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autism be damned my girl can operate a wrecking ball

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)

Leon in Wesker’s Suit + Lexington glasses

anyway pls reblog for sample size 👀

girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. They’re siblings your honor

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

ok then... I desire your thoughts on mer!Leon. Go!

Omg wait.. i haven’t thought about this one before but!!!!!

He’s pretty, and he knows it

His shoulder length hair is so very blond, bleached from him lounging in the sun all day.

His tail is blue around the edges and more green/teal in the center.

His shoulders are broad and muscular and his skin is so tan (he’s Italian, of course he tans well)

Despite being confident and suave, he’s definitely a little shy when it comes to actually speaking to human women, and not just making eyes at them.

Speaking of his eyes, they’re such a deep blue, matching both his tail and his home

His top half is completely human, aside from a set of gills just below the curve of his jaw. Sometimes when you reach out to touch his face, your fingers brush against them and he shivers.

He’s adventurous, in every way possible, from asking you to meet him in the most beautiful secluded spots you’ve never knew existed, to the first time he asked to kiss you.

He wasn’t exactly sure how interspecies relations would work so he didn’t even bother thinking about it, but he has absolutely no problem eating pussy.

He’s so upset he can’t go live with you. As much as he hates to admit it, he fell in love with a human.

Brings you shells and little trinkets he finds to remember him by when you’re apart. First thing he brought you was a vase he had found bc he thought it was pretty. It was an ancient Roman amphora. The local authorities do not know you have an artifact on your dresser.

Another time he brought you “his hardest oyster stone”. It was a Nokia.

Loves to go on cute little dates with you

You rented a boat once and he begged to get up there with you, but as soon as he left the water he freaked out and jumped back in.

Maybe one day you’ll move to a small fishing village so the two of you can be as close as possible, who knows.

Remember Summer Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah uh... don't do this :)

Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”