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[yknowdat]

Some Araki sketches of the Part 3 crew

[batty-fontaine]

"You should see the other guy."

[zyaphyr]

Made these on an online whiteboard hosted by some RP accounts :p

[laburantesdoll]

+18 | angry sex with jotaro kujo !

content: no plot, rough sēx, matíng press, dirtytalk, (light?) degradation kink

Your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo comes home pissed off, and you, being a good girlfriend, decide to help him relax with sex — but now he’s taking it out on you.

“Ride my cock, bitch” he orders. And you? You obey.

“Like this?~” your hips moved in smooth, circular motions so naturally it drove him wild. Oh, he loves it.

Jotaro lets his head fall back, letting out a low, drawn-out moan — one of the few times he allowed himself to make any sound louder than a breath.

He smacks your ass hard. “Better!” he practically growls in your face.

You give it your all, moaning tirelessly loudly, sometimes calling out his name.

“You filthy little slut” he says to your face, his hands gripping your waist. “Do your job right.”

“I-I’m trying!”

His hands squeeze your hips hard, marking you, and he pushes you against the bed, filling you again forcefully, his large cock slick with both your fluids.

Your breasts are crushed by the legs now draped over Jotaro’s shoulders.

He’s completely sweaty from the effort, his skin shining, breathing uneven, eyes carrying the rage and frustration of his shitty day, thrusting with a hungry intensity.

One of Kujo’s hands reaches your hair, tugging in a way you loved.

“Do you realize how that slutty cunt haah- made my whole day worth it?” While four fingers pull your hair, his thumb strokes your face softly, caressing you. “Shoving my cock inside you like this made me forget all the shit that happened to me today.”

He buries his face in your neck, panting and sweating. “I love you” he whispers, almost like a sigh of release.

You bring a hand to his black hair, damp with heat. “B-baby, what did you just say? I-I couldn’t hear right- ahh!”

“I said you’re a slutty who loves to get dicked.”

“Liar! What you said was aah- way smaller than that!”

His thrusts become more intense than before, Jotaro’s head twisting in your neck. Oh, he’s about to come.

Louder pants escape him, mixing with your whining moans. Your hand grips his hair tighter, and just two steps from the edge, Jotaro presses his lips to your ears.

“Haah- I… I love you” his voice falters between low moans, as if he really doesn’t want to admit it.

Seconds later, he spills inside you, painting your interior pure white. “T-thank you…” Kujo murmurs, satisfied that his beautiful girlfriend managed to improve his mood.

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[dishsoap7]

[sogggywaffless]

How about some headcanons about hand size differences (preferably reader's are smaller) with stardust crusaders? I crave something sweet and sappy

I feel you I have some tiny baby hands 💔 but this idea is literally adorbs 🥹🥹🫰

Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff

Jotaro Cujoh

- The first time Jotaro realizes how small your hands are compared to his, it’s almost accidental. You reach for his hand while walking, and his fingers completely envelop yours. He pauses mid-step, glancing down with that familiar, unreadable expression - but his ears tint slightly pink.

- He doesn’t make it a big deal, but the difference quietly fascinates him. When you hold hands, he sometimes traces circles with his thumb over your knuckles - not consciously flirtatious, more like he’s grounding himself through it.

- Jotaro has a subtle protective streak about it. If you reach for something high or handle something heavy, he’ll wordlessly take over. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you tease him, which earns you an exasperated “Yare yare daze.”

- When you’re studying or reading together, you’ll notice him absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers - lining them up against his own, flexing his hand to see how much bigger it is. It’s one of the few times he smiles openly, if softly.

- If you ever wear his gloves or try to mimic his pose with your hands in your pockets, he’ll watch you with that half-smirk that barely touches his eyes but means everything. He never says it out loud, but he loves how his things look oversized on you.

- During fights or dangerous moments, he’ll grab your wrist instead of your hand - partly so he doesn’t hurt you with his grip. There’s a tenderness in that small gesture; he knows exactly how strong he is and treats you with deliberate care.

- You once teased him by calling his hands “perfect for a hero.” He scoffed, muttered something about “idiot,” but you saw how his hand tightened slightly around yours afterward, holding on a little longer than usual.

- In quieter moments - like when stargazing or on long train rides - he’ll hold your hand loosely in his lap, thumb resting against the edge of your finger. It’s less about romance in those moments and more about silent reassurance: you’re there, safe, real.

Joseph Joestar

- The moment Joseph notices how small your hands are compared to his, he immediately points it out - loudly. Expect a, “Whaaaat?! Look at this, your hand’s tiny!” as he dramatically presses your palms together just to show off the size difference.

- He’ll use it as an excuse to flirt constantly. If you try to reach for something, he’ll swoop in with an exaggerated “Allow me, sugar! These big, strong hands weren’t made for nothing!” while striking a heroic pose.

- Despite the theatrics, he genuinely loves holding your hand. He’ll lace his fingers through yours and occasionally wiggle them just to make you giggle at how easily your hand gets lost in his.

- When you’re walking together, he’ll make a point of swinging your hands or gently bumping his shoulder against yours. The playful energy keeps things light, but underneath it, there’s genuine affection and pride in being close to you.

- Joseph secretly melts when you press your smaller hands against his cheeks or tug on his sleeve to get his attention. He’ll grin and kiss your fingertips because he can’t resist hamming it up every time.

- During calmer moments - like sitting in the hotel or at camp - he’ll trace patterns on your palm while rambling about past adventures. It’s soothing for both of you, though he’d never admit how fond that habit has become.

- He occasionally jokes that your small hands make his look “extra manly.” But if you ever get self-conscious about it, he immediately drops the jokes and says something surprisingly sweet, like “Nah, I love ’em that way. They fit perfectly with mine.”

- When he gets older, the teasing softens into something more nostalgic. He might look at your intertwined hands and chuckle, murmuring, “Guess time doesn’t change everything, huh?” before kissing the back of your hand like he always used to.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

- The moment Polnareff notices how small your hands are next to his, he gasps as if it’s the most romantic discovery in the world. He’ll clasp your hand in both of his and declare something like, “Mon dieu! Your hands are so tiny and perfect, just like you!” - earning a laugh (and maybe an eye-roll) from everyone nearby.

- He’s all about physical affection. He loves holding your hand, kissing your fingers, and dramatically pressing your hand to his chest while saying something like, “You hold my heart right here, chérie!” He means every word, even if he adds flair for show.

- When you walk together, he insists on intertwining your fingers because he likes the way your hand disappears in his. He’ll sometimes hold your hand up next to his and grin, calling himself your “bigger, handsomer protector.”

- Despite his flamboyant nature, Polnareff is genuinely tender. If your hands ever get cold, he’ll immediately take them in both of his and rub them warm, murmuring soft little comments in French that he pretends you don’t understand.

- He’s a sucker for cute, domestic habits - like watching you cook, write, or fiddle with your hair. He’ll always find some way to compliment how “graceful” your hands look when you do even the smallest thing.

- When you hold his face with both hands, he practically melts. He’ll close his eyes, grin, and say, “Ah, mon amour, I am but putty in your delicate little hands.” He means it every time.

- In private, Polnareff sometimes gets quiet - his usual bravado replaced by something softer. He’ll play with your fingers, tracing little hearts on your palm while talking about his dreams or teasingly imagining your future together.

- If you ever feel self-conscious about having small hands, he won’t have it. He’ll kiss each knuckle, one by one, and tell you with absolute sincerity, “They’re perfect. They make everything you touch look loved.”

Noriaki Kakyoin

- The first time he notices how small your hands are, it’s pure curiosity. He gently takes your hand while you’re walking and studies the size difference, his eyes softening as he smiles. “You’re delicate,” he says, not mockingly, but as if he’s genuinely in awe.

- Kakyoin has a calm way of showing affection. When you sit together - whether you’re sketching, reading, or just relaxing - he’ll absentmindedly hold your hand, his thumb tracing gentle, rhythmic patterns along your fingers.

- He loves comparing your hands to his when you’re both doing something creative, like painting or playing games. He finds it cute how you try to match his finger movements and sometimes slips his hand over yours to “guide” you, even if you don’t really need the help.

- Kakyoin is reserved in public, but hand-holding is an exception. Your smaller hand fits perfectly in his, and he quietly likes the idea that he can protect you with such a simple gesture. It reminds him that you’re there - something worth cherishing in a dangerous journey.

- He occasionally teases you by holding something up just out of your reach, but it’s always good-natured. He’ll relent immediately, slipping his hand back into yours afterward as if to say he didn’t mean to let go for long.

- When you gesture animatedly while talking, he finds himself watching your hands more than listening to your words - fascinated by how expressive you can be. It becomes one of his favorite things about you.

- If you ever complain about your small hands, Kakyoin smiles softly and says something like, “They’re perfect the way they are.” Then he’ll lace his fingers between yours and remark how naturally they fit together - like it was meant to be that way.

- In quiet moments under the stars or while resting between battles, he’ll hold your hand against his chest, feeling both your heartbeat and his. The size difference becomes less about appearance and more about connection - steady, intimate, grounding.

Mohammed Avdol

- Avdol notices the size difference long before he ever comments on it. He’s observant and quietly attentive, so the first time your hand brushes his - maybe when you pass him something or steady yourself beside him - he can’t help but glance down and smile faintly at how your fingers look so small next to his.

- When you hold hands, he’s careful. His grip is firm but never tight - protective yet respecting your space. There’s something grounding in the feel of your smaller hand resting in his, and he often squeezes once, gently, as a silent “I’m here.”

- Avdol finds beauty in subtle gestures. He might take your hand when telling you something serious, rubbing his thumb slowly across your knuckles. It’s his way of steadying both of you while he speaks.

- In moments of rest, he likes to study your hand - always with gentle curiosity. He’ll trace the lines of your palm and sometimes compare them to his, smiling quietly when he realizes how much larger and rougher his own are. “You have hands meant for creating,” he might murmur, “while mine were forged to protect.”

- He treasures the contrast. When you cradle his face or tug on his robe sleeve, he feels this surge of warmth - because it reminds him of how love can exist in both strength and softness.

- If your hands ever get cold, Avdol will wrap both of his around yours and blow a soft stream of warm air between them, chuckling when you tease him about using Magician’s Red instead. “A flame that close might burn,” he says, “and your hands are too precious for that.”

- During quiet nights on the Crusaders’ journey, he sometimes holds your hand as you fall asleep. The simple contact reassures him that, in a world as unpredictable as theirs, some things - your presence, your trust - remain constant.

- Avdol doesn’t say “I love you” constantly, but when he looks from your hand to your eyes after a moment of soft silence, you can always tell. The way his thumb traces your skin speaks louder than words ever could.

[iluvghoullz]

Jotaro would be the kind of boyfriend to pull your skirt/shorts down if he thinks they’re too revealing. Not even in a possessive way, well, not entirely, it’s just instinct to him. He’s not the jealous type, he’d never tell you what and what not to wear, but can’t help but notice when other people look. If he has to cover you himself, he will, but it will be so discreet you probably don’t notice his intent until much later. When he sees you in a low-cut shirt, he’ll just ask, “Where’s the rest of it?” with that flat, sarcastic tone of his.

[whorefromnextdoor]

Jotaro Kujo x reader headcanons

Hii, I finally finished this! Sorry this took so long, but I just have way less time on my hands unfortunately. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Have fun reading 😊

Content: adult Jotaro, but no mention of Jolyne or his ex-wife, gn!reader, nsfw is completely separate so easily skippable, no warnings necessary I’m pretty sure

[No ai used + don’t feed my work to ai]

Pre-relationship

He’s not particularly sociable, so he probably wouldn’t approach you without there being a reason to. Otherwise you’d have to make the first move… and catch him on a good day and also pass his immediate vibe check.

Congratulations, you passed! Now you are cleared to talk to him again at some point.

Getting close to him without you two being connected in some way would be difficult to say the absolute least. Hopefully you’re like a colleague, neighbor or mission partner.

The latter is most likely best case in this context. Life or death situations are unfortunately the easiest way to gain the trust of someone with emotional walls this goddamn high.

My man is also chronically nonchalant. It’s a herculean task to break through this guy’s emotional shell without some extreme situation putting a crack in it.

I may be delusional, but I’ve decided to believe Jotaro would be at least mostly cordial with you from the start (even if you’re a woman) as long as you’re not acting like a pick-me/groupie.

You first become friendly, then friends and finally good friends all at an absolute snail pace, especially compared to his (relevant) ancestors.

Biggest sign he fully trusts you is allowing himself to be dorky around you. He is a nerd even if he seems more like a jock or delinquent to put it in high school clichés. He’s got a marine biology hyper fixation and his favorite color is fucking transparent (canonically).

Let him ramble about starfish or something, don’t make fun of him for it, don’t tell anybody about it -> immediate plus points.

Likewise a safe sign he likes you (platonically or not) is him actively listening to you when you’re rambling about something he couldn’t care less for were it not you telling him about it. Especially at first he probably wants to keep up his facade so he’ll complain you talk too much or something but he doesn’t actually tell you to stop talking.

Remembers everything you tell him. You mention something in passing one singular time and he’ll casually bring it up again like half a year later, when you’ve probably forgotten it or at least bringing it up to him.

He cares deeply about the people close to him. He categorically refuses to admit it, but it still shines through.

Confession

When his feelings for you start to bloom it isn’t sudden or loud, no frenzied butterflies in his stomach, no heart beating out of his chest. Instead it’s slow, gentle like a snowflake quietly floating down until it finally touches your cheek, contact soft as a kiss.

He feels lighter when you’re near him. His shoulders are less tense and his smile comes easier.

Unfortunately, Jotaro has maxed out perception so he realizes the change pretty fast as well as what caused it.

So now what? He’s definitely not gonna make a move, but he also refuses to stay away from you, so he just opts to ignore it until it goes away.

This tactic, surprising nobody but him, doesn’t work out.  Quite the opposite actually, because as we know trying not to think of something just makes you think about it more.

Unable to stop himself from stealing a few too many glances, standing a bit too close and talking to you a little too softly.

These actions too subtle for anyone to pick up on it, but he himself is painfully aware of every single one.

For Jotaro to even consider confessing he must have it bad for you; it has to actively keep him up at night.

And it does. In bed, completely alone with his thoughts he looks back on your last interactions. His ‘lack of self-control‘ makes him feel horrified, though at the same time even just the memory of you manages to clear up the dark clouds in his mind a bit which ends of making him even more horrified.

Safe to say he gets way too little sleep during this time.

Maybe it’s sleep deprivation or maybe he’s just at the end of his rope, either way he finally breaks.

You merely asked him whether he was alright since he seemed so tired recently when he slips up.

“Kinda hard to fall asleep when you refuse to get out my fucking head.“

Did it make any sense to blame you for this? Obviously not, but he’s exhausted and grouchy and just really needed to complain.

The weight of what he just said hit him even before you could ask him what he was talking about.

Even in this state he could’ve probably gotten himself out of that situation without admitting anything, but he chooses not to. He’s not a coward nor someone who backtracks so he decided to just see this through.

*sigh* “Good grief, alright, guess this had to happen at some point. Honestly thank fuck I can finally get this off my chest. I can’t do this any longer. You’re always there, at the forefront of my mind, no matter what I can’t stop it. And for some goddamn reason I don’t even really want to instead I wanna be near you all the fucking time.“

He’s clearly frustrated, exasperated even, but he’s not angry, not at you at least. His hands are placed on the back of his neck and he absolutely refuses to meet your eyes, using his hat as a shield. He – the great Jotaro Kujo, one of the most powerful stand users ever and famously unbothered – was nervous.

You’re obviously aware of how uncomfortable he is both right now - post confession and with emotional vulnerability in general, so you opt not to drag this out.

You pull him close (more accurately he lets you pull him close) and kiss him, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. His surprise is quickly forgotten. His hands find your waist almost instinctively as he kisses you back. For once he is completely unguarded, he lets you feel his relief, his joy, his adoration.

Once you pull apart, you can still clearly see it all in his eyes. He truly tore down his walls for you.

He realizes then just how deeply he really feels for you and even more shockingly he doesn’t feel the need to hide it from you.

Relationship

You’re the only one allowed to casually touch his hair. He even beefs with his barber regularly.

Pretty much whenever you’re in his way, he just wordlessly picks you up and places you back down a few inches to the side.

To him you weigh nothing. Doesn’t matter if you’re 2000 lbs, he picks you up with the same ease you would a plate.

I know it’s clichéd, but he absolutely gives you his jacket when you’re cold. It feels way more special though, since he never takes it off otherwise.

Big on quality time. Just likes being near you, even if you’re just sitting next to each other in silence. The both of you on the couch, you using him as a backrest, each focused on your own thing (for him most likely a book) is a regular occurrence.

He’s been through a lot so he really treasures those peaceful moments when it seems no stressor or threat could ever reach inside your little bubble.

Usually doesn’t have a very long lasting social battery even in one-on-one situations. With you it’s different. “You don’t drain me like everyone else does“. Might seem innocuous but he basically just admitted you’re his favorite person.

When he’s touch starved (which is rather often) he simply takes your hands and places them where he wants them, primarily his hair, face and shoulders. If you don’t get the hint and dare to take your hands away he’ll “glare“ displeasedly (it’s more of a pout but shhh).

In crowds he walks behind you, holds onto your wrist or has you hold onto his coat sleeve, so he doesn’t lose you.

Always conscious of your safety. Walks on the side of the road, tugs you towards him when you’re about to walk into something, catches you if you fall etc. These aren’t dramatic displays, they’re casual, instinctual.

In general not the biggest on PDA, at least the more explicit kind. He won’t make out with you in the presence of others for example.

At the same time, he simply couldn’t care less what others think so he absolutely will have you sitting in his lap if he feels like it (and you’re ok with it obviously).

When you’re sick, he simply forbids you from getting up. He’ll make sure you get the absolutely best care possible while also regularly chastising you for stuff like not wearing a coat when you went out the day before or simply for getting sick in general.

He can read you like a book. He always knows how you’re feeling and what you need. He does whatever is necessary to make you feel better when you’re feeling down. Anything from a hug to a complete vacation.

He discreetly solves any problem he can for you. You know exactly what happened when your rude boss is suddenly nothing but nice and polite towards you, but you don’t bring it up. He doesn’t want you to. His goal isn’t your appreciation, it’s simply seeing you happy.

He does still enjoy receiving words of affirmation, although he isn’t the best at handling them. Especially in the beginning he can’t really return them, but he so obviosly enjoys them you find it more cute than rude.

[Compliment] “You always say stuff like that.“ “You want me to stop?“ “Hell no.“

Not the jealous type. He’s fully secure in himself and your relationship.

Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you. Apart from his own of course.

Teases you quite a bit but never crosses the line to actually make you feel bad. He knows all your insecurities and triggers. Never uses them against you though, even in the worst of fights.

If you’re insecure about some part of your body, he’d call you dumb because “there‘s obviously nothing wrong with it“, yet from that moment on you find him caressing or kissing said body part noticeably more often.

Don’t try to talk badly about yourself while he’s in earshot. He will shut you up, quite possibly not very politely but his hearts in the right place.

Not into kitch. Dates and gifts aren’t stereotypically romantic but personalized.

Likes involving you in his interests e.g. through aquarium dates but also partakes in yours.

Is secretly really happy you get along well with his family and friends. Especially Holly positively loves you. Once she’s been informed about your relationship, she immediately recognizes you as her daughter/son/child(?) in law.

Likes cuddling but not really while sleeping. The max is letting you use him as a pillow, which is only possible because he sleeps flat on his back aka like a corpse anyway.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep anywhere else.

NSFW

Doesn’t see the appeal of quickies, partly because he’s not really into public stuff but primarily because he way prefers to take his time.

Not submissive. Sorry, I just can’t see it.

Strength and stamina maxed out. He could hold you up for hours on end.

Kinda obsessed with your neck. Kissing, sucking, biting or choking – if you’re into that.

Loves feeling you up. Big hands gripping your thighs, squeezing your ass, caressing your chest, stroking your back – they’re just all over you.

That’s why his favorite foreplay is making out with you on top of him. It gives him access to all of you. When he wants to escalate the situation, he’ll pull you into him, letting you feel how much he’s enjoying this – you.

Likes pinning you. To the mattress, against the wall, doesn’t matter.

He’ll deny it to his dying breath, but he isn’t that quiet. He isn’t very loud, but he definitely makes noises, especially when he‘s close.

Heavy breathing, swearing under his breath, groaning, even moaning from time to time.

Particularly audible when you give him head, partly because he can’t muffle his sounds in your neck.

Loves throwing you on the bed/couch or whatever else is safe to be thrown on.

He’s big on eye contact. He’ll often grab your face and make you look at him again if you stop, especially when it’s because you threw your head back in pleasure. He wants to see how good he makes you feel.

During intimacy he gets possessive. You’re his and he wants to hear you say it.

Likes leaving marks on you. Not even for others to see. He just likes how they look on you.

Couldn’t imagine anyone more enticing than you if he tried. Even when he’s getting off by himself, you’re the only person on his mind.

Afterwards he’s completely focused on you. Does or brings you whatever you’d like without you even having to verbalize your wishes.

This might’ve been pretty self-indulgent, sorry. I just love this man. He’s literally my current lock screen.