Idk If This Too Specific But Could I Request Some Hcs Of Jotaro (part 3, 4, Or 6 Whichever) With An SO

like a solid 60% of weird fandom tropes were invented by women who needed slightly more avant garde ways to fuck spock.... wanting to fuck spock is in many ways a load bearing pillar of fandom like if u took it away the source code would just break theres like a molecule of wanting to fuck spock or reaction to everyone wanting to fuck spock within the heart of fanfic all fanfiction is about wanting to fuck spock except fanfic about wanting to fuck spock which is about women in stem

Remember Summer Days

Every year you were in college you studied abroad for the second half of the year. As a cultural studies major you had been sent to many interesting places, including Hong Kong, Iran, and Iceland. Your senior year was no different, but a pit settled in your stomach nonetheless when your professor had informed you that you were selected to go to Japan.

The days leading up to your departure felt like a fever dream. A haze of chaos and doubts. A convoluted hope clinging to the back of your mind. When you finally reach your host family's house (the nearby campus had no available dorms) you’re surprised to find that the woman hosting you is American. She politely introduces herself to you as Holly and then leads you to your room, showing you around your temporary home in the process.

You had ended up passing out of the futon in your room, finally being overtaken by the stress and jet lag. Holly wakes you up some time later, I forming you that dinner is ready and her son will be home from work too.

You’re shocked to see the spread of Japanese food before you. So she wasn’t kidding when she had said she knew what she was doing. You and Holly chat back and forth about nothing while you begin fixing your plates to give her son time to return, and sure enough he’s back before you’re done plating your udon.

“Mom! I’m home,” a familiar voice calls, but you can’t quite place it.

“Hi Jojo! We’re in the dining room. We waited on you.”

“Oh is the exchange student finally-“ as he opens the door, drawing your attention, allowing him to see your face for the first time in more than three years, he drops his bag and rushes towards you, his arms outstretched.

You rise and open your arms to him as well, taking him into your arms and squeezing him like you’ll never let go.

“Oh! You kids know each other,” Holly questions, a confused look furrowing her brows.

“Yeah, she was traveling with the old man and I when we were in Egypt.”

“Okay,” she replies cheerfully, returning her attention to her plate.

When you finally pull away from Jotaro you have to fight the urge to kiss him then and there, so you ignore each other. Eating dinner silently, the silence was suffocating. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again, but if things went right, you’d have half a year with him. The thought thrilled you.

After dinner you had gone to finish unpacking, falling into bed when you were done. A rumbling in your chest startles you and you look over to see Star Platinum crouching beside your stand, Dark Lady, scratching the top of her head as she rubbed her cheek on his knee. You hadn’t used your stand hardly at all since you had left Egypt. You had almost completely forgotten about her.

After just a few more minutes of Star’s petting you had drifted off to sleep, leaving Star Platinum dozing in the corner with Dark Lady already curled up in his lap, purring in her sleep.

The next week you’re too busy with school to see much of Jotaro, but Star Platinum came to you every night, wrapping his massive body around yours, holding you while you slept, while Dark Lady spent the night curled up beside Jotaro’s head.

Finally that Saturday you and him were both completely free. He had taken you out to lunch and the two of you had ended up laying on the floor in his room, staring up at the ceiling and catching up.

You were hesitant with each other, only sparing the most chaste of touches, fingers drifting together only to repel like magnets. Love for him still pulled at your chest, but you were basically strangers again.

This time you had made the first move, letting yourself into Jotaro’s room in the middle of the night and putting yourself in Dark Lady’s place. He was surprised to find you there the next morning, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one.

It was then that he kissed you for the first time since you had parted all those years ago. It was still familiar, the way his lips pressed against yours, your tongue running along his lower lip before pushing past his teeth to explore his mouth. He moaned softly at the new sensation and pulled away, rolling you to face him before kissing you again, gripping your thigh with his large hand and leading your leg to rest on his hip.

You move to rest on top of him, your legs straddling one of his massive thighs. He had grown since you had seen him last, he was larger than you before, but now he was a giant in every way possible. One of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer to him while the other guides your hips to roll against him.

The sensation sends jolts through your body, making Jotaro want nothing more than to join his body with yours, but he wants to savor it as well. He wants to take it slow, so he starts by pulling your shorts to the side so that there’s nothing dividing you from his leg. He uses the rolling of your hips and the rippling of his muscles to get you to the edge of an orgasm. When he feels your legs trembling on either side of his, he grabs you by the waist, rolling you onto your back and shoving his face between your legs.

His mouth was warm against your dripping cunt, the wet ministrations of his tongue soothing the ache that the friction of riding his leg had spread through your clit. First he focuses his attention on your entrance, his tongue feeling around and making you squirm, small whimpers falling from your lips whenever the tip of his nose bumped against your clit.

He then replaces his tongue with his fingers, gently pushing two inside you and curling them gently. His mouth then goes to your clit, lapping at it with fervor before wrapping his lips around you and sucking, making you bite down on the back of your hand to muffle your cries as your legs widen to give him more space.

This time, when your legs begin shaking, he ignores it, pushing you further and further until your trembling thighs are squeezing his head, your hands clawing at his shoulders, desperately trying to get away from the stimulation he was bringing you. He finally pulls away when you let out a choked sob and pull his hair so hard his eyes water. When he looks up at you his hair is a spiky mess and his chin is glistening with your juices.

“C’mere,” you urge, tugging his arm to encourage him to come towards you.

Jotaro obliges and you lock you lips with his, not caring how strongly they taste of your essence. You slide your hand in the waistband of his boxers to rest on his hip, encouraging him to remove them.

He does, and before you can guide him, he’s already on top of you, sliding in and letting his cock get used to the feeling of being inside you again. He revels in every second of it, the way you whisper his name, the way you move against him, the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. It’s too much for him to bear and before he can stop himself he’s pounding into you, kneading the flesh of your thighs as he uses them for leverage. He allows himself to relax, his primal grunts becoming weak moans as he ruts into you.

You whine as he pulls one of your legs against his chest, adjusting his angle slightly so that he’s rubbing against your clit with every thrust. As you reach your second orgasms, he pulls out, cumming across your stomach and falling into place beside you.

“I still love you Jojo,” you whisper, bumping your forehead against his.

“I still love you too,” he replies, pulling a quilt over the both of you. “Now let’s get some rest.”

When Holly comes in to tell Jotaro that dinner’s ready, she finds the two of you to be a tangle of limbs and the quilt, but chooses to ignore it for her own sake.

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My sister called it a waste of time and I want to prove her wrong.

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.

Never Meant

Warnings: angst, swearing

When Joseph Joestar had sent you a letter after your graduation you were beyond confused. You hadn’t heard from the old man in nearly a decade and here he was offering you a job at the Speedwagon Foundation. You had accepted, of course, grateful for such an amazing opportunity, and an excuse to see more of Dark Lady.

Several years later you had been the first on the Speedwagon team to be sent to Morioh to investigate the disappearances in the area. You had been told it was a quaint town, so you had chalked most of them up to runaways before you had even gotten there, but as soon as you had it became apparent that there were many stand users around. The whole atmosphere seemed to vibrate, making the hair on your neck stand on end.

You hadn’t been on such high alert since Egypt.

You then began your work of making the locals like you. It wasn’t really hard, just a few complements here and some extra grace there and just like that it seemed everyone liked you.

After being there only a week you received a letter from the Speedwagon Foundation, informing you that Joseph had a son in the area and that you were to keep an eye on him. Protect him. At least until Joseph could get there. It always seemed that whenever you found peace, the world threw another Joestar on your plate.

But you went, knocking on the door of the address you were given and waiting for a response. A younger woman opens the door and you explain that you’re there on Joseph’s behalf. She gives you a nasty look and tries to slam the door in your face. You jam the door with your foot and let yourself in.

She opens her mouth to scream and you give her a look that makes her rethink it immediately.

“Listen, Tomoko, I’m not Joseph’s wife, and I’m not his mistress. I’m just a friend and I don’t care if you fucked the old bastard. I’m just here to protect your boy from whatever’s going on around here, okay? I’m on your side.”

She nods and gestures to the couch, sitting beside you and calling out for, who you assume, is Joseph’s secret child.

You’re most surprised by how young he is. A teenager, definitely no older than sixteen. That meant he was born a few years before you had met Joseph. You weren’t surprised that he was still able to get around then, he was undeniably handsome, just not really your type.

Tomoko introduces you to her son, Josuke, and you nod, wordlessly getting up and pushing the left sleeve of his t-shirt up, revealing the star-shaped birthmark. You nod to yourself and shake his hand, finally introducing yourself.

Out of curiosity you bring Dark Lady forward and make her sit beside you, tail curled around her feet, her head resting on your thigh. The boy’s eyes widen and he backs away a couple steps.

“I see,” you hum, allowing your stand to return to wherever she goes when she’s not with you. You liked to think that all stands went to the same place when they weren’t aiding their masters, and that she and Star Platinum still shared space somewhere. Maybe Hierophant Green was there as well. One could only hope.

You return to your seat and explain the situation to the both of them, omitting certain parts that you would later tell Josuke in private, as not to make Tomoko think you were insane. You also informed them that the Foundation was sending you a second set of eyes to aid you on your mission, and that they would arrive in a couple days.

Josuke had suggested you go to his friends house to speak away from his mother. It was there that you had explained Dark Lady, and his own stand, who he called Crazy Diamond, to him. You had also told him that his father was coming to visit, and while he wouldn’t be forced to see him, he was more than welcome to join you in picking him up.

When the boat arrived a couple days later, Josuke had decided to join you after all, so it was there that you saw Joseph for the first time in twelve years. The first thing you noticed was how absolutely decrepit he was, so naturally you commented on it, telling him how shitty he looked, earning you a swift whack from his cane.

After your vision had stopped swimming, you looked around, knowing that your partner was going to be the one escorting Joseph. A broad white-clad chest was what was before you, so you followed the figure and were surprised to be met with a more than familiar set of teal eyes.

Of course. Joseph hadn’t known of how deeply involved you were with his grandson, and you doubted Jotaro had told him. From what you could tell, Joseph had just picked people he trusted that he knew got along.

You had heard that Polnareff was severely injured in a mission the previous year, rendering him unable to go back into the field. It wouldn’t be long before the old man died, leaving just the three of you. Just more reminders of how thinly stretched the original crusaders were now.

You decide to save the greetings you had for Jotaro for later, focusing on helping Joseph, and making sure he got an earful for cheating on Suzie, though it probably only ended up being about half an earful as deaf as he seemed to be these days.

After a long day of that bullshit, you returned to the Hotel Morioh and locked yourself in your room to ponder your mortality and insignificant place in this world. You doctor had told you it wasn’t a great thing to do, but if you pushed it away too much then it would all crash down on you and leave you unable to function for two days.

A knock at your door draws your attention and you gladly answer it. It’s Jojo. God how you’d missed him. You throw your arms around his massive torso and squeeze him. He returns the gesture, pressing you into his warm body, where you revel in his scent once again.

“Long time no see,” he mumbles when you finally part.

“No kidding,” you chuckle, gesturing for him to make himself at home as you lock the door behind him.

“I’ve missed you terribly,” he states, standing at the window, looking out at the waves crashing on the beach. “But it can’t be like last time. Not now anyways. I um, I got married a few years ago, and uh, we have a little girl. Jolyne. She’s uh, she’s six now.”

Six. He had a six year old and a wife waiting for him at home.

“Lucky man,” you murmur, a deep sinking sadness rising within you. You had been so caught up in your work you hadn’t even made an effort to settle down.

“What about you,” he questions, turning to face you.

“Oh, uh, nothing for me, really, just work. Always working.”

“I’m sorry,” Jotaro replies, coming to rest a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine. I'm still young. I have plenty of time to do something for myself.”

He sighs and drops his hand. “I hope so. I think my wife’s gonna leave me. I'm never home, and she doesn’t understand it’s to keep them safe. But honestly, I don’t think I’d mind. At least then I know they’d be safe, and maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad being gone if it was like that.”

Tears welled in your eyes at the idea of him being happy somewhere far away with someone else and before you can stop yourself the words fall from your mouth:

“Do you love her?”

Jotaro takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I do now, and I don’t know if I ever did. I thought I did when I met her, but the longer I’m away, the more I think about it, I wonder if I made the right decision.”

“I don’t care if you made the right decision, I asked if you loved her.”

“Not now. Not anymore. I love Jolyne, and I always will. I’ll do anything for her, but I don’t know if I can say the same for her mother.”

You nod in understanding, rubbing his shoulders, feeling them relax slightly under your touch.

“I should have waited. You would have understood better than she does. You understand how I act. It was stupid of me, to rush in, to give up. I’ve had so many opportunities to have what I wanted but I let them slip away. Sometimes I wonder if we’re just not meant to be us.”

“Us?”

He laughs sadly. “Yeah, Us, a singular thing. Us.”

“You need to leave,” you state suddenly, grabbing his arm and leading him towards the door.

“Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry.”

“No, Jotaro,” you shout, throwing the door open so hard the knob dents the wall despite the stopper. “That’s the fucking problem, you say everything I’ve ever wanted you to tell me at the worst possible time. You think it’s okay to just waltz into my room, after all we’ve been through, after all these years and tell me that you’ve married another woman? Do you know what it’s like to be me? How fucking alone I’ve been because you didn’t say this nine years ago?”

You lean against the wall, trying to calm your breathing so your heart rate will lower.

“Every night I dream of having what you just described to me with you. I want nothing more than to have a life with you instead of just around you.”

“Y/n, I'm sorry. I want to make this up to you somehow. Please.”

“I know how you can make this up to me. Finish this mission. Alone. If I never see another Joestar again it’ll be too soon, now get out.”

You look up for just a moment and see the pained expression on Jotaro’s face, and you look away quickly before you go crawling back to him. After he leaves you lock the door behind him and begin shoving your belongings into your suitcase, a strangled sob ripping from your throat as you strip down to your underwear and fall face first on the bed, crying into your pillow like you had after you had left him the first time. Maybe the two of you were just never meant.

I want to put Reiner in a skirt and tear that lil ass up

Johnny Cage in this

Shifter

An illusion turns out to be the truth

*Leon’s daughter is about 6*

Leon’s shoulders tense as his daughter’s scream echoes down the hallway again.

“Don’t listen to that Leon, it’s just trying to trick you,” Chris whispers creeping just slightly ahead of Leon.

“I know that. Doesn’t make it any less unnerving though.”

“I know… I can’t imagine.”

The scream comes again, much longer this time before breaking down into hiccuping sobs.

“Daddy.. where are you? I'm scared.”

“I’m coming sweetheart, just be brave a little longer, okay?”

“Leon what the fuck is wrong with you,” Chris hisses, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop.

“We’re looking for the thing anyways, and it could look like anyone, besides if this keeps up I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Just don’t make your funeral mine.”

“Dying’s not really an option for me, it’d upset my girls too much,” he states cockily, pushing further down the hallway.

“God, remind me to never get married, you’ve turned into such a loser.”

“Whatever, asshole.”

The end of the hallway opens up into a giant chamber, appearing to have once been part of an atrium. Moonlight streams down from above, and Leon’s phone begins to ring.

The construction of the chamber amplified every little sound, so the drilling sound of his ringtone was deafening. He’s about to ignore the call and send it to voicemail when he realizes it’s his wife.

He answers it cautiously, trying to stay alert to the possible danger around him.

“Leon,” she cries, oh she’s absolutely frantic. “You’re still in France, right?”

“Yes darling I’m still here. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been calling you for hours, I went to pick Emmy up from school and they told me you’d already gotten her.” He just hangs up and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

Oh god. That thing had taken his baby to get at him. Or maybe there was more than one. His mind was racing with so many different possibilities he couldn’t focus.

“Daddy,” the little girl cries, having heard her fathers voice.

“Where are you baby? Daddy’s here,” he calls, searching around frantically for his daughter.

“I’m over here daddy!”

“No, daddy I’m over here! The monster’s here somewhere.”

“Split off,” Chris whispers, heading towards one of the voices and gesturing Leon towards the other.

Leon finds her cowering between a stone coffin and it’s lid leaning against it.

“I’m here honey,” Leon whispers, reaching out a hand towards the little girl.

“Are you my real daddy,” she questions, just barely sticking her face out enough for him to see her bright blue eyes.

“I am, I promise, and if you show me where the monster is I can get rid of it and we can go home to mommy,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her and pointing his gun at her head, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling the trigger.

The body in his arms turns into a viscous sludge as the shape-shifter dies, returning to its true form.

“Chris, is she safe,” Leon calls, heading around a large pillar to where Chris and Emmy are hiding.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” he replies, unwrapping his arms from the little girl, letting her go to Leon. “How’d you know that it was the shape-shifter so quickly?”

Leon pulls his weeping daughter into his arms and squeezes her to his chest. “My little girls eyes are brown, like her mothers, not blue.”

“I see. Good thing you had to deal with it, not me, I’d have never been able to tell. Thing would have killed me.”

“We got Evac on the way?”

“Landing now,” Chris confirms, firing a flare through the once vaulted ceilings to let the helicopter know where they are.

By the time they load into the helicopter, Emmy’s already asleep clinging to Leon’s chest while he holds her tight to his body, his eyes wild and untrusting.

“Leon, it’s okay. You have her, she’s safe now.”

“This should have never happened. I need to cover my tracks better. I…need to call my wife,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket, trying not to wake the child clinging to him.

“Leon. Leon, let me, you need to rest. You’ve been through a lot .”

Leon just weakly hands his phone across the aisle to Chris, who dials Leon’s wife.

When she answers she’s frantic, which made sense considering Leon had just hung up on her in the atrium. “Leon, what's going on? Is everything okay? Did you find Emmy?”

“Hey, Mrs. Kennedy, it’s Chris. Everything’s alright now. Emmy’s safe. We’re on our way home now.”

“Can I talk to Leon?”

“He’s not really… up to that right now. I think he’s in shock.”

“Oh. I see. I’ll see him when he gets home I guess.”

When Leon finally gets home he walks straight up the stairs, gently waking Emmy up and getting her ready for a bath.

“Leon is everything alright,” you question, coming up beside him, inspecting your daughter to make sure she’s not injured.

“Just… let me get her put to bed and then we can talk about it.”

You nod silently and go back into your shared room.

After a few minutes he comes into the bedroom, carrying a now clean, and very sleepy Emmy in his arms. He lays her down on the bed beside you and turns to riffle through a drawer for some clothes before disappearing back into the bathroom.

When he returns he himself is fresh and clean, all the scratches that were previously hidden by dirt were now visible as he slid into the bed, wrapping his arms around his daughter and his wife, squeezing them both tightly.

“It was pretending to be her. I tried not to look when I killed it, but it was so convincing, and even now I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if I was wrong. I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“But you weren’t, and you’re both here now, and that’s all that matters. How did you tell the difference?”

“Its eyes were blue. It’s terrifying that I did that based on such a small notion. I love you both so much. No matter what, I’ll do anything for you. I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his eyes glassy with tears as he looks at you.

“I know Leon. We’re alright. Everything’s okay now.”

“I hope that’s true,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.

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