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Jjba takes you out to dinner 1-7 (JoJos+Jobros)

warnings: None

Jonathan:

Takes you to a nice, quiet place without many people.

Holds your hand or hooks around your arm while you’re waiting for seats.

Points out every. single. item. This man wants all of it and can never decide what he wants to eat, please give him some help and chose for him.

Not a picky eater in any way, shape, or form. You put a plate in font of him and he’ll eat it.

Offers to share and asks to try your food as long as nobody’s paying attention to you two.

ALWAYS PAYS THE BILL. If you even suggest money and grab your wallet he will immediately say no, he’s got it covered.

Speedwagon:

He’s SO excited to take you out and will dress as nice and clean as physically possible.

Stares in awe when he sees you for the first time that night; then he compliments you with the most bashful look.

Takes you to a quaint local restaurant, nothing too fancy but nice enough to share a date.

He definitely likes pasta dishes.

Speaking of pasta, you two totally have a lady and the tramp moment with your shared plate of spaghetti where the noodle is connected and you almost kiss.

He definitely pays as often as possible, a true gentleman.

Joseph:

He had to swallow his pride and ask Ceaser for a good restaurant to take you to; also asked for tips on what to get you and what to say.

Surprises you with a giant bouquet of flowers; most likely roses.

He really loves sharing plates of food, he thinks it’s so romantic and lovey.

Takes a napkin and wipes your face super gently, trying to lean closer for a smooch.

Actually hates the taste of beer, he pulled the most disgusted face when the waiter offered to grab him one.

Usually pays the bill, but will also settle for 50/50 if you’re insistent on paying.

Ceaser:

He’s a total gentleman and will try to match with whatever you’re wearing. Usually just colours but if he’s in a fancy mood he buys you a perfect matching dress/tux/whatever you want.

Gives you a single rose that’s your favourite colour and says some corny shit like ‘for you, mia cara’

Insists on calling you cheesy names the entire night.

Takes you to a really nice and expensive restaurant and you two are the most romantic couple there.

He’s totally a wine man. He gets like three different bottles of the restaurants finest quality for you two to enjoy.

Another man who will not let you pay, don’t even mention money around him, he doesn’t want you to worry about anything.

Lisa Lisa:

She brings you a rose, complimenting you in a way that will make you feel warm all night.

Her preferred place to go is an expensive restaurant, wanting to spoil you as much as possible.

She’s a red wine type of woman, and will hold her glass up for you to take a sip.

She loves talking with you and she always asks how you’ve been doing, wanting to know every little detail about your day.

She leaves a red lipstick mark on the corner of your lips, ghosting her lips over yours as a goodbye and a promise.

She will always pay, she wants to spoil you and paying for your meal is just another way to do exactly that.

Jotaro:

Probably takes you to a restaurant in an aquarium.

Takes off his hat for you at the table, he learned manners from Holly.

It’s a quiet dinner, where you two have simple talks and just enjoy each others company and the sea life around you.

You probably have to calm him down when the waiter shamelessly flirts with him. He won’t yell because he knows you don’t like it, but if you don’t help him out he might just lose it.

He loves watching you. Not in a creepy way, but in an admiring way. He loves how you sparkle when your food comes and your face when trying something new.

He also pays for it, lightheartedly glaring at you when you try to offer your card. If you nag him enough, he’ll go 50/50 but it’s rare.

Kakyoin:

You two are always eating out and trying new places to dine. He makes sure that he takes you to your favourite places during dinners.

He loves Asian food and more specifically Chinese food.

Spends extra time on his looks (his hair) and always has the best cologne. It smells like cherries and sandalwood.

He’s also somewhat quiet at dinner, mostly prefers to chat about trivial thing and enjoy the time he spends with you.

You two usually just order a few small plates and share them, offering the most variety.

He likes to pay for dinner, but is also totally okay with splitting the bill.

Avdol:

Takes you to an Egyptian restaurant and has you try his childhood foods.

He’s got this soft smile the whole dinner and you can’t help but be charmed by him.

He prefers to listen to you talk about anything and everything, he will always listen and dinner is a nice opportunity to catch up.

Definitely laughs if you can’t handle spicy food. He also has the best tips on how to get rid of the pain.

Has a preference for warm food, and it somehow stays warm the entire dinner.

He will 100% pay for you. He always shrugs it off and tells you not to worry about it.

Polnareff:

Dresses super nice, like, crazy nice and makes sure every little detail about his looks is okay.

Calls you random French nicknames the whole night and compliments you in French cause he thinks it’s romantic.

You two are chatting up a storm, he always matches your energy and loves when you do the same.

Orders random dishes that sound cool and it’s like a game of Russian roulette, it’s either really yummy or the worst thing you’ve ever eaten.

If it’s bad, you two ditch after paying and go somewhere else to do the same thing.

ALWAYS PAYS. He says he wouldn’t be a proper French gentleman if he didn’t.

Josuke:

Takes you to Tonio’s.

He definitely just stared in pure awe when he sees you all dressed up and fancy, stuttering out a compliment as soon as you meet up at his side.

Endless compliments and bad pick-up lines. Most are awful but some have your eyes crinkling at the corners from laughter.

He always cracks up jokes and the whole energy of the dinner is fun and light, he doesn’t want you to think about anything but the moment.

Please compliment his hair, he put extra effort into it for you.

He offers to pay but is also cool with going 50/50, whatever you wanna do.

Okuyasu:

Also takes you to Tonio’s restaurant.

A total dork, makes jokes and says silly stuff just to see you smile but is also strangely charming.

You two are playing footsies under the table 100% just please be careful not to stab him with a heel, he will cry.

Almost gets you two kicked out from being too loud, thank God for Tonio.

Excitedly gets you to try his food, asking if he can try yours as well.

He doesn't really care who pays, but if it's the first dinner he definitely payed to seem like a gentleman.

Rohan:

He’s always busy, but he managed to find time after finishing his manga early that week.

He’s dressed in a designer suit, and always buys you something nice to wear so that you guys look amazing together #bestdressescoupleinmorioh

He loves taking you out to help him find inspiration, and often dedicates parts of his manga to your guy’s dates.

His attention is solely on you, and you can’t help but feel flustered under his gaze.

He makes sure to keep an eye out for anything that bothers you, making sure it’s removed from the table immediately.

Always pays. No discussion.

Giorno:

He either takes you to a really nice restaurant or a small, quaint diner.

He’s dressed nicely, just a simple tux with a rose on the chest. He doesn’t really care what you wear, but likes to match.

He definitely does a ‘magic trick’ and uses G.E to make a flower ‘appear’ and tuck it behind your ear.

Orders a few small things for both of you, always asking what you like and don’t like. He’s super sweet because he always remembers your taste.

You two talk about everything under the sun over a glass or two of wine or rosé, maybe champagne if you’re feeling fancy.

He prefers to pay, he’s got a ton of money he doesn’t need, so there’s no reason to have you pay.

Bucciarati:

He takes you out all afternoon, picking you up with flowers at the ready.

He takes you to his favourite Italian restaurant, probably not Libeccio cause it reminds him of his job, but some other really nice place.

Holds your hand over the table, gently rubbing his thumb in circles across the back of your hand.

He loves hearing you laugh and talk the night away, all his stress seems to melt while he’s with you.

He gives you a passionate kiss at the end of the night, craving you until the next time you meet him again.

He pays for everything, you don’t even have a chance to try and pay when he does it so fast you can barely keep up.

Abbacchio:

He prefers eating at home, but makes an exception for you.

Takes you to a nice, quiet restaurant that’s not at all busy, probably later in the night at 7pm so there’s not too many people.

He doesn’t talk much, instead opting to listen to whatever you want to talk about but he’ll always make sure you know he’s listening.

Sits and chats with you over a glass of the finest wine the place can offer before eating.

He really enjoys a nice medium-rare steak and some salad, if the food is really good he offers a bite to you.

He will also always pay. It’s like this unspoken thing where you don’t even question him or ask.

Mista:

He puts so much effort into his appearance, he even smells strangely good, like burnt cinnamon.

He also takes off his hat for dinner, revealing a head of dark curls.

He flirts the entire night, barely giving you a break to eat before he’s firing compliments.

He’s loves taking you on dates, and always has a fun little gift for you. Flowers, trinkets, anything he finds that he thinks you’ll like.-

He definitely wants to sit beside you instead of across from you so he can nudge your thigh or have you lean against him.

He also usually pays, but he’s more relaxed than the others if you want to split it. As long as you don’t want to pay for the entire thing.

Fugo:

He’s not a fan of busy places, so he suggests a less populated restaurant for you two.

He dresses up, wearing a good quality suit with his strawberry tie. He loves when you accidentally match.

He’s pretty nervous, he gets antsy while picking you up and takes a solid three minutes to knock on your door.

Once he sees you though he gives an awkward compliment and tries not to think too hard.

He really loves being around you, and even if he can be awkward about it, he always tries to show how much he loves you by listening to you talk and offering advice when he can.

He doesn’t really care about payment, but is expecting to pay for the whole thing. He will be pleasantly surprised if you offer to split the bill.

Narancia:

He’s so excited oh my god. Buddy is buzzing with energy and it’s definitely contagious.

He definitely asked Bruno for advice on how to treat you right.

He’s dressed so nicely, but he probably has his tie backwards, please help him with it and you’ll get the brightest smile.

The energy is fun and light as you go to a fairly nice spot, not super fancy but it’s a nice place.

You two are always smiling and laughing with each other, he cracks some jokes but he’s just happy to be around you.

He pays for the dinner, he thinks it’s un-gentlemanly to let you pay.

Trish:

She’s so ready. She’s wearing the nicest dress she owns and is taking in a whole limo to the most luxurious restaurant in Italy.

Her eyes have stars as she sees you; the most beautiful person in the world to her.

She has a table away from other people so you have privacy to act however you want.

Her hands are always playing with yours while you sit and wait for the food, talking about your days and typical ‘girly’ things.

Her smile is contagious while she talks about the new issues of vogue and the new Chanel products.

She is definitely paying. She wants to enjoy her time with you, without you worrying about the money.

Jolyne:

She LOVES going to retro diners and vintage restaurants.

She greets you with a heartfelt compliment and a bouquet of your favourite flowers, practically buzzing with happiness.

She’s wearing a nice top with dress pants, it’s not that she doesn’t like dresses, she just prefers pants.

Her eyes never leave you. Your lips, your face, your nose, your collarbones, she soaks up your entirety.

She loves to listen to you talk, conversing with you as much as possible with some appetizers before you order your main dishes.

She’s not super picky about the bill. She wants to pay, but will let you take some of the bill if you really want to.

Ermes:

She takes you to a nice, lively Mexican restaurant.

You and her have a nice evening, eating your dishes and jokingly giving feedback as if you were 5-star chefs.

She’s shared her dream of owning a restaurant with you, and you two point out things you would put in your own restaurant.

You two have some drinks and catch up on everything that you missed between the last time you saw each other.

She peppers kisses across your cheeks when you say goodbye, smudging a very faint trace of her lipstick all over your face.

She also pays the bill, shushing you with a smooch when you try to complain.

F.F:

She would LOVE to take you to her favourite places.

She orders tons of different food, sprawling it across the table for you two to share and dig into.

She has at least 5 different drinks, trying and rating them all after giving you some of it. Your opinion definitely effects the rating.

Her favourite thing is spending the whole evening with you, just talking and trying out tons of different things.

She fidgets a lot with everything. Your hands? She’s holding them and running her hands over your knuckles. Your legs? She’s playing footies with you beneath the table, gently nudging you while she talks.

She doesn’t mind paying, but prefers to split the bill.

Weather Report:

Adores taking you to quiet, fancy restaurants where the two of you can chat freely without disruption.

He has the nicest clothes omg his suit is designer and he looks amazing.

He'll request flowers to be brought to the table before you guys get there.

He prefers to listen to you talk, vent, complain, or rant about things that you learned, he thinks it's so cute when you tell a story and trail off topic.

He always asks you to order for him since he speaks so softly, but if you have anxiety or anything he will 100% order. No questions asked.

He pays, but doesn't really care if you want to pitch in.

Anasui:

He prefers doing at-home fancy dinners so he's the only one you can pay attention to, but will also go anywhere you ask.

Gets jealous when the waiter makes you smile or laugh. He has this terrifying glare for just those kinds of situations and you'll never know why the waiter stopped making jokes cause he's sneaky with it.

He wants to match so everyone knows he's yours. If you wrap an arm around him or hold his hand over the table he melts.

He loves to have lighthearted conversations, deeper ones shouldn't be heard by others in his opinion.

He also takes you out pretty late, it's like a 7-8pm start and it ends whenever you two are finished, no rush.

He pays. He wants to spoil you so much and it you can't move an inch towards your wallet.

Johnny:

He takes you to a nice place, not super fancy, but somewhere you can both enjoy a relaxing dinner.

He's a fairly picky eater, but he likes Italian food and the kind of food he grew up with. He's open to try anything, but he won't always like it.

He’s not a fan of crowded or loud restaurants and he’s always careful so that news people and reporters don’t see you two.

If it’s before he got paralyzed, he knows he’s popular so he likes to show you off, wearing matching stuff or grabbing your waist.

If it’s after, sometimes he struggles to ask for accommodations for his wheel chair but as long as you’re there to help, he’s okay. Doesn’t show you off as much but still loves being beside you.

He usually pays, but isn’t opposed to splitting it either.

Gyro:

Surprise dinners! He’ll come home with a flower and tell you to go get ready and you two will go to a new place he saw on his way home.

He also love staying home and doing at-home fancy dinners, he’s an amazing cook and would love to teach you his family recipes.

Wine critic. He’ll order the best stuff and he knows his drinks so when you tell him you don’t like one, he’ll get the opposite and see if you like that better.

He’s so cheesy. He has the funniest stories and is always willing to tell you some of them.

Tried to do something to impress you, probably doing some cool fork magic trick he messes it up most of the time.

He always pays, says it’s against his morals to let his partner pay.

Hot Pants:

Actually really likes going to dinner, she would ask you out with a love note and a flower.

She wears a suit and looks SO FINE and encourages you to match with either a dress or a suit.

Her talks are usually about her day, sometimes stories from the church sneak in and they’re always interesting.

She love when you tell her about your day, even if it was boring or lame, she wants to hear it.

the rage in her eyes when the waiter tries asking for your number, he scurried away after the first time and you never had him again.

She pays most of the time, but if you convince her enough you can pay for like 10% of it.

Diego:

He’s LOVES showing you off, bragging to anyone he talk to during dinner.

Reporters are annoying, but he doesn’t exactly hide from them cause he thinks you deserve to be seen.

Food wise, he’s a bit of a carnivore and always orders the steaks. He encourages you to also try them.

He’s oddly posh while eating out, but you know his mischievous smirk when you see it.

He’s always sipping on a rum or whiskey, ordering you a glass of wine while you talk.

He always pays, not only does he want to treat you, but it would be a nightmare if the media saw you paying.

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rainy days and foggy minds (jotaro kujo x Fem!reader)

For @jotaros-seastar

Synopsis: when Jotaro and Y/n meet in unexpected circumstances, not even fate can pull them apart.

Warnings: None.

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Thunderstorms raged outside as though someone had wronged Zeus and triggered his fury to rain down on the people of Morioh. Y/n did the best she could to cover her head with a book bag in her arms as the sudden stormy weather soaked her figure. The woman barely had the opportunity to leave the bookstore before being trapped in the pouring rain. Gazing at her surroundings, her eyes locked on the only place still open. A small café she had visited only once or twice stood before her as she jogged over to its entrance. Stepping inside, she cringed at the sound of water dripping from her body and onto the welcome mat.

Around her were a few tables scattered around the floor, and only two employees manned the place. She sighed in peace as the smell of coffee and baked goods wafted around.

"Hi, honey. Just take a seat wherever and I’ll be right with you," said an elderly woman from behind the counter who seemed to be knitting something. Y/n gave a quick thanks and trekked further into the establishment to find a seat. There was only one other customer; a tall, and rather gloomy-looking man seated in the back, his eyes locked on a laptop and his hands typing away. She couldn't help but be curious as to what captured his attention but would never go and ask. She sat a fair distance away, her drenched runners squeaking with each step.

Looking through her bag, she pulled out her newly purchased book, the whole reason she had gone out today. The myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus. Now, philosophy had always interested the woman, but this was her first divulgence in the topic. After drying herself with a towel placed conveniently at her table, she opened the book and gazed at the first few words.

There is but one truly philosophical question, and that is suicide.

Even the beginning of the book sounded dramatic and fairly dark, but it entranced her. She couldn't help but continue to read, her hands flipping each page carefully yet mindlessly as her brain registered paragraphs of words. For a few minutes, she read in silence with only the sound of rain tapping against the store window and the occasional clap of thunder that boomed in the gray skies.

“Alright, what can I get for you, sweetie?” The elderly woman asked, a pen and notebook in hand as she smiled patiently. Y/n thought for a moment, pondering over the menu options displayed behind the woman serving her. “I’ll just have a chamomile tea, please,” Y/n said, a smile stretching across her lips at the thought of the delicacy she ordered.

Continuing her book, she fully immersed herself into the ink on the pages as they flipped in her nimble fingers.

Jotaro Kujo wanted nothing more than to return to the comfort of his hotel room and be away from the glooming clouds. After an eventful day of babysitting a handful of teenagers, he was unpleasantly surprised by a sudden downpour and forced to take cover in a quaint café. He gave a swift greeting to the employees before sitting in the back, determined to finish his report today no matter the weather. An americano was placed on the table he was sat at, the wrinkled woman grinning at him wordlessly. He thanked her, returning his focus on the laptop before him.

Now, the editing process of his reports was rather tedious, and even the thought of doing so made him feel the incoming migraine. Sighing, he placed his hands on his mug, taking a long sip of the bitter drink before running his eyes across the room. He could admit that the café had a rather relaxing atmosphere that worked in his favour. With the smell of brewing coffee and tea I'm the air, he felt at home.

Holly held tight to her son’s hand, her own warming his on the rainy afternoon. He was no older than 10, barely experiencing the world for the first time. After a rough day at school, his mother suggested they go for a walk together. It was mid-June and schools would be leaving for simmer break soon and Jotaro couldn't wait.

“C’mon, honey, let's make a stop here and grab a snack!” The blonde exclaimed, radient with a golden energy. Jotaro agreed, walking alongside his mother as they waltzed into the café. “Let's sit over there. Right by the window!” Jotaro pointed to the two-seater that was directly in front of the entrance display window.

“Sure, honey!” Holly followed behind her son as he practically dragged her to his desired seat. The two sat across from each other, Holly listening to Jotaro rant about his school experiences thus far.

“Listen! I'll be going into grade 5 next year, so I have to step up my game!” The youngster almost shouted his words in excitement.

“Oh, you grow up so fast! I swear it was just a year ago I sent you off to your first day of kindergarten,” said Holly, a nostalgic look painting her face. Jotaro groaned, releasing a drown out, ‘moooooooom’.

A waiter soon appeared at their table, ready to take their order. The child with inky black locks ordered his hot chocolate, asking for extra whipped cream swirled on top. Holly giggled before ordering for herself.

“I'll just have a chamomile tea, please,”

He was snapped from his memory when a woman’s voice broke the silence of the café, speaking gently as if not to disturb the others inside. He took a moment to drink in her appearance, her rain-soaked hair and slightly wet clothes. The shoulders of her gray sweat shirt were stained almost black, the colour slowly fading the farther down his eyes traveled.

He returned his gaze to her face, to her eyes and the way they crinkled with her smile. The eyes are the windows to the soul, right? Well he certainly believed it in that moment as her eyes met his. In her irises were a thousand stories, tears from heartbreak and laughter, sharing drinks with friends and sharing last goodbyes.

If only he knew she had the same thoughts.

The way his eyes met hers like a wave of ocean water rolling onto the shore. Like that special moment where the sky becomes one with the sea, and all of your worries wash away into the atmosphere. Like warm, sunny days spent on the sandy beaches and being scared to dip your toes in the water.

Their worlds collided, creating a shattering impact to both their universes.

She was the first to break the eye-contact, giving one last smile to the waitress before looking back down at her book. Jotaro held his gaze for just a moment more before contemplating something. He felt oddly drawn to her, and as much as he tried to convince himself she was a stand user, it never fit right on her visage. His options were either staying where he is and ignoring the way he felt drawn to her, or moving his work station closer to her in hopes of some kind of communication.

With his deadline getting closer with each passing second, he decided against moving and tried to return his focus to his never-ending work. He gulped the last of his drink, setting the mug down on the edge of his table for the woman. For the next two minutes, his mind was anywhere but work, much to his annoyance as his edits were nowhere near complete. His thoughts ran in circles, always coming back to the woman sitting below the window, sipping a warm tea and reading, doing nothing extraordinary but somehow wrapping him around her in a curious hold. But he had a report due by tonight, before he flies home.

Y/n knew she shouldn't have looked over at the mysterious man seated at the back table, and now she was entranced by anything but her book. The way he held his gaze on her made a feeling of wonder build within her. Who was he? Morioh was a fairly small town, and she knew almost everyone in it. What she didn't know was who this random stranger was and what he was doing. Why was he here? Was he in the same position as her? Should she say something? What could she say?

Her thoughts consumed her, devouring her whole. Even as her eyes grazed over the words and her hands turned the pages, she lacked the part of reading where you understand the sentence.

Her sights moved to him once more, settling her eyes on his hypnotizing features. If she had the chance to, she would take a dive into the endless puddles that were his eyes. If she had a single chance to speak, to hear him and listen to his voice explain his story.

Now, the thought of moving closer had crossed her mind once or twice or twenty times, but the idea of simply walking up to him made her almost nauseous. It wasn't as simple as looking at him and introducing herself…okay, maybe it was, but what should she say after that? Hey, I really like your hat. What’cha writing on that laptop? What's your favourite colour? All of her options just seemed to get more and more cliché. Growing frustrated with herself, she tool a sip of her drink, the smell and taste calming her mind.

The weather had yet to show any signs of stopping, and the radio humming in the background relayed nothing from the weather reporters. Looking outside, the woman huffed, fogging the window for a brief second and drew in a smiley face. Anything to take her mind of the man who has somehow captured her attention in every way, shape, and form.

His black turtleneck was sleek and complemented his outfit well, she could only assume by the colours of his clothes that the jacket hanging by the entrance was his. She grinned to herself as she counted the pins that decorated his attire, more specifically the marine life pins freckled along the white surface.

Hey! I really like your pins! No, that just sounded creepy. She was hopeless. Nothing in her brain translated to real conversations you could have with someone you just met, but feel like you've known a lifetime. Without words, he has somehow flipped her world upside down and inside out.

Checking the clock, it had been roughly twenty-five minutes since she was trapped inside the café and twenty since she made eye-contact with the ocean-eyed man. The woman didn't know if she could take the unspoken tension for another second.

But she did. And another. And she lived through another thirty seconds with it. And soon thirty seconds became a minute. And her eyes never left the ticking hand of the clock. And her leg began to bounce in a steady rythm against the floor, her damp shoes squeaking slightly as they ricochet off the wooden floors.

And he looked at her again.

And he squinted to try and make out the minuscule details of her face. The moles, the small, barely noticeable freckles, the wrinkles in her forehead as her eyebrows lifted. He tried to see through her. Past the metaphysical barrier of her flesh and bone to reveal the inner depths of her soul. His attention drifted from the editing once more, pretending as though he had any interest in it at all was taxing to his energy.

He had to remind himself not to get used to her face, he had to leave. He couldn't get attached, not again.

She was attractive, not as in look wise -even if she was one of the prettiest women he had laid his eyes on- but her energy. She was radiating this calmness, peacefullness. She had this aura around her that made her glow.

The summer shower pouring down on the streets began to settle, the aggressive rain calming down to a drizzle. She had to go home soon.

Knowing this, she pulled herself out of her seat, finishing her drink with a single swig and stuffing her book back into it's bag. She stepped up to the counter, pulling out her wallet before a lightly tanned hand pushed hers away. Her face pulled into one of light shock.

The man, suited up in his jacket and his laptop places securely in his briefcase, held a twenty dollar bill up to the woman. She looked between the two of them, at his smug expression and her gaping mouth before smiling at them.

“Jotaro Kujo, pleased to meet you.”

“Y/n L/n, pleasure is all mine. I'll, uh, see you around?”

“I'm leaving this town tomorrow, but have my phone number.”

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hello! your blog is so pretty btw! if you want to, can you write some smut headcanons for weather report? i love him so much sdhdjhk tysm <333-

weather report NSFW Headcannons (GN!)

YES OFC OMG I NEED MORE FOR MY MAN WEATHER. Some of this is a little self-indulgent because I love this man sm.

Warnings: nsfw, slight size kink, lovebites/hickies, belly bulge, praise kink, inappropriate use of stands, temperature play.

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He’s not the type for casual sex, he prefers something intimate and loving with a partner he’s known for a while.

He’s LOVES when you leave marks on him. Sure, hickies are nice, but when you leave marks on his back or chest that are only visable to himself it drives him crazy.

Weather is pretty quiet in bed, but he learns close to you and nibbles on your neck and ear so you hear every whimper and groan.

He is big and I mean massive. He has to do a lot of foreplay and prepping just for you to take half of him. I mean come on, he literally has a shield for it.

On that note, he’s also a 6’4 lean man, so when all of a sudden he stops moving inside of you, he’s probably mesmerized by the way he can see himself slightly poking out of your lower abdomen.

Also, since Weather is so huge, he love the idea of holding you during sex. Just the feeling of protecting you and having you in his arms makes him feel so safe.

He adores when you’re loud. Give him everything. All of your moans, whimpers, and cries of pleaser are reassurance that he’s doing a good job.

Sometimes he’ll whisper the occasional praise in your ear, “you feel so good around me”, or, “just like that, you’re so perfect” are some common things he may say.

He will sometimes use his stand while he fucks you, send a small bolt of electricity into your nipples or on your clit/tip to overstimulate you in the best way possible.

Other times he’ll make his hands icy and roam your warm body making goosebumps spread across your skin.

He will make sure you have two or three orgasms before he even considers putting it in. And then he’ll make you cum another few times on his cock.

PLEASE BOUNCE ON HIS LAP. He will cum so fast if you ride him, grind down on him, and just wreck him.

He’s a thigh guy.

KING of aftercare. He’ll get you warm towels, blankets, water, he can run a bath and help wash you. And because of how easily he destroys you, probably a Tylenol.

Just imagine weather railing you, pounding you into the bed. His hands are gripping the plush of your thighs as he groans unsteadily into your ears. His hands are cool, sending shivers from your inner thighs and up your back. You can feel his girth stretching you out so much you can feel him in your stomach.

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goddess (anasui narciso x F!reader)

Synopsis: Anasui adores you, worships you.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, nudity, fingering, nipple play, softdom!anasui, sub!reader, cunnilingus, body worship, pet names

  His eyes roamed my entire body, and I could feel his gaze as it travelled across my figure. Even in the dark, candlelit room, he seemed to drink up every last drop of my essence. The sheets below me felt cold and smelt like cologne and honey and cherries. They smelt like him. I watched as he approached the bed, his irises clouding with lust as set his hands on my hips. The digits were warm and soft, his nails perfectly manicured as they ever-so-gently dragged across my skin. He laid beside me, still fully clothed. The sensation caused shivers to slither up my back, arching as to beg of him to touch me. I wanted to feel him, every last inch of him.

"God, you're beautiful."

  His voice was deep and raspy as he whispered his words against my stomach, soft lips pressing feather-light kisses up to my collarbone. A trail of pink lipstick stains freckled my abdomen and chest, remnants of his kisses contrasting against the colour of flesh. His hands trailed up and down my torso, leaving no skin untouched by his greedy warmth.

  "P-Please, Anasui," I begged, my voice failing to reach louder than a quiet plead. He hummed, sending even more shivers down my vertebrae. Each movement of his was slow and meaningful, as though he was cradling a piece of shattered glass. My words were ignored as he rested his head against my clavicle, his left hand roaming downwards to where I needed him most. A fire sparked, heat rushing through me as the pinkette pressed against my lower stomach. With his other hand he undid the clasp to my bra, delicately stripping it off my shoulders and off my person.

  In response to the lack of coverage, I felt him give a gentle tug at my hardened nipple, pulling a moan from my throat. "Keep doing that, pretty girl," He spoke before leaning his mouth down and latching onto one of my breasts. The feeling of both the pressure on my abdomen and his skillful tongue sent my sense haywire. His lavender eyes closed as my back arched in bliss and one of my hands threaded through his hair, trying to feel him closer to me. In the midst of my pleasure, my ears picked up a small moan leaving his lips, sending all kinds of vibrations down to my core. The fire became hotter and hotter as he continued his ministrations, kneading my stomach and giving kitten licks to my pinkened nipple. His fingers pinched and twisted at the other one, taking breaks to flick at it. My mouth rested open and every huff, moan, and tug at the roots of his mane seemed to only encourage him.

  A whine filled the room as he pulled away completely, his mouth detaching with a pop. The sparks that had nearly erupted were snuffed out, leaving nothing but a throbbing ache.

"Anasui-please, I need you-"

  "Shh, shh, don't worry, I'll take care of you." My whines were silenced by his comforting words, my grip on his hair loosening as he pulled back even further, crawling back on the bed so he was between my calves. His lips gently pressed against my ankle, his eyes once again closing as he worshiped my legs, kissing the smooth skin of my shins. His body moved up as he placed his hands on both sides on my hips, shuddering as his mouth moved closer to my vulva. I whimpered as he gently nipped at the inside of my thighs, sucking on the supple skin and marking me with blooming hickies. He groaned at the sight when he opened his eyes. Seeing the spots of purple littering my flesh so close to my core made him twitch in his pants.

  "What did I do to deserve you?-" He questioned to no one in particular before kissing directly above my clit. My hips involuntarily bucked, sensitive from the teasing. God I needed him. His lipstick stained lips smirked against my pelvis, his warm breath stimulating me without him having to touch me. Without any hesitance, he placed another kiss directly on my nub, shocks electrifying me as his mouth moved to cup me entirely. I cried out, my chest heaving as the breath in my lungs was stolen away. He began to suck, his tongue separating my folds. The coil wound up inside of me was knotting up, slowly but surely.

  I gazed down at him locking eyes with his amethyst ones.

  Anasui thought he was ascending. Seeing his beloved marked by both his lipstick and his love bites, he practically moaned against her. Her face was contorted with bliss, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed, mouth agape, and his personal favorite, her eyes welled with tears of pleasure. When they locked eyes, he saw an angel staring back at him. More beautiful than any creature walking on this earth. And she was his. So he would do anything in his ability to please her, to make her feel like the goddess she is.

He tilted up so he could suck on her puffy clit, bringing a finger down to massage at her cunt. Her head fell back once more, a sound of pure delight escaping her plush lips. It sounded smoother than any choir, cleaner than any song of a bird. His digit slowly circled her entrance, lightly teasing her as she bucked. When he finally inserted a digit, a wave of relief washed over her after what felt like an eternity. Her body tensed up, reveling in the way he languidly dragged his finger along her walls, pushing up as much as possible before pulling out. His suction against her clit hadn't yielded, and with the new stimulation, she was bound to unwind soon.

"More, p-please, feels s'good," she moaned, his ring finger joining his middle as the two digits pumped into her at a torturously slow pace. His sights lingered on her for another moment, drinking up every last detail of her as though he hadn't drank in years. He closed his eyes once again, fully devoting himself to her. She could feel his long fingers deep inside of her, a whine escaping when he brushed across that gummy spot. "Right there? Is that where you like it?" He asked, pulling away from her clit to question her knowing damn-well he had found her sweet spot. Her head nodded frantically, words failing to form. He began to thrust his digits faster, curling them slightly to hit the same area over and over again. He placed his mouth over her, sucking in an erratic pattern.

The cries that left her grew louder and louder the more he continued, using the thumb of his unoccupied hand to press into her abdomen, forcing a wail to release from her throat. The extreme pleasure from his mouth and hands left her breathless, the spark inside her igniting into an explosive flame. His fingers plunged inside of her as hard and fast as possible, his tongue swirling around the puffy nub making her grip the sheets in an iron grip. The coil knotting up, pulling tighter and tighter until it nearly snapped. Anasui could feel her walls clenching around him as he coaxed an orgasm from the woman above him.

She let out a silent scream as her vision blurred, colours smearing across her sight like paint on a canvas. Her walls clenched around his slim fingers as she came, gushing around his fingers as he continued to pump them inside of her, pressing and curling, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her back was arched, sweat dripping down her body in small drops as she swore heaven had welcomed her. Anasui slowly stopped, kissing a trail from her overstimulated clit to her belly button, up to her breasts and across the bone of her clavicle. Finally, he laid a deep kiss upon her lips, bringing her down from her high.

"Such a good girl, you look so pretty like this."

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theme park adventures (jojo’s x GN!reader)

Synopsis: the JoJos take you to the theme park. Warnings: nothing? I'm not sure but your typical theme park stuff<3

Jonathan: • Buys you anything you look at, toys, games, ride tickets, food, if you want it, it's yours. • Wins almost every carnival game, he's just bad at the darts. • Will cheer you on while you try to win a big stuffed animal. • If you win the toy you want he's so proud of you and will bring you to another game stand, wanting to see you win more. •If you don't, this man will immediately ask to play again, encouraging you to try again, if you don't want to, he'll win the toy for you to see the look on your face<3. • He isn't a big fan of the intense rides but will suck it up if you ask him nice enough to go on the big rollercoasters.

"Please, dear, don't be sad. I have plenty more tickets if you want to try again! No? Just wait here, I'll get you the teddy bear."

"Well, I'm not a fan of rides...but who can deny such a cute face?"

Joseph: • LOVES the rides. This man will drag you on every twister, coaster, and merry-go-round he sees. • Hates the games. The minute he can't win a game he thinks it's rigged. Almost cries when you win the game immediately after. • Still, if you want a plush from a game you can't win he will spend every penny to get it for you. • Complains about the lines non-stop then takes forever to order food. • Will not hesitate to body slam anyone who looks at you, especially if you're wearing a more revealing outfit. If someone catcalls you? They're receiving a HAMON punch to the face. • Be prepared with a good pair of shoes, you two are going to be there until it closes.

"Come on! The line for the dropper is super short right now! We gotta get there before other people get there first."

"Oh my god, these games are rigged! There's no way anyone can win."

Jotaro: • Isn't a fan of these types of things but deals with it if it makes you happy. • Is scary good at the games...every. single. one. There is nothing this man cannot do. • If you lose a game and are sad about it, he will randomly come up to you and give you the toy you wanted when you least expect it. • Hates being in the crowd, will be one of those clingy boyfriends you see in the lines. The whole hugs you/holds you from the back to the point where you have to walk with him attached to you. •Carries your things even if you didn't ask. He notices your arms are getting tired and lord knows that man could carry fifty-pound weights for hours, your bags are nothing to him. • Will buy some popcorn so the two of you can watch fireworks at the end of the night.

"Good grief, here's that stupid teddy you tried to win."

"Hey, fireworks are soon so I grabbed some food, let's go find a spot."

Josuke: • Opposite to his nephew, this man lives for fun, rowdy hangouts. • He dislikes going on fast rides only because they mess up his hair. Nothing will get him to go on those zero-gravity rides from the way they flatten his hairdo. • LOVES taking photos. Will give you endless compliments while you pose for a picture. • He's so sweet this man will share a cotton candy cloud while he has stars in his eyes as he watched them make it. • You two will get lost in the endless colours. He is awful at navigating a map but doesn't want you to know so he tries super hard not to get lost. Plot twist: you guys have been going in circles but he looks too confident for you to tell him. • Definitely tells his mom and friends all about how cute you were and how much he loved taking you to the park<3

"You look amazing! Raise your left arm a little more- perfect!"

"They were so cute when they won the game! I wish I took a photo of them."

Giorno: • He is very busy being an Italian mafia boss but will spend every minute doing whatever you want on his off days. • He will give you the sweetest smile when you point out stuff you see, whether it's a really big ride or a man balancing on stilts, he wants to see you happy more than anything. • Please win something cute and give it to him. He will literally put it in his super security work safe so nothing happens to it or will keep it on his bed to cuddle when you aren't there. • Although it's tough to go out and not be recognized, he will rent the entire park for you if it's going to be a problem. If not, he might have a few people from his squad on the lookout. • Will hold your hand or let you hold his arm the entire time. This man will frown if you let go, he's a little clingy and doesn't want to lose you. • You two will mostly just walk around looking at the attractions, maybe playing a few games and going on smaller rides but just spending time together and talking for the most part.

"Please, lead the way. I am glad to be spending the day with you."

"Don't leave my side, cara. I'm worried you might get lost."

Jolyne: • My girl loves rides her goal is to ride as many as she can. No matter how extreme they look. • Will laugh at you when you lose a game, then she would lose it herself after claiming it was easy. (It wasn't) • She gives you the biggest smile from beside you as the ride harnesses get clipped in. The smile never leaves as she goes along the coaster, gripping your hand and laughing loudly. • You two will stumble around, dizzy from the spinning, zero-gravity ride while getting weird looks. • She loves junk food and carnival-type drinks. You two will go from food stand to food stand trying everything in sight. • At the end of the night you and her are snuggled up against each other, sharing fries and a cup of soda while stargazing. The subtle noise from the park far away offering as white noise.

"Babe look! They have the zipper here! Hurry before the lines get long!"

"Isn't that the Big Dipper? No? Oh...well where is it then if you're so smart?"

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ꗥ❀ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ❀ꗥ

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JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

❧ no crying in the club (Jotaro x F!reader) pt.1, pt.2 🌱

❧ theme park adventures (jojo’s x GN!reader)🍀

❧ weather report (NSFW) headcannons 🍀🪷

❧ rainy days and foggy minds (jotaro kujo x F!reader) 🌿

❧ goddess (anasui narciso x F!reader) 🌿🪷

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no crying in the club (jotaro kujo x F!reader) pt.2

Synopsis: y/n and Jotaro leave the club and head home, not before grabbing a bite to eat somewhere on the way of course.

Warnings:  swearing, mentions of SA, alcohol, soft jotaro

The drive was quiet and thoughtful. Soft jazz music calmed y/n as it played from the speakers. The slightly tipsy girl leaned her head on her hand, looking out the window at the night sky. What a mess. If not for the man, whose name she just recently found out is Jotaro, she could've died. Stripped of her dignity and her clothes without her consent. Forced into doing unspeakable things. She shivered for the nth time that night. She lasted thirty minutes in the club before having to leave with a man she barely knew.

"What's the address? Have you got a place to stay?" Jotaro's calm voice interrupted her thoughts. She shifted in the brown leather seat, deciding if she should really give him the location of her apartment. Mentally and physically she had been through hell tonight, maybe it would help to have him there.

"Yeah, XXXX street XX, it's not too far from here," she said, ignoring the growing hunger in her stomach. She had barely eaten anything today, opting to stay slim and just deciding to eat finger food at the club. Now that she hadn't gotten the food she was starving.

They shared a simple silence once again. It wasn't too awkward, only a little bit. For a few seconds, they had both just accepted the lack of conversation. It was only when y/n's stomach growled loudly that the quiet ride was disturbed.

"Sorry," she blushed, cheeks heating in embarrassment. Her hand went to lay gently on her rumbling stomach. Drinking without eating beforehand was the dumbest idea she has ever had.

"What kind of food do you like? We'll just stop somewhere," Jotaro offered, realizing he should give her some food before she pukes up her margarita on his dashboard.

"Oh, uh, it's fine, really! I'll just eat when I get home-"

"Stop complaining, just tell me where to go before you ruin my car."

"You can choose, I'm not picky," y/n said with a smile, hoping to not agitate Jotaro. She realized as she was talking with him that this man was built like a Greek god, sculpted by the finest artists of his time. She would love the chance to meet his parents and thank them for their creation.

He sighed, shaking his head and pulling into a diner after a short while. The A.C was blowing on her face, making slight nausea feel a little better. Apparently, drinking on an empty stomach also made her three times drunker than she should've been. She felt the slick layer of sweat on her face slowly leave, refreshing her.

"We're here," Jotaro grunted, opening his door before making his way around to the tipsy passenger, his clothes blowing slightly in the wind. He had ditched the apron and at the bar and traded it for his long, white jacket. He grabbed the handle and revealed y/n grinning in front of the fans, cooling down her heated face. She stopped to look at him, immediately feeling woozy.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she exited the vehicle. Each step made her want to puke, it made her want to force the drink she had out of her system. As they passed the glass window leading inside the diner she stared at her reflection for a couple of seconds. Most of her eye makeup was gone, some smudged along her under eyes while the gloss she had on completely dissolved. Her dress was still intact but one of the straps on her heel had broken when she was shoved from her seat.

"Jesus Christ. You could've told me I look this bad," the girl said, grimacing at the person in her reflection. It barely even looked like her anymore.

"You look fine. Let's go," Jotaro said, nodding towards the entrance and holding the door open for her. Y/n passed one last look at herself before walking inside, thanking the man. He released a gruff, 'whatever', before following her.

The diner was fairly small, with an ordering area, five or six booths, and some four-person tables freckled across the floor. She leads Jotaro to an empty booth, red leather decorating the seats. They were cushioned and felt like heaven. The charcoal-haired man sat across from y/n, using this opportunity to admire her.

He felt his chest tighten when she had dissed her own looks. She was stunning, more beautiful than she could ever imagine even with ruined makeup and a tipsy complexion. Everything about her made him want to leave. It made him want to rip his fast-beating heart from his body and ignore the warmth that spread through him when she smiled.

A waiter came, offering them a menu and asking what they wanted as a drink.

"How can I help you lovely couple? What can I get started for you?" A sweet old lady asked. Y/n couldn't help but wonder if she was old enough to be retired.

"We're not a cou-"

"Just a black coffee," Jotaro said, cutting the woman off. Rude.

"Could I just get a glass of water, please?" She asked politely. Drinking water was supposed to help people sober up, right? And it didn't cost anything considering she left her bag in Polnareff's truck.

The waitress jotted down some notes before smiling and walking off to the kitchen. The two adults were left in an awkward silence once again. Jotaro had his head to the side, looking around the area. While he wasn't facing her, y/n took another moment to just stare at him. He seemed so aloof on the outside, though his eyes gave away the deep ocean of emotions swirling within him. So many different feelings clashed like the waves during raging thunderstorms.

The blue seemed similar to the sky and the sea. The wanderlust the atmosphere above holds for the lapis-coloured waves crashing together below. The two are so close yet so far from each other. So similar yet so different.

"You feeling okay there? You're spacing out," Jotaro inquired, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It's just, Uh, your eyes are really pretty" y/n said, bashfully bringing a hand to rub her neck.

Jotaro, who had been scoping out the area, got slightly concerned when he turned back to see the girl he had just met gazing so incredibly deep into his eyes. No one had ever stared at him like that before. Stared as if they were uncovering his darkest secrets buried in his brain. Stared as if they were trying to discover everything about him. And when she complimented his eyes he felt his cheeks heat up, trying to lower his hat when he remembered that it was at his house. The man resorted to using his palm to cover the blush while leaning on his hand.

"Thanks. What're you ordering?"

"Mhm! Also, I didn't bring any money so I'll just deal with my stomach until I get home."

"Good grief, I didn't ask if you had money, I asked what you wanted to eat," Jotaro asked, refusing to let her hunger grow more than it has.

Y/n nodded and turned to the almost empty diner, watching as their waiter walked towards them with a tray balancing on her hip. "Here we are! Can I get you guys something to eat?"

"Number two combo,"

"And I'll have a number four, please and thank you,"

The waitress clicked her pen before writing down their desired meals. "Is that all?"

"Yes ma'am," said y/n, giving the woman a mock salute as she walked away. To Jotaro, the girl seemed to be doing better than inside the club. In all honesty, she looked fine. Or she did until a random drunk walked by and she flinched. It wasn't that noticeable but with the way Jotaro was keeping an eye on her he noticed easily.

"How're you holding up? Sorry about the asshole in there," Jotaro shocked himself with the fact that he was apologizing to someone, let alone someone he met only about an hour ago.

"Please don't apologize! It wasn't your fault!" Y/n blurted out. She didn't want the poor man to be sorry, it was in no way, shape, or form his fault. If anything, she should be apologizing for inconveniencing him during his work.

"You never answered my question. How. Are. You. Doing."

The feeling of someone caring for her the way Jojo did makes her heart stutter. The beats phased in and out of harshness while her stomach was filled with butterflies fluttering their delicate wings softly and tickling her. How was she doing? She hadn't really thought about her feelings yet and she didn't really want to face that issue. The drunk man that had just passed beside their table had scared her. The heavy scent of beer was probably the main reason for her fear.

"I'm...doing okay, I guess. I'll be fine later hopefully," Y/n responded, sorting out her thoughts to make a coherent sentence.

"That's good. Once we're done eating I'll get you home, just worry about getting some food into you for now," Jotaro said, relieved that she was okay and lightly smiling at her. The uplift in his mouth was so minuscule that she almost missed it. Y/n hummed, nodding along to the music and bringing her attention off the man as they sported a now comfortable silence.

Once they reached y/n's apartment building she paused. Sure, asking a man you had just met to keep you company was awkward but the fear of being alone after what happened overtook her.

"Could you, maybe, come in with me? I don't think I can be alone right now..." her voice trailed off, barely above a whisper. The words had almost gotten carried away in the late-night breeze.

Jotaro had a feeling she would ask him to stay. After all, he was the only one with her when she was assaulted and the only one who cared enough to stay. So, with a quick curse muffled under his breath, he left the car to stand with her. He noticed her shivering, goosebumps rising from her shaky arms. With a sigh, he removed his jacket off his body and placed it over her shoulders, effectively making her drown in fabric.

The minute she went to protest, he shut her up by grabbing her hand and dragging the girl inside the building. Luckily she knew the landlord and just asked for a spare key. The owner, a middle-aged man named Daniel Johnson, was like a father to her, letting her stay for cheap rent and taking care of her when she needed it. The look that Mr. Johnson gave Jotaro had the simplest meaning. 'You hurt her and I'll hurt you.'

They made casual small-talk up the elevator until they reached the eighth floor, which was also the highest. Her apartment was in the middle of the hall. It wasn't extravagant. One bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and living room. When she entered she immediately unstrapped her heels and slipped on a pair of slippers, Jotaro following her lead. Then, the two walked to the right and sat together on the black leather couch. It was a peaceful moment, both of them sharing nothing but each other's presence. Without any words, y/n leaned in, hugging the much bigger man. She could’ve blamed it on the drinks, but she was sober now.

“Thank you. I really wouldn’t know -wouldn’t want to know- what could have happened. And I’m really sorry for being annoying or inconveniencing you at work. You’re, like, the best person out there for helping me even if I was tipsy and so close to throwing up in your fancy car and-”

“It’s fine, anybody would have stepped in if they saw it.”

“Then why was it only you who helped? You’re clearly a good person,” Y/n blurted, much like word vomit. During those last few words, she had lifted her head from his chest, realizing that he had lazily wrapped one of his arms around her back for comfort.

A blush crept its way onto her face, heating it up as she realized how close he was. This man, who was not only her saviour but also extremely handsome, was a mere four inches away from her. 

His eyes traced her every feature. Jotaro took a second to think about her words. Was he really the only one to notice her? Why did he help her? It’s not like someone could not notice her, she was stunning and probably the most attractive person in the bar at the time. So why was he the only one to step in? It’s not like he really cared about her that much...did he?

He knew the moment he felt her warm, minty breath on his lips that he had somehow fallen for a complete stranger. Something about her made her special. The way she smiled, the way her eyes creased at the corners when she giggled. The way her eyes seemed to reflect every bit of light that entered them in a hypnotizing fashion. The way her lips seemed so kissable and soft. He realized he was absolutely wiped. Somehow within the short two hours that he had known her, she had managed to make the Jotaro Kujo fall in love.

The blue-eyed man grunted out a breathy, ‘good grief,’ before lowering his head and closing his eyes, slotting their lips together in a gentle kiss. Her lips weren’t perfect, scar tissue around the base from chewing and picking at the skin but they were so incredibly soft that Jotaro could easily get addicted to the feeling of kissing her.

Y/n’s brain stopped for a moment, registering the fact that the man she had fallen so suddenly for was kissing her. When she finally realized what was lying on her lips she closed her eyes and kissed back. It was tender and sweet. Jotaro was careful not to scare her, considering what happened earlier in the night. But she didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her was the man in front of her, kissing her, being gentle with her, caring for her. And the only thing that mattered to him was the woman in front of him, kissing him, loving him, being with him.

The only thing that mattered was the two of them, trusting each other with their love. 

Word Count: 2,346

I found my old lava lamp and literally stared at it for 10 minutes straight and it somehow got me out of writers block...Thanks old lava lamp from when I was 12. Also lmk what you guys think of the second part!! I decided no smut just for the fact that mc was sa’d and that could be a little insensitive but I’m planning to write joot smut sometime soon so stay tuned!! .3.

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no crying in the club (jotaro kujo x F!reader) Pt.1 Pt.2

Synopsis: y/n, trying to keep her friend happy, forces herself to go to a popular club. Little does she know it would be the best and worst night of her life.

Warnings: minor sexual assault(not by jotaro), alcohol, drugs, swearing, gross party stuff.

Two girls sat in a room. Pink bedsheets and white dressers filled the room with life. The sun had long set as night fell over the horizon. 

“Hold your head still, mascara smudges easily,” Nena said, carefully applying the black liquid to my eyelashes. In about thirty minutes, we were getting picked up by Nena’s boyfriend to go to the newest club downtown. I was already preparing for the noise and the lights. Being blinded by the lack of overhead lights while simultaneously being stunned by the blaring neon lights was something I was not excited about.

“Sorry, sorry, what should I wear?” I asked once she finished with my makeup. Her face was already done when I came over. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect outfit.”

She left for her walk-in closet, rummaging around for the dress she had saved for her friend. In the meantime, I looked around for something to do. I swiped around on my phone to pretend to be busy. Looking in the mirror across the room, I noticed she did full-face makeup on me. On my eyelids were shining highlights, complimenting the black eyeliner and mascara caked on my eyes. Tinted lip-gloss shone on my lips and made them glow a subtle red. Her art made me look hot. I felt good about my looks.

When Nena returned she was carrying a silver dress. It was spaghetti strapped with sequins covering every inch of the fabric. the neckline was loose and would show a small amount of cleavage. It went to about mid-thigh with small slits on each side. 

“Here, it doesn’t look good on me, but you look good in everything, so unfair,” she teasingly said the last part to herself. I took the dress from her hands, sauntering to the bathroom and stealing a pair of five-inch heels covered in fake diamonds. They were strappy and long, reaching to my knees with a small butterfly placed on top of my foot gently. With the whole look put together, I left the washroom with a smile, having a good feeling about tonight.

“Let’s go, Pol Pol! I heard they have super good cocktails!” Nena said, already drunk on the smell of the club alone. I blinked as she left through the crowd, heading to either the bar or the dancefloor, neither of which I wanted to visit. But alas, the bar was better to relax in and maybe I could even find a booth for us. That idea was blown from my head as I saw a group of people snort lines from the polished marble, then make out with each other. Gross.

As I approached the counter, I felt a stare burning holes into my body, raking up and down. I shivered, sitting down at a barstool and ignoring the uneasy gut feeling rising in my stomach. The bar wasn’t super full and there was an empty seat on each side of me which was nice. 

A man came to stand in front of me from behind the bar. He was handsome, tall, and muscular, and the black t-shirt he wore showed the amount of muscle on his arms. His black hair had been gelled back lazily as a small, charcoal-coloured curl hung on his forehead. What stood out were his stunning eyes. They were sharp and shaded with a captivating blue. 

“Can I get you anything?” His voice was deep and gruff, seemingly tired from serving customers for the past five or six hours.

“Yeah, Uhm, just a margarita.”

In about ten seconds flat, a fancy glass with a lime garnish was placed on the counter. With a quick ‘thanks’ I took a sip of the alcoholic beverage. He nodded before turning around, preparing another drink for a different person. 

It took only ten minutes for someone to come sit beside me. He was a little creepy. The man was drunk and reeked of sweat and beer, wafting around the area and making me grateful for the strawberry perfume I used before coming.

His eyes were the same ones that had been following me since I walked in...ew. I chose to ignore him, his stare making me shift in my seat. My margarita was almost gone, maybe another two or three sips left. I savoured the bitter taste of alcohol for once in my life, opting to spend as much time drinking the beverage as I could. As soon as those were done, I shifted my gaze to the weird man. 

“Can I help you?” I said giving him my nicest smile. Sure, he looked like a creep and his smell was making her eyes water, but maybe he was just trying to have a drink.

“You sure can, how ‘bout me ‘n you ditch this bar ‘n go to my place, sugartits” Woah, Woah, Woah. 

“Sorry, I just got here and I’m waiting for a friend,” I said, still trying to smile at him.

“I don’t see no friend, so we should head out,” he laughed, a musty scent coming from his mouth. His arm slung around my waist, gripping my hip and going further towards the small slits in my dress by the second. 

“Please let go of me, I don’t want to leave with you,” a frown crawled across my lips as my heart began to beat faster. I could feel subtle tears wet my waterline as the fear of what could happen settled in.

“Don’t be a bitch ‘bout it, just come nice ‘n easy ‘n nothing will happen to your pretty little face.”

His hand pulled me from her seat, making me almost slip over my heeled shoes. He continued to grope at my butt while smirking, trying to lead me away. I tried to stand my ground, although it was difficult when a man taller, stronger, and bigger was fondling me and trying to drag me away. 

“Let go of me! Please, I don’t want to go with you!” 

“Don’t be so annoying, you fucking who-”

“Get your hands off her, or we’ll use force to remove you from this establishment.”

Jotaro’s P.O.V

Today was shit. Not only had Jotaro been annoyed by a group of whiny girls on his way to work, but he had also been put on bar duty. Sure, it was better than cleaning but people yelling at him and being rude to him pissed the man off. After serving another beer to a customer his eyes locked on a woman walking up to the counter. Her silver dress hugged her waist and showed quite a bit of skin, but that's not the reason he was staring. He was staring at the fact that she was alone In a busy club. 

He sighed, realizing he’d have to keep a careful eye on her. 

When she ordered, he couldn’t help but want to hear her voice more. The way it smothered out all the loud music and partying people was a nice break. He could even smell a wave of fruitiness that seemed to envelop her. And when she thanked him his glare broke for a mere second. His oceanic eyes softened at her before walking away to tend to other customers. Only when he saw a creep prowling on her did his glare harden again. The man's hands were on her hip as she looked very uncomfortable. Jotaro pretended to look busy while cleaning some already polished glasses to not look suspicious.

“Don’t be a bitch ‘bout it, just come nice ‘n easy ‘n nothing will happen to your pretty little face.”

Jotaro felt rage boil inside him when the pervert slurred the nasty words. Even if Jotaro was an asshole, he knew that respect was a basic human right and that women should be appreciated, not forced to lose their dignity for some dirty pig. The towel he had been using was now slung over his shoulder. He put his full attention on the situation in front of him. If that man pushes his luck any farther he wasn’t afraid to step in. 

The breaking point came when she was lifted from her chair by the man as he groped and touched her in a very gross fashion. The black-haired man watched as a fearful tear escaped her eye. Jotaro took it upon himself to walk over, his pace quickening when she quietly yelled more words of protest. 

“Get your hands off her, or we’ll use force to remove you from this establishment.”

His voice was powerful and demanding. The woman felt her legs almost crumble in relief when he stepped in. Jotaro could practically feel the thankfulness radiating off of her. 

“Oh? And what’re you gunna do ‘bout it, big boy? ‘M just taking the lady back home,” he slurred, moving his sweaty hand up and down her side. She shivered, goosebumps raising across her arms as she looked at the bartender with pleading eyes. She could only hope it would give the message that she didn’t want to be left alone with the creep. 

Good -fucking- grief

“I’ll take you out of here myself if I have to. Let her go and we can all move on with our nights.”

“No, I don’t think I will. She’s just playin’ hard to get. I know how these women work.”

“Please, I promise I’m not, please just let go of me,” She begged, tears now dribbling down to her chin. His hand raised and before anyone could blink, y/n felt a searing pain on her cheek, the skin turning a vibrant red that was visible even through the club lights. More tears fell from her eyes as she almost sobbed at the pain. 

“Shut up, you bitc-” 

Before he could finish his insult, a fist came hurling at his head, knocking him out cold. The moment his hands left her body she scurried behind the bartender, his large body sheltering her. Her eyes were closed as silent tears left them. Her mind wandered to what would’ve happened if the man hadn’t stepped in, making her shudder in disgust and fear. The mysterious man called security over to grab the unconscious pig as the man turned around to face y/n.

“Good grief, what a mess.”

She stifled a giggle at his reaction, bringing a hand up to wipe her tears away. 

“Thank you, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come,” she admitted, wiping the ruined makeup from her face. As Nena would say, ‘No crying in the club.’

“Whatever, I hate creeps like that,” Even with his scruffy voice he still sounded somewhat worried and considerate when speaking to her, “You feeling alright?”

She laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but rather the kind that you sing when there’s nothing else to say. “Jotaro? That's your name, right?”

Her words confused him for a second before he remembering his name was plastered on his chest. “Yeah, but call me Jojo. What’s yours?” 

“y/n.” Pretty name for a pretty woman. It was a beautiful melody that left her glossed lips like a sonnet. Only now that he could see her close-up, did he realize how gorgeous she really was. Even with smudged makeup and tear streaks running down her cheeks she was still the most stunning girl he had ever seen.

As y/n offered her name, she looked into his deep, ocean-like eyes. He had long lashes that framed the mans pupils perfectly. Sharp cheekbones and jawline that made her want to drool over him. He was way taller than her, towering at around six-foot-five. He seemed to be staring at her with a slight frown and she took that as a sign that she looked a little gross with beauty products smeared across her skin.

“Sorry, I probably look pretty shitty right now,” she chuckled, turning her head to shield her face, must to Jotaro’s disdain. “Could you…take me home? I really don’t want to go alone right now. It’s totally okay if you can’t, I can just find my fr-”

Jotaro cut her off with a grunt, telling her that it wasn’t safe to be alone in her current circumstance. She agreed, lightly holding onto his much larger hand for comfort as the two exited the club.

Word Count: 2,038

do y’all want smut in the next part or fluff? I cant decide T-T

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❧ JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

❧ Hunter X Hunter

❧ Demon Slayer

❧ Neon Genesis Evangelion

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❧ Magi

❧ Black Butler

❧ Violet Evergarden

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❧ I do write smut, although only for ADULT/18+ characters. I will never, no matter the circumstance, write anything smut related for minors.

❧ Stuff I will not write about:

Yandere characters, romantic minor/adult relationship, feces play, urine play, non-con, extreme degradation, vore. 

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