syd (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

cuteness aggression ft. jotaro

your routine every friday night was all the same, you never changed it. you kicked your shoes off, change into your most comfortable pajamas, and then doomscroll on your phone until your eyes give up and you fall into a deep slumber. the only difference this time around was your boyfriend coming home late at night. usually, he'd find you already asleep with your phone playing an annoying audio on repeat right beside you. he'd turn it off for you and would pull the covers over your head.

but he came home early. he failed to have mentioned this, considering the stunned expression on your face when you saw him walk through the entrance door. you weren't in your shared bedroom, instead, you were there pressed into the corner of the couch with a blanket draped over your body. you looked like you were hugging yourself with your phone barely peeking out from the covers. you turned your head to look at your tired boyfriend.

"welcome home," you smiled warmly, adjusting slightly. "want me to heat up dinner?"

he didn't say anything first. he dropped his bag at the foot of the couch, still making eye contact with you. you didn't question how he reached out for you and cupped your cheek, easing you in as you instinctively leaned in to his touch.

you were adorable. in everything that you did and it drove him crazy. he couldn't exactly put a finger as to why, it made him almost angry. anytime you looked at his direction, he felt his heart hammer out of his chest. your sweet voice calling out his name, how you were smaller compared to him.

he wasn't an aggressive man. not on a regular basis at least. maybe when he was a teenager, he had his temperamental moments. he was cold, distant, and always so defensive about himself. even when it came to the people that he cared about.

but now, that part of him had melted away and the older he got the more wiser he was. he considered you his other half and you allowed him to be himself and be vulnerable. and there was this excitement that you carried, like a burst of energy trapped into your body. and anytime it burst, he gushed on the inside and hugged you.

"later." he mumbled in response, making himself comfortable right next to you on the couch. you figured he wanted to cuddle, already shuffling under the blanket but he yanked the fabric off your lap and pulled you in close. you let out a shocked gasp, your hands immediately pressed on his chest to keep you steady.

"what's gotten into you??" you questioned with a nervous laugh. oh you were adorable. something as simple as him manhandling you for a tight hug made you tremble. he could feel your body responding to his touch. he was hesitant yet so forward and bold.

"stay still." he mumbled, the grip he had on your body was tight but not enough to hurt you. his strong forearms kept you locked and he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. he inhaled your scent, something sweet tickling at his nostrils mixed with your own musk that he loved so much.

he brought one hand up, his thumb and the rest of his digits digging into your cheeks as he gave you a squeeze that made your lips puckered. you whined in retaliation, your hands wrapped around his wrist and he simply lets out a sigh.

"so goddamn cute..." you heard him mutter. your body shivered in response, eyes barely open and you felt him lean in to give you a chaste kiss, before giving your cheeks a squeeze once again. without giving you a warning, he tilted his head and bit at your cheek which you pulled away and giggled.

"hey!" you warned, rubbing at your cheek and felt your heart swoon at the sight of your boyfriend smiling back at you. it was rare for jotaro to be this playful with you, let alone him even smiling. he was always tired and grim, not that you really minded, but it was a nice surprise at the very least. "it looked like you really wanted to eat me there for a second."

"not exactly," he shook his head. he cupped at the side of your cheek that wasn't bitten and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. he gazed into your eyes so lovingly and gave you one more kiss. "meet me in the bedroom."

"you're not hungry?" you blinked.

soo,, this might be a long one ^^"

could we get another jotaro x reader where jotaro is in denial of liking reader, but star platinum absolutely adores reader soo much that he brings them little trinkets, little letters, snacks, even pets on the head, etc without jotaro noticing,, and when jotaro eventually confesses to reader they get confused because they thought he'd been purposefully courting/flirting them with his stand this whole time,,,,, when he was for the most part just Not aware of what star was doing

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꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ HIDDEN CRUSH ! ⤷ in which . . . jotaro doesn't plan on confessing his love to you, but star has other plans.

you know what people say, right? ignorance is bliss. and in this case, it's the fattest blessing in the world.

you really thought jotaro would've caught a whiff of star platinum's antics by now, but he seems completely oblivious to everything taking place behind his back.

to say jotaro's stand likes you a little too much would be an understatement. when you are face to face with jotaro, star immediately manifests next to him to give you a heartwarming wave. but things get a lot worse once jotaro walks away.

you don't know how big star platinum's range is, but it certainly must be pretty darn big if he manifests close to you almost everywhere. you live close to him, so your house is the stand's usual destination.

he just pops up without a warning, often in the most inconvenient times for you, just to present you some beautiful rocks that he found with a determined little smile on his face, like a cat delivering a dead mouse to its owner thinking that it brought back some kind of trophy.

"wow, star! those are... super nice!" you told him every single time, trying your absolute best to sound cheerful as he laid the stones on your desk, urging you to take them.

after putting them all in a box you purposefully bought to store all of the small trinkets star brought you every time he dropped by, the stand would give you a small headpat before disappearing.

sometimes he appears just in time before you trip somewhere, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist to help you regain your balance, or just when something's about to slip from your hands, catching it moments before it hits the ground and makes a mess.

when you're studying, star will phase through the window just to drop a small snickers bar on your test and give you a big 'thumbs-up' befor returning to its user.

star platinum is somehow everywhere all the damn time for everything.

at first you thought that he was behaving like this simply because you're a fellow stand user, but when you found out that stands never treat anyone else other than their user with such care, you soon gave up on your initial assumption.

so what could it be?

the only reasonable explanation you could come up with was that, since stands are a manifestation of one's soul, jotaro has to have feelings for you.

a guy like him using his stand to flirt with you rather than doing it himself was expected. the only time you'd ever interact with jotaro was during team projects and rarely after lectures. also, you're convinced he walks with a stick up his ass the whole time. that guy is emotionally constipated.

or so you thought.

"i like you," were the words that he casually whispered to you just a moment ago. you're sitting in the auditorium, the far back row, as your professor yaps about the genetic adaptation of corals.

you should've gotten suspicious when jotaro chose to sit suspiciously close to you this morning. he's usually the type of person to leave room for jesus when sitting next to someone.

you turn your head a little too fast, only to find him already looking at you, his head propped up on his fist, notes written in cursive in front of him long forgotten. but the way he played with his pen gave away the nerves he was trying his hardest to conceal.

"yeah, i sorta figured..." you let out an awkward chuckle and rub your temple with your pencil.

jotaro's angular eyebrows shift upwards slightly, confusion coloring his features. "what do you mean? i don't think i've given you any signs until now..." he says, more to himself rather than you as he returns to looking forward. he brings his pen to his mouth this time, biting down on its edge with his teeth.

you try to cover up a snort with your hand. "so you're telling me that sending your stand to hang out with me every single day is not a good enough sign for you?"

jotaro blue-screens, seizing all movements instantly. his pen stays hitched between his teeth. he isn't even blinking. you wave a hand in front of his face. "earth to jotaro. anyone home?"

he clears his throat at that, finally returning to reality. "you... you mean star has been..." he can't bring himself to finish his sentence and he's trying to look anywhere but you.

"yeah... i'm not complaining though. it was pretty fun imagining you trying to court me through a literal killing machine."

jotaro slumps forward, forehead burried in his arm. then, after a long silence, his head rolls sideways, hair sliding away from his face. he turns just enough to look over with tired eyes.

"god, that's embarrassing," he murmurs. only then do you notice the tips of his ears that are burning red.

"well, i wouldn't call it 'embarrassing', just innovative, if you will." your attempt to lighten the mood of the conversation fails as jotaro dangerously lifts an eyebrow at your remark. you lift your hands as a sign of surrender, lips pursed.

"anything you want to share with the rest of us, kujo? or are your words reserved only for your seatmate?" the professor's strict tone makes jotaro straighten his posture.

"sorry, professor," he says with a tone that doesn't really make him sound like he's sorry.

as soon as he turns to his boring presentation again, joatro sighs. "i like you too, by the way," you whisper close to his ear, in the same casual tone he used a few minutes ago.

"ah-" the sound comes out soft, before he can stop to think about it. he looks away immediately, elbow resting against the wood as his hand comes up to hold the side of his face. he shuts his eyes briefly, visibly trying to recover.

you lean closer to him, giving his a playful nudge on the shoulder. star platinum might truly be the best wingman out there.

a/n: i don't really know if i'm good with oneshots. i feel like my writing tends to get repetitive and pretty boring for whoever's reading. if you guys have any tips on how to improve, i would greatly appreciate it! (⌒▽⌒)

After a nice dinner and a make out session in the taxi home, you and Gyro finally kicked your shoes off at the entrance of your shared apartment after your second anniversary date. Both of you are tired of laughing and flirting all night like it was your first date, you already gave him your gift, and you were curious about his because he told you you had to wait till home. Now you’re sitting on the bed, only in your underwear after discarding your dress, waiting for Gyro to enter the room. 

He comes back with a black box with a pink bow, it was too big for a ring, so you were calmer now (it would’ve been too soon for a marriage proposal). “What is it, baby?” you ask, lifting your arms to take the box. 

Gyro sits by your side, he’s also just in his boxers, his cologne has mixed up with his sweat, giving him this scent you love to breathe. He shifts a little, handing you the box after all the wait. His hands rest on his lap now, thumbs circling each other nervously, you can see that he’s nervous and maybe even embarrassed?

Slowly, you untie the pink ribbon and open the box, and your breath hitches. Inside of it there’s a nice thick strap, with a pink color and some bumps. “Oh.” It’s all you say at first, taking it out of the box between your hands, running them up and down the length. You look at Gyro, then, who’s completely red and embarrassed, probably regretting everything.