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caestusvulpes · 1 year

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part flexible summary:

alrighty! sorry for the mild wait on this post! I got a few people wanting some backstory beyond what I have in my carrd ( of which I'll link this post in there for any future readers out there ) and had max and river encourage me to make it.

this is a post that summarizes the plot, events, and mechanics of a long-running plot ( spanning since early 2017 ) of our JJBA roleplay server. It began on tumblr, has been on discord for years, and I thought it would make a good addition to bring over here again due to the plot elements actually making interacting with characters from different parts ten times easier, as seen with kay and nora's parts 7 & 8 muses ( if you're reading this you two hi hello ily ). I don't have to make like 10 different verses or variations of verses and good chance hikari'll reference tumblr-based events in the discord. Might share some funny snippits of the discord server here as well <33

That being said, let me lead you on this fucked up and bizarre journey that spans 6 years in the most succint way I can possibly put it.

First off, read this. This PDF was put together by Max, and actually summarizes most things in the chat along with a few side jokes. Duplicate muses are explained as timelines folding into a main 'anchor' timeline ( the one of the original Stand user Conner MacCrimmon written by Moody ), with distinct enough variations on one person becoming seperate entities, and those that don't variate much just fold into their 'main' incarnation with a few new memories and experiences. There are three 'over heaven' muses in chat as a sort of 'pantheon', being Aster ( a version of Star Platinum seperated from a Jotaro ), 'Johtaro' ( a version of Jotaro ), and Cohnner ( a version of Conner who's the driving force behind timelines getting folded in-- originally loathed and tolerated, now with people being chill with him )

This also has the symptom of characters from other universes getting mixed the fuck in, which gives us the excuse to play muses from other franchises that are adapted to the world of JJBA completely. Shadow the Hedgehog? Who's that? Don't you mean Foundation Agent Shadow who's totally human and for his neutral special wields a gun? A few other characters I'll be mentioning in threads are Hoshi ( Foundation Archivist ) and Astrid ( Sees Everything ), written by Sci who y'all know already because they're amazing, Ollie and the aformentioned Shadow, written by the same mun of Aster who I linked above, Conner and Moody's other awesome muses, Avdol, Risotto Nero, and a few delightful OCs from the mind of Jules, as well as characters written by Athena, Kris, Rijolt, Kheti, Rani, Chickie, Viala, and Sun! Way too many to list here the cast is Very Colorful. But if you hear Hikari talk about another character in an internal monologue or something, good chance she's thinking about her buddies at work.

Now you may be asking me: clover, how in the goddamn does time travel work into all this?

Well, you may have read that bit at the end of the slide presentation about 'appearing anywhere' if you think about a place hard enough for ease of travel. This fluidity in spacetime has some caveats. Let me explain.

When first starting out in 2017 and lining all of our characters up, Hikari was actually the eldest character among the starting group of 5 muses. Cut to now and while she's aged normally ( at 24 now! ), Kakyoin is in his 40s, Astrid is in her late 20s, and iirc Yukako slipped in time as well. But to answer this, we need to talk about parallel universes.

kidding. kind of.

sometimes cohnner's weaving gets a little wonky and threads of time slip from the tapestry. This causes characters to slip out of time until its weaved back in. For these characters, life continues somewhat normally-- the Foundation may still be there, although people like Hoshi and Hikari and Astrid aren't, and until the fold mends, they're stuck in that timeline, aging normally. The holding record for character with the longest dip in time is both Tenmei Kakyoin and Aster at a whopping 12 fucking years.

To the main timeline, they were only gone for about a day. There was no real way to get back until the stars just happened to align, and the man jumped from late twenties to his forties in the span of 28 hours.

Existentially terrifying, right?

Well, with timeline explanations out of the way, I'm obviously not going to godmod and Hikari assume or know your muses, nor know the history if she happens to be stuck in a part that's in the past ( bt as in her non-bt verse, phantom blood, sdc, or golden wind ). She doesn't read those files anyway, and if she did I probably would go with her not knowing jack and/or shit. In the server its a different story, but I'm not gonna give Hikari multiversal knowledge.

There's also some mechanically different stuff, such as fusion as mentioned in the slide. Here's a slide in a similar style I made like a year and a half ago. Fusion is canon as per both DIU ( Stray Cat and Killer Queen ) and Jojolion ( something something oranges and lemons something something wall eyes something something josuk8 ), so naturally we all built something off of it and this was born after a bunch of workshopping. I'm so normal about fusions i'm so so incredibly normal. Extra body parts applies and there's some tongue in cheek references to su and dragon ball, but inherently its its own thing. Yes there's a ton of fusions with Hikari as a component in the list section shut up.

Currently, Hikari might be investigating strange events that coincide with Stand phenomena. She uses her side gig as a groundskeeper to hover around Morioh and gather info by ear. In other situations, she might slip into parts 7 or 8 due to them being entirely different universes due to being naturally around spacetime irregularities. Y'know, funstuff.

As always, I want to stress that if you do not want to work with this canon, you're absolutely free to tell me. We can do something entirely seperate from this. This is mostly background shenanigans that explains some of Hikari's thoughts and actions, and won't really come into play unless its plotted out, and due to the ease of working Hikari into threads using this as a basis, that's why its my part flexible verse. These aren't hard rules!

Thank you for reading!! If you want more clarification on anything stated here, pleaaaaaase send me an ask-- box is always open <33

#ooc | and i won't be part of this in the end #every day i thank araki for making alternate universes / eoh / and fusion somewhat canon #bc we're gonna abuse the shit out of that here :eyes:

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tasteofgummies · 1 year

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ive been reading all of the relationship dynamic things and id just love to request one!! thanks so much in advance, love your stuff ^^ could i request bruno and/or jotaro, please? i go by he and they mostly (i'm trans masc!), a scorpio, an ENTP, and a 4w3. i'm also on the aro-ace spectrum (quoiromantic, cupiosexual!). pretty much my life's passion is anthropology and history, but a little more so anthropology - i'm totally enthralled by the science, but also totally in love with humanity as a whole. i also love art, and it's been a life long hobby of mine. i tend to draw things for the people i love as gifts - my love language could be considered a mixture of gifts and acts of service. some other interests of mine include collecting (mostly random things i find outside and plush toys), zoology, watching documentaries, TTRPGS, and videography. as for pretty much everything else you'd need to know about me -

i don’t talk to strangers very much, unless I feel very comfortable or at least safe in a situation. When I am comfortable, though, i can’t shut up. I have a hard time communicating my actual emotions through tone and body language (autism stuff), so i make up for it by being as animated as possible when trying to communicate. i’m naturally pretty polite and relatively mild-mannered, but i tend to make pretty crude jokes at times. i have a hard time taking things totally seriously, and I find humor in pretty much everything. I also have a bad habit of correcting everyone on anything, but not out of malice. i value knowledge and truth above all else, and so I feel the need to mend any faulty information I might hear. sharing information, to me, is a form of love. that also makes me a bad liar. notably, I am incredibly long-winded, and I tend to use what some people would consider to be “big words”. for the most part, I’m pretty chill - but I have what some would consider repressed anger issues, and I can be very verbally aggressive when provoked.

as if this wasn’t long enough (sorry by the way ^^), appearance wise - i’m very short, enough that it gets pointed out aggressively. i look pretty average and unremarkable, just brown hair and brown eyes. i’ve been told that i have a “resting thousand-yard stare”, and i have comedically thick glasses. i’m also a couple years on T, and i’m gonna be getting top surgery this summer!

thank you for reading this absolute brick of text! this was horrendously and obscenely long. :’D

Jotaro x you ✨

>I think Kakyoin talked to him about TTRPGs, so he isn't new to the concept, but I don't think he'd participate. He would listen to you telling him about your characters and adventures though

>He doesn't understand humanity, he appreciates things like music, but he'd definitely not be one to cry with anthropology

>(By crying with it, I mean getting emotional with things like that Margaret Mead quote about civilization starting with a healed femur bone)

>But he really loves life on earth, it's so wonderful how everything came aligned to form the incredible biodiversity in this planet

>When you hand him a drawing, he thanks you and pulls his hat down to hide his blush

>If you have a box with your findings, he'll tell you that you act like an octopus while subtly smiling (it may look like he's making fun of you, but he isn't, he thinks you're cute)

>Pretty much has the same issue with tone and body language, so he doesn't pressure you to act one way or the other, you can use your natural voice with him

>To others it looks like he's being really rude while you're laughing at him, but you're actually having a pleasant conversation

>He's been waiting forever to watch documentaries with someone else

>The first time you corrected him, he thought you were sort of challenging him in some way, (he's not used to people not being intimidated by him)

>But then he saw your expression, and noticed you were authentically trying to help him

>He's still a little prideful but he does appreciate it

>You're a "talks a lot x listens" couple<3

>I think Jotaro shows affection by parallel play and gift giving

>You are different in many things, but it still works perfectly

>Was probably taken aback the first time he saw you being aggressive

>But also quite proud?? Yes, that's his boyfriend right there, don't mess with them, he's a savage

>He wouldn't want to be in the receiving end tho, when he's overwhelmed he shuts down and does whatever it takes to get people to leave him alone, this manifests as insulting people so they'll be offended and leave

>To Jotaro everyone's short, so I don't see him making a big deal about your height, but (thanks to your bad influence /jk) he can make the most out of pocket jokes about it

>Since Jotaro's autistic too (Araki told me) he wouldn't even notice the thousand yard stare

>X: "Your partner looks like he's been through a war or something

Jotaro: "Yeah, they was looking at you, it left them traumatized"

>He's there for everything you need around the time of your surgery, and tells you he's proud of you for taking such a big step

>I think you would be such a wholesome couple tbh

#jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jjba x reader #relationship headcanons 🌼#jjba jotaro x reader

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bigwriterenergy · 4 years

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jotaro kujo x reader

anonymous asked: “>< could i bother you to ask if you would possibly write jotaro for a reader who acts just a little cooler than him, its annoying yet he cant help but feel drawn to them. theres a reluctant mutual attraction. also a stand user w foresight. just a request, feel free to scroll~”

i really like this request! very interesting!! thanks for the ask!!

polnareff was the perfect catalyst to reveal your true personality. after recruiting you once the fleshbud was removed, it took little to no time for the gratitude you held to turn into your innate aloofness.

initially, i could see jotaro hating someone very similar to him. the addition of a woman who thought she was far too cool was the last thing jotaro needed right now. most women proved to be annoying, why would this one be any different? especially if she was this high-strung.

referring back to polnareff’s teases, his attempts often were met with blank stares or clicks of your tongue -- the very tactic that jotaro employed to turn down the women who flocked to him.

it was surprising to say the least. he knew that polnareff wasn’t an unattractive man. most girls would be over the moon to be approached so brazenly yet -- you weren’t interested? .. interesting.

then came kakyoin. with his gentle ways and kind smiles, jotaro thought, surely, you would blush at his own quiet declarations of fondness or attempts at mild flirting -- but the redhead received the same response. a hard stare, a ‘tch’, or even feigned ignorance. jotaro would watch your interactions with others from there on with mild scrutiny. wondering what witty one-liner you’d use or admiring how you simply ignored them. there was something about your aloofness that was just so alluring. he could admit that he noticed you thought you were far too cool, but he could also admit you both shared uncanny similarities in that regard.

interactions with jotaro would always be lined with an air of understanding. cool gazes, few words. in addition, there was also unresolved tension. between every connection of eyes or every accidental brush of fingertips, unspoken wants and desires were exchanged. yet neither were bold enough to place their heart before the other.

kakyoin pointed this out once to jotaro, admitting that (y/n) might’ve been interested. hardly would she even dream of being near him or polnareff, jotaro scoffed in disbelief. what made him any different?

“hm,” the dark-haired male hums in response, fanning through another page of his magazine. kakyoin’s eyebrows furrowed at this, watching the boy with interest. “you know,” the student begins again. “you’re the only person she’ll hold a conversation with. polnareff can barely get a word out of her.” there was an all-knowing, sing-song nature to kakyoin’s voice. jotaro almost scowled at the implication. “yeah. when you’re harassed by polnareff all day, i’m sure it’s real easy to talk to other people.” jotaro was quick to shoot down any sort of teasing from kakyoin’s end.

was he that dense? were your silent interactions or accidents hints that you were interested? jotaro would ponder on that thought, but often, he gravitates towards you. he can’t even help it. you two are often on the same brainwave and you similar personalities always connect seamlessly.

the confession would be a difficult goal to reach due to your personalities, but jotaro would eventually get fed up and come clean.

#jjba x reader #jjba #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #sfw #anonymous

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risottoneroo · 4 years

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Between His Fingers, Chapter Two

a/n: so it looks like i’ll be updating weekly! this one is longer, and i hope u guys like it!

tags: @kakyoins-bang @i-mean-i--guess @spaceeballs @casketjuice

warnings: minors in a strip club, reader is disguised as a cocktail waitress, some very mild sexual content, mentions of Dio grooming(?) reader, stand fights, canon typical violence

chapter one

one year later

“Find the Joestars, huh?” You muttered under your breath. “Seems easy.”

You looked around the Saudi Arabian strip club you were currently disguised as a cocktail waitress for. The disguise was a leather tube dress, accentuating your curves and showing a little window between your tits. It didn’t disguise the scars high on your back, covering your shoulders in a crude impression of wings. Your Stand, in materializing, had seared its wings onto your back forever. Your scars didn’t bother you.

You were still more than pretty, and decidedly more confident. In just one year, you’d gotten very good at seduction and deception. Dio was a good teacher. You’d practiced in clubs just like this, finding men and making them buy you pretty things, before leaving without so much as a phone number. You were well known in Cairo for this trick. Dio knew how to get his way, and now, so did you. He’d been reluctant to let you leave his mansion, but it was necessary to get rid of the Joestars.

He didn’t like you smoking, and only let you do it in the bars you frequented to make money off stupid men. Your loyalty to Dio was such that you were even trying to stop that habit, but in this dark, hazy club, it was hard to not want a fucking cigarette. You took a deep breath and scanned the crowd.

Dio had said they’d be the tallest and worst dressed people there. You held back a snort. Like Dio had room to pass judgement on who was worst dressed. Regardless, the group you were focused on was definitely the tallest. Worst dressed? Debatable. Highly so. It wasn’t well lit in here, and they were a few yards away, but the biggest one was wearing some kind of school uniform. It looked tight, but he also looked very good in it. He looked bored, a cigarette dangling from his lips and surrounding them in smoke. Fuck.

The next one was a redhead, with long, messy hair. His outfit was far from messy, being a much tidier school uniform. He looked uptight, but he was still pretty cute. He looked as if he was trying to communicate to the other man there that he didn’t want to be there. It was too loud for you to hear anything, the bass pounding in your chest.

The last man was definitely the worst dressed. Even compared to Dio. A black shirt with one strap, slicked up hair, and white pants with boots? Wow. There was a lot of bad taste in that package. He looked drunk to top it off, and was laughing at the redhead.

You started to make your way over. As you came closer, their conversation became audible over the bass.

“Come on, Kakyoin, lighten up! Have a little fun!”

“We shouldn’t be here. It’s too public. Especially with the blood bond, Dio definitely tracked us here.”

You stifled a laugh, coming up to sit on their table. You put on a bubbly, airheaded front and said, “Who’s Dio, handsome?”

The redhead glowered. “Nobody.”

The biggest one snorted and flicked his cigarette ash behind the seat. You smiled charmingly. “Well, can I get you any drinks, boys?”

The one with slicked up hair nodded, already staring at your legs. The redhead seemed to be trying not to look at your tits, but failing miserably. He was blushing madly. The tall, dark haired one was impassive. He glanced you up and down. “A beer for me. I don’t care what kind. The drooling one gets water. Eh! Polnareff!”

The worst dressed of the bunch managed to tear himself away from your legs and look at the tall one. “Oui, JoJo?”

“Jojo” sighed and pulled his hat over his eyes. “Yare yare daze.”

You perked up. “Are you Japanese?”

He nodded. The redhead nodded with him, and said, “We both are. Japanese students.”

Time to gush. You gasped. “That’s so cool! What’s your names?”

The redhead glanced at his friends and smiled at you. He seemed to be warming up to you, which was good. “I’m Noriaki Kakyoin, that’s Jotaro Kujo, and the drunk one over there is Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

You had identified them from Dio’s descriptions by now, but he was cute. Kujo was the one with the most dangerous Stand, though they were all very powerful, and Kakyoin and Polnareff were both deserters from Dio. That couldn’t stand.

You opened your mouth to say something else, and Jotaro got tired of it. “Eh, woman. Get us our drinks already.”

You smiled and stood up, walking over to him and straddling his lap. He averted his eyes, grumbling. Polnareff whooped. “Get it, Jojo!”

Kakyoin chuckled at him. Your smile turned to a smirk. “Now, is that any way to speak…”

You ground down on his lap and whispered in his ear, “To a fellow Stand user?”

Jotaro stiffened against you, becoming a wall of flexed muscle. His hands closed on your neck, and you smirked. “First mistake, Kujo… My Stand isn’t limited by me.”

A wing flicked out from your back. It threw Kakyoin and Polnareff against the wall. Kakyoin hit with a grunt and crumpled, and Polnareff went limp on impact. Your Stand’s hands materialized around Jotaro’s throat, burning through his skin. Its other pair of arms materialized around his wrists, searing skin and burning into his flesh. He cried out, not expecting the heat of your Stand. His grip slackened, and you pushed off him and jumped a few yards away. The music had stopped and people were fleeing the club at the first sign of trouble. You smirked. “You might be fast, but nothing can stop the holy light of my Stand, Angel of Judgement. It suggests the Judgement card in the tarot deck, and it will not rule in your favor, Kujo. My name is Y/N. You’d better remember that when you’re begging for mercy.”

His hand was on his neck, feeling the burns. “How is your Stand tangible, woman?”

You said, “It’s not. My Stand has harnessed ultraviolet light and radiation. It radiates the light of Heaven, and that light is still intangible, even if it sears your flesh, Kujo.”

It materialized behind you, and Jotaro squinted. It didn’t make any sense. It was almost as humanoid as Star Platinum, but much more graceful and angelic in appearance. It… No. She had four arms, three heads, and uncountable wings, pinwheeling around it like a halo. Her body was covered in countless eyes, opening, closing, blinking, glowing. It shone with an unimaginable radiance, lighting up the dingy club and setting the tables close to it aflame. Staring at it was giving him a headache. He shook his head and looked away. The moment it saw him turn away, it attacked. Your Stand grabbed his jaw and slammed him into the wall. He slumped to the floor, hand shaped burns littered on his body and his head bleeding onto the floor. You licked your lips. “Damn, Kujo. I’d hoped for more. Where’s that famous Stand of yours?”

He looked up and coughed. “As the old man says, ‘The moment an enemy starts to gloat about victory, they have already lost.’ Where is my Stand, you ask? Behind you, bitch.”

You gasped and whipped your Stand around, but Star Platinum was already there. Its fist crashed into your Stand’s jaw, and your vision went black.

You woke up in a hotel bed, with warm sheets over you. You sighed and stretched before remembering what had happened last night. Shit. Where were you? You got up and looked around. It was a hotel room with two large beds, one of which was made neatly and one of which you had just gotten out of. You heard something faintly. Muffled conversation was happening outside. You crept to the door to listen. The redheaded one was talking. Kakyoin? Yeah. “You removed it?”

Jotaro spoke. “Of course I did.”

Kakyoin breathed a sigh. “Good. She’s no longer a threat?”

Jotaro must have shrugged. Kakyoin spoke again. “Her name again?”

Jotaro huffed an irritated breath. “Y/N. I told you. She told you. Yare yare daze...”

Kakyoin must have nodded.

You noticed you felt different, and immediately touched your forehead. No flesh bud, only a bandage. You sighed, then noticed you were in a long shirt, your bra, and underwear. You shrieked. Someone had seen you naked. Your scream brought in the two inhabitants of the room, Jotaro and Kakyoin. Kakyoin looked frazzled. “What’s wrong?”

You stood up. Oh. Fuck, they were tall. Standing tall, you reached Kakyoin’s shoulder, and Jotaro was at least half a foot taller than him.

It didn’t matter. You mustered up your courage. “Where are my clothes?”

Kakyoin glared at Jotaro, who looked even more stoic. “I told you she wouldn’t be happy about us undressing her.”

Jotaro glanced at you, pulling his hat down. “Yare yare. We thought you’d be more comfortable like this.”

You glared at him. “Where are my clothes?”

Kakyoin pointed to the armoire. You pulled out your clothes and your bag, which you supposed someone else had grabbed. You went into the bathroom, feeling considerably irritated. You pulled on a pair of shorts, and a tank top from your bag. You stared in the mirror. You looked decent, except for the bruise on your jaw from Jotaro.

Fuck, you wanted a cigarette. You took a deep breath. Stay calm.

You went back out, carrying your bag and the shirt they’d dressed you in. “Whoever owns this shirt can have it back.”

Jotaro reached and took it. You shook your head and chuckled a bit. Kakyoin looked confused. “What’s funny?”

You smiled. “You two are hopeless with women, huh?”

Kakyoin flushed. “Uh.…well.”

He scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah.”

You walked to him and craned your neck up to see him. “It’s okay.”

You put your hands on his shoulder to pull him down, and kissed his cheek, then did the same to Jotaro. Kakyoin flushed bright red. Jotaro grumbled. “Yare yare daze.”

He pulled his hat down to hide his blush. You laughed at him. He glared at you through his flushed cheeks. “Watch it, woman.”

Kakyoin hid a smile. Jotaro turned away and walked out the door. Before he left, he turned back, refusing to look directly at you. “The old man wants to talk to you.”

He slammed the door behind him. Kakyoin smiled at you and mussed your hair. “I think he likes you.”

You glared at him. “Don’t be dumb, Kakyoin.”

Kakyoin laughed. “Call me Noriaki. Nobody else does.”

You frowned at him. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Kakyoin blushed. “Well, I…”

You cocked your head. “Whatever you say, Noriaki.”

You walked after Jotaro. Kakyoin stared after you. He’d been joking about Jojo, but he was starting to realize that he himself really liked you.

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devil-dxrling · 4 years

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Unadulterated JoJo Smut

Pairing(s): Kira x Reader, Dio x Reader, Jonathan x Reader, Kakyoin x Reader x Jotaro

Warnings: Anal, age gap, threesome, balcony sex, shower sex, public sex, double-penetration, stand sex, oral, cock-warming, and many more I can’t remember.

Word count: 3867

Summary: It’s c o m p l i c a t e d.

Here is the story. The wildest night of my life. It was a quiet night with Kira and I was begging him to let me go to a friend’s house. He got pretty jealous because we both knew the house I wanted to go to. All of my friends were going to be there! I thought it was going to be left at that. He would just get mad and I would sneak out. But no, I had to find myself slammed onto the nearest wall and left to nobody’s mercy.

He spent no time on me whatsoever, getting straight to the point. I hadn’t listened to him, and it was my fault I was being punished. His lips briefly bruised mine as they went down my neck and collarbone, down my chest and close to my-... My thoughts were cut off by a moan. Was that mine? He pulled me by the neck and slammed me down onto his bed, grabbing my hands. Normally he would kiss them, be soft with them; I must have hit a nerve. They were pinned down above my head and I struggled to free myself. It was to no avail. It just made him push down harder. I could feel my circulation cutting off. My stand came up in an attempt to protect me, but was instantly scared away as I saw Killer Queen lurk behind him. I thought Killer Queen would just go away, but it stayed there watching. My clothes were gone before I could react, my attention was on that stand, it scared me. Quickly, he flipped me over on all fours. I was beginning to feel fear. What was he going to do to me? Was it going to hurt? What was-... I was once again cut off by a pain in my backside. I didn’t know what to think of it at first. Out came a barrage of moans and screams in pleasure and agony. Then, out of my mouth came something I never thought I would say in a million years.

‘Kira-san, blow me up baby! Fuck me in the ass and call me your wife! Kira! Oh my god! Blow me up, baby, blow me up.’

My moans echoed through the halls of his empty villa. With a final, deep, sexy, groan, he emptied his explosive cum into my pulsing pussy. It burned through me as I plopped down onto the bed, next to him.

‘So, Kira-san, can I go to Dio’s afterparty?’

He smirked and leaned in for a kiss, ‘Go enjoy yourself baby.’

I quickly dressed back up and jumped into a car. It would be a 30 minute drive to Dio’s castle. I was going for a dinner date with him, some of his friends, and mine. Pucci wasn’t coming, he had work to do in the west and was away. As soon as I got there, I saw Dio outside, staring at the moon. I joined him, sitting next to him. ‘Hello Dio. How have you been?’

‘Good, what about you?’ His deep voice bore through my soul and sent shivers running down my spine.

I smiled and looked at his eyes, then his lips, then they trailed down to his perfectly sculpted abs. Shit, he was hot. I think he read my mind. He walked towards me, towering over me. We were in public, the thought of getting caught made me shake. I was wearing a simple black shirt and skirt, but my shirt wasn't tucked in because I had to leave as soon as I got out of that situation with Kira. His hand went to my waist and proceeded to slip under my shirt. I was bra-less. His hand kept gliding over my bare skin, it was ice-cold and I felt like I was being frozen. He moved me to the wall I was sitting on earlier for support. He knelt down, his hand still up my shirt, groping my left breast. His right hand guided my knee over his shoulder. I knew where this was going…

Me and Dio were always really good friends. At times, too good. We kissed when normal friends didn’t, we had Netflix and Chill at my parents house from time to time, I was 18, he was… Very old. We were VERY good friends. I looked down at him and yanked his hair a little, making me giggle but he came back at me and bit my thigh. I knew he was a vampire, but he didn’t bite to cause me pain - he was playful around me. Normally, he didn’t draw blood. A moan passed my lips as I tried to clench my legs together. Dio didn’t let that happen, he forcefully spread them back up and dove in. I don’t think I will ever have feelings for him in ‘that’ way, but damn, his tongue is that of gods.

‘Dio, fuck, don’t stop.’

‘Why shouldn’t I stop?’ No answer came to his question. I was about to cum, I felt it as I started to vibrate lightly. Just before I peaked, he stopped and got up. Fucking dick edged me. He leaned into my ear, left hand sliding down to massage my aching clit, he whispered, ‘Answer my question.’

‘Please. Just do it.’

‘Do what?’

‘Fuck me daddy!’

He finally got it out of me, the words he had been waiting to hear all night. Out of nowhere, a carriage pulled with a karen-looking chick coming out of it. Her sorrowful boyfriend trailing behind her. Dio grabbed me as we hid behind a thick bush. We heard the woman talk, her voice was high-pitched and nasely, ‘Oh my goodness, honey come look at these beautiful flowers!’

The flowers were right next to us. We would have gone unscaved, but of course Dio moved his hands to where they didn’t belong. ‘Fuck you,’ I muttered to him as I felt his hand play with my soaking pussy. He let out a low, quiet chuckle and continued to relentlessly toy with me, bring my lips to his and kissing me on my sweetspots. ‘Did you have some trouble with Kira?’ I guess he saw the hickeys and other shit that merciless bitch had left on my body. I slowly nodded my head but was taken out of my trance and I felt something behind me. Did they find us? No, they didn’t. It was just The World sitting behind me, enjoying the view. I wanted to play with my luck and shifted in the grass a bit, in a way to cause Dio mild discomfort. The thing was that I didn’t get very far. The World viciously grabbed my hair and brought his face up to mine. ‘If you think I’m kissing a piece of metal, you can shove your beliefs right up your posh, British ass.’

As soon as those two idiots were gone, I hauled myself up and grabbed Dio by his perfect, sharp, blonde hair. I yanked him into a heated kiss and told him to us The World and to take us somewhere more private. His definition of private is obviously his bedroom’s balcony, one of THE most spottable places to find someone piping a bitch.

I was rapidly spun around and pinned to the balcony railing. The shock of me possibly falling off the balcony hit me as scream ruptured the night air. Luckily, I come to remember that he does actually care about me. In fact, he cared about me enough to spin us around, so he was leaning on the stone railing. I knew the railing was strong enough to hold about 10-12 people since there was this one time when I was hanging on on his balcony with some of my friends, but it still scared me a bit. Dio looked at me with a glint in his eyes, ‘It’ll be okay, we won’t fall.’ I leaned into his touch as his arms slid around me, it was a frozen embrace. I had almost fully come down from my high unfortunately, but I knew he hadn’t forgotten what just happened. I was waiting for him to make the first move. As I stood there, hugging him in silence, I suddenly realised something that made my cheeks go beet red. ‘Shit,’ I whispered under my breath and looked up to meet Dio’s eyes. ‘What is it?’ he asked. I let out an embarrassed giggle and looked back down, slightly ashamed. ‘Just tell me already, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.’ I let out a sigh, who was I to even think of trying to hide this?

‘Dio, baby, I… I’m… I’m kinda soaked.’ I thought he would just laugh at me, no get all up in my grill! I felt one of his hands trailing down the small of my back and under my skirt. He lifted up my underwear and let out a low laugh. Was it really that bad? ‘My goodness babygirl, you’re dripping.’ ‘For you, I guess.’ The ‘I guess’ at the end was supposed to come out as sarcasm, but I wasn’t sure if he understood. He muttered the word ‘jump’ as he was unbuttoning his pants. He normally dressed pretty casual around me, but this time it was supposed to be an event, so he wore a black suit. His blazer was long gone before we got the balcony and his dress shirt was half undone. Soon as his dick was out of it’s confines, it plunged into me. He gave me a second to adjust and wrap my legs around his waist before he began to pound my pussy with his thick cock. Moans erupted from my throat and I had to hold myself back from screaming, the place around us had some good echo. It was just about time to see if he would let me cum.

‘Please Dio. Senpai let me cum, please!’

‘Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.’

‘Ah, ah, AH, DIO, my God, fill me up baby.’

We both came at the same time as we held each other. Carefully, he got off of the railing and carried me over to his shower. After gently undressing me, he steadily put me down and I tried to walk over to the shower. Key word ‘tried’. Instead of me letting me flail around on the floor, he just did the extra work for me and helped me. I could feel the lukewarm water fall over my bare skin and him behind me. It was funny how he was one of the most caring friends I had. He was always there for me. And obviously so was his stand. I felt soap being rubbed over my skin as I slowly opened my eyes. But it didn’t make any sense since Dio’s hands were around my waist. Had he just grown a new pair of arms or something? Well, no not really. It was just The World, casually washing me off like it was an everyday thing that I would be with my best friend in the shower at midnight after 2 rounds of mouth-watering sex. Yeah, normal every day. I felt that now was the time to bask in the brilliance of stands and how useful they could actually be. It wasn’t going to matter anyways since I could feel The World trying to stall from washing me any lower than my waist, so I tried to comfort him. Dio let go of me as I moved towards The World, bringing my arms around his neck, pulling him into what he probably thought was going to just be a hug. My right knee slowly drifted up the stand’s chilling, metal-like leg and to his crotch. Anything that stand would feel, Dio would feel too. The stand just froze in place for a second, as if it was shy, which I didn’t really understand - Dio was one of the most, if not THE most, outspoken person I know.

I heard a smack and I felt a sting behind me. My head snapped around to look at Dio who stood there smirking, ‘Dirty little whore aren’t you? Using my own stand against me? Where is our darling Copycat Killer? Hm?’ At the sound of her name, she came out. A humanoid stand that was definitely more beautiful and more confident than me.

Copycat Killer, or CK as I called her, carried herself with arrogance and dominance. But that wouldn’t matter when I was around Dio. He grabbed CK by the neck and threw her to the other side of the shower. So that’s how he wanted to play it. Before looking back to The World, I looked at my stand one last time. They were already on their knees, mouth and eyes watering, choking on Dio’s dick - great. And the only bad part was that I could feel myself gagging because it was my stand’s mouth taking him. Luckily, I came up with a plan in the moment. For me to not feel like I’m about vomit, I had to distract him enough so he wouldn’t be concentrating on fucking my brains out. And I knew just how to do that! He always had pretty sensitive abs. Slowly, I started to kneel and drag my hands sensually down the stand’s chest. Wow, this was actually happening. I began to kiss the stand’s abdomen and caress him in all of the places I knew Dio was vulnerable. I even licked up his v-line, which I could tell either pissed him off, or got him harder because it didn’t take long before he emptied out into my stand’s throat. I guess it was my turn to be yanked by the hair…

After that whole ordeal was over, I got dressed and we went downstairs to the actual party. Since I wasn’t really dressed for the part, I was just going to see who was there, say hello, and be on my way. I had called Jonathan to send me a cab to his place since he was only about 10 minutes away from this place. I waved to some of my friends and walked towards the door when I saw two very close friends of mine, Giorno Giovanna and Bruno Buccaratti. I told Dio to wait for me outside and I went to greet them. Bruno was the first to talk between the two. ‘Ciao, bella,’ he said in his milky Italian accent as Giorno followed up with an underwhelming, ‘Cioa.’ I kissed them on both cheeks and told them it was great to finally see them. I also told them to save me a seat to Italy when they left again, to which they both laughed and nodded. Still don’t know if it was a yes or no. As I got to Dio’s side, he straight up burned me, ‘Straight from one dick to two more huh?’

‘Are you just jealous ‘cause he’s your kid?’

‘No, he’s 18 now, he can do what he wants to. I don’t care anymore.’

‘Sure. Anyways, the cabs here. I’m going to head off. Thanks for tonight, I love spending time with you. Now, go and enjoy yourself, you’ve almost missed your whole party!’ He laughed and gave me one final kiss on the cheek before leaving me to go off to Jonathan’s house. Once I got into the cab, I realised that maybe he wasn’t wrong.

Once the cab pulled up outside I got out and sent him a text. ‘Did you pay the driver?’ He responded with a ‘Yes.’ Then, I sent the second question on my mind, ‘Where do I find you?’ His house was a bit smaller that Dio’s, but I knew my way around Dio’s castle better than his house because I had been there so many times. I knew the basics of Jonathan’s house.

The main living area, the dining room, the garden, the kitchen, a few bathrooms, a guest bedroom, the library, his study, and his bedroom. ‘My study,’ was the reply he sent, short and sweet - like him, if you exclude the short part. He had a similar physique to Dio but Dio was taller. He was the sweetest person I knew and I could always rely on him. He was a very brotherly figure. But, if I’m being honest, I have thought of him as a sort of ‘step-brother’ from time to time (if you catch my drift).

I continued to walk through the mansion, the door was left open for me and so I let myself in. Finding my way to his study, I looked at his décor. I found something new every time I was there. I saw him sitting at his desk reading a book. I walked towards him. We smiled at each other and I saw something that caught my eye. A book. I walked towards it but managed to trip over a pile of books in the shadows that I didn’t see before. Jonathan moved his desk light to where he heard the thud of me tripping. No words fell from his lips. Shit, my skirt! I got up without saying anything, a blush spread over my face, tinting it. We stared at each other for a moment when I saw his bulging boner. ‘You want help with that?’ I knew it was a taboo thing to ask of, but hey, my night was already crazy as hell! He got really flustered and started to heat up. ‘Yes or no?’ Embarrassed, he nodded his head. I took the book and set it down on the desk. Gracefully, I straddled his lap and began to unbutton his trousers, now tight around his hard.

I slipped off his boxers just enough for his dick to spring out. Before going any further, I looked back up at him for consent. He nodded, flustered. Before slipping him into me, I gave him one stroke up the thick vein on the back of his cock, it worked for, like, everyone. I was sure it would, and it did. Swiftly, I took him. Not all at once though. He was very girthy, so I had to take my time adjusting. My arm swung around to the table, grabbing his book, and giving it to him. ‘Read, I’ll stay here.’ The only way he would be able to calm down was if his nose was in a book. Every now and then, when he would get very into the book, I would grind on him and take him in deeper. Sometimes my fingers traced his jawline, sometimes his clothed biceps. It felt warm, leaning on his soft shoulder, padded by the layers of clothing he would normally wear. That night, he cummed about 3 times. All I had to do was cause his dick a bit of discomfort. Luckily, I was constantly on birth control since I knew an accident would cause problems with the numerous people I can fuck in one night. Every time I would nearly fall asleep, something would happen, but the last time, nothing happened, and I fell asleep. How did I fall asleep with a dick shoved up me? Please don’t ask.

In the morning, I woke up in the guest room that I was oh-so familiar with, not even his bed. There was a note on the nightstand,

“My dear angel, I let you sleep in the guest bedroom for your own privacy, and so I also wouldn’t have to wake you up when I left for work. You will find everything you need in the bathroom, including your clothes, which have been washed. It was lovely to see you.

Sincerely, JoJo.”

What a gentleman. I got ready, had a shower, washed my face, took a pregnancy test (you can never be too sure), and got out of there. I said goodbye to the other residents there and got into the cab that was probably called for me.

That’s when I checked my phone. I was spammed by Kakyoin and Jotaro because I should have had breakfast with them this morning, it’s already 10 in the morning so it’s a bit late for that. They probably thought I was dead. As soon as I got home, I went to Holly’s house and asked her where the boys were. ‘In Jotaro’s bedroom dearie, they’re playing video games!’ Of fucking course they are. They’re friend could have possibly been kidnapped, but they’re playing video games. When I got up to Jotaro’s room, I didn’t bother knocking, and just walked in. Jotaro saw me and rolled his eyes, but Kakyoin jumped to me and started flooding me with questions.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Is this your clone?’

‘Are you really here?’

‘What happened last night?’

‘She probably got piped one too many times,’ of course it was Jotaro to spoil the minute.

‘Actually, to correct, it was only, like, 3 people.’

Their jaws dropped after I said that. Then Kakyoin went into Sherlock mode:

‘Okay, so obviously Kira because you were at his house, which makes me want to vomit because of your age gap, but if that makes me vomit then I might pass out because I’m guessing you’ve also fucked our immortal nemesis. Who would be the third?’

Wow, how the fuck did he get that all? ‘How did you know about Dio’s party?’ Then Jotaro spoke facts, ‘Dumb bitch, everyone knew about it. We have the same friends.’ They kept going on, and on, and on about it for what felt like hours until they asked me who the third person was. ‘Just a humble Jonathan Joestar.’ Once again, their jaws dropped. ‘How did that actually happen?’ To be fair, Kakyoin had the right to ask. ‘Well, my dear cherry, I just so happened to trip over a pit of books and land face-down, ass-up.’

‘Of course you did,’ they both said in unison. Their faces only spoke trouble.

‘So when do we get our turn?’ I don’t even remember who said it, probably the cherry. I was still in a daze from what happened and my friends just asked me to fuck them. This wasn’t going to end well.

Jotaro shut off the console and put the remotes back as Kakyoin summoned his stand. What was he going to go with that? Hierophant Green pinned me down by my ankles and Star Platinum grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. They all stared at me like hungry, rabid animals.

Star Platinum tantalisingly removed his loincloth to reveal one of the girthiest dicks I had ever seen, maybe even thicker than Jonathan’s. It was in my mouth before I could react. Then Jotaro slammed his cock up my ass, and Kakyoin slipped into my soaking pussy. It went on like that for almost half an hour. My eyes were watering and every part of my body was sore as hell. Finally, they let me go and have a shower and get dressed. I said goodbye to them and headed off, back to my parents house. On the walk, my limp reminded me of one last, crucial thing.

‘Shit I promised my friend I’d train with them tomorrow.’

#jjba #kira #dio #jonathan #kakyoin #jotaro #xreader #smut

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dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years

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So I usually do this thing where I ask my friends to see something they just bought or that I like (it can really be whatever, clothes, accessories, food...I'm a goblin) and just say "thanks, now it's mine"(I give it back to them tho adgjk I'm no gremlin) and it gets some mixed reactions, how do you think Joseph, Caesar, Jotaro, Josuke, Kakyoin, Mista and Bruno would react to this?

Fucking superb shdhshs goblins u n i t e

Joseph:

- So there he was, wearing his brand new jacket in all of it's glory when you came along and oh so innocently asked him to hand it over.

- Him being his usual self he didn't think much of it and just gave it to you. You can only imagine his shocked face when you told him that he's never getting it back.

- He's an ass so expect him to tickle you until you surrender. That's like his first instinct, tickle the goblin until they give it back. Fucker won't even nicely ask you to give it back first. He'd take it from you with a dumb shit eating grin then fist bump the air in victory.

Caesar:

- He noticed you eyeing his headband so after you asked him if he could give it to you he immediately complied with a small smile.

- His eyes would widen then he'd just chuckle and shake his head once you'd claim it as your own. He'd play dirty and try to fluster you in an attempt to make you give it back.

- Sure he does ask you nicely to give it back....perhaps too nicely. This man has his own ways of flustering people so you wouldn't stand a chance. He'd graciously take it from you then thank you with a wink. The nerve of this guy...

Jotaro:

- He was lowkey proud of the brand new hat he just got. When you asked him to give it to you he just raised an eyebrow in confusion and handed it over to you without a word.

- His eyes would comically widen as his jaw would drop once you'd say it now belongs to you. The look of pure shock and confusion on his face would be priceless. Alas the great Jotaro Kujo was out of words for once.

- He'd tell you to give it back immediately (M E N A C I N G L Y). But even he couldn't help himself so he'd just crack a little smile at your antics. He couldn't get mad at you when you were being this cute.

Josuke:

- We all know this boi is REALLY into fashion and values his clothes alot. Especially his pins, they make the entire look of his modified uniform.

- He'd gladly hand you his pins with a smile and would tell you to take your time admiring them. But the moment you say that they now belong to you he's going to F L I P.

- He would stumble over his words and put dozens of questions at the same time like "WAITWHATDOYOUMEANTHEYBELONGTOYOUINEEDTHEMYOUCANTDOTHI-". When you give them back to him he's just gonna sigh in relief and blush while awkwardly apologizing for absolutely losing his shit 10 seconds earlier.

Kakyoin:

- Words cannot describe how much he loves his cherry earrings. He wears them 25/8 and values them more than he values any other article of clothing he has.

- He'd agree to let you have a closer look and would hand you one of them. But his composure would break once you claim the cute little cherry earring as your own.

- Puts his hand on his chest and tells you that one simply cannot do that. Its unnaceptable, it's a c r i m e. He'd visibly relax and sigh in relief when you give it back. Tells you to never do such a thing ever again or else he might just have a sheer heart attack on the spot.

Mista:

- So he just got a new pair of boots and he's loving every second of walking in them. Motherfucker is literally parading through the house, that's how excited he is.

- And you just happened to like them as well and asked him to let you try them on. He'd hand them to you then cheer you on as you'd walk in them.

- Immediately lets out an EEK when you say he's never getting them back again. Honestly he's Josuke 2.0, man would break composure and go crazy and stupid then beg you to give them back. He'd perk up when you'd hand them back to him and tell you that you gave him the scare of his life.

Bruno:

- He values his hair clips alot and never forgets to put them on. And you happened to find them absolutely cute so you asked him to hand them over for a bit.

- He'd hand them over to you then have a moment of mild shock when you claim them as your own. You completely caught him off guard this time.

- He wouldn't lose his composure but he'd just be surprised and ask you kindly to give them back. He's a man of manners after all. Would thank you just as kindly once he gets his precious hair clips back. He doesn't blame you though, he himself just loves these little accessories too much.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #jotaro kujo #josuke higashikata #noriaki kakyoin #guido mista #bruno buccerati #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon

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saltine-kakyoin · 5 years

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🎶 and jotaro and also kakyoin AND another character..whoever u want ;)

oho… you’ve sent me another message? you know what comes next bro, u brought this upon yourself….this is us now man

anyhow, AH. thos boys…god this one is gonna be so difficult because I have So Many Songs that are tied to them. as for the other character, i think i will do my boy sergio because i really need to share my brainstorming songs for him before i explode! :0 thank you again for sending these in, bro!! have a good night, ily! c:

this will be long bc i always ramble..i will be tagging this as long post for mobile gang!

Jotaro:

thom- i hate to start this off with a jotakak-themed song because i know some people Despise jk. i’m sorry for y’all who do, but ahh this song has been stuck in my head for days now! :’( In terms of the SDA, i always think of this song as like…jotaro’s bittersweet journey w his feelings for kak. it’s something about the like, ghostly windchimes in the beginning, the phone buzzing in the bg, and the “please don’t run away”s man, ahhh. I listen to this song a lot when brainstorming him coming to accept that friendship is as far as he and kak go. However,“ The pitter patter gave a rather rinse and lather feeling/ As opposed to shitty attitudes that made me bitter after laughter/ And I dearly regretted it” really makes me think of pt. 4 jotaro in any context. We only see the end result of his development from SDC, but like hhh… do you think he regrets being so gruff? I think of that 1 fanart where he’s looking at the group picture + hoping they knew he wasn’t annoyed by them (or something along those lines, i forget the exact line…ahh)

something’s missing- So, ofc not all parts of this song apply.. and truthfully, I listen to this song while thinking of the immediate period after the crusade in the SDA and how the crusaders are all left with this hole in them (..@kakyoin literally.. i’m sorry i had to. also, abdul is the hole). Out of all of them, though, I always think of Jotaro the most w this song- “My dad asks, ‘Were you okay out where you were stranded?’ How do I tell him that I wasn’t just okay… I was so much better?” LIKE DAMN THAT IS ONE (1) KUJO JOTARO… :( i think he comes back from the crusade and just feels.. severely misplaced. Going back to Japan and the girls following him to school every morning feels so alien to him.

tempest rhapsody- this song is just… *chef kiss* It makes me think of like. star platinum’s first manifestation, and of the emotions one would feel during a 50-day crusade to a place you’ve never been before, where you run the risk of death at least once a week…how would it feel to know if you got seriously injured in a fight, there would be a very real possibility that your *cough* dearly beloved *cough* mother could die? this song is my answer to that question

only in sleep- another choir song! i cannot help myself. This one is more for canon Jotaro. I’ve read a few fics about the universe reset where he’s reunited with the other crusaders one last time before everything becomes nil, and…..augh. “The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild — Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?“ is imo such a jotaro 4 am deliberation

softly- THIS. this was the Original jotakak song, no offense thom. i used to listen to this song on REPEAT while reading nessun dorma, ahhh. so much of the sda jotakak dynamic is shaped from that fic and this song, hghshg. Anyhow, now that I’ve worked on the development of their relationship in the sda, this song is most definitely a song for the jotaro who unknowingly pines in 3rd year and then comes to realize that ah…these are Emotions during uni. during their third year, jotaro and kakyoin do a ton of self-exploration, and spend more than one night floating in the pitch black void of the ocean talking about what they’re going to do after graduation with only the stars to accompany them. they lose this when jotaro goes to florida for uni + kakyoin paris, but they make up for it by calling each other all the time, so “Touch you softly I call you up late at night” made this song an instant hit in my book ghshghw. I adore this song, through and through. ;u;

post-published honorable mention bc i rediscovered him while i was workin on polnareff’s playlist!! DOLLY ZOOM is another really good song for pining jotaro. in the sda, he feels really Horrible about having a crush on kakyoin for a long time because he and his family (that is phrased weird, i am sorry) are the entire reason kakyoin got a hole punched right through his abdomen and spine. they’re the entire reason kakyoin spent months learning how to walk and use his legs again. he doesn’t do anything except bury his feelings because, to him, it’d be Really selfish to do otherwise. i listened to dolly zoom nonstop when i started writing Jotaro’s Decade-Long Yearn because it captures the guilt really well, ahh.

Kakyoin (it is 1:24 am as i’m starting this… let’s see how long i agonize over this part lmao)

ultraviolence- ahh, ze Mindworm Song. I really despise diokak and the fact that he had to spend like…3-4 months with the mindworm just chilling in his brain, but I can’t ignore the fact that he latched onto dio’s friendship and was initially elated to have that whole thing happen. It haunts Kakyoin in canon, and it Most Definitely haunts him in the SDA, and i think he and jotaro have a lot of conversations about how and why and what that whole experience was like. I always end up coming back to this song when brainstorming this year in the au. The beginning just sounds so lonely, and the background choir/ voices really give me the heebie jeebies. Then, there’s the build-up to the beat drop, which really make me think of like. what being mindwormed could feel like? And how it must feel to be so lost in that sauce that you become a passenger in your own mind, lost to the whim of one super manipulative vampire, augh. “You give me love, you know you give me love with your ultraviolet rays” ties into a few of FKA Twigs’ other songs where she sings about not being enough and really obsessively deriving love from someone whose attention is ultimately really harmful and unhealthy, and I think about that and Kakyoin a lot. :(

sound and color- so truthfully, this is my go-to song for any character that dies/almost dies and comes back, or goes through a Huge Life Change. kakyoin fits both of these bills to a T! this song makes me think of getting used to being around such a rowdy but tight-knit group of people who genuinely care about you All Day Long after spending your entire life in isolation. I always think of like, a happiness montage when the second half of this song comes around, and the montage i daydream about for kak during that section is *chef kiss* Sound + Color is like one of the best songs ever, and it’d be a crime to not have a kak setting for it.

first love/late spring- fellas, here’s the kakyoin equivalent to jotaro’s softly. this song was IT, back when the sergio-divergent au and the “All the Crusaders Live” au were two separate things. back then, kakyoin and jotaro’s realization that oh, fuck, they really meant the entire world to each other happened much earlier in the plot. Looking back on that now makes me squint, but I do think that this song is still really fitting for kakyoin exploring those feelings- friendship is one thing, but romance is something entirely different and a lot more intimate. i think it’s a tug-of-war for him, between wanting to jump in to those feelings and wanting to run far far away from them because he doesn’t want to be wrong and ruin their friendship. good times in the kak hole

last words of a shooting star- I really love the bastard fucker side of kakyoin that is explored and celebrated in our fanon, but I can never shake the fact that some of his last thoughts were of his parents (and i think he was sorry for making them worry? which… baby…) and that his polite, “outwardly anxious” presentation was this big facade for like.. the Deep and Soul-Wrenching loneliness he felt because he was a stand user? The first stanza and “They’ll never know how I’d stared at the dark in that room/ With no thoughts” make me think of kakyoin deeply- if his family had never gone to egypt and he’d never met dio or jotaro, what would have happened to him? Who would he be? i’ve always been super attached to that part of kak bc fundamentally… I Relate. but also i am just fond of it because it makes me sob- he deserved so much better than to get murdered by the same man who manipulated his entire identity right at the climax of his character arc….some crimes can never be forgiven, hirohiko….

vertigo- i don’t listen to this song for kak often, but it is a Quintessential Kakyoin song. according to khalid’s twitter, vertigo is a song about “Overcoming overthinking. After every dark days, there’s a brighter outcome. Being at a super low place in your life and realizing that, there’s other people going through that same path you’re walking down. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel. It’s also a story about fear of abandonment.” which….Big Kakyoin Energies. The “Are we alive?Or are we dreaming?” part also ties back into the Kakyoin Parties in a Coma for a Month arc- your mind has a wild wild time when you’re in a medically induced coma, theoretically because it’s trying to fill in the blanks for all of the stuff you’re sensing? And coming out of a medically induced coma is a bizarre experience, where it’s hard to tell if you’re still in the coma and just imagining things or if you’re actually awake. Kakyoin has a mad time in the month immediately after SDC, one that i’m sure he doesn’t enjoy too much after the death 13 fight.

honorable mention goes to i am not yours- this has been a kak song to me for a long time as well. the context of the song is way different from my interpretation for this setting, but AH. I just think kakyoin really struggles to differentiate and understand romantic feelings. This song really reminds me of that struggle, and I think also touches nicely on like. the identity issue of it all too.. “yet i am i, who long to be” yanno? ; J ; it’s hard for me to explain

another honorable mention, my statue sinking. in the sda, after the events in egpyt, kakyoin is thrown into a coma for like an entire month while his body gets operated back together, and then he spends months in physical therapy learning how to walk w a prosthetic spine (kudos to cyborg speedwagon being a reverse engineering madman :D). i like to imagine that there’s also some degree of therapy going on this whole time, also. you don’t just get donuted + thrown into a coma for a month without some counseling to get you back on your feet..i think the lasting effects of dio’s influence are addressed here, but only briefly because it’s not something kakyoin is eager to explore. however, I think that this song captures the like... distress? i guess? of knowing that your life has been irreparably thrown off course because of dio. like yes, you met some really wonderful people that helped you learn how deeply healing friendship could be! but also.. you lost months of your life to mind control, and then another month to a coma, and then additional months to training your body to function again....there’s some psychological stress there. While I think that Jotaro and Polnareff are affected the most by the crusade, I think they all emerge from it with some degree of ptsd. Being targeted by complete strangers at all times of day cannot be good for your mental health, you know? Anyhow, I think My Statue Sinking captures that aftermath feeling really well. Everyone survives and recovers from the crusade, but there’s a part in all of them that is lost to Egypt.

on to sergio!! (it is now 2:04 am lmaooooooo) sergio will be easy because I only ever listen to the same handful of songs when I’m writing him hdhgh

i will come to you- this is THE sergio song. i think of this song every time i write about him, whether it’s the “believe in me…” “also believe in me” lyric exchange that i imagine he has with both tomoko and holly; the “and i will pray to my father…my father…and he will abide” part being about him reaching out to joseph with his final breaths and spilling all of the beans about dio and begging him to finish things so that Tomoko and Josuke, the Kujos, and he and Suzi can be safe; the “foreeever……foreee-eever.. forever..” part being where he dies and his soul passes into the next realm.. “even the spirit of truth [golden prophet] whom the world [..yeah..] cannot receive, because it seeth him not [bc suad defects and buries sergio instead of bringing his dead body to dio]. Neither knoweth him, but you know him…for he dwelleth in you and he shall be in you [literally the entire joestar/kujo/higashikata family being so near and dear to him + his spirit being with them even after death]” and then, like.. george i, jonathan, and george ii coming to retrieve his soul during the “heeeee shallll beee in youuu” part… “i will not leave you comfortless. i Will Not leave.. You Comfortless… iiii wiiiill come…. to you.. to You” part being about his soul mingling within star platinum and crazy diamond because he has a Need, even in death, to protect them. UGH (also his essence being especially prevalent in crazy diamond, which is partially why its power is to repair things!! bc hamon! ; O ;) literally I have an Entire music video with sergio’s death set to this music. i’ve listened to it way too many times.

when david heard- so to be frank this is actually more of a joseph song, but it’s only a joseph song when sergio exists + gets murdered. :o i cried the first time i listened to this, and then months later i listened to it while thinking of sergio + like. sobbed fr fr. Joseph is asleep when Sergio calls him, so he gets sergio’s final message as a voicemail on his answering machine hours after the fact. the message itself is chilling because Joseph had no clue his son had gone on this huge mission by himself to kill Dio, and now he’s dead! however, it’s made even worse because Joseph wasn’t there to pick the call up and comfort his son in his dying breaths or do Anything. it’s just like Caesar, which is. god awful. it’s such a horrible realization because sergio, whom joseph named after what caesar wanted to name his own son, has been condemned to the same fate as his namesake. Thus this song- i’ve yet to come across a song that captures the feeling of hearing that kind of news so well. (also when i tag things as my sOOOOON or *cries my son in 8-part harmony a la whitacre*, this is the song i’m referencing :D)

zombies / terrified- ahhh, these songs capture the HORROR sergio feels upon sensing dio’s presence in Japan really well. (also “I’m going to eat you alive/please don’t find me rude, but i don’t eat fast food/ so don’t run too fast” is SUCH a dio mood…) Sergio maintains his composure about the Dio Dilemma for a good year before he flies off the handle, and his entire proto-crusade against the vampire is just. Laced with paranoia, even if he is learning a ton of useful skills. These two songs capture that feeling of something constantly watching/creeping up on you so well, and ever since i discovered them, I’ve listened to them for Sergio inspo.

the prophet- This is the only song I’ve done so far that the characters would actually listen to lmao. Sergio is a Huge fan of The Temptations, and his stand is actually named after this song! (+ the esoteric title for the hermit, which was really amazing luck on my end ; J ;) it also had a huge hand in figuring out what his stand power would be, the lyric that decided it was “God doesn’t listen to the words you pray; he hears what your heart has got to say.” However, the entire last stanza of the song ties really well into his character arc fhshgh. Also, this song just feels like it could Be the child of Bloody Stream, if that makes any sense. it’s so groovy and funky, but the lyrics are like big ominous lmao. I was super ecstatic to find this song- if sergio were to ever get an animation, this song would be the OP, yanno?

armageddon- This is another “this song would be on their personal playlist” song. Sergio’s got a lot of love for all styles of music in his heart, but jazz is his home base and always what he comes back to. I like to imagine that Lisa Lisa’s husband introduces Sergio to Wayne Shorter’s music at the age of like 8 or 9, and Sergio’s just. obsessed with the man’s music for the rest of his life. I really love Shorter’s explanation for the meaning of this song and its album as a whole: “What I’m trying to express here is a sense of judgment approaching - judgment for everything alive from the smallest ant to man. I know that the accepted meaning of ‘Armageddon’ is the last battle between good and evil - whatever it is. But my definition of the judgment to come is a period of total enlightenment in which we will discover what we are and why we’re here.” Like… wig.. I feel like that’s such big sergio energy. Armageddon itself also feels like a really nice ED- it’s lively, but in a good episode-ending kind of way. Do i dream of animating Sergio’s adventure one day? Mayhaps.

honorable mention goes to just my imagination/ my girl- We’ve covered that Sergio adores The Temptations, so it’s no secret that he would listen to these songs ceaselessly. however, i really like the broadway harmonies + instrumentals that they did for Ain’t Too Proud, so that’s what’s goin in here. these songs are THE tomoko/sergio songs…He loves Tomoko and the way she quips + teases + gets up to nonsense with him So Much. There’s a huge part of him that has No Idea what Tomoko sees in a music geek like him, but ughh he is so grateful that she likes him because she is a Goddess. he’s blessed yo..

#long post #i went into a deep meditative state typing this... i don't even remember typing some of this ghdhs #it is 3 am and i am BOPPING to the temptations tho so it's all good #this ask meme is so fun.. litch rally anything w music is bound to be a Good TIme #thank you for asking again!! <3 #fullmetal-the-last-alchemist

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psychosistr · 5 years

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Interesting- Jotakak SerialKiller!AU Chapter 4

Summary: Kakyoin shows Jotaro a side of himself that few people ever expect. In return, he sees a side of his boyfriend that he never would have expected...

Warning: There is some mild violence against a background character in this chapter. Also, mild warning for language and some referenced lemon-action that isn’t posted in this version.

Edit: Here’s the uncensored version on AO3

Everything finally came to a head one day at school. Kakyoin had been sent out to retrieve some worksheets the teacher forgot in his office that he would need for his next class. Jotaro had volunteered to go with him, but the teacher told him to sit down and stop trying to get out of class since Kakyoin could certainly handle a stack of papers on his own. Kakyoin wouldn’t have minded the company, though- having Jotaro around was still fun and far more interesting than being alone or dealing with any of his classmates, even with his change in behavior.

Kakyoin retrieved the worksheets easily enough and began making his way back to class. A few problems arose, however, in the form of six male students skipping class and smoking in the stair well. They had the style of typical Japanese high school delinquents with scars and badly cut and/or dyed hair, but Kakyoin wasn’t impressed or intimidated by boys like them.

Kakyoin attempted to slip through an opening between them to get up the stairs. “Pardon me.” One of the boys who had been leaning with his back against the wall decided to stick his leg out and block Kakyoin’s path by planting it firmly against the railing in front of him. Kakyoin looked at him, feeling bored and irritated by such a childish attempt at intimidation. “Did you need something?”

The boy in question smirked and lowered his leg, moving to stand directly in Kakyoin’s path and block his way up the stairs with his full body. “Yeah.” He leaned into Kakyoin’s personal space, far too close for Kakyoin’s comfort. “Those sunglasses. They seem pretty cool. Hand ‘em over.”

Kakyoin sighed, feeling even more irritated and leaning back slightly to avoid smelling the cheap tobacco of whatever brand of cigarette the boy had been smoking. “Sorry, but they’re prescription. Even if I did give them to you, it would just make you dizzy and cause you to stumble around like even more of a fool than you already are. Now, kindly get out of my way- my teacher is waiting for me to return with these papers.”

The boy’s eyebrow twitched as his face turned into an angry snarl. “The hell’d you just say to me?”

Kakyoin rolled his eyes under his sunglasses, scowling at the idiot blocking his path. “I said you would look more foolish with these sunglasses and to ‘kindly get out of my way’. Or, in terms you would understand- ‘get the hell out of my way before I make you cry like a bitch in front of your friends’. Are we clear?”

The boy looked positively furious as he grabbed the front of Kakyoin’s shirt tightly in his fist. “Oho, you think you’re a tough guy, huh?!”

One of the boy’s friends glanced around. “Dude, you should be careful- that’s the guy that’s always hangin’ around Kujo from class 2B!”

He looked over Kakyoin’s shoulder at his friend. “Why the fuck should I be worried about that prick?! You think I’m afraid of him?! I could kick his fuckin’ gaijin ass and slap this bitch in front of hi-!” He never got a chance to finish his sentence, as Kakyoin’s unoccupied hand had curled into a fist and slammed into his nose, effectively silencing him and forcing him to stumble back to fall on the stairs and release Kakyoin’s shirt. “?!!”

The other guys got up from their various relaxed positions and looked at their friend’s bloody face. “Asahi-kun?!”

Kakyoin ignored them and set the papers down on a higher up step so that they were out of the way. After the stack of worksheets was out of harm’s way, he cracked his knuckles and glared down at the punk lying beneath him. He was positively livid.

“You could have just let me walk by. That would have been the end of it.” He grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt, parodying what had been done to him earlier. “But, I’m afraid you’ve made three poor choices just now. Shall we go over them?” He placed his free hand over the boy’s already damaged nose and gripped it firmly. “Mistake number one: You grabbed me without my permission.” He used his grip on the boy’s nose to further snap it out of shape, utilizing the break in the cartilage he’d made earlier.

The boy let out a loud yelp of pain. “GYAAAAHH!”

Kakyoin shifted his weight onto one foot while raising the other over the boy’s foot, which was positioned over a gap in the stairs. “Mistake number two: You called me a bitch, and I am NO ONE’S bitch.” He stomped down with a chilling crunch, breaking the boy’s ankle and making his foot twist around to face the wrong way.

The boy screamed that time, the sound echoing off of the walls. “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”

“Asahi-kun!” One of his friends yelled and made a move to grab Kakyoin. “Get the fuck off of him, you bast-!” He stopped and froze when Kakyoin’s free hand produced a green-handled butterfly flick blade and easily snapped it open. Without a word, Kakyoin stabbed the closest boy in the leg as a warning to the others to stay away, the boys scrambling to catch their injured friend before he fell down the stairs and broke anything. “!!!”

Kakyoin smirked and looked back down at his main target, looming over the bleeding and crying boy beneath him. “Your third mistake, however, was the worst one of all..if not for that one, I may have let you off with a warning..” He brought the knife down to press against the boy’s cheek, the blade perfectly sharp and already causing a bead of blood to slip out of a shallow cut. “Do you know what that mistake was?” He could hear the sound of footsteps in the distance, probably onlookers drawn by the scream earlier.

The boy tried to shake his head, but he whimpered when the action made the knife cut him again. “P-Please, just-just let me go!”

Kakyoin ignored him and positioned the knife where he wanted it to start cutting properly. “Mistake number three…” He started pressing the knife in through the pliant flesh of the punk’s cheek, his voice low and dangerous. “You insulted my BOYFRIEND. That was a very STUPID thing to do. I think the responsible thing to do here would be to let everyone know what an idiot you are, don’t you agree?”

The screaming and begging from the boy was music to Kakyoin’s ears as he began carving into his face. He released the boy’s shirt to instead grip his head, holding it firmly in place so the lines would come out straight. By the time he was finished, the boy’s tears were mixing beautifully with the blood and making him scream louder from the fresh pain of the salty tears getting into his open wounds.

Kakyoin eventually released him to look over his handiwork, pleased with how it turned out. The message was simple and straightforward, the characters for “baka” (meaning idiot/fool) were outlined with a crooked heart that cut partially into his lower eyelid and the corner of his mouth. All that was left was to sign it-

“Nori..?” He heard the deep voice of his boyfriend above him and looked up. He spotted Jotaro half a flight up the stairs, looking down at him with the widest eyes Kakyoin had ever seen on his face. He looked shocked, but not horrified at all.

Kakyoin smiled up at him sweetly, waving with the hand holding the bloody knife casually. “Ah, hey, Jojo. I’ll be with you in just a moment- I’m almost done.” He leaned down to the boy with a terrifying, sadistic smirk. “Looks like you got lucky- I’d rather go spend time with my boyfriend than finish dealing with you. Just one more thing before I go, though.” He pressed the blade to the boy’s throat, feeling the quivering of his adam’s apple under the blade as it drew a thin line across his throat in warning. “If you or your little friends ever start anything with me again, say anything negative about my boyfriend, or if anyone else finds out about what happened today..my face will be the last thing that ANY of you will get to see in this world. Are we clear?” When the boy only whimpered in response, Kakyoin pressed the knife in a bit deeper. “ARE WE CLEAR?” He asked more firmly.

“Yes! Yes, we are! Yes!” The boy answered frantically, sobbing out loud.

“Good.” Kakyoin smiled and stood up straight. He grabbed the boy’s sleeve and used it to wipe the blood off of his knife before pocketing it again and going to retrieve the stack of papers from earlier. He walked up the stairs to where Jotaro was waiting for him and gave him that same sweet smile from earlier. “I think I’ll leave these outside of the classroom so we can go talk. Sound good?”

“…Mh…” Was the grunted answer he received as the two made their way up to the classroom.

After leaving the papers outside of the door and knocking to let the teacher know they were there, Kakyoin followed Jotaro to an empty classroom on the far side of the building. Once they were both inside, Jotaro shut and locked the door before finally turning to look at Kakyoin.

“What was that about?” Jotaro asked as he watched Kakyoin sit casually on top of the teacher’s desk.

“Oh, nothing to worry about. We simply had a disagreement and I resolved it.” Kakyoin said while leaning his weight back onto his hands.

“Uh huh.” Jotaro walked up to him, looking down at Kakyoin with an unreadably neutral expression. “And did this ‘disagreement’ involve me?”

Kakyoin tilted his head to the side, bringing a finger to his chin in a mock-thoughtful gesture. “Weeeell..not originally, no..but your name did come up in an unflattering way. It’s fine, though. Like I said- I resolved it.”

“With a knife?” Jotaro questioned.

“It was effective.” Kakyoin said while shrugging, looking up at his boyfriend. “Does that bother you?”

“Yeah…but not like that…” He replied.

Kakyoin was confused about what Jotaro meant by that until he suddenly found himself being pressed back into the desk with 195 centimeters of height and 82 kilograms of pure muscle on top of him while familiar lips firmly pressed against his own.

Kakyoin was a bit surprised, to say the least. Even with Jotaro’s shift in behavior lately, the most they’d ever done at school were light kisses when no one was around and walking with Jotaro’s arm around him. Now, though, they were full on making-out on a teacher’s desk with Jotaro’s tongue already finding its way into his mouth. It was a welcome change of pace, though, and Kakyoin soon found himself enjoying the deep, passionate kiss that Jotaro was giving him.

Jotaro’s hands began to slide around Kakyoin’s body, one stroking along his side and the other squeezing his thigh. “Mhh..Nori..” Jotaro panted against Kakyoin’s lips when they finally broke for air, but he quickly dove back down to bite and kiss at Kakyoin’s neck. “Fuck..you’re hot..”

Kakyoin sighed and tilted his head, giving his boyfriend more room. “Hmhh..good to know you won’t get turned off by those little displays..” He unbuttoned the top of his uniform shirt enough that Jotaro could pull it aside and bite further down his neck, wringing a low moan out of Kakyoin from the eager attention.

Jotaro sucked a deep bruise in a spot that would be hidden by Kakyoin’s shirts later before speaking again. “Does that happen a lot?”

Kakyoin shrugged with his opposite shoulder to avoid bumping Jotaro in the face. “Sometimes. There are a few things I don’t tolerate: People calling me anything effeminate. People touching me without my permission. And..” He laced his fingers through Jotaro’s hair in a soothing, affectionate gesture. “People insulting or threatening someone I care about.”

“……” Jotaro was quiet and still for a moment. Kakyoin was fine with that, he just continued running his fingers through Jotaro’s dark locks. Finally, he moved his head back up to look Kakyoin in the eyes. “Do I have permission to touch you?” The I really want to touch you was left unsaid, but Kakyoin picked up on it nonetheless.

“Jojo…” With a quiet chuckle, Kakyoin carefully removed Jotaro’s signature hat from his head. He enjoyed the way the larger boy’s ears turned a little red and he averted his eyes- he hated feeling defenseless and open, but he clearly trusted Kakyoin enough that he didn’t even try to get his hat back. Kakyoin set the hat aside and brought his hands up to cup the sides of Jotaro’s face while looking him in the eyes. “How do you want to touch me? Depending on your answer, I may say yes.”

There was no hesitation when Jotaro replied. “I want to worship you.”

A shiver ran down Kakyoin’s spine at the conviction with which Jotaro spoke. The serious look in his eyes, despite the dusting of red along his ears, was almost intoxicating. “Jotaro…” Kakyoin’s smile turned into a teasing smirk as he laid himself out appealingly on the desk. “That was the right answer. You have my permission.”

“That..That was..incredible, Jojo..” He smiled down at his boyfriend with a little less sadism this time, more joking rather than serious now that he was caught in his post-orgasmic afterglow. “I never thought you’d be that good..have you actually done this before? Do I need to be jealous?”

“No.” Jotaro replied, his voice a bit raspy from the serious fucking that his throat just endured. “You’re the only one.”

“Good.” Kakyoin petted his boyfriend’s head, stroking the mess he’d made of his hair into a slightly better shape. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

Jotaro closed his eyes and leaned into Kakyoin’s touch. “Hm..don’t need to..”

Kakyoin was about to say that he really didn’t mind (even if he may not be as good as Jotaro at it), when he sat up a bit more and looked down. He saw that, at some point, Jotaro had slipped his cock out of his pants and it was now softening just like Kakyoin’s own. He also noticed a splash of white on the teacher’s desk in front of Jotaro’s lap…

“Did..Did you..” Kakyoin blinked, looking both surprised and confused. Jotaro’s hands had been on him nearly the entire time, there was no way he’d been touching himself. So..that meant.. “Did you just..cum from sucking me off..?”

“……” Jotaro tilted his head down slightly, the tips of his ears a little red but his expression otherwise as calm and stoic as ever “..It was hot…”

“………” Kakyoin stared silently for a moment before his face split into a big grin and he climbed off of the desk, right into his surprised boyfriend’s lap. Kakyoin then cupped Jotaro’s cheeks in his hands and forced him to lift his head again so he could kiss him on the lips.

“…?” Jotaro was surprised at first, but he seemed unable to deny Kakyoin anything and was soon kissing him back.

The kiss was tender and loving, filled with warmth and adoration that contrasted starkly with the fact that Kakyoin was still naked (aside from the shirt barely hanging onto his elbows) and there was cum drying on the desk directly behind him. They stayed like that for a while, taking their time kissing and making out and just being close to one another.

Kakyoin was the one to end the kiss just as he had started it, smiling at Jotaro and stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m so glad you’re mine- you really are perfect for me. I’m very lucky.” He kissed the corner of Jotaro’s mouth sweetly and gazed at him.

Jotaro looked away, unable to meet the sincerity and adoration in Kakyoin’s eyes. “……” He didn’t say anything back, but the look in his eyes and the way he quietly squeezed Kakyoin’s hand said everything:

“I’m lucky to have you.”

“I don’t want you to ever leave me.”

“I love you.”

Kakyoin squeezed Jotaro’s hand back to return every sentiment that remained unspoken, happy to simply have the other boy by his side.

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#jotaro x kakyoin #jotakak #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #serial killer!AU #serial killer!Jotaro #mild violence

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More information on post-canon Kak! (Spoiler warning ofc, for those who need it, and tw for some mentions of violence and injury in medical terms) This is mostly for my OWN reference but feel free to read it if you’re curious about him!

Note that this is mostly for my own reference, but feel free to read it and the information if you’d like to know.

Kakyoin’s injuries sustained in his fight with Dio were nearly fatal, and required extensive surgery and physical therapy in order for him to live-- even still he lost use of his legs and suffered severe mental trauma. This is a run-down of the after effects of the battle in-detail.

The most notable is the injury to his spinal column. The injury broke his spine and came close to severing the spinal completely though it was still left partially in-tact but extremely damaged. The spine had to be partially reconstructed in order to allow Kakyoin to be able to sit upright. The injury was in the lumbar area of his spine, just below the end of the ribs.

Because of his spinal injury, Kakyoin has “incomplete paraplegia”, and can’t feel most things from his hips down. Because the spine wasn’t fully severed, he can still sometimes feel pressure against his skin and uncomfortable pins-and-needles feelings in his hips, but little more than that. His muscles in his hips will also sometimes twitch. He is not able to walk or bend his legs, but he is capable of some hip movement, and balancing himself upright. He requires the use of a wheelchair to move, though he has had some mild success using Hierophant Green to move himself around for short periods of time. It’s extremely tiring to do so in the same way it would be for him to drag himself around using his own arms-- it’s very much like having to drag the dead weight of his legs.

Hierophant’s abilities haven’t been impacted by the injuries to Kakyoin’s physical body.

Kakyoin often wears sweaters and thick pants because his body isn’t capable of regulating the temperature of his legs anymore. He should probably opt for lighter clothes in warmer climates, but Kakyoin is just as stubborn about it as he was about his uniform as a teenager.

There was organ damage, notably to his stomach, liver, and intestines, which necessitated surgeries to mend the damage to his stomach and intestines and an entire Liver transplant.

Kakyoin was under medical observance for several months, and had to be brought back under for three additional surgeries as they fought his injuries and tried to stabilize him. For the first several weeks in the hospital, Kakyoin was in a medically induced coma, and it seemed unlikely he would survive. He would, eventually, wake up, and discover the loss of the use of his legs.

After waking up, Kakyoin suffered from a pretty severe depressive spell while he came to terms with his injuries and the fact he would likely never walk again. Since the Speedwagon Foundation were in charge of his care, they were able to provide both emotional support for him. He’s still got problems, but he’s better equipped to handle them than someone like, say, Jotaro, who didn’t seek any help.

Physical therapy did help him to recover the mobility in his hips and some feeling, but it was pretty quickly apparent that Kakyoin would have to rely on a wheelchair. He eventually was stable enough to be released and finish highschool, though it was after

Kakyoin still has to take immunosuppresants and immunosuppresant support drugs in order to help prevent rejection of the replaced organ, which puts him at a higher risk of infections and disease. He also has been prescribed anti-depressants for an issue that was already present before his injuries, but worsened after-the-fact.

#OOC || Break time!#Kakyoin || Temporal Dead Zone where clocks are barely breathing #headcanons || journal entries #tw: injury #tw: hospital #tw: medical terminology #injury #hospital #medical terminology #tw: violence #violence #||please let me know if you need additional tags on this||#|| also fuck canon I do what I want||

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bewildered lavenders study the other man’s face punctiliously , the sudden weight of the atmosphere pressing down on kakyoin’s slender shoulders & causing him to worry . had there been some component of their mission he’d blindly missed ?? jotaro rarely looked so … anxious about anything ; the redhead considers just how intensely monumental something would have be to elicit such a restless shift in the composure of a man so notoriously unshakable . he’s intimately aware of the truth that jotaro is only human , despite his greatest efforts to appear as a force both impenetrable & indestructible , but even with consideration of that detail , the sheer strength of the control ( outwardly , at least ) his dearest friend possesses in regard to his emotions is nothing insignificant . whatever he’s about to share with kakyoin is surely nothing short of prodigious .

but why wait until now ?? perhaps it’s something not even the speedwagon driver should overhear ——— a prospect which does nothing to soothe the smaller man’s intensifying nerves . yielding lips part , their subtle gloss catching the light much in the same way that concerned violets gleam , his expression coming to match jotaro’s in terms of sobriety . a slender hand moves on its own accord , brushing along the inside of the taller male’s elbow , feeling the warmth of his skin even through his sleeve ; a humble attempt to provide a sense of comfort , no matter how fleeting . “ jojo … ?? ” addresses kakyoin , a voice characteristically loud & confident gone soft & solicitous , conveying the depth of his concern . he even took off his hat , he notes , suspending the urge to chew on his lower lip , for somehow , that simple gesture makes the air between them harder to breathe .

“ … ” a greater impression of utter confusion befalls kakyoin as jotaro speaks again , and so cryptically , leaving the redhead’s state of bemusement personified in the raise of a brow & the almost imperceptible tilt of a ruby - crowned head . “ … jojo , you aren’t making any se——— ” the statement never finds completion , for with all the suddenness of rain unforecast , the dark - haired man’s lips meet those of kakyoin .

the shorter man is beyond stunned by the unanticipated contact , to the extent that he cannot respond . his eyes distend in shock , in disbelief ——— he wonders if he had fallen asleep in the car & this is some uncannily realistic & cinematic dream , or even if he had passed out on the hotel bed due to unrealized exhaustion from their travels . yet , were this a dream of any sort , he more than certainly would not be sitting frozen & responseless , but passionately kissing the other back , melting into him because he’s wanted this for so long , and he is so in love with him .

no , this is real .

but it dawns on him too late . jotaro has already pulled away & kakyoin has lost concept of time , unsure if that moment lasted a millisecond or an millennium . he can feel that his face is blooming red once again , thousands of words & phrases barreling through his mind at breakneck speed , but he says nothing , rendered mute by the overwhelming emotions that wrap around him , constricting him like a famished serpent & squeezing the air from his lungs . he hears what jotaro says to him , though , and he only stares at him in soundless awe , while wetness builds in the dams of his waterlines .

“ do you know … ” he finally starts , gathering his bearings & immuring them in a vice - like grip , “ how long i have wanted you to do that ?? ” kakyoin’s articulation is warbled & quivery , but more sincere than any words he has spoken in his life .

perhaps he shouldn’t allow the entirety of a decade’s worth of feelings pour out of him all at once , but he needs the other to know how serious this is , in the event he thinks this to be something transitory , or some sort of game . ’tis unlikely ; jotaro has never been one to play with anyone’s emotions or to even make anything of his own perceptible , if he can help it , but kakyoin cannot allow the risk . he cannot allow any room for heartbreak , not this deep into his feelings . “ i’ve been in love with you since we were kids … i fell in love with you the minute you risked your life to save mine . you were the first person to treat me like i was worth something … i felt alive when i was with you . and that hasn’t changed , after all this time , ” a weighted pause ensues , the red - haired man reserving a few seconds to take in a breath , to hold himself together despite the fact that he can feel the tears in his eyes becoming heavier , threatening to spill at any second .

“ but i was a coward . i never told you how i felt . even after i almost fucking died , i couldn’t bring myself to tell you that … that i loved you . i was afraid of losing the greatest friend i’ve ever had … but i just loved you more & more , every second . i thought i had lost you forever when you got married , but i could only be mad at myself for never being honest with you . ” he leans in , both hands grasping the other man’s face between soft palms , looking deep into his eyes , which sparkle like the sea . there’s not a doubt in kakyoin’s mind . there never was . “ i’ll be honest with you , now . i do feel the same . i love you , kujo jotaro . i’m in love with you , i’ve been in love with you for the past ten years . and i’ll love you as long as you’re you . ”

what follows those tearful words is a kiss , mild & tender , the redhead’s heart feeling like it’s on the verge of bursting .

He really felt the same this entire time? He thinks back to their time together in Egypt, the glances and the awkward stance between the two of them when they had to share a room. Jotaro’s feelings were hard to figure out back then, perhaps just overly stubborn about the way he feels or just simply didn’t understand that kind of love. Yet...now that he looks back, he most definitely fell for Kakyoin hard.

Yet why did he never say anything? Why couldn’t he just tell him right then and there amidst the sand? Simply put, seeing Kakyoin end up in the hospital because of him was hard on Jotaro. Feeling horribly guilty, like it was his fault. Yet that was so long ago now, their lives had gone in different directions and maturity even came in, but Jotaro’s feelings never died. He tried so hard to move past those feelings for Kakyoin, trying to fall for someone else only to end up in that disaster of a marriage that ended up in complete flames.

A part of him also wondered if Kakyoin ever would feel the same. Though he never cared about gender, he knew that not everyone apparently felt the same as he did where gender didn’t matter. Even if it didn’t, what if he was just a brat to be around?

Yet that insecurity and worry, it was all gone when he hears Kakyoin confess to him that he too felt the same. That he loved him more than anyone, and that made Jotaro manage to smile, leaning in to such a tender kiss. “Nori, I want to be with you. Will you...go out with me?” The way he asked was so soft, like he was still that awkward teenager who didn’t know how to say anything without coming across as rude or intimidating unless he was around a special someone.

“Noriaki Kakyoin, I love you.”

#;Jotaro #boyfriend acquired!!!#Jotaro 20 minutes later: *punches his 16 year old uncle*

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