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How Do They Give Head?

a/n: im overly freaked out right now, i think its time i dip my toes into this ^^;; don't be shy to request nsfw guys... hint hint hint

tags: nsfw under the cut, various jojo characters, reader is gender neutral, both male and female genitalia mentioned (?) , some characters aged up (duh!)

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Okay random character list and ideas incoming

Helping Ceaser draw on his little pink triangles on his cheek and put his headband on for him (after a smooch on his forehead ofc)

Helping polneraff, kakyoin and jotaro do their hair (while in their lap possibly)

Stressing out while doing josuke's hair not wanting to mess it up but him trusting you anyways

Kira and fugo getting their tie tied and a little check kiss like kiras stand in wife in pt4

Helping Bruno with his little braid and hair clips

Putting on abbacchios lipstick for him (TESTING IF ITS SMUDGE PROOF)

Trying to help narancia put on his headband wrap thing (it seems like it's tied so weird and would be a nightmare to put on for me)

This is literally just copied from my notes app so I'm sorry if it's hard to understand. Just ask me questions if you need to I got post notifications on, a phone addiction and no shame so I'll probably answer fast

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Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous - Multi Character x Reader

A/N - 🍒 Anon I am still very amused that you were actually not asking for all of them HAHAHAHA But I did all but Narancia because I couldn't think of ANYTHING for him and I feel so bad... Thank you so much for the request this was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I warned y'all about the word count hehehe...

Characters - Caesar, Polnareff, Kakyoin, Jotaro, Kira, Josuke, Fugo, Bruno, Abbacchio

Cuore Mio - My heart Amore - Love Vita Mia - My life Tesoro - Treasure Cara - Dear The song used for Josuke is That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain

♡ Fluff ♡ Word Count - 11000 Yeah that is not a typo... Warning - Non sexual intimacy, some suggestive language in a few of them.+ A bunch of kissing lmao.

Caesar -

The sun is gentle as it streams through the open curtains, warming your skin faintly as you wake with a content sigh on your lips.

Caesar’s arm tightens slightly around your waist when he feels the way you shift away while he sleeps, almost trying to keep you as close as possible even though he isn’t even conscious.

You don’t dare to attempt to move again from your comfortable spot by his side as he breathes faintly against your throat, knowing if you wake him up or he gets up with you not by his side he’ll get… Insanely pouty.

“Stop thinking cuore mio, it’s too loud.”

His low tired voice startles you slightly as his lips press against your skin, moving to leave a trail of faint kisses against the column of your throat.

I LOVED your JoJos wedding HCs! Is it possible to do one with the JoBros?

Congrats on 100 followers!

THANK YOU SMMMM (I’m at 150 now or something 🤭)

Also.. lowkey I didn’t know which jobro to pick for some of them so I took a wild guess?? 😭

Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff

Speedwagon

- Speedwagon is absolutely an overorganizer - talking too fast, overplanning everything, and insisting nothing is “too much” if it makes you happy. His loud, emotional nature means everyone around you knows exactly how thrilled he is.

- Underneath the bravado, he is terrified he’s not worthy: an ex‑thug from Ogre Street who somehow ended up with you. Remembering how Jonathan’s kindness changed him, he vows daily not to waste the life and love he’s been given.

- He is extremely protective in the lead‑up: triple‑checking venues, carriages, guest lists, security, because losing people he loves is his greatest fear. You catch him staying up late over paperwork, muttering about wanting everything “safe and perfect” for you.

- The wedding has this mix of old English charm and quiet opulence: a beautiful church or manor with stained glass, warm lamps, and a reception in a grand hall funded (discreetly) by his success as a respectable businessman.

- Because he values loyalty and friendship above all, the guest list is stacked with people he considers family: Joestars, trusted colleagues, and anyone who ever treated him with decency when he was still scraping by.

- The atmosphere is emotional and loud in the best way: there is laughing, crying, people clapping too early, and Speedwagon narrating things under his breath because he can’t stop verbally reacting to every tender moment.

- When you walk down the aisle, he absolutely breaks: hands shaking, trying to stand tall, but his face is an open book. His hot‑blooded, expressive nature means everyone can see he is utterly gone for you.

- His vows are messy but real: he trips over words, repeats himself, maybe swears once then apologizes immediately, but every line circles back to “You saved me” and “I’ll stand by you the way I stood by Jonathan… only more, because you’re my home.”

- If there’s a religious or symbolic component, he leans into it with reverence. Coming from a life of crime and danger, any ritual that symbolizes “new life” or “protection” hits him hard, and you can feel him squeeze your hands like he’s promising the universe itself.

- The reception is generous and welcoming: good food, loud music, and a very open door policy toward anyone you care about. He makes a point of toasting his journey from Ogre Street to this moment, and how your love made all that pain worth something.

- He dances like an overexcited puppy in a suit. He is not graceful, but he is enthusiastic, and he keeps saying “You look incredible” like he needs to remind both you and himself every five minutes. His extroverted, people‑focused side shines as he spins you around and shows you off.

- At some point, he pulls you aside from the noise just to breathe with you in a quiet corridor or balcony. That’s when he gets soft and almost shy again, murmuring that no matter how big the foundation gets or how long he lives, this is the day he’s going to remember on his deathbed.

- After the wedding, he throws himself into being the kind of partner who never lets you doubt his devotion: bringing you tea, calling you “my spouse” with almost boyish glee, and proudly introducing you as the person who “gave an old street rat a future.”

- He still has that instinct to neglect his own needs for others, so in marriage he often overworks himself for your comfort. You’ll probably be the one teaching him that you want him healthy and happy, not just protected and providing.

- To him, the marriage is not just romance - it’s a promise to never leave you alone the way he’s seen others left behind. In Speedwagon’s heart, you become his chosen family, the person he’ll spend the rest of his life loudly, fiercely, openly loving.

Caesar Zeppeli

- Caesar is both excited and terrified. On the surface he’s bragging - “Of course you want to marry me!” - but when he’s alone he worries about living up to that vow and whether he can protect you from the kind of pain he’s known.

- He gets controlling about details without meaning to: pacing around over guest lists, the menu, where you’ll sit, who will stand where, because if the day is perfect, maybe it’ll keep the bad things away. You often have to gently remind him you just want him, not perfection.

- He is fiercely proud that you’re choosing him. It softens his temper; if anyone even hints at disrespecting you or the marriage, his protective streak flares instantly. He’s determined that no one will ever make you feel unwanted or unsafe.

- The wedding has strong Italian energy: warm, lively, crowded with family and “family friends,” with a church or chapel filled with light filtering through high windows, flowers everywhere, and music always in the background.

- He wants it to feel like a celebration of love and life, not something stiff or cold. Expect lots of color, laughter, and people talking over one another, balanced with moments of quiet reverence when you exchange vows.

- There’s a heavy emphasis on family: photos of those who have passed, candles or flowers set in their memory, and a sense that you’re both being witnessed by the living and the dead. Deep down, he wants his father and sister to see that he finally found something good.

- When you walk down the aisle, Caesar is ruined. He tries to keep his composure, but his eyes shine, his jaw clenches, and he keeps having to blink away tears. For someone who’s always been so confident, he suddenly looks almost shy in front of you.

- His vows are emotional and a little dramatic in the best way. He talks about how you changed him, how he doesn’t ever want you to feel alone, how he’ll fight - literally and figuratively - for your future together. His voice cracks when he promises he won’t abandon you.

- There’s probably a symbolic gesture: maybe tying a ribbon around your joined hands, exchanging a small charm, or lighting a candle together. He takes that symbolism dead seriously, squeezing your fingers like he’s swearing on his own life.

- The reception is loud, warm, and full of food. Long tables, shared plates, wine, relatives telling stories about him (some embarrassing), and him hovering near you, always keeping a hand on your back, your waist, or your hand.

- He insists on a proper first dance. He’s better at it than you expect, leading you confidently, smirking when you stumble, then bending close to whisper that you’re perfect. Later, he probably pulls you into slower, more intimate dances away from the crowd.

- At some point, he sneaks you to a quieter spot - a terrace, a garden, a stairwell overlooking the party - just to breathe with you. He presses his forehead to yours and murmurs that he never thought he’d get this, and he’s not going to waste it.

- In married life, Caesar becomes even more protective and attentive. He calls you affectionate pet names constantly and refers to you as his spouse with this proud, slightly smug little smile.

- He is very physically affectionate at home: back hugs while you cook, kisses to your knuckles when you’re reading, pressing his cheek into your palm when he’s tired but doesn’t want to admit it. Touch becomes his daily reassurance that you’re really here.

- For him, the marriage is both a promise and a redemption. He carries the weight of his past, but every morning he wakes up next to you feels like proof that he didn’t end up defined by loss - that he found love, and kept it, and will spend the rest of his life fighting for it.

Noriaki Kakyoin

- Kakyoin treats the decision to marry you as something almost sacred, partly because he spent so much of his life feeling detached from others and not really having friends.

- He is reserved and introverted around big groups, so he plans the wedding to minimize small talk and maximize quiet, meaningful moments with you.

- He takes the idea of marriage very seriously - loyalty and respect mean everything to him, so proposing or accepting your proposal is something he only does once he is absolutely sure he’s “worthy” of being your person.

- He is the type to research legal procedures, venues, and traditions like he is studying for an exam, creating neat lists, schedules, and backup plans so nothing can ruin your day.

- The ceremony is small and serene: a garden, museum courtyard, or quiet shrine-like space where the focus is on you two, not on a huge crowd or loud reception.

- The aesthetic leans soft and slightly artsy, reflecting his love of art and photography - warm lighting, subtle colors, maybe stained glass or carefully chosen floral arrangements that he secretly overanalyzed to match your tastes.

- Kakyoin keeps the guest list tight: the Crusaders and a few people you truly care about, because he values respectful, trustworthy people and hates insincere social circles.

- The vows are simple but precise; he is not overly flowery, but every word is carefully chosen, promising loyalty, honesty, and the courage to keep growing together, just like he learned to do on the Egypt journey.

- On the surface he looks composed and polite, but anyone who knows him can see his hands tremble slightly when he holds yours or when the ring goes on your finger.

- He steals small, private moments between formal parts of the ceremony: brushing a stray hair from your face, quietly asking if you are tired or overwhelmed, and visibly relaxing every time you smile back at him.

- Instead of a wild party, the reception feels more like a cozy gathering with good food, inside jokes, and a chance for real conversation; he is happiest when you’re close by, not when you’re “on display.”

- Later, when it is just the two of you, he admits that marrying you feels like rewriting the lonely script of his childhood - proof that his life is no longer defined by isolation or Dio’s control, but by the quiet, chosen family he built with you.

Okuyasu Nijimura

- He tells literally everyone in Morioh within 24 hours, beaming as he introduces you as his fiancé(e) and asking each person if they think he is “husband material now.”

- Okuyasu keeps panicking about messing things up and constantly wonders what his brother would have told him, but your reassurance that he is doing great makes him visibly soften every time.

- Decision-making is a disaster at first; he wants everything you want but freezes whenever there are choices, so Josuke and Koichi quietly help narrow things down while Okuyasu picks whatever makes you smile hardest.

- The wedding ends up being small and local in Morioh: an outdoor venue near where you first used to hang out, decorated with slightly mismatched flowers and ribbons because he thought “more color = more happiness.”

- He shows up in a suit that still has a bit of that delinquent flair - maybe a bold tie or a subtle symbol that reminds him of Keicho - standing at the front and bouncing on his heels because staying still is impossible for him.

- When you appear, he goes from grinning to full-on tears in seconds, loudly telling you “You look amazing!” before the officiant even gets to say anything, making guests laugh and wipe their own eyes.

- His vows are messy, out-of-order, and totally genuine; he stumbles over words, admits he is “not the smartest guy,” and promises with his whole heart to always protect you, even if he is scared or unsure.

- He mentions his brother once, voice shaking, saying that meeting you is one of those choices he made all by himself and that he is proud of it, which hits everyone right in the chest.

- At least once, he instinctively uses The Hand to “fix” a problem - maybe erasing some space to pull a falling decoration back into place or to quickly move a table - and everyone gasps while he laughs it off sheepishly.

- Josuke has to gently warn him not to accidentally erase part of the aisle or the cake, so Okuyasu keeps fidgeting with his ring instead of his Stand, trying his best to behave.

- The reception is loud, warm, and a little clumsy: Okuyasu eats like it is Tonio’s restaurant and keeps trying to feed you bites between every conversation because sharing food is one of his biggest love languages.

- Your first dance is not graceful at all; he steps on your feet a few times, laughs nervously, then relaxes when you cling closer, turning it into a swaying, clingy hug more than a formal dance.

- He cannot stop staring at your ring and his, lifting your joined hands up to show people as if he still cannot believe you chose him, repeating “We’re really married, huh?” like a happy mantra.

- At the end of the night, he carries you over the threshold with way too much enthusiasm, almost tripping, then holds you close and quietly admits that this is the happiest and safest he has ever felt in his life.

Bruno Bucciarati

- For Bruno, marriage is not impulsive - he treats it as a promise he must live up to every day, the same way he treats his responsibility to his team.

- He will only ask when he is absolutely sure he can protect you and give you a life that aligns with his own sense of justice, making sure you understand the risks of being tied to someone in Passione.

- The ceremony has a very Southern Italian feel: warm light, stone, and the sense of old tradition, likely in a modest but beautiful church or chapel near the sea, because he respects rituals and the symbolism of making a vow in front of something bigger than yourselves.

- He favors a venue that is not ostentatious but solid - a church with worn steps, frescoes, and a view of the coastline, somewhere that feels rooted and timeless in the way he wants your marriage to be.

- The guest list is small and curated; he wants his team, a few trusted associates from Passione, and any family or friends you choose - no one who would disrespect the sanctity of the day or make you feel unsafe.

- He is calm in that Bucciarati way, but it is the same “calm” he wears before a fight - controlled, focused, with his emotions pressed down so he does not cry in front of everyone - he only lets them slip when he sees you walking toward him.

- His suit is immaculate and tailored, with subtle details that echo his usual style: neat lines, polished shoes, maybe a zipper-themed accessory tucked into his tie pin or cufflinks as a quiet nod to Sticky Fingers.

- He is hyper-aware of the logistics, making sure everyone arrives safely, the church is secure, and the exits are known - he wants you to be able to relax because he is the one staying alert.

- Your vows are where he lets himself be vulnerable: he speaks clearly and steadily, promising not just love, but to never let his “path” diverge from yours.

- He emphasizes partnership and trust, telling you that just as he once asked his team to follow him even into rebellion, he now chooses to walk beside you, not ahead, because this is a life you are building together, not a mission.

- When you exchange rings, he lingers just a moment, thumb brushing your fingers like he is memorizing the feel of the metal, and you can see in his eyes that this is a responsibility he will never put down.

- The reception is intimate, full of good food and laughter rather than wild partying - homey Neapolitan dishes, wine, and maybe a terrace overlooking the water so everyone can breathe and talk under the evening sky.

- His team absolutely teases him, but they are also deeply respectful: Mista making jokes during toasts, Narancia getting overexcited on the dance floor, Abbacchio quietly watching with a hint of a smile he tries to hide, Fugo making sure nothing gets out of hand.

- Bruno barely leaves your side - when you dance, he holds you close but not possessively, one hand at your back, the other around your fingers, murmuring quiet reassurances that no matter how dangerous the world gets, this - you - is the one thing he will always protect first.

Ermes Costello

- Ermes does not rush the idea of marriage - she only lets herself even consider it after you’ve stayed through her lowest, angriest moments and seen the rough parts without flinching. Loyalty is everything to her, so she needs to know you won’t run when life gets ugly.

- She frames it in her head almost like a promise between partners in crime and partners in life: someone who has her back in a fight and in the quiet days afterward. Once she’s sure, the decision is solid - no second‑guessing, no half‑measures.

- The ceremony itself is relatively small but intense—friends, found family, people who actually matter, not random distant relatives. There’s an urban, grounded feel: maybe a decorated courtyard, a restaurant rooftop, or a community space instead of a big soft fairy‑tale venue, something that nods to her working‑class, family‑restaurant roots.

- Aesthetic-wise, it’s bold and a little rough around the edges: bright colors, geometric patterns, loud music, and details that reference both your tastes and her tattoos/stand motif - duplicated decorations, mirrored signs, paired photos like subtle “Kiss” symbolism everywhere.

- She dresses up, but it’s her version of formal: something sleeveless, easy to move in, with sharp lines and maybe some streetwear influence, plus jewelry and hair accessories that echo her usual barrettes and tattoos. She refuses anything that makes her feel like she’s cosplaying someone else.

- When you walk in, her bravado almost cracks; she looks like she’s been punched in the chest, eyes wide, lips pressed tight as if she’s physically holding back tears. She tries to play it cool, but her whole face is basically screaming “holy shit, that’s my future standing there.”

- Her vows are straightforward and unpretty, and somehow that makes them hit harder. She talks about how she doesn’t believe in fate or some neat, clean justice anymore, but she believes in you and in choosing you every day. She mentions the ways you’ve grounded her when revenge and anger tried to swallow her whole.

- She promises to always tell you the truth (even when it hurts), to protect you like family, to fight beside you, and to never let you carry your burdens alone. Her voice gets rough and louder when she says, “I’m not going anywhere, got it?” like she’s daring the world to try and take this away from her.

- The reception is loud, warm, and a little messy - good food (she insists on the food being amazing), big laughs, people shouting across tables, music that makes everyone move. It feels more like a family gathering or block party than a stiff formal event.

- She is constantly touching you: arm around your waist, hand in your back pocket, fingers laced with yours when you’re talking to someone else. Every time she catches your eye across the room, she grins like she can’t believe this is real and promptly makes her way back to you.

- There are in‑jokes woven into the day: duplicated favors or gifts, maybe paired keychains or little “double” charms as a nod to Kiss. She likes that the symbolism is subtle but very you‑two.

- At some point, she pulls you aside somewhere quieter - outside the venue, on a staircase, or in a back hallway - to breathe and just be with you away from the noise. She leans her forehead against yours and mutters something gruff like, “You’re stuck with me now. No refunds,” but her hands are shaking slightly from how happy she is.

- In the days after, she keeps staring at both of your rings, fiddling with hers when she thinks you’re not looking, testing the word “spouse” out loud with this mix of pride and disbelief. She introduces you with that title every chance she gets, like she’s staking a joyful claim.

- Married life with Ermes is everyday loyalty turned up: shared routines, shared money, shared fights, shared victories. She may not be traditionally romantic, but she is ride‑or‑die domestic - fixing things around the house, checking in on you constantly, and acting like protecting your peace is now her full‑time job.

Gyro Zeppeli

- Gyro is not the type to talk about “forever” lightly - he has already lived with duty, death sentences, and the weight of one decision changing someone’s entire fate, so the idea of marrying you takes a while to fully settle in his chest.

- The turning point is quiet: maybe after a rough day when you patch him up, or when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the wagon, and he realizes he trusts you the way he once trusted Johnny with his life - except this time it is not about a corpse or a kingdom, it is about building a future.

- He decides in a very Gyro way: “If I’m staking my name and Spin on anything now that the race is over, it’s going to be you,” a little dramatic, a little teasing, but with his eyes dead serious behind the grin.

- The wedding feels like a cross between a traveling show and an old Neapolitan celebration; there are bright colors, food everywhere, music that borders on rowdy, and absolutely everyone knows the groom is a Zeppeli because he will not shut up about it.

- He does not go for stiff nobility - despite his ties to the Kingdom of Naples, Gyro has seen enough rigid formality in execution halls - so the ceremony is outdoors or in a sunlit courtyard, somewhere that feels alive and full of movement, not like a courtroom.

- He mixes tradition and chaos: you have a real officiant and vows, but there are also kids running around, people from every walk of life, and probably at least one animal wandering through the edge of the crowd because no one had the heart to chase it away.

- Gyro absolutely incorporates elements of his executioner outfit - emblems of Naples, the steel balls at his side, maybe a reworked hood or gorget - but cleaned up and made ceremonial instead of grim, as if he is rewriting what that uniform stands for.

- When you arrive, he goes completely still for a second - this hyperactive, loud man just freezes, eyes wide and wet, like his brain cannot compute that this is actually happening to him and not to some luckier person.

- His vows are messy and heartfelt; he starts off joking, talking about how he swore the goddess of victory would leave him if he ever let another woman ride with him, then admits that if she has a problem with you, she can go find another jockey because he is not letting you go.

- He promises to treat your life like he treated Marco’s sentence: something to fight for, to protect, to spin every last bit of skill he has into keeping safe, even if it means defying expectations like he once defied his father.

- At least once during the ceremony he cracks, voice catching when he talks about not wanting you to carry your burdens alone the way he and Johnny had to on that endless desert track.

- The reception is loud and a little unhinged; he absolutely has some ridiculous song prepared that he insists on performing for you with full confidence, daring anyone to laugh at him when he is “serenading the love of his life.”

- Johnny ends up watching from the crowd with that quiet, proud smile, maybe heckling Gyro good-naturedly as he dances with you, and for a moment it feels like the Steel Ball Run days again, except softer and safer.

- Married, Gyro is all-in: protective without being suffocating, quick to make a joke when you are sad, and the first to throw himself between you and any danger, guided by that same moral streak that once made him risk everything for a condemned boy and a broken jockey.

Yasuho Hirose

- Yasuho’s wedding with you ends up being soft, a little awkward, very Morioh, and completely saturated with that earnest, slightly dorky devotion she has when she decides someone is hers. It feels less like a big social event and more like a culmination of all the times she chose to stand beside you when things were confusing or scary.

- Yasuho does not rush the idea of marriage; after everything with her parents and her own loneliness growing up, committing to someone for life is huge and a little terrifying for her. She only really starts considering it once she notices that, with you, that old instinct to spiral or run away has been slowly replaced by “I want to tell them about this” and “I feel safe when they’re here.”

- In the days leading up to the wedding she is a bundle of nerves: checking and re-checking everything, convinced something will go wrong because “that’s just how life is,” but underneath, there is this glowing, stubborn hope she refuses to let go of. She has small flashes of that old insecurity - wondering if she’s enough, if you’ll regret this - but every time you reassure her or take her hand, you can feel her consciously choosing to believe you.

- She is extra clingy without meaning to be. She messages you constantly about little details, sends you photos of flowers and dresses, and uses planning as an excuse to hear your voice and ground herself whenever her anxiety kicks up.

- The ceremony itself is intimate and a bit offbeat, very Morioh-local - maybe a small outdoor space near the coast or a garden near the town where you first really connected, with a few friends, some family, and the kind of décor that looks like Pinterest ideas filtered through Yasuho’s scatterbrained charm. String lights, mismatched but pretty flowers, pastel accents, and tiny personal details from your relationship end up everywhere.

- She puts a lot of thought into symbolism. There might be little photo charms tucked into your bouquet or pinned inside her dress, references to places you’ve been together, or even simple, hand-drawn symbols she doodled in her notes for months - things that quietly say “this is our story.”

- Yasuho goes for something soft and romantic: pastel tones, flowing fabric, hair done in a way that still feels like her (clips, ribbons, maybe small floral pieces woven in). She wants to look beautiful, but also like the same girl who tripped over her own feet running to help someone on the shore.

- She is visibly emotional from the beginning. She laughs too loud when she’s nervous, wipes at her eyes constantly, and keeps glancing at you as if to confirm you are actually there and this is really happening. If you tear up, she basically loses it in the best way - half crying, half giggling as she squeezes your hands.

- Her vows are messy, rambling, and perfect. She jumps from memories to feelings to oddly specific details (“the way you hold your phone when you’re thinking,” “how you never made me feel stupid for being scared”), but the core is clear - you turned her from a lonely, confused girl into someone who believes she deserves love. When she says she wants to keep choosing you, every day, it comes from a place that has seen real hurt.

- If Paisley Park is involved at all, it shows up in sweet, subtle ways - a screen in the background quietly cycling through photos of your shared memories, a phone notification popping up at the perfect emotional beat, little “coincidences” that make the day go suspiciously smoothly. It’s like the universe itself is gently guiding the whole ceremony along.

- Once the formal part is over, she relaxes into pure happiness. The reception feels more like a cozy hangout than a stiff party - music you both love, silly photos, her dragging you into dances even if you are shy, and her clinging to your arm whenever people come up to congratulate you.

- In private, later that night, she goes quiet in that way she does when something hits her deeply. She traces the ring on your finger, confesses that younger her never thought she’d have this, and tells you that no matter what weirdness Morioh throws at you next, she is not going anywhere. You are her home now, and she intends to keep choosing you the way she once chose to dive headfirst into danger - only this time, it is for a future you are building together.

★JoBro Sleep Headcanons★

☆Synopsis: How it is to sleep (literally) with the Jobros

☆TW: might be ooc, but y'know what? I don't care, more fun for me

☆Genre: fluff

☆A/N: Shhhhhh... I know... it's been a minute, but I'm back!!!!😋😋😋

Heyyy

Could I request kissing headcanons for Rohan, Giorno and any other JoJo characters of your choice?

Thank youuu 🫶

tysm for the ask, and i hope i did your request justice TT !!

℘ rohan

although he can be quite particular with his affections, rohan’s very much a sweet kisser. when he kisses you, it’s intentional and almost gentle in a way — studying your expression down to every last detail like he’s committing it all to memory — the slight hitch of your breath, the way your soft lips part and how your eyes flutter closed as he leans in. you’re his favourite muse.

he takes his time with his kisses, slow and deliberate and almost exploratory as though he’s trying to understand you better. he might mutter something about you being ‘greedy’ if you try to deepen the kiss, but you’ll never catch him pulling away — because secretly he was hoping you would so he could explore more of you.

aside from your lips, he loves to kiss your shoulders — especially when he has you on his lap while he draws his newest manga or some rough sketches. the way his lips glide across your skin mimic that of a paintbrush, and it’s comforting for both of you.

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If only you could see yourself through my eyes

𝆹𝅥 Romantic drabble

𝆹𝅥 Ceasar King, Pulchra Fellini, Lighter Lorenz, Hoshimi Miyabi, Asaba Haramusa, Seth Lowell, Jane Doe (ZENLESS ZONE ZERO)

𝆹𝅥 What makes obvious their crush on you

Ceasar King

The way she looks at you just to look away embarrased (over and over again). She can't help it but sometimes daydream about her romantic and cheesy stories, and everytime you are in those imaginary scenarios, smiling as beautifuly as ever at her and she subconciously end up looking at you, hoping that it was true, just to look away all embarrased when she catches herself thinking about those embarrasing things (hopefuly you didn't caught her staring at you)

Pulchra Fellini

The way she constantly lingers close to you. As a mercenary Pulchra grow used to always stay at the side that would bring her more benefits and results, she normally isn't carried away by her feelings and thats why seeing her just linger around you it is quite surprising, you won't notice it unless you pay close attention but once you do it becomes a bit obvious the interest she has for you

Lighter Lorenz

The way he is more expressive around you. Its not that Lighter is specially reserved but he is not exactly extrovert, still whenever he is around you you can notice him being slighly more expressive and is not even that hard to notice, specially by the way his body is almost always turned to your side or even shielding you, and when is only you two he talks a little more because he wants to talk with you more

Hoshimi Miyabi

The way she keep telling you an inviting you to her trainings. She holds all kind of diferent trainings, it isn't really something new and she doesn't has much troubles with talking about them or inviting other to her trainings, but the way she keeps telling you in every chance she has about her trainings and how some of the trainings are even made with the expectatives that you two could do it together (or directly are trainings related to you) it gives her away slowly

Asaba Haramusa

The subtle way he leans on you. Haramusa isn't the most discreet with his feelings because he doesn't pretened to hide them much, is not a secret how much he pretends to be sick to just be lazy and the way he leans over you to give an special dramatic effect it gives him away with his feelings the longer he does it, and not only that but whenever you talk he tents to lean a little closer too, and yet what is the most obvious hint is that he does lean on you when he truly feels sick and weak

Seth Lowell

The way he is always making sure you are alright. Seth is someone really responsible and honorable, he always does his best and works as hard as he can and even if he can push himself to the limits at times he is constantly worrying over you, casually asking you almost everyday how are you doing and if everything is going alright, wanting to make sure you aren't having troubles nor neglecting yourself, more than overprotective he is gently caring and craving to be at your side

Jane Doe

The way she is more sincere with you. She lives from lies, her whole work revolves around having to lie to everyone to get the information she needs, and yet she finds herself being a little more sincere with you, she still keep secrets and act misterious for the sake of her work but Jane is slowly opening and talking about her true self to you, opening her heart little by little

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from the start ୨ৎ C. ZEPPELI ꒰ childhood enemies to lovers! ꒱

caesar zeppeli would've never even so much as looked at your direction if your mothers didn't get along. and truthfully, neither would you.

your mothers had been attatched to the hip since middle school, so when both of you were old enough for school, it wasn’t even a discussion. same elementary, same class.

at first, you were excited to get a new friend. his golden hair is what attracted you to him. so at the first day of elementary, you ran to sit down next to him. (you keep cursing your younger self for that to this day).

due to you sitting next to eachother, the teacher paired you up for a group project. the memory of it has stayed engraved in your mind til today. 'present your favourite animal'. a seemingly innocent, fun project to work on with your seven-year-old friend. who knew it would turn into such a bloodbath.

in the begining, everything was normal. you decided to present a tiger, and you excitedly started sketching it. during your sketch, you were reciting some interesting facts about tigers that you had found in that particularly heavy encyclopedia you had forced your mother to buy you for christmas. you even erased and redrew the face three times because it 'didn’t look right,' which should’ve been the first sign you were far more invested in this than necessary.

as soon as you finished your drawing, all giddy and red-cheeked, you raised your head to look at caesar. only to find out that he had been paying zero attention to you this whole time. he was talking to the girl with big blue eyes on the desk behind you, laughing with her and drawing silly hearts on her notebook.

and not only that, but when you got up to present your drawings, he took all the credit for it. and there was nothing in this godforsaken world that you hated more than cheaters.

truth is, caesar never truly understood why you started hating him, but his elementary brain did the math for him and reached to the conclusion that the only reasonable responce was for him to hate you back.

it started innocently, if one could describe it like that. you hid his favourite coloring markers. at first, he didn't seem to mind. but later that day, he 'accidentally' knocked over your chair during class, which turned into you 'accidentally' tripping him the next morning during recess.

there was an incident involving a water bucket, one involving chalk dust, and one particularly memorable afternoon where both of you ended up in the principal’s office, covered in dirt and refusing to explain anything.

then came middle school. your neatly writen notes got replaced by blank pages, his presentation hidden under among a big stack of papers, gum stuck in your hair.

by the end of high school caesar had grown into a very handsome young man and that somehow irritated you even more. but as it seemed, he had no time for banter. no time to even spare you a glance. all your fighting and snarky remarks came to an abrupt end, as caesar had finally found something he was better at than fighting with you: getting girls. and apparently, he preferred that.

the years passed and you now spend your time with joseph, trying to find someone who knows about your strange, newfound power. hamon, they called it.

they told you to meet someone. when you both asked who, they answered it would be obvious when you reached the central fountain.

and oh, boy, wasn't it obvious.

the moment you reached the meeting spot, you knew you weren't getting out of this unscathed. some things just don’t fade, no matter how much time passes or how thoroughly you pretend they have. and it turns out, it’s particularly hard to forget a pair of eyes you spent years trying not to look at.

"well, this is inconvenient," the man had just said, his tone signifying this was nothing other than some unfortunate coincidence. you didn't find it in you to disagree.

caesar is now leading you to his so-called 'mentor', someone who could help you and joseph polish your powers and become capable of overcoming possible threats.

"so," joseph started, his voice slightly hushed as caesar walked a few steps ahead of you two, "do you owe him money or somethin'?"

you turn your head just enough to give him a flat look. "how did you come to that conclusion?"

the muscular man shruggs his shoulders. "i don't know. he's got that look..."

you scoff and look forward again, the early summer breeze flowing through your hair like the tender hands of a lover. "he sure does."

caesar stops in his tracks and as soon as you and joseph catch up to him, he stretches his hand towards the canal. and you see her. a tall woman with silky brown hair and porcelain skin. she turns around and removes her sunglasses, revealing a pair of gentle eyes in the color of pure diamonds.

she observes you and joseph for a moment that feels awfully long. "are you sure?" her question is obviously targeted to caesar, although she is still examining you.

"yes, lisa lisa. they are both users."

a small huff escapes her lips and she places her sunglasses back onto her nosebridge. "good."

that woman was not as gentle as you thought she would be.

your fingers almost lose their grip on the stone tower for the nth time. your etire body is shaking, tension blooming through you with every single move you make, settling at your stomach and making the entire process even harder.

joseph and caesar are a few meters above you, but they seem just as frail.

suddenly, you felt your fighting spirit from all those years ago come back. failure is not an option. not when he's watching. you concentrate your power to the tips of your fingers, the energy shift giving you a moment to breathe.

but you get too comfortable. your foot slips and you completely lose balance, the energy in your hands fading as soon as your breath becomes irregular.

the tower stretches above you and the huge masses of oil just a few meters beneath rush up to meet you. you have to start all over again because of a stupid misstep.

but your descent stops abruptly, leaving you suspended for a single, disorienting moment before you realized that you are floating on an... abnormally large bubble?

you look up and see none other than caesar. he's gritting his teeth and taking deep breaths, trying to focus his power both at climbing up the tower and at saving you. but he's failing.

the man slolwy starts slipping down the tower and the bubble he created to keep you from falling suddenly pops. thankfully, you were close enough to latch onto the tower just in time.

"focus," he warns, his voice tired and hoarse, "or next time i won't bother."

you blink in surprise. how was he able to pull this off? and most importantly, why would he risk his own life just for you not to get injured?

you keep steady for the rest of the climb, pulling yourself over the edge with a pounding heart as soon as you reach the top. for a moment, you just stayed there, breathing hard against the cool stone, focusing on not collapsing in a completely undignified way.

joseph hauls himself up not long after, groaning dramatically as he rolls onto his back. "that," he says to no one in particular, "was completely unreasonable."

a few steps away, caesar is standing casually and annoyingly composed next to lisa lisa like he didn't just climb the same death trap you did.

you push yourself up, steadying your breathing, fully prepared to ignore him. as if he'd ever let that hapen.

"you're slower than i remember" he comments, confidently walking towards you.

"and you talk a lot more than i remember" you dust yourself off, as if the motion would restore some of your lost dignity.

he snorts and crosses his arms over his wide chest. "you actually didn't fall back there. shame. i would've loved to seee that." a stubborn, all-too-familiar smirk hangs from his lips.

you frown. "well, you only have yourself to blame for that. you were the one who caught me" you insist, strands of sarcasm lacing your words.

caesar purses his lips and looks around, looking almost nervous. just when he was about to turn around and leave you be, you clear your throat.

"...but thanks anyway."

the man stops in his tracks, his back still facing you. you swear you can see the tips of his ears blooming red just before he dips his head to let out a chuckle.

"be careful next time. i'd rather you not take another ten years off my life any time soon." his words are similar to back then, but his tone has changed. it has become softer in a way, polished.

is he holding back? or is he mocking you?

it doesn't matter. either way, you now have all the time in the world to find out the answer to that question, regardless of what that may be and how it makes you feel deep inside.

a/n: this is based on THIS request. hope you enjoyed it! (>ω<)

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Hello, could I ask for crush head canons with Caesar? Reader is another one of Lisa’s students and he’s just down bad for them?

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑:

𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑 𝐀. 𝐙𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓:

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑, 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑 𝐀. 𝐙𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐈

✦ | Down bad Caesar is subtle at first.

Not because he isn’t dramatic — he is — but because he doesn’t mean to fall for you. It just… happens. Somewhere between sunrise training sessions and bruised knuckles pressed together while you both catch your breath.

✦ | He notices your breathing patterns before he notices your smile.

As a Hamon user, rhythm is everything. He can tell when you’re tired before you say it. When you’re frustrated because your inhale stutters half a second too short. When you’re trying to act unaffected but your chest rises just a little faster when he stands too close.

And once he starts paying attention?

He cannot stop.

✦ | He positions himself near you unconsciously.

During lectures.

During meals.

When Lisa Lisa assigns partners.

It’s never obvious enough to call out. But if someone else takes that spot beside you, his mood dips for the rest of the hour.

✦ | He flirts like it’s second nature — but with you, it shifts.

With others, it’s playful. Polished. A performance.

With you, there are pauses.

Moments where he searches your face after he says something bold, as if he genuinely cares what you think.

✦ | If you laugh at one of his jokes, he will replay that sound in his head all day.

He’ll train harder. Stand straighter. Pretend he isn’t hoping to hear it again.

✦ | He absolutely gets competitive over you — but not in a cruel way.

If another student compliments your Hamon control, Caesar is suddenly demonstrating something more advanced.

If someone spars with you and pushes you too hard, Caesar insists on being your next partner.

Not because he doubts you.

Because he wants to be the one you rely on.

✦ | He’s touchy — but carefully so.

A hand at your waist to steady you on the oil pillar.

Fingers brushing yours when passing a water canteen.

Knuckles tapping your shoulder after training.

Every touch lingers a fraction too long.

✦ | When you get hurt, everything changes.

His teasing vanishes.

His expression hardens.

He kneels in front of you, hands glowing gold with Hamon, and channels warmth into your skin with terrifying precision.

He doesn’t joke.

Doesn’t flirt.

Just breathes with you until the pain eases.

And if you thank him?

He looks away.

✦ | He’s terrified of losing you.

He’s already lost family to this fight. Already carries the weight of legacy on his shoulders. The idea of you stepping into that same danger knots something ugly in his chest.

So he trains with you relentlessly.

Corrects your stance.

Pushes your endurance.

Not to be harsh.

But because if you’re going to stand beside him —

you need to survive.

✦ | He practices kissing your hand in his head before ever doing it.

He tells himself it would be effortless. Natural.

But the first time he actually lifts your knuckles to his lips, his breath falters — and the Hamon spark between you is visible.

You feel it.

He knows you feel it.

He pretends that was intentional.

✦ | If you ever confide in him — something quiet, something vulnerable — he treasures it more than any victory.

He becomes softer with you afterward.

More protective.

Less theatrical.

You become the one person he doesn’t perform for.

✦ | He absolutely loses sleep if you’re upset with him.

Will replay the conversation over and over.

Will show up the next morning pretending everything is fine — but his eyes will search yours for forgiveness.

✦ | When he realizes he’s in love with you, it hits him all at once.

Not during a fight.

Not during a dramatic moment.

But during something small.

You’re sitting beside him after training, shoulders touching, sharing quiet breath as the sun sets.

And he realizes he doesn’t want applause.

Doesn’t want glory.

Doesn’t want to impress you anymore.

He just wants to stay here.

✦ | He would choose you.

Over pride.

Over rivalry.

Over the image he tries so hard to maintain.

And that terrifies him — because loving you means you are now the most fragile thing in his world.

✦ | But despite that fear?

He doesn’t pull away.

He stands closer.

Lets his fingers intertwine with yours.

Lets his forehead rest against yours after long days.

And when he says your name — softly, without teasing —

it sounds like a promise carried on breath.

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