Sleeping Slave Bruno- Character Model Is Not Mine, Its Pulled From Eyes Over Heaven, I Retextured And

Sleeping Slave Bruno- character model is not mine, its pulled from Eyes over Heaven, I retextured and made some adjustments

WARNING: FLASHING IMAGES

yesterday i made boats. today i make an alley way. doing these daily updates as a way of holding myself accountable

Idk if I ask here but I’m having a really bad anxiety/depression attack And I need joot love, it’s ok if it’s late I just wanted to ask for later maybe.

A/N: I hope you feel better anon!

Jotaro x reader :: Flowers

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Jotaro was getting off of work late. The last time he texted you was six hours ago. You sighed, exiting the texting app and switching to another app to scroll for another hour.

You had a crappy day, further emphasized by the fact that you hadn’t seen your husband for the majority of it. You missed him dearly, yet at the same time you felt as if you were being too needy. After all, he had business to attend to, and you couldn’t be by his side all the time.

The most you could do is hope that he’s not having any trouble whatever he’s doing. He was passionate about his profession, but was no stranger to overworking himself, whether purposely or on accident. The idea of texting him again just to check in went through your mind. However, just as your fingers pressed the letters, the door opened.

Quickly getting up, you assumed that had to be Jotaro.

And right you were, there he was, fumbling through the front door with his keys and bag in one hand and a bundle of flowers in the other. You tilted your head like a confused puppy. Jotaro? Bringing flowers home? It must’ve been for some kind of research or event at his job.

After setting his things on the table, he lets out a breathy sigh. His chest was heaving up and down, had he been running? You walk up besides him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He slowly turns to you, finally standing upright. The flowers are bashfully gestured towards you, his teal eyes avoiding your gaze as he hands them over.

“Oh...oh! Jotaro, are these for me?”

He gives a silent nod. “I know I’ve been gone longer than usual this week, so I wanted to get your favorite flowers to make up for it. I don’t know if you’re into this stuff, but I hope you like them at least.”

You could feel your heart melt. Grabbing the flowers, you lovingly stared both at them and your husband for an extended amount of time. Standing on your tip-toes, you pressed a kiss against his temple, added with a hug around his tall figure.

“They’re perfect, thank you Jotaro.”

Princess Buttercup does not like staying up so late.

(Just to preface, this doesn't exist under MMR rules. Has no relation, and all merfolk swim using the stereotypical up and down motion.)

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Jotaro flicks an ear, folding himself lazily across your lap with a rumbling purr. The darkness of the dusk makes his gorgeous, hidden marks start to glow softly. You stroke lightly down the powerful muscles of his spine as your legs adjust to his weight, inwardly preening when you feel the very subtle loosening of his muscles.

Jotaro was an odd one, even among merfolk. He had been a loner, which was generally a death sentence for mers. Since most if them were so petite and only had two venomous spines - located at the base of the fluke, and usually brightly coloured - they made easy meals for anything smart enough to avoid those spines.

Your mer was also dull coloured, muted purples and blues interlaced with shiny golden accents and silver speckles that were only visible at and in darker spots. The first time you saw his body light up like that, you had taken to calling him Star.

(He pretended not to like it, but you always caught glimpses of him preening like other mers each time you said it.)

When you asked him if he ever felt inferior to other merfolk, Jotaro snorted. With his signature sigh, he claimed that it made it easier for him to hunt during dusk and dawn, but you always took note of the slightly jealous side-eyes he'd shoot other mers while you were swimming.

Another oddity was that he was travelling by himself along the coasts. The staying alone in groups was one thing - some mers were like that, but usually followed the pod as they migrated. Jotaro, on the other hand, would vanish for a maximum of 3 months, and you only found out that he was alone when you carefully asked a female from the permanent pod.

Turns out he had travelled by himself up until earlier that month when he stumbled upon an equally lonely cecealia.

At first you were worried.

A cecealia? As in, a member of the very species that commonly ate merfolk... Had podded up with your merman?

You nearly fainted, more so when the chopper female continued. According to hearsay, eyewitnesses, and rumours, the cecealia was named Kakyoin and had subtly roped your friend into becoming his podmate.

So when he showed back up at your dock with two silver haired mermen, a cecealia, and some kind of... Siren-merman thing, you had started crying.

Loudly.

You were snapped out of your nostalgic thoughts by Jotaro lifting himself up onto his forearms. His tail lifts over his shoulder, the dull purple tip of a poisonous spine just barely digging into the meat of his bicep.

"Listen to me: I don't care what you were on the surface. I don't give a flying fuck what sort of stupid shit, or what kind of full-brained shit you've done up here..." He falters, tail slapping down onto the cool water below. You hiss, the water lapping a little higher up your unclothed calves. Jotaro's brows are furrowed, sharpened fangs worrying at his lower lip before he releases it in one hissed breath, "I know you can be something better with us. Even if you..."

Pulling away, he pushes his hair forward, hiding his face behind the soaked strands. "Yare yare daze... What I'm trying to say is; we'd be happy as fuck if you joined our pod."

You blink slowly at him.

His ear fins flick to and fro, folding back when your silence persists and he huffs, "It is painful as fuck from what I've heard, and I guess that no human should ha-"

"Okay."

His eyes snap up, secondary eyelid blinking in shock.

You flash him a small smile. "I mean, I have nothing much up here." He follows the broad sweep of your arm, taking in the small boat next to you both, as well as the dull backdrop of your town.

Jotaro's fins flex, tail curling back up. His poisonous spine tips brush his shoulders, then sinks back down with a soft ripple as his bright blue eyes shift back to you.

"Okay."

A small smile twitches over your face.

"Okay."

His hands slide down, pulling you into the water with him. Your hands latch onto his shoulders, flinching upwards when his tail slots between your legs. Jotaro clicks softly.

One hand steadies you, the other carefully running the cold ocean water across your shoulders to ease you into the cold.

Ducking down, and tightening your legs, you whisper, "How... How bad will it hurt?"

His clicking stutters, shifting into a Predator-esque chitter as his moving hand presses against your hip. "... I can't say. I've never..."

You smile nervously. "Well... I guess the faster it's done with, the easier..." Curling your legs tighter, you press against him tighter. "Right?"

Jotaro is silent, and you peer up nervously. Some small silver spots on his face light up his eyes, making him looks softer yet more intense than usual.

"Just... Exhale. It'll make it faster."

Then he dunks you both under.

Your body instantly tenses, struggling and kicking until he starts making an interesting purring sound.

You hold out for longer then your mind is comfortable with, thrashing before the purring seems to amplify, multiplying and shoving itself into your mind like a persistent leech. It vibrates into your very being, burning itself into the very fibers of your soul and making your head loll back.

Your body burns, thrumming violently as Jotaro finally releases you. Your body jerks, begging you to swim upwards yet your muscles won't allow you to as they've already submitted to the enthralling roll of Jotaro's purring.

Jerking violently, you can feel your legs fusing, can feel Jotaro soothing his hands across the freshly forming hip fins and the steadily unfurling dorsal fin. Your lungs gurgle, filled with sea water and the ocean's breath. Another set of hands clamp over your mouth, one pinching across your nose harshly.

Your chest spasms, tail flailing and thrashing in panic.

"Breathe."

Your head jerks again, trying to pull away so you can, but the palm tightens.

"No, actually breathe."

And you do.

Your chest heaves, lowering with the disconcerting feeling of water whooshing out of your neck, jetting out so hard you can feel your hair ruffle. The hands lift, brushing down and pulling your shirt away from the newly formed gills.

Another set, presumably Jotaro's judging by how rough the inner knuckles are, reach up to brush your eyelids.

"Hey."

You tilt towards him, gasping as your ear fins flutter. Your ears are far more sensitive, flooding your senses with a lot of information that your mind doesn't quite know how to process. Water rushes over your left ear, and you immediately twist...

Only to immediately flip ass over tea kettle when your new, weighty tail flicks a little too harshly. You cry out, choking on the rush of sea water. A pair of hands catch you, you can hear people tittering so you snap your eyes open.

Saltwater stings your eyes, making your ears start flattening your fins back.

"Haha, second eyelid, ma chérie."

You gurgle, unable to talk. The hands that caught you, shift up and press against the outer corners of your eyes. Almost immediately, you feel something press closed, sliding from the outer corner to the inner corners in one, smooth sweep.

Blinking slowly, you look up. Only to immediately start going a little starry eyed when you come face to face with Jotaro's pod.

Polnareff grins back at you, his brilliant silver, black and gold tail flexing beneath him and nearly glowing in the dark.

Avdol floats next to him, his longer, dark red and orange body ripples like an underwater lava flow, the bright yellow and black patch of scales across his throat signifying his siren status.

Kakyoin's arms are stretched, the wall of lime green, acidic yellow and shinning silver a stark contrast to Jotaro's darker colours.

And then Jotaro's grandfather, the silver barracuda himself, Joseph Joestar. The large merman is grinning, visibly vibrating in his spot in pure excitement. The faded greens and yellows of his body are beginning to be washed out, turning nearly pastel due to his age.

Jotaro curls around you, nuzzling into your head.

"Welcome to the Ocean."