Remember Summer Days

autism be damned my girl can operate a wrecking ball

Idk if this too specific but could I request some hcs of Jotaro (part 3, 4, or 6 whichever) with an SO who doesn't want to have a child themselves but is open to the idea of being a parent? (They either would like a surrogate to carry or adopt, how would Jotaro take that?) [I need some validation in my life man 🥲] thank you 💗

note: you're so valid anon. this is a bit short, but i feel like this is really good. also you're my first anon yay!

based on adultaro's personality, he'd think that adoption and/or surrogacy would make complete sense

he's a very rational man and after all he's went through he'd like the ones he loves (that's you🫵) to be happy and live as much of a painless life as possible

maybe you'd assume that he would have some questions and concerns about your decision, but you'd be wrong

he's so understanding you mistake him for being nonchalant about an important life choice

it's as if you just told him it was raining outside

"i understand."

at your look, he continues

"i've done some research about pregnancy and i fully understand why you wouldn't want to put that sort of stress and imbalances on your body. i understand and support your decision. even though i would never have to give birth, so perhaps i shouldn't have an opinion on this, but i think this is a good choice. i will support you in either way you'd like to have a child."

you're in awe

he just gets it

you didn't even have to explain anything

he understands you and your thinking perfectly

he hugs you close to his chest and holds your head

you didn't even realize you had started crying

"it's okay."

and you believe him because he'll always make sure you're okay

Stay With Me

Three weeks. That’s how long you have been traveling with Joseph Joestar and his companions to save his only child. It felt like an eternity and a fleeting moment at the same time.

It all started when you walked out of the small cafe near your campus to see two men dueling in the street, except one of them appeared to be a flaming bird. You watched in awe as the beings clashed, the inferno incapacitating the knight and allowing a third, much larger figure to approach.

Joseph had recognized you as a stand user from that moment, though you had no idea of your stand's existence at the time. You had recklessly accepted when Joseph had offered you a place in his group. Looking for an excuse to get away from university for just a moment.

The quest you had joined in on seemed simple enough. If you were a fairy tale hero, that was. This old man had to be crazy, there was no way he was serious about his (im)mortal enemy being a fucking vampire. But alas, you still followed, because at least if you died it would be kinda hot. Hopefully this vampire fella looked like Tom Cruise. You laugh to yourself at the thought.

The first few stops on your journey, Joseph insisted that you have the room to yourself, save for the ugly ass dog he kept with him for some reason. You sit in your bed, flipping through a book of TIME’s most influential photos, pausing to ponder the events that led up to the one you were currently looking at.

As you think, a flash of purple catches your attention, drawing your eyes away before it disappears as quickly as it came. You shrug it off and go back to reading.

You saw purple again, fleeting, darting back and forth around the room before it stopped at the foot of your bed. You looked up and were met with the source of the movement that had been vexing you all day. It was the massive humanoid creature from before, it’s eyes meeting yours, despite the fact that it was crouching before you. It had long hair flowing all around it, a swirl of galaxies crowning its giant head. Almost like a halo.

“Who are you,” you whisper, cautiously crawling towards it. “Are you even real?”

It gives you a confused expression, letting out a soft “Ora?”

It was absolutely still aside from its flowing hair, but every aspect of the creature seemed relaxed. It wasn’t looking to harm you, or even approach you, so you approached it instead. You sit with your legs crossed on the edge of the bed and reach out towards it, trying to touch its face, but your hand just passes right through it.

You pull away even more confused than before. Were you dreaming? You could have sworn you were awake.

Then the creature reaches into you, and you feel it gripping something inside your chest. My god is it going to kill me? You think, fear taking over your body and you try to back away. The beast’s other hand reaches up and strokes your hair, very much there and very much real.

While you’re distracted by the foreign touch, it pulls its hand out of you, holding a black kitten by the scruff of its neck. It mewls and the creature pulls it towards it, cradling the cat in its arms. The cat starts to purr as the thing strokes it’s head and you feel it reverberating in your chest.

What the fuck was going on. Before you had time to think anymore, you laid down and forced yourself to go to sleep.

You were silent at breakfast the next morning, prompting Joseph to ask what happened to the talkative girl he had met the previous day.

You explained your strange dream to him and he nodded, before telling you the most absolute old man bullshit you had ever heard. There was no way that pathetic little cat was your fighting spirit.

You laughed and told him he was full of it. He countered by telling you to bring it out so they could all see it. You laughed again and said you couldn’t. He gave up almost too easily after that, muttering something about it’ll come out when it matters.

The second night you traveled with your new companions, once again staying with just the dog, the creature appeared to you again.

This time it’s not as friendly as it was before. Before you can even truly acknowledge it, you’re being attacked, it’s dragging you backwards from your chair, a large hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing. You feel like your eyes are going to pop out as you claw helplessly at your attacker, looking to Iggy to find him fast asleep.

A growl rips from the air beside you and the hand retreats almost as quickly as it appeared. You turn your chair to the large purple beast crouching down beside a panther, petting it’s head and making soft Oras in response to its purring. You feel the feedback of the pets in your hair and look to it for answers.

The being simply gives you an apologetic look, and reaches its free hand towards you. You cautiously take it. The creature brings the back of your hand to its lips, kissing it softly and giving you a small smile before returning its full attention to the panther.

A knock at the door draws you from your confusion and you answer it. It’s Jotaro. He pushes his way past you, kicking off his shoes and sitting on your bed, pulling a comic book from his coat and flipping to the dog eared page. “The old man told me to keep an eye on you,” he grumbles, flipping his hat and producing a cigarette, placing it between his lips and lights it.

“Well hello to you too. Do you have another one of those?”

“Smoking’s bad for you, you know,” Jotaro grumbles tossing his pack of smokes your way.

“Whatever.” You light one up and return once again to your book on the desk.

“Well, since you’re apparently a stand user, the worlds gonna be out to get you, and someone has to keep you alive, the old man will be upset if you die. Says he sees potential, and it looks like your stand’s not completely useless after all. It had no problem tearing at Star Platinum. Hurt like a bitch. Star seems to see it as a pet though, which is unfortunate. He’ll probably try to get a rise out of you more, now he knows it’ll make his friend appear.”

So that was Jotaro’s stand. Intretesting.

“I thought Joseph said that stand users had full control of their stands?”

“Star Platinum has a mind of his own. It’s probably why he’s been tormenting you for two days. He’s just curious. I can always pull him back if I want to, but as long as he’s not hurting anything, I don’t really care.”

“Maybe you should keep him from watching me sleep then. It’s kinda nerve wracking,” You chuckle.

Jotaro just grunts and gets up, moving to the other bed, picking Iggy up and tossing him on the floor. The dog grumbles in its sleep, but barely reacts more than that.

You sigh, stretching and getting up from your chair to flop down in the significantly more comfortable bed. “So, Jotaro, tell me about yourself,” you prompt, trying to get to know the reserved boy better.

“I’m Joseph’s grandson and my mom’s dying.”

“Surely there’s more.”

“Do you want to know my whole life story or something? Fuck.”

“Sorry, just trying to make conversation.”

Jotaro sighs and takes his cap off, running his fingers through his silky black hair. “Look, I’m not great with conversations, okay. I’m not trying to be a dick. You didn’t have to join us.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t trying to pry.”

He chuckles and looks towards you. “Actually I think you’re the first girl that’s made an effort to get to know me.”

Oh. Oh! How did a handsome guy like himself have- “no girlfriend?”

“Never.”

“Surprising.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re not unattractive.”

“I know.”

Ah. There it was.

“I see.”

“I know I sound shallow, but I’m not. I just know people find me attractive because they make it so clear. They just want my appearance, they don’t want me.”

“So you’re saying you’re into blind girls?”

Jotaro chuckles and leans back against the headboard, blowing out a stream of smoke. “You’re funny. I think we could be friends.”

“Yeah,” you say, turning the remaining lamp off and rolling over. “Me too.”

The next couple weeks are a constant frenzy of fighting for your life, bringing you closer to your new companions both out of necessity and dedication to each other. You now spent most of your time with Jotaro and Kakyoin, mostly because they were the closest to you in age. Kakyoin was a year younger and Jotaro was just five months your junior, he was still in high school only because his birthday fell at an odd time for the school calendar.

You had grown quite fond of each other during your time together, spending what little free time you had together, trying to get some enjoyment out of the trip, be it grabbing lunch or just doing different things in the same room.

When all was said and done, and the battle won you found yourself in a hotel room overlooking the Valley of Kings. There were just four of you left now, the Stardust Crusaders were nothing more than a quartet of broken people whose lives would never really be the same as they were before.

Joseph and Polnareff were just across the hall, and when you stepped out of your room to use the toilet you could hear shot glasses clinking together and slamming onto the table, but there were no celebratory words being exchanged, the men were drinking to get drunk. To forget.

When you returned to your room you found Jotaro on the balcony, leaning on the railing and smoking a cigarette. He had dropped his coat and hat in the corner chair when he had entered the room and while you were gone he had stripped off his blood soaked shirt, revealing all the wounds Dio had inflicted on him.

Without thinking you come up and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his back. He stiffens for a second and then relaxes into your touch, letting out a sigh.

“I’m glad you made it,” he states suddenly, his chest rumbling with his deep voice.

“Me too, I guess.”

Jotaro pulls himself out of your arms and turns to face you. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow night.”

He sighs and tosses his cigarette butt off the balcony. He blinks slowly and rolls his shoulders a few times. “I’m really glad you made it.”

You’re completely unable to read him, not that it was easy before, but now, you couldn’t even begin to place what was on his mind. So much had happened in the last twenty four hours. Your friends had died for God’s sake.

It confuses you even more when Jotaro reaches up and cups your face with his massive hand. Before you can think, he leans down and places a clumsy kiss against your lips before pulling away quickly.

“I shouldn’t have done that, should I?”

“Actually I think you should do it again.”

He leans down again and this time you meet him halfway, closing the gap between you. His lips fumble against yours as he struggles to figure out what you’re doing.

You pull away and look up at him. “Never kissed before?”

“Once, but I was like eleven.”

You giggle and pull him towards you again, this time taking the lead and guiding him through it. You’re laughing when you pull away and he looks genuinely disheartened.

“What? Am I bad?”

“No, I’m just glad you finally decided to make a move.”

He just stares at you like you have two heads.

“I’ve only been flirting with you for the whole trip.”

“I thought you were just being nice.”

You chuckle and pull him into another kiss. Leave it to Jotaro to be completely oblivious to something like that.

“I liked that,” he murmurs, reaching out to take your hand. “A lot.” He pauses and thinks for a moment. “I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot too. I’m sorry I have to leave.”

“I understand. You have a life to get back to, and we can’t linger here too long anyways.”

“I wish…”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You wish what?”

“I just wish things had come out better in the end.”

“Me too,” he sighs, and turns leaving you on the balcony to finish your cigarette.

When you do, you follow him inside, leaving the door open behind you.

“Jojo,” you call, reaching out towards him. He turns to face you and you take his hand, pulling him towards you and pushing your lips to his again.

He hums in surprise and melts into the kiss, leading you backwards further into the room. You fall back into the bed and pull him with you by his shoulders, keeping your lips against his the whole way down.

He moans and laces his fingers with yours, pinning your hand above your head, using his free hand to support himself.

This was the first time you had seen Jotaro shirtless the entire time you had traveled together, and even shared rooms and it was, comforting, to know that he now trusted you enough to show off a little. You let out a pleased giggle and spread your legs to allow Jojo to slot himself between them.

You roll your hips against his, earning a groan from him. He releases your hand and moves to run his fingers down your side, dipping under your shirt and trailing back up.

Your hands go to his waist, looping your fingers in his belt loops and guiding his hips against yours.

“I love you so much,” he whispers, bumping his forehead against yours.

You’re taken aback by his words, breathing his name and pushing him away from you.

Jotaro worries that he’s done something wrong before you get up and push him to sit on the other bed and kneel before him, running your hands up his thighs, letting them come to a rest on his hips.

“I love you too, Jojo,” you hum, resting your head on his massive thigh. He watches you, astounded as you reach up to unbutton his pants and push them down enough to free his cock. “Do you want this,” you ask looking up at him.

“Yeah. I do.”

You nod and lick his tip, making him shiver at the sensation. He brings his hands to rest in your hair, gently tugging as you work your mouth over him, taking him in bit by bit.

“God, fuck that feels good,” he whines, bringing a hand to cup your cheek “Please don’t stop.”

He bucks his hips, making you gag and you pull away. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, reaching to help you up.

“It’s alright, it happens,” you hum.

In an instant he’s scooped you up into his arms, tossing you back onto the other bed and climbing on top of you. He unbuttons your pants and slides his hand down the front of your panties, dipping a finger between your folds, making you shiver. You work to slip your pants off to make what he’s doing easier. “God, Jotaro, just come here already,” you whine, trying to push his pants down his hips. Jotaro pulls away, just long enough to kick his pants off, fully exposing himself to you. He returns to his position above you, this time joining you on the bed. You prop yourself up and remove your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra, but you’ll leave that for him to take off.

“I uh, I’ve never done this,” he tells you, tracing his finger up and down your torso.

“That’s alright. I don’t mind. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

He nods in response and leans in to kiss you again, sighing as you reach between your bodies and guide him to your entrance. His hands linger on the band of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

You nod and arch your back to allow him to unclasp it and pull it off, tossing it haphazardly behind him. He pushes his hips forwards, finally sinking into you and you groan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down towards you and locking his lips in a kiss.

It’s slow and it’s sweet and when it’s all over Jotaro rolls off of you and pulls your back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly, like he never wants to let go, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. “I love you,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too,” you mumble, drifting off to sleep in your shared room, a cool breeze blowing in from the open balcony door.

When Jotaro awoke you were already gone, the sun warming his face, though the bed was cold. He rolls over, finding a note on your pillow. The four words pulled at his heartstrings. A simple ‘I’ll find you again’ was all it took to make him break down in silent tears.

“Honey? What’s wrong?”

Your mother’s voice draws you from your thoughts and back to the dinner table. You had returned to your hometown directly from Egypt, since it was already time for fall break.

“Yeah, I’m alright mom, I just had a long semester. Being away from home for so long was stressful.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah…,” you hum, poking at your food, the ketchup seeping from your burger suddenly looks like blood, and you choke back a sob.

“Y/N, seriously, what’s wrong. You’re different.”

You sigh and lean back in your chair. “I just had a… fling, I guess, when I was in Hong Kong. It was hard to leave him.”

“Oh, that’s…understandable. Whirlwind love is hard to let go of. Maybe you’ll see him again one day.”

“Maybe.”

I ❤️ when it’s slow at work and I get to log onto tumblr dot com and see the lecherous shit the girlies posted whilst I slept

Plaything

Cw: kinda dubcon, non-consensual blood drinking, non-explicit sex, dom vampire lady, not really x reader but not really an oc either?, she’s just a vessel for the freak shit, it’s all about the blood baybee

Leon watched her from across the bar, absolutely captivated by her. Everything about her was beautiful, the black hair that fell in tight ringlets down her back, her porcelain skin completely unmarked by stress or age. Everything about her was perfect.

He averted his gaze for just a moment and when he looked back up another man had taken the empty space at her side, a space he longed to be in, but knew he could never fill.

He couldn’t hear the words they exchanged, but he did notice the way she confidently lifted the man’s drink from his hand and finished it without flinching. The man ordered another round for the two of them and she accepted the drink from the bartender, waving her companion away as quickly as he’d joined her.

As the man retreats from her, Leon thinks he wants to take the man’s place, but the thoughts don’t seem to be his own, despite thinking about joining her before.

‘Come to me,’ the voice in his head whispers, and who is he to fight it?

He crosses the room and slides onto the stool beside her, making her turn to him and give him a smile.

Leon quickly realizes that there is something very very wrong with this woman. Everything about her is too much.

Her smile is too wide, her teeth too sharp, her painted lips are a feral shade of red, her scent is too intoxicating, her skin too perfect even up close, and her piercing gray eyes, they seem to capture his own and as badly as he wants to look away, he can’t.

“It’s nice of you to finally come over,” she purrs, her eyes softening ever so slightly, leaning back against her chair. “I thought you were just going to stare at me until one of us died,” she adds, laughing ever so slightly. “You’d be waiting an awful long time.”

Leon laughs along nervously, gesturing to the bartender. “Would you like a drink? On me.”

“Oh, no thank you. I just want to chat with you. I’ll admit, you’ve been driving me crazy all evening.”

He’s taken aback at her statement. She found him attractive? Her? Everything about the situation screamed at him to turn tail and run, but he was just so intrigued. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Leon took notice of the way her eyes lingered on his lips, her own parted so slightly, and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing at all, he certainly wasn’t.

“What’s got you so nervous, huh, sweetheart? I’m not gonna rip you apart,” she teases, lifting his hand and pressing her lips to the back of it, leaving a faint lipstick print. “Unless you want me to.”

Leon laughs nervously, completely unsure as to how to react to this woman at all.

“So, uh, what about me interests you,” he questions, tentatively taking her hand in his own.

“You seem like the type of boy I’d like to play with.”

The ends of Leon’s ears turn pink and he ducks his head away. She reaches out and grabs his chin, making him face her.

“Why so shy, darling,” she questions, staring into his eyes.

“I love you,” he blurts, averting his gaze immediately.

“Who doesn’t,” she laughs, stroking the back of her hand against his cheek as she releases him.

Leon stares at her, awestruck, for a moment before coming to his senses again, his blue eyes returning their focusing on her face. Had he really just said that? No way, he had to be losing it.

“We should get out of here, I’m getting bored of this place, you know,” she sighs, sounding horribly unamused.

“Ye-yeah, where do you want to go? We can go anywhere you want.” He’s aware of how pathetic he sounds, but he just can’t help it, he felt like he’d been stripped of his own will and hers had replaced it, like she’d ripped out his frontal cortex and replaced it with her very existence.

What was that one freak’s name? He shook his head. It didn’t matter, not now, not really.

“Take me back to your place, baby, she purrs, leaning down into his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

“Okay, yeah, sounds good. My place.”

She holds her hand out and he takes it as he stands, keeping her steady as she slides off the barstool. She towered over him in her heels, and the sound they made as she walked echoed in his head, ricocheting off the inside of his skull and worming their way into whatever part of his brain was connected to his dick.

As soon as he unlocked the door of his apartment she was all over him, touching, squeezing, kissing him so quickly it made his head spin.

“You sure you’re not too drunk. I can drop you home if you are.”

“I don’t get drunk baby,” she replies, pulling him against her as she devours his lips.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Okay.”

She grips his chin harshly, crimson talons digging into his jaw and he yelps, clawing at her wrist to no avail, and for the first time, he notices how cold her flesh is. “You’ll regard me with more respect if you want me to stay, understand?”

“Y-yes, Yes, Ma’am?”

“Good boy,” she praises, releasing Leon’s face and tutting as she rubs at the crescent shaped marks on his cute little face. “Please behave yourself. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

Leon never thought something could chill his blood and turn him on at the same time, but here he was in front of the most terrifying, tempting woman he’d ever seen.

“So, where’s that bed of yours, hm?”

“Oh, that’s right, it’s this way,” he hums, taking her hand and leading her down the hall into the only bedroom in the apartment.

He closes the door behind the two of them and kicks off his shoes, watching as she makes herself at home, perching at the foot of his bed.

“Take your clothes off,” she commands, watching as he obeys without question.

She takes a moment, cocking her head as she takes him in, and then holds her foot out towards him, pointing her toe in his direction. Leon doesn't even need to be told what to do, making his way over and kneeling before her, carefully easing the heel off. He wasn’t exactly sure what the brand was, but he did know that the ones with the red on the bottom were the expensive ones. He then takes the other one from her waiting foot and carefully sits them down at the end of the bed.

Leon’s unsure of how to continue, but he wants so badly to please her, to keep her from just walking out, so he presses an unsure kiss to her ankle, earning him a sharp grin, urging him on. He kisses his way up to her thigh and then peers up at her, half expectant, half pleading.

“Well go ahead. I’ll let you eat me first if that’s what you’d like.”

His hands trail up her legs with uncertainty, sliding under her dress and pushing it up around her hips, fingers hooking into her pantyhose and carefully pulling them down. His face is between her thighs almost before he realizes it, and her hand comes down, gripping the back of his head, digging those claws into his scalp. A whine of protest falls from his lips, but she just doubles down, digging her nails in deeper.

The only response he gets from her the entire time is the spread of her legs and the occasional bit of praise, but aside from that she peers down at him with an almost unamused glare. Despite her indifference Leon keeps eating her out, his hips grinding against nothing as enjoys being between the legs of a woman this beautiful.

“That’s enough,” She growls, pulling him away by the scalp and practically tossing him to the side. Leon sits back on his heels and looks up at her, watching intently as she slips out of her dress and folds it, walking across his room and laying it on his dresser.

Some people looked better in clothes, and some looked better in the nude. It appeared that she’d missed the memo and decided she’d be perfect in any state of dress. Muscles ripple under her flesh like those of a leopard. Her skin was porcelain all over, no tan lines, no scars or stretch marks, just smooth, supple perfection.

“You look so pretty like this, such a shame.”

Before Leon can even question what that means she’s grabbed him and thrown him onto the bed. She’s on him in an instant, kissing and biting him all over as she sinks herself down onto his painfully hard dick. He lets out a pathetic sound and she wraps a hand around his throat and squeezes, her other hand pinning his wrists above his head while she rides him. Leon’s eyes widen in fear and his feet scramble for traction against the sheets. She just loosens her grip ever so slightly and shushes him, and it’s more than enough to make him relax under her touch.

Leon cums embarrassingly quick, but she doesn't seem to care, continuing to ride him until he’s a sweaty whimpering mess under her. He does his best to plead with her for a break, for just a moment, but his body’s on fire and his mind is quickly becoming a foggy mess. Before long all he can do is whimper and buck his hips up to meet hers, his legs trembling, chest heaving, he can’t even see her anymore, he can’t see anything.

The hand around his neck disappears and he stretches his fingers out to brush against her wrist, needing something, anything to ground him, to keep his mind and his body connected. A sharp pain takes the place of her chilled hand and he lets out a weak yelp, jerking away. Her cold hand grabs the side of his face, forcing him to stay still. He just gives in to the sensation, and the pain fades into a pleasurable throb, and then there’s nothing.

Leon wakes up the next morning tangled in his sheets with a pounding headache and a dull ache at the side of his neck and on his left wrist. When he sits up his vision swims and he has to fist the sheets to keep himself upright. A note rests on the nightstand. He picks it up and stares at it. ‘Hope you let me play with you again,’ it reads in what appears to be brown marker. He flips it to find a picture of himself asleep, or unconscious, based on how he was feeling at the moment. A groan falls from his lips and he falls backwards, letting himself go back to sleep.

When he wakes again it's well past noon. He crawls from his bed and heads to the bathroom. He’s so battered he can barely recognize himself. His vision is still fuzzy, but he can still see the crescent nail marks and hickies scattered across the expanse of his paler-than-normal flesh, some of them are recognizably human bites, the mark of each tooth deep and visible. They’re worst at his neck and wrist, both places are a deep blue and dried blood is smeared around the bites.

How the fuck was he going to hide any of this? He was never going to let himself think with his dick ever again, but part of him was hoping he’d run into that strange woman again.

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I try so hard to be normal about Johnny Cage but I need him to spit in my mouth so I have a reason to flip him around and **** *** ***** ***

misc re4 remake stuff because im patiently waiting and normal about it

I keep thinking about how Selina Kyle visiting Bruce for the first time after he gets custody of Damian would go. Like she thinks this is going to be like any other visit with her not-boyfriend and then here comes this absolutely murderous preschooler with his giant green eyes, and she can't help but scoop him up like one of her strays. Bruce recognizes the mischievous glint she gets in her eyes when she knows she's found a prize he won't take from her and there'll be absolutely no amount of "Selina, No" that can keep her from teaching him to be more of a menace than he already is.