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Could I get a request of joot with a black s/o that has a hair pulling kink and jotaro doesn’t find that out until he accidentally pulls her hair in public btw I love you’re writing 💜

I already did one similar to this one! With Jotaro and Kakyoin learning to do PoC hairbraiding

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You write angst? I got something hyper specific and ANGSTY that I wanna request

Yep! I do write angst lol

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Hello! I had requested this before, but you were wanting to take a break from Joot. May I request a Joot x Reader with an affectionate Star Platinum? Sorry if you don’t want to write Joot at the moment, I just thought I’d ask again. Thanks! :3

Hi there! I am happy to write this now! I hope you like it:

Three weeks. Three weeks, she'd been gone. It was a conservation trip, to help save animals in Thailand. It was a noble cause, but Jotaro couldn't help but hate those animals for taking her from him. 

Luckily, he had his studies on Marine Biology to work on to distract himself, but it didn't stop his mind from wandering. 

What if she never came back? What if she fell in love over there and dumped him? What if she loved the animals too much and stayed there forever? He couldn't move to Thailand.

He sighed, shaking his head as he tried his best to keep himself buried in his work when Holly opened the door and placed a plate on his desk. "Jotaro, sweetie... I got some news for you..." she whispered, looking down at him and smiling. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and looking up at her, expectantly. "Mm?"

"Y/N is coming back from Thailand tomorrow! She'll be here by noon!"

"Oh yeah?" Jotaro hummed in response. "I'll go pick her up. Thanks." he murmured. They'd lived together in his parent's house since it was so large and with multiple buildings, they decided one was a communal area, and the other two belonged to the two couples. It suited them fine, for now, until Jotaro got his degree and they could find a good job for him. 

It took all of his strength to stop Star Platinum from punching everything in sight in excitement. 

Jotaro couldn't sleep. The lights were off, the room was silent, he was in bed, but for some reason, he couldn't drift off to sleep. His hand slid across the futon, over to his wife's side. It had gone cold. For the first night or so, it was still slightly warm, but she'd been gone so long the warmth had drifted away from the sheets and the pillows. He craned his head to look, to picture her back there. She'd be home soon, and he'd hold her for as long as he could.

"Mom, do we really need a sign like this?" Jotaro asked, standing at the airport, looking down at the placard his mom had given him to hold. 

"Of course! What if she forgot what we look like?" Holly laughed. 

Jotaro sighed, shaking his head as he stared at the words. Here for Mrs Kujo. It was pink and blue, with little animals drawn on it by Holly. It looked ridiculous, but Jotaro couldn't fight down the smile at the thought of Y/n's face when she saw it. 

So, he held it, waiting for her to approach, looking around for her anxiously. "JoJo!" 

He fixed his gaze to the bottom of the stairs. She'd tanned quite a lot, but the grin on her face was unmistakably her. Jotaro dropped the sign, nearly tripping on it in his haste to run over to her, but it seemed he wasn't the only eager one. As she ran over too, approaching him, Jotaro had no choice but to stop time. Jotaro closed the gap but didn't have the chance to grab her, as Star Platinum had snuck in first. "Ora! ORA ORA!" He roared, a smile on his face as he squeezed her in his arms and spun around. Jotaro smiled, wiping away a tear. Had he really missed her this much?

Soon, time would have to start again, and Star Platinum pulled back, disappointed, as Jotaro wrapped his arms around her, tightly. Lilac. She smelled of lilac. How had he forgotten that?

When time started up again, she seemed to jump slightly. "Jotaro!" she gasped, grinning, before wrapping her arms around him, tightly. He squeezed her, resting his head on her own. "I don't care how many animals are endangered... I don't want you to ever go again."

She pulls back, resting her hands on his chest and smiling. "Jota- ah!" She screeched, as Jotaro lifted her up, putting her on his shoulder and taking her suitcase for her, before walking back to Holly. "We're going home." he murmured, before walking past and heading outside, to the car, his wife laughing over his shoulder. He strapped her in the back, as one would to a child. She folded her arms, looking up to him. "Jotaro... you don't have to strap me in. I'm not going to run away."

"Better safe than sorry." He murmured, before shutting the door and getting in, ready to drive, as Holly slid in the passenger seat, shooting a grin to the girl in the back, as the two chattered about their time since they last saw each other. 

By the evening, Y/N and Holly had told one another everything, and whilst it was annoying to hear two women chatter nonsense about nothing, there was nothing else he'd rather listen to at the moment. He sat beside her, back against the sofa, his cap covering his face as he pretended not to pay attention. 

"I'll go and get us some drinks-!"

"ORA!"

Before Jotaro even realised, Star Platinum had stopped her standing, and with one swift arm, tugged her down until she was laid across Jotaro's lap.  "Jotaro-!"

"It's ok! Let me get them!" Holly giggled, as she stood and walked from the living room to the fridge, hoping to fetch them all some soda. 

The two just met one another's eyes, and Jotaro feared he was going to melt under her gaze.

His hand brushed across her face, gently moving a stray hair from her eyes with his knuckle, before letting it trace her jawline, his green eyes narrowing at her. "You..." he murmured. 

"I..?" 

"You can't ever leave me again." he cupped her cheek. "Promise."

"I promise..." she whispered, before smiling and adjusting, until she was sat on his lap, kissing his temple through his cap, as he tugged it down again and leaned back again. 

"Jotaro... is that your hand?"

"My arms are crossed... what are you talking about?"

"Whose hand is on my ass?"

"Ora!" 

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Drunk Karaoke - Jotaro x reader

I said I would do it and I have now. Here’s the link to the accompanying video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwP0lerLhGg&t=2s Jotaro had often been seen drinking before. Drinking, smoking and all manner of delinquent activities. But when he was drinking, it was always lager or something with a low alcohol percentage. "Come on, JoJo!" She grinned. "Let's all go out... together! It's your birthday. You, me, Kakyoin, Avdol, Polnareff and Joseph..." she smiled up at him, tugging on his sleeve. "And why go out? We can stay here and drink... and it's cheaper." "But there's atmosphere and fun... and we can all dress up nice... Please, JoJo? I promise, if you aren't having fun, we can go home and drink at your place... ok?" Jotaro found himself looking into those deep eyes of hers. She just wanted him to have fun, hm?  "Fine," he murmured, kissing her head. "Go tell the others... I'll meet you there." She beamed, kissing his cheek before practically sprinting away from him, to tell his friends. he groaned. "Great... now I have to get changed." After deliberating on it for less than a second, he just pulled on some jeans and a black shirt and jacket, deeming this suitable attire. He wasn't meeting a king or something. He leaned against the wall, lighting up a cigarette as he waited for his friends. Joseph came first, having barely changed at all, only removing that stupid hat of his, with Avdol following not far behind, dressed rather normally, compared to his usual robes. Then came Kakyoin and Polnareff, dressed rather subtly, much like Jotaro. It was the last to arrive that caught his attention.  Her dress was short. Very short. He wasn't even sure it would cover her rear. It was tight on her too, at her waist and bust, giving everyone a good view of everything. There weren't even sleeves.  He swallowed stiffly, before putting out his cigarette, removing his jacket and draping it over her shoulders, glowering at Polnareff, who was practically salivating. She laughed and slid her arms through his jacket sleeves, looking up at him. "You don't like it?" "That's not the problem." He murmured. "Come on, we're all here, let's get inside." he took firm hold of his girlfriend's hand and led her in, the other men laughing. They took their place in one of the booths, ordering 3 shots for each of them to ease them into the night of drinking. Once they were delivered, Y/N went first, grinning. "Bottom's up!" she laughed, before downing all three quickly, hacking slightly afterwards. Joseph laughed at her coughing before he and Avdol slammed all three without a hitch. Kakyoin intended to nurse his, but seeing the older men do it with such ease, he felt the need to prove himself. After the first, he seemed fine, but the second made him cross-eyed, and he nursed the third. Jotaro looked down at it, then at his girlfriend. "Y/N... is this meant to be fun?""No, the fun comes when you're drunk. Come on, JoJo! You're never normally a stick in the mud."He sighed, before copying his grandfather, doing all three consecutively. He coughed, as his girlfriend had, and after a moment of hanging his head, stifling the urge to groan, he then wiped his mouth, revealing a grin. "Another round."  Six shots down the line, the crew was beyond loony. They laughed at nothing, leaning on one another and Polnareff had even gotten up and begun to chat with a young woman at the bar.  "Ladies and gentlemen!" The host began to speak into the microphone, as the stage on the far side of the club lit up. "The karaoke stage is now open and free to anyone who has bought drinks here! Have fun, folks!" A loud uproar erupted, and soon a pair of businessmen -each hanging off one another to stand properly. Their voices were horrid, but they didn't seem to be trying to perform well. Jotaro groaned. "This is awful..." "It's meant to be." Y/N laughed.  "Have you never done Karaoke before, Jotaro?" Joseph asked, eyes wide. "It's a rite of passage for young men!" "Oui!" Polnareff chirped in, returning to the booth with a handprint on his cheek. "I did karaoke when I became a man. It is what one does." "I don't. I don't sing, and if I did, it'd be better than that." Jotaro grunted, leaning back in his seat. Y/N grinned. "You wanna bet?" She teased, leaning her face in close to read his eyes. he didn't flinch. "What are we betting?" "If you go up there on stage and perform karaoke... I'll do anything you want." "Anything I want?" Jotaro asked. His voice had dropped half-an-octave, and Y/N fought all her urges not to shudder at the sound of it. "Anything you want."  Jotaro chuckled, before standing up, swaying slightly on his feet, before walking over to the stage, waiting in the queue, with his eyes locked on Y/N, who cheered for him. When he stood at the microphone, having decided on his song, the guy running it grinned. "You got someone you're singing this for?" He asked, readying it. Jotaro hiccuped a moment, covering his mouth. "Er. Yeah... my girlfriend," he grunted. "Just start the damn song!" The guy nodded, then started the song, as Jotaro rolled his shoulders, trying to ready himself, as he started to sing.  Soshite tsudoishi STAR DUST Hyakunen me no mezame ni yobarete Otoko tachi wa mukau Toki no suna wo koeru Journey Kusari no you tsunaru karami au KARMA Hikari de tatsu sadame Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Uchi komu no wa All right now All right now All right now Hokori no Bullet Break you down Break you down Break you down Kobushi hanatsu seinaru VISION Stand Proud! He was alright for the most part, hitting the notes and saying the words, but the final note was the worst, which led to Y/N and the rest of the table howling with laughter, as Jotaro hopped off of the stage and walked down to his party, smirking as though he'd won. Y/N wiped a tear from her eye as she laughed, looking up at him. "You were right... you were better than them." she managed to say, through fits of giggles, as Jotaro took her arm and pulled her up onto his shoulder, carrying her towards the toilets. Joseph, Avdol, Kakyoin and Polnareff watched, before bursting into laughter again.  Anything he wanted, after all. Well, she wanted it too. 

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Josuke x reader- Kouhaku

Side note! I’m not really too knowledgable about Japanese traditions, however I did try and do some research on various traditions to make an amalgamation of them into a festival in Morioh-cho! Hope you enjoy! "Have you heard? The Morioh-Cho Spring festival is happening again! It's the first time in a decade!" Yukako smiled down at Koichi, holding his hand. "Will you go with me?" "Hm?" Koichi flinched. "Oh! Of curse, Yukako... isn't it a very... traditional celebration?" "Well, yeah. But it's amazing! There are going to be performances and food and there's even a kouhaku ceremony!" "Kouhaku?" Josuke hummed, stopping. Okuyasu looked to him, shocked. "You don't know what kouhaku is?" "No..." he murmured, puffing out his cheeks and looking away, embarrassed. "It's a ceremony which allows two people to confess their love for each other." Koichi smiled at Josuke. "It's the perfect time to define your relationship with someone and start a relationship together." "Really?" Josuke scoffed. "Can't I just... ask a girl on a date?" "You could if you wanted to upset her parents and make them never want to see you again." Okuyasu laughed. "You gotta be platonic, then confess to 'em. Man, I'm gonna have to find myself someone to go with..." "But you're not in love with anyone." Yukako huffed. "Yeah but.. wouldn't be the first time I've lied to a girl." His chuckle faded as the girl's hair began to shift, and he raced towards the school, chased by Yukako, who called him a bastard the whole way. Koichi sighed. "I'm gonna go after them... I'll see you in class." he smiled, before hurrying after his girlfriend. "Kouhaku..." Josuke murmured before a specific face crossed his mind. He couldn't help but blush. With a sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck and headed off to school.She was there at lunch, sat in one of the empty classrooms, reading. He exhaled, trying to calm himself. He then walked in and cleared his throat. "hey, uh, Y/N... how are you doing?" He asked, nervously. She looked up at him, beaming, before putting her book away. "Oh! Josuke... hi." she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you okay? You look red..." Shit. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright... I just... wanted to ask if you wanted to go with me to the spring festival." She fought down a smile, looking down into her lap. "Uh... yeah, sure. I'll go with you," she spoke softly, before smiling up at him. "I didn't think you'd ask me." "What makes you say that?" "Well... you know. You always hang out with other people... I thought you'd want to go with Yukako or one of her friends." "Yeah, well... I wanted to ask you... I know we went together as kids to the last one, so... just thought it'd be cool." he murmured. Y/N smiled. "I'd love to go with you." Josuke grinned, then nodded. "I'll pick you up then... 11am. Be ready, okay?" He realised how quickly he was talking and went to rejoin his friends, glad. Once school was over, Josuke walked out with Okuyasu, talking about the girls they were taking to the festival. After a while of chatting over which one would get kissed first or whose confession would go best, they saw Jotaro standing, waiting for them. "Oi, you two." "Yeah?" Josuke winced inwardly, knowing there was going to be pressure put on him. "This... this spring festival thing... I need you both to help me make sure everything is safe." "Oh, come on, man!" Josuke groaned. "I have a date..." "You can still keep an eye on things... I'm not saying you have to be skulking around with a camera, I'm just saying to watch out..." The two sighed, then nodded, and continued on their way home. "Hey, Y/N. I'm here. Shall we go?" "Oh, hey. I'm here, you ready?" "Hello Mr and Mrs L/N, is Y/N home?" Josuke spoke to himself, sighing as he tried to get it right. He decided that he'd have to just be cool once he finally got there. As he stood outside the door, he rang the doorbell, only to be faced with two adults. "Yes?" "Oh! Hello!" He grinned, all too aware of how strange he must look. "Is uh... is Y/N ready?" He asked her parents, beaming up at them, hoping to put himself across as a good kid, despite what his appearance might have put across. "I'm coming!" She called before they even got a chance to speak. The two adults smiled at each other, knowingly, before stepping aside to let their daughter go. She was dressed very nicely, not in her uniform or even casually. Josuke's cheeks flushed red for a moment, but he didn't turn his gaze away. He felt severely underdressed. She gulped and tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling at him. her smile was so bright. Josuke fought down a blush, before thanking her parents, promising she'd be home before midnight, before leading her to the festival, completely unaware that he'd taken her hand. There were stalls set up in the road, with blocks to stop cars from coming through. The lights were twinkling everywhere, and the beautiful sunset only made it appear more magical. Josuke glanced at her face, wanting to see her reaction. Wow. He thought. She was beaming, her smile brighter than the sun could ever hope to be. He had to fight himself to stop staring at her, as he walked along the booths with her. "Oh wow! They have all these amazing traditional sweets!" she cooed, squeezing his hand gently. Her face then flared up red, and she looked down. Had they been holding hands this whole time? The thought made her blush, and for a moment, Josuke faltered in his plans, gently releasing her hand, only for her to tighten her grasp and smile up at him. Without another word, they kept walking. Josuke found himself falling for her all the more. Her eyes gleamed with every decoration she saw, every step they took. She smiled up at him so many times he worried he was going to have a heart attack, but he tried his best to remain cool, and just smile back at her. "Is it sundown already?" she whispered, eyes gazing at the horizon. "It's been such a short day... I can't believe it's over..." "It's not." Josuke cut in, looking down at her. "It's not over until we want it to be." "We've done everything, Josuke... we ate the food, listened to music... we walked and we talked..." She beamed up at him. "We've done everything and more..." "Not yet we haven't." He gulped, before taking her hand again and leading her towards the fence. he wasn't sure she'd appreciate him confessing in front of others, especially since they weren't both clear on their feelings already, like most of the others were, so he just stood there, basking in the dimming light as he looked at her. Even confused, she was so beautiful. he smiled, holding both of her hands in his. "Y/N..." he began, gulping. "I... I don't know how to say this... I think I'm going to puke." Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she went to speak, before he shook his head. "No... don't say anything yet. Please... please, I need to..." God, just say it! I love you. I love you. Say I love you! "I love you!" He yelled, eyes wide as he held her hands to his chest. "I really, really love you a lot, please be my girlfriend!"Her cheeks went red and she looked up at him, seemingly dumbstruck. "I..." she was shaking. "Josuke." Shit. "I uh..." he let go of her hands, backing up. "Sorry. I think I came on a bit strong..." he murmured. She looked away for a moment, before stepping closer to him, getting on her tip-toes and pressing her lips to his. Josuke blushed, looking down at her, before grinning into the kiss, mustering all the passion he could into their embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist as he did so. Her lips tasted like strawberries, and her hair smelt like flowers. He was giddy, the red spreading across his nose, now burrowing down his neck, leaving him as red as her lip-gloss. When she pulled back, just as red, he took her hand. "So... will you?" She nodded. "I will..." she whispered. "JOSUKE!" Came a familiar voice, as the two turned their heads to see Okuyasu, panting and shocked. "MY DATE WAS THE STAND USER! HELP!" He wept, teary, before running to lead his friend there. Y/n, confused, looked up to Josuke, who sighed. "I'll be back later, alright? Wait here!" He smiled, before letting go and running to follow Okuyasu and help, yelling that he'd better be getting paid for this. Fondly, Y/N watched him run, holding herself. "I'll wait forever..." she whispered.

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Could I get uhhhhhhhh Polnareff x Reader starting a life together after enduring the grueling events of pt 3? Plz and thanx love u

“What about this one?” “Polnareff, it’s so expensive!” “Or this one?” “At that price, we ought to be able to live in it!” “Or this one?” “Polnareff... maybe I should choose the ring...”

She curled up more into his embrace, looking down into the magazine they’d given them to choose from. Polnareff’s fingers thrummed against her back, watching her face. She was so pretty when she was annoyed with him. And even prettier when she wasn’t. Either way, he often found himself watching her. 

“What about this one?” She asked, pointing to a minimalist wedding band pair, with no jewels, but the two could be put together and made into one ring. “It would be so nice.” “But... don’t you want a diamond?” Polnareff asked, taking the magazine and tossing it away, before pulling her onto his lap, so her knees were either side of his legs.  “I don’t want anything too expensive or flashy...” “Why?” “Because why would I?” She sighed, cupping his cheeks. “I am marrying you for you... for what we did together in Egypt... for surviving... I’m not marrying you to get your french money to buy me a diamond.” “But all gorgeous women want diamonds!” Polnareff protested. “I want to spoil you...” He sighed. He couldn’t save Iggy, or Avdol... he wanted to at least make the love of his life happy in any way he could. “Polnareff...” She could read his feelings on his face. He was such an open book to her. She leaned forwards and kissed him gently on the forehead, making him go slightly bug-eyed since her breasts were soon pressed against his face. “Polnareff, I love you... and I think now is the best time to tell you...” “To tell me what?” he asked. “You’re not leaving me, are you?” “No... Jean,” She used his first name. His heart skipped a beat at the flush on her face. “I’m pregnant.  Enceinte. Pregnant.” “You are?” He grinned, his hands sliding from her hips to her waist, before his palms were pressed gently into her stomach, his ear to her diaphragm. “Hello? Hello, son!”  “Daughter.”

he looked up at her again and smiled. “No expensive ring for you then... I need to spoil my baby girl!” He wrapped his arms around her and beamed, trying not to cry. He’d tell his little girl all about Avdol and Iggy and Kakyoin... he wouldn’t let their memories die. 

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Joseph, with his prima ballerina assoluta (the ballerina always to be in the lead) girlfriend. He goes to one of her performances, and since he expresses enthusiasm, she tries to teach him how to dance?

I don’t know much about ballet, so I’ll have to get to it once I’ve had chance to do some research, rather than writing blindly. 

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Hm why not Jonathan? Sry for the confusion

“Y/N! Wait!” Jonathan yelled, trying to push his way through the people to chase after his beloved. She was running right into danger. Again. She was braver than most women of their time, and it drew looks from other men and women. She even wore britches, like Jonathan. She didn’t have many friends in high places, but she had plenty in low places. Besides, why did she need other lords and ladies to like her? She had her Jonathan.  Soon enough, she had stopped, grabbing a pickpocket by the scruff of the neck and tugging them back. “Give my friend his wallet back!” She demanded, angrily, shaking the boy slightly.  “Okay! Okay! I will...” he murmured, before pulling out the wallet and handing it back to a panting Jonathan.  Jonathan sighed. “Thank you, young man. Here, have some money for sweets.” he smiled, handing a few coins to the boy. He grinned and took it. “Thank you so much! Thank you m’lord!” The boy ran away, gladly, as Jonathan tucked his wallet away, looking to his lady friend.  She smiled up at him. “You’re so noble, Jonathan...” she murmured, as she took his hand and kissed it. Jonathan grinned and turned to her, before kissing her cheek, delicately. “You’re more than I can handle, love... but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, before gently pulling her away to avoid a passing cart, which was making very strange noises. Jonathan perked up, watching. “They’re bringing wild animals to Queen Victoria...” He mused, lips pursed.  “Wild animals? Why?” “For her to eat.” Jonathan put an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder gently as he watched. Soon, the cart rode over a rock, and one of the containers came down onto the cobblestones of London, breaking apart. Y/N screeched like a banshee, leaping into her lover’s arms. “Jonathan! Jonathan, take me away!” She screamed, trying her best to fight down tears. Crickets. They’d been transporting crickets as food for the animals, to fatten them up. Jonathan quickly understood and held her tightly, before leading her away, to Ogre Street, where the bugs wouldn’t follow. And nor would anyone else.  Once they were safe, he put her down, stroking her hair and shushing her. “It’s alright, love... I’m here...” he whispered, sitting down with her and holding her tightly. “I know they frighten you... but I won’t let them hurt you... I’m here...” She wiped away her tears and smiled up at him, lip quivering. “You’re so good to me, Jonathan... you’re strong, but don’t treat me like I’m weak.” “Because you’re not weak! Don’t ever say that! You are so strong... you are, unabashedly yourself...and I love you for it...”  She smiled, cupping his cheek, before letting herself melt into a kiss.

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Sorry all! No one-shots today.

Long story short, I need to spend some time with my family. Will be back tomorrow though!

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Thats OK, i ment separate sorry!

So, which one would you want me to do? Jonathan or Kakyoin, since I can’t really do both right now with college starting again

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Jonathan, Kakyoin and Jotaro (sdc) - (plus their stands if possible) with a s/o whose bad ass in battle but is deathly afraid of ANY kind of insect. Would they carry her if they're going through a forest which has a lot of bugs in it? Or would they just ignore her fear? Thanks in advance

Is this like they all share a S/O, since I’m not too good at M/M/M/F, plus I’m trying to avoid writing anything for Jotaro since I’ve written too much with him 

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Kiss me - Caesar x reader

Italy was such a beautiful place. Beautiful architecture decorated the realm, alongside bright and rich plants and wildlife. There was something about it that made her feel warm all over. The Great War was over, and at last, she could travel across the world as she'd desired, and the first place on her list was Italy.

Her heart was racing as she wandered Venice, eyes dancing around at the terracotta-shaded buildings. It seemed her amazement had whisked her senses away, as soon enough she'd tripped over her own two feet, straight into the arms of one of the locals. She blushed right away, hoping to stand up and apologise for the inconvenience, but the moment she put any weight on her foot, pain seared through her. "You are hurt, raggazza. Come, let me take you to the bench." The local spoke, lifting her up into his arms, bridal style. She had to admit, he was quite handsome, with light blonde hair and two oddly-shaped marks on his cheeks that seemed to draw her eyes.

Soon, the young man placed her down on the bench, knelt down and gently resting her sore ankle on his lap, trying to figure out what was wrong. Her dress was hiked up far higher than she'd usually be comfortable with, but this young man seemed honourable. She bit her lip, watching how intently his gaze was focused on her leg until with a tap of his finger, the pain melted away in the hot sun. "There, bella raggazza. Your wound is all better." He smiled, standing up. Blushing, Y/n scrambled to her feet to stand as well, gently taking his hand. "Wait, sir... thank you so much." She beamed up at him, locking eyes with the young Italian man, watching as his face twisted from boredom into a grin. "It was nothing." he purred before he slid an arm around her back and held her in a dip. "My name is Caesar... caesar Zeppeli." He smirked, the tip of his nose touching hers. "And what is yours, raggazza?" he cooed.

She was flustered, cheeks red and lips slightly parted, with a mischievous part of her telling her to kiss him. "Y/n... Y/N L/N." She whispered. "L/N, hm? What a familiar name... tell me, you aren't the daughter of Lord L/N, of England?" She bit her lip again and nodded, entranced by this young fellow. "Yes... how do you know him?" "I do not, but my father met his father many many years ago." he lifted her from the dip, until there was no space between them, both of their feet firmly on the floor, toes touching.

"How can I repay you, Mr Zeppeli?" she whispered, hands resting limply on his broad chest. "Kiss me." He murmured in return, lowering his face to hers. "Kiss me, and give me a way to see you again, pretty lady."

"You can call the hotel... room 47, ask for me," she spoke softly, her lips ghosting over his. It was like being trapped in a hypnosis like his beautiful eyes were trapping her under his spell. But she didn't care. "I will..." he murmured, before cupping her cheek and stealing her lips in a passionate kiss. Her hand slid into his hair as she kissed him before he pulled back and released her. "I must go... I will call you tonight, raggazza... I want to see your pretty face again." "I will wait for your call..." He grinned, blowing a kiss before he raced to follow after a woman, tall and slender, who she could assume was his mother. Bracing her back against the wall, she watched him as he went. She'd wait by the phone for his call.

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Which Jojo characters do u write for?

All male characters from part 1-4, apart from Jotaro atm since i have like 12 about him already so any of them for an X Reader!

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Why hello there, hopefully I'm not bothering you with another request May I request a Jonathan x reader? Maybe Jonathan and reader share a tent, but reader is a sleep cuddler and Jonathan gets a boner from it? 👀👀 Just some smutty fluff

Ooh a bit of a mix~ Sounds good to me! “Do we really need to sleep out here? In the wilderness? In the cold?” She groaned, clutching her shawl tightly around herself as Jonathan set up a blanket and a fire for them.  “Well... I suppose I could bring out the tent but... we’d have to share. i thought it would be more appropriate this way. You, an unmarried woman... me, and unmarried man... You know.” The pink that dusted his cheeks made it clear.  He was always such a gentleman, not wanting to be improper with her, too frightened that it would prevent her from ever finding a husband of her own. He had Erina - well, he had had Erina, until Dio whisked her away and made her his wife. She’d been so happy with Dio too. If that was all, he’d have let them be, but Dio killed his father, and now he had to pay. Some sad part of him told him that Erina was just under a spell and would be freed when Dio died, but he knew that could never happen.  “I’d much prefer a tent... it’s warmer... besides, who will even know we shared a tent?” She sighed, slipping off her shawl and walking to him, tugging her sleeves up her arms to help him.  “No, no, it’s alright. I’ll do it. Please, you should just sit.” he smiled at her. When he came to her home in the middle of the night, warning her of Dio’s conniving and pleading for help, she had come right away, despite the fact she wasn’t dressed for the occasion. The bustle at her back made walking rather strange, as the weight of her rump seemed far heavier than usual, leaving her swaying if she stood too long. She sat down, sighing, and letting him set up the small tent for them. “Jonathan... why did you want me to come?” She asked.  He turned to look at her. “What do you mean? Did father not tell you?” “Tell me what, Jonathan?” “Dio plans to take two wives.” Jonathan’s brow furrowed. “The cad plans to have you and Erina, and take the land your parents own. I thought you would want to stop that.” Her eyes widened a fraction, lips parting. “Oh. Of course, I would... Jonathan, I am happy to be here with you, to help you after you lost your father... what I meant is... what use am I to you here?” The question seemed to puzzle, as he scrunched up his nose and looked to her, the light from the new fire dancing on all the sharp edges of his handsome face. “Well... I suppose I just need you here with me. You make me feel like I can win, Y/n.” He shrugged, simply. “I wouldn’t mind if you went home.”  The girl smiled again, then stood and moved to sit beside him, taking his hand. “Not a chance.” After another moment of silence, Y/n stood up, and began to unlace her dress. Jonathan shot up and turned around, covering his eyes. “I-I won’t look! You go in first and, er... I’ll keep my eyes closed.” “Jonathan, I’m not going to be naked. I’m just getting rid of all the useless aesthetic parts, that’s all.” She rolled her eyes, and with a soft whoosh the main dress was on the floor, leaving her in her chemise and drawers, before she unbuttoned her shoes and left them with the dress. “I’m lucky I brought clothes to change into... I’d rather die than walk all that way in that...” she murmured.  Jonathan couldn’t help himself. He was an honourable man, but a man nonetheless. He turned his head slightly to look at her, watching as she pinned up all her hair, giving him a wonderful view of her body beneath the thin fabrics. He turned away swiftly before his mind ran away with him, and he listened for her going into the tent.  When he was sure it was safe, he pulled off his tight shirt and trousers, leaving him in his own underwear as he entered the tent and laid down beside her, watching her.  She seemed asleep already, but in the dim light he could see her face twisting slightly. Nightmare. Perhaps he had frightened her when he told her about Dio. Panicking and unsure how to help, he adjusted closer to her, before pulling her into his arms, gazing down at her beautiful face. She cuddled in too, her chest pressing against his, letting him feel the hard nipples that the cold outside had stirred, before pressing one leg between his slightly, seeking warmth and safety in his body. Once she was securely in his arms, he closed his eyes, ready to sleep.  Then he felt it.  Mortified, Jonathan looked down between his legs, where the fabric was tented. His groin felt uncomfortable, being trapped as it was, but he couldn’t move, else he’d wake her. She was just so attractive, and he’d saved himself for marriage. Being this close to a young woman his age, and one so pretty at that, it seemed to be too much for his manhood. Despite his nobility and noble intentions, he couldn’t hide it. This woman aroused him.  He fretted for a while, searching for a way to escape, before big E/C eyes opened up, gazing up at him. “Jonathan?” she murmured. “Why are you poking my thigh?” She rubbed her eye and pulled away a moment, sitting up and letting him gaze at her once again. Stop it! he chastised himself. It will only get worse. He went to leave before she realised and blushed. “Jonathan...” she whispered. The way she said his name made him want to melt inside of her. “Y-Yes, Y/N?” “I... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you into this.” “No!” He called out, startling her. “No, you didn’t pressure me. It is my fault entirely, I will just... uh... go take care of it.” As he went to leave again, she took his hand. “I can do it. If you wish. We can both remain pure for marriage... i feel bad for making you take care of it yourself.” Jonathan’s noble soul begged him to deny her, but the way her sweet lips seemed to pout at him took the better of him. “Alright...” he murmured, sitting back down and letting the girl crawl to him.  “I... I don’t know how to work men’s underwear. Would you mind?” He shook his head, still unsure of what to do, as he opened up his underwear, letting his stiff manhood bounce free, almost hitting her right in the face.  She didn’t hesitate, and took him into her mouth, gently pressing his rod between her lips as she looked up at him for approval.  Jonathan panted, mouth watering as he tangled his hand in her hair, nodding to her. Already it was too much for him. He wasn’t sure he could even speak like this.  She began to move on him, her wet tongue slickening his cock and warming it at its base as she took the majority of it in, tears pricking at her eyes. Lost in his pleasure, Jonathan gripped her hair tightly, and began to buck his hips in her mouth. In moments he was finished, his seed spurting down her throat in a warm, bitter liquid, before the two parted, both of them panting and gasping for air.  “I-I’m so sorry...” Jonathan gasped, looking to her. “I shouldn’t have-!” “No... it’s ok.” She smiled. “I quite liked it.” Jonathan smiled, and cupped her cheek. All of a sudden, Erina was gone from his mind.   

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Hello! I was hoping for a Jotaro (pt 3) x reader fic? I’m particularly fond of the “star platinum showing affection” trope, since Jotaro doesn’t express himself often. Thank you so much!! :)

Hi there!  I’ll be happy to do this another time (maybe in a few days) since I feel like I’ve overdone Jotaro a bit and need to work on the other characters as well. It is a good idea though and I’d be happy to work on it once I’ve spent some time dabbling in the other bizarre specimen this series has to offer, haha

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ma chérie - Polnareff x reader

France made her feel so warm inside. After so long of waiting for the chance, she could finally go and see him again. Jean-Pierre Polnareff. To think his name made her feel all warm and fuzzy. 

The two had grown up together for a long while, and their parents were friends, leading the two to spend plenty of time together. Unfortunately, after Sherry was killed and violated, her parents no longer saw the place as safe, and moved away, taking her with them. For a while, Polnareff and her maintained contact through letters, but eventually, the communication dwindled to nothing. That was until she got an invitation to come to France, free of charge, and come see him again, now as a grown-up. 

Lovely Y/N. It has been a while since we met. Here are your plane tickets and your hotel key. Meet me in Paris, outside of the Eiffel Tower at noon. You know the day.

His birthday. She'd even picked him up a gift: a golden Rolex. 

By the time she'd sat down on the bench and checked the time, it was 12:05. She always was one to prefer to be fashionably late, and so was Polnareff, but both of them being later than five minutes?

She shook her head, reprimanding herself, telling herself that she doesn't know Polnareff anymore, she barely even spoke French anymore! Still, her coworkers had said that Paris was where one met their true love since that was how it always was in the films. She wasn't always sure. besides, she was there to see an old friend, and she'd just gotten out of a less-than-perfect relationship. How can true love bloom on scorched earth?

The bustle of the city made her anxious, and she sat there, glancing at the clock every few seconds, wondering where he was.

"Y/N!" She heard him yell, standing from the bench. "Y/N!" 

"Jean?" She called out in return, looking around. Soon enough, a familiar silver-haired fox came shouldering through the crowd, running to her. 

His body had changed very much since they were children. The short, buck-toothed, big-eared Jean she'd grown up with was all big now, muscular, tall and with a manly face, lacking in the softness and rotundness it once possessed.

"Jean!" She grinned, before wrapping her arms around him, the bag for his gift hanging off of her elbow as she hugged him tightly. His arms coiled tightly around her back, before lifting her in the air and spinning. 

"Ah, sweet Y/N! You grew to be so tall!"

"Of course I'm tall... I was a child the last time you saw me!" She laughed, and soon he put her down again, releasing her and noting the bag on her arm. "What's this?"

"A present for you, Jean. It's been so long. You still like gold, yes?" She smiled, before holding the bag to him. He took it, opened it, his expression twisted up like that of a curious child before he broke out into a wild grin. 

"Oh! It is so wonderful! After all these years, you still know me"

He grinned, putting the watch on and folding the bag to put in his pocket as he looked down at her. "You're very beautiful now! Look at that face! Ah, ma cherie... the baby fat is all gone from your cheeks and that grumpiness if gone from your expression!" Jean teased, pinching her cheek gently, only to be met with the glare he had just a moment ago celebrated the disappearance of.

It soon melted away, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thanks for calling me beautiful, anyway..." she murmured. "It's nice to know somebody likes how I look..."

"What do you mean?" he asked, leading her back to the bench and sitting beside her. She sat beside him. 

"It... well, it doesn't matter but... my boyfriend dumped me before I came here. he said I didn't put in enough effort to how I looked and that... he stopped being attracted to me."

Jean's brow furrowed, and he took her hand gently. "Forget him! Any man that cannot tell a rose from a thistle is a man who will forever lose!" he grinned, proudly speaking despite how pretentious his grandiose words made him sound. He kissed her knuckle before looking to him. "Come! I want to take you to a cafe downtown. We have much to discuss."

A trip to the cafe turned into a few drinks in the bar, and the drinks in the bar turned into ordering from hotel room service, ordering drink after drink until the early hours of the morning. 

"Ah, I cannot believe that we've gone so long without seeing each other, but I still feel like I know you better than I know anyone else." Jean smiled, finishing off his wine before setting the glass aside. Y/N hiccuped for a moment, before setting hers down too. "I feel the same... it's like nothing ever changed..." She whispered, looking up into his steely eyes. Magnetism worked its magic, and soon Polnareff had crawled on top of her on the bed, elbows either side of her head, brushing away a stray strand of soft hair. 

"Sorry..." Polnareff murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at her pink, delicate face. 

"Don't be," she whispered in return, letting a smile tug at the edge of her alluring lips before her hand cupped his cheek. "I like to think this is fate..." she whispered, before pressing her lips to his. 

He didn't deny her, instead, lowering himself more until their chests were touching, as he melted into her kiss. 

They were right all along, She thought. Paris really is the city of love.

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The Truth - Josuke x reader

Sorry this one’s short, but I was hit with a bit of inspiration and thought this would be good~ It took three tests for it to sink in. She took three tests, and all of them were positive. There was no doubt about it; Y/N was pregnant with Josuke Higashikata's baby. Anxious, she tossed away all of the tests and just got ready for school, pale and shaking. She was pregnant. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. With a capital P. She hadn't even graduated yet. She and Josuke couldn't get married, they hadn't graduated and neither of them had told their parents they were even in a relationship! Whilst abortion had crossed her mind, she did want a family with Josuke. Maybe it was a bit too early, but this was still their baby and she did want to have it. He deserved to know, and if he stopped seeing her then she'd have this baby alone.

As she walked to school, she thought about how to tell him, trying not to rest her hand over her womb, despite her instincts telling her she should. She was lucky she wasn't still puking. "Hi, Josuke! You know when we had sex in the school toilets the other week? Yeah, I'm pregnant." "hey, Josuke. I know this is weird, but I'm pregnant with your baby." "Josuke. I'm pregnant." "Oh, hey, Josuke, I have a present! Want to know what it is? Ta-da! You're a dad now!"

None of them sounded right. She replayed them all in her head, over and over again, but none of them worked in her head, and by the time she'd realised it wasn't walking she'd already caught up to her boyfriend and his pals. Upon realising she was there, Josuke smiled, draping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. "Morning." he smiled. Okuyasu murmured something similar, and Koichi knew better than to talk to another woman with Yukako nearby, especially since she didn't trust Y/N yet. It’s now or never. "Josuke... can we talk?" she asked, looking up at him, stopping. "In private." "Why? What's wrong?" he replied, cocking his eyebrow. "Yeah, what's the matter, Y/N? You're looking a little pale. You on your period or something?" Okuyasu asked, with all of the class of a back-alley drunkard. Y/n flushed red, before shaking her head. "No... Josuke, please can we talk?" "You don't need to worry. You can tell me anything." he smiled, taking her hand in his own, rubbing his thumb on the back of it. "Come on... it's ok." Y/N gulped, looking down. "Josuke... I'm pregnant." His grip on her hand changed, no longer loose and laid-back. Instead, it was tight, his nail digging slightly into her flesh as he looked down at her. His eyes were so glassy, it was more like he was looking through her. His hand soon slid from hers and he bolted off to school. After staring at her for a while, Okuyasu, Koichi and Yukako all followed after Josuke.

"I can't go to class now... not after that..." She sobbed, covering her mouth. He cut and ran, abandoning her here, with everyone watching her. She turned to run, only to walk into Josuke's nephew (it felt strange to say) Jotaro. She bowed in apology, hoping to run and escape before he grabbed her shoulder. "Let's go to Tonio's." he murmured, before leading her to the Italian's restaurant. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go, so she followed.

Despite his gruff exterior, Jotaro was very kind, talking with her about her studies and her family, even offering to put in a good word with the Speedwagon foundation and with Joseph's realty business to help care for the baby. This baby would be Jotaro's cousin after all, and another of Joseph's grandkids. She'd thought Jotaro would be glad, would hug her and tell her everything would be alright, that eventually they'd get married and they'd just be a happy family. After the meal, Y/N thanked Jotaro as much as she could for his offers, prompting a slight smile from him. But despite it all, she needed to go home. She couldn't hide this from them forever, and they needed to know.

The moment she stepped out of the door, Josuke was on one knee, waiting for her. she flinched, mouth slightly agape as she looked down at him. "Th-the ring isn't silver or gold... I can't afford that right now. I er, kind of made it myself. What's important is the symbolism right?" He asked, nervously, biting his lip slightly as he locked eyes with her. "I'm sorry for running... please, Y/N... I grew up without my dad in the picture, and I don't want that for my kid. Please, marry me. We'll raise our baby together... we'll graduate, I'll get a good job first whilst you're about to give birth, then we can both get jobs and share raising them... fuck it! We'll take it as it comes, together! So... what do you say?"

Shock melted into joy, and she leapt into his arms. "Yes!" She cried, burying her face in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him, as he fumbled putting the ring on her finger, lifting her into his arms, letting his nose brush gently against her. "Let's go tell our parents." She whispered. "They deserve to know they'll be grandparents..."

Josuke's face dropped again. "My mom is going to kill me..."