank for the taking. She practically plopped down at his feet. Her intoxicating humanly scent, the blood rushing through her veins, her pounding heart. She was just the perfect catch to sink his fangs into and drain the precious life she clung so dearly to as she struggled in his grasp as he had done other victims.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Though she feared him, she stood her ground. She wasn’t going down without a fight, made apparent by the glass shard she held in her hand toward him. Even if she had no chance, she still wanted to attempt to make it out of here alive.
“What is your name?”
She didn’t say, rather firing out an insult.
Her words had begun to irritate him. With a blink of an eye, he stood in front of her. With no time to react, he removed the glass shard she held pushed her further into the corner, entrapping her with the weight of his body. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run.
Had this been the end?
Jotaro had leaned down, near the shell of her ear. He whispered, “Do you fear me?” He lowered his head further, as she gulped shallowly preparing for her end. She could feel his lips ghosting over the skin of her neck, breath sending chills down her spine.
“N-n-no!” She stuttered out, lying to both herself and him.
He pulled himself away from her as if nothing happened, leaving her out of breath and confused. With that, he had left her. The door was wide open for her to escape, to which she had done. She didn’t spare him a second glance she ran out of his castle back into the forest.
She had nowhere to call her home, but she couldn’t stick around and be the meal of a vampire.
But alas her escape was cut short. Tripping over a large tree root, right into the clutches of a tall blonde man who had lurked in the shadows with those similar red eyes to Jotaro’s. Just her luck to run from one vampire into the hands of another one.
He had done this on purpose. He set her up!
( y/n ) backed into the tree, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“A young, beautiful maiden all alone in these parts of the forest? It’s dangerous out here. Are you lost, little one?” He grinned.
The pet name sent chills down her spine, but not in the way Jotaro’s breath did. This was viler, more disgusting. She hated this feeling, this gross feeling he had on her.
She took in his face, he was quite breath-taking. He was sculpted by the devil himself, dressed in the finest fabrics.
He inched closer to her, as she scooted back further.
“Don’t fear me, little one. I just would—”
She backed into a figure, one that did not feel like a tree. One that felt like strong legs.
“Dio.”
That voice. He had come back, standing right above her.
Jotaro.
“Oh come on, Jotaro. I’m sure you can share your company. Only for a little bite,” The one named Dio suggested with a wink followed by him licking his lips.
Jotaro had reached down, pulling ( y/n ) up to her feet by the back of the shirt she wore. He ushered her behind him, a protective hand placed high on her waist. His touch startled and confused her. Did he not send her to her own death by this man? Was he really trying to save her? Why?
“Jotaro, protecting a mere human?” Dio laughed hysterically. “You Joestars with your human affairs. You would think you’d hate every last one of them after what happened to your poor family before your young eyes, Jotaro. Humans are not our friends. They lie about us, they harm us, they hate us, they fear us.”
“She does not fear me,” He defended. His voice was still flat, void of emotion, but his hand had seemed too tight on her waist for a brief moment as if he was giving her a reassuring squeeze.
A squeeze that was meant to put her at ease and let go of the worries that clouded her mind. A squeeze that was meant to make her trust his words. A squeeze that was meant to show this was his fight. The sudden squeeze was different from earlier when he towered over her in his castle. She did not feel like a helpless doe, rather protected and guarded by the vampire of tall stature.
But his touch was as gone as fast as it had come. He removed his hand from her waist, returning it to his side. It left her with an emptiness that was unexplainable.
“Run,” He whispered to her.
“W-What? But I—”
His eyes hardened, as he looked over his shoulder to her, “If you don’t have a damn soul you care about in this world, then stay here and die! So be it! But if there is one soul, just one soul you want to see again, then you run and you don’t look back.”
One soul?
Not a single one had come to mind. She was alone, without anyone to care for. When she landed at his doorstep, she had been abandoned, left to die.
Those bruises she wore were nothing done by the forest or any beast known to man. Those bruises were caused by the hands of other humans. By the souls who were supposed to be her family.
So there was not a single mortal soul she cared about in this earth, this harsh realm that spared no one. She barely found the strength to care about her own. But there had been a new soul she wondered about.
The immortal, impure soul of the man that stood in between her and her fate.
An evil that stood in the way of another evil.
“What about you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth. He was a strong man, she was sure he could take care of him. Not that she even cared, at least she believed so. But he was the only soul who had shown her such kindness through his own harsh way. But it was kindness nevertheless.
He hadn’t answered her question with words, leaving her with a telling silence.
He didn’t plan on seeing her again. Not that he even believed he would if she made it out of there in time. Nor did he believe he deserved to see her again. He didn’t plan on making it out of this battle alive.
This was his judgment day and he embraced it with open arms.
“I’m sorry...” She muttered out. She turned on her heel, running away from the scene. Her mind has called her a coward. There wasn’t much she could do now. She was mortal, she couldn’t stop a fight between the supernatural even if she wanted.
Her feet came to a sudden halt as a loud groan, followed by a hard thump among the commotion behind her sounded.
She had done what she told him she wouldn’t do. The action that would change her life forever.
She looked back.
Her ( e/c ) eyes had met a scene she could barely make out from her distance, but it was clear who the current winner had been.
Dio held a battered Jotaro up by his throat. He did not struggle, he did not fight, he had just accepted his loss. Though another competitor had made itself apparent before her unbeknownst to the two other fighters.
The sunlight.
Her feet had moved on their own, right back to them. She had no clear plan, but her goal was clear. To save Jotaro from perishing in the sunlight. Even he didn’t understand what her plan was at first, until she collided with him roughly, shielding his body the best she could from the bright rays of the morning.
“What are you—! You…harlot!”
A horrific screech filled their ears until it faded into nothingness.
“You came back and…saved me. Why?”
“The same reason you didn’t kill me the night you found me.”
He didn’t understand what he had done to earn her care. After the battle, she shielded him from the light, making it back into the darkness of his castle where light could not shine through. The wounds he sustained were life-threatening, making it hard for him to move.
He expected his sins had caught up to him, expecting he had finally reached the end of his days. Jotaro closed his eyes for what he believed would be the last time and drifted into a deep slumber.
Alas, his slumber did not last forever. He arose in a cool sweat, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looked around the familiar bedroom he had spent his entire life in.
He lived? He was alive?
He stared down at his arms and exposed chest, his wounds were almost completely healed. How long had it been?
A calmly beating heart filled his ears, sounding from just at his bedside. There she said asleep, ( y/n ). She sat in a chair with her head resting on the side of the featherbed. She had been worn out, skinnier than he remembered, dressed in some more old clothes of his, bandages covered her hands. She looked peaceful as she slept, he thought. An involuntary smile had come to his face.
She was the reason he was alive. She took care of him. She...she didn’t leave him alone. He remembered how he reached a hand out to stroke her cheek. Instead of moving away from him as anyone else had, she relaxed under his touch. “Thank you,” He recalled whispering to her.
“Can’t sleep?” That same melodic voice reached his ears from behind him. He could hear the sound of her calm heart beating in her chest from where he stood on the balcony. It put him at ease.
The owl resting on his shoulder had flown away into the night. The light shuffle of her feet grew louder and louder until they came to a sudden halt.
( y/n ) wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, letting her head rest on his broad back, "Having doubts about tomorrow?"
He relaxed under her gentle touch. She had always been so gentle with him. "Why would I?"
"You always answer my questions with questions, why is it?" She pointed out.
"I suppose it's a habit of mine. Now answer this question," He turned around in her embrace, now face to face with the mortal. Not just many mortal, the woman who changed his view of the cruel world that took his family away from him. She changed his view of humans, she wasn't the monster the others had been. She gave him a new reason to live.
Love.
He continued, "Why are you awake, ( y/n )? It's awfully late."
"I couldn't fall asleep. So I thought a late-night stroll around the castle would help me feel tired, and I found you here," She answered, pushing a loose of his hair behind his ear. "We're not supposed to see each other until the ceremony tomorrow when our souls are finally bound as one."
The corners of his mouth curled into a grin, "When have you ever been one to follow the law set in place?"
"You are right about that. If I did follow the law set in place we wouldn't have met one another. I don't know where I would be without you."
"And you'll never have to think about being without me. For the rest of our days, however long that may be, I'll be yours, heart and soul."
Could you do fluff&nsfw scenario Jotaro from part 3 with bubbly, innocent, short Female Reader?
AHHH THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG IM SO SORRY HRJDHDBD also i had the idea of a female reader in mind but idk how well it played out while writing it
The NSFW might be a little limited, but that’s because I haven’t written a lot of smut 😭😭 also I’m sorry if he’s OOC, it’s been a hot second since I’ve watched JoJo’s
Here is a bubbly, short female reader x Jotaro!
Okay okay, I really like the idea of a relationship like this with Jotaro because he’s definitely the kind of person to find bubbly people really annoying, but then absolutely FALL for them
He wouldn’t like the “hyperactivity” of you at first, but over time it would grow on him and he would feel like something was missing if you weren’t there (even if you hadn’t begun dating)
Of course, he’d never admit this, but it’s obvious because you make him blush a lot, which he thinks he covers with his hat
And since you’re short, he LOVES the height difference
I head canon him to be very cuddly at night, especially if no one can see the two of you, and he just a engulfs you in a hug
If you’re with him on the journey to defeat DIO, he likes to be able to hug you at night because he feels that even if he fails his mission to save his mother, at least he’s able to protect you
But also, he’d be very scared that you’re coming along with him because he doesn’t want you to get hurt
Definitely pretends to be annoyed by you so he can ignore the fluttery feeling in his chest when you smile, and before you began dating this just seemed like him being an asshole, but overtime you started to see through his façade
I think the combination of you being short and bubbly would make him picture you as innocent, even if you have a stand
And because of that he thinks you’re way out of his league because he’s scared he’ll bring danger into your life when you don’t deserve it
NSFW
I don’t know if Jotaro ever imagined himself having a size kink, but once he starts falling for you, he definitely realizes he has one
Even out of bed, he is astonished at the fact that his hand is basically twice the size of yours
If you aren’t a virgin he would be mildly surprised, because as I stated before the combination of you being short and bubbly makes him view you as innocent
But once he finds this out it’s definitely a turn on for him, and slightly relieving in a way?
But if you are a virgin, he’s definitely a little worried he’ll be too rough
He’ll make you ride him, or generally be on top either way though
He’s still generally dominant, however he would want to hurt you if the roles were reversed
He would be an absolute sweetheart during aftercare
He still acts pretty “Jotaro like”, but you can see the affection shine through as he makes sure you’re okay, makes sure you get cleaned up well, and as he holds you a little tighter that night than usual
