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This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

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brayneworms · 7 months

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love you (just a little too much) | jolyne cujoh

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, smut, praise kink, cheating (jolyne cheats on her boyfriend with reader lol), reader is kind of scummy, obsession, childhood friends, mentions of drinking, gender-neutral reader, implied unrequited love, sub!jolyne + dom!reader, oral sex (f!recieving), pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, princess—all used on jolyne)

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

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Contrary to popular belief, Jolyne doesn't mind people knowing she's soft.

The others—particularly the ones she met at the prison, like Ermes and Anasui—think that she tries very hard to maintain a tough reputation, that she puts effort into her hard-as-nails routine that scares off the bad guys. And that's not to say it doesn't, but most people tend to assume that this means she spurns being seen as soft, or compassionate, or even girlish.

But you know better.

I mean, obviously you do. You've been at her side since you were both six years old, meeting on the playground of your relatively shitty elementary school. You remember burning asphalt painted with volleyball-court lines, arches cracked with flecks of black stone. You know every part of her, even the parts she maybe wishes you didn't.

And you've been in love with her for far longer. Longer than that waste of oxygen Romeo, longer than Anasui or Ermes. They can make all the assumptions they want, but you know the truth. Jolyne is soft. And she is sweet, and thoughtful, and loyal, and you know there is nothing she loves more than being reminded of it.

You remember the first time you watched her do her own makeup when you were thirteen years old. Sat in her bedroom, the teal walls and pink carpet, and you were too young and lacked too much taste to feel the nausea that the colours would later induce as your eyes grew more sensitive. You sat cross-legged on her bed as Mariah Carey blasted out from the stereo, watching Jolyne's reflection in the mirror. Her big emerald eyes outlined in messy dark liner, lips outlined in green.

Messy, but she liked it. And she whirled around, brandishing a tube you had no name for.

"Nah," you said flatly. "No way."

"It's just mascara, dummy," Jolyne sighed. "It'll make you look pretty."

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

"That's 'cause you are, dipshit." You pressed your spine flat against the wall, and as you watched, the skin of her cheeked flushed, soft baby-pink.

"You think?" she whispered, looking shyer than you'd ever seen her, and you felt your heart do something funny.

"Yeah. I mean, don't be weird about it." You bit the inside of your cheek. "Jolyne, you're gorgeous."

She made a strangled, squawking sort of noise and chucked the tube of mascara at you. It bounced off your head as you threw your body to the side to avoid it, and when you looked at her in disbelief, her face was scarlet and blotchy.

"You can't just say things like that," she whined, burying her face in her hands. "Although, feel free to say it again, I guess—"

"Idiot." Your own face burned. "You are not doing my makeup."

That was the start of it, you guess.

The start of looking at her differently, of watching her out of the corner of her eye; putting up her hair into a ponytail, applying lip balm with a careful pinky finger. You've been freinds for so long that you're comfortable changing in front of each other (you used to share baths, for fuck's sake), and suddenly you're seventeen and she's stripping off her shirt right in front of you and it's not innocent anymore. It's something else.

Of course, you're not the only one to notice. The way she sort of... glows when she enters a room. Other people do, and that dipshit Romeo with barely two braincells to rub together between the steroids and the peroxide, he managed to catch her eye. This hulking, seething jock who looked at you like you were a piece of shit under his shoe, who called you weirdo behind Jolyne's back (because he knew he'd catch a fist to the face if he ever did it in front of her).

"I know you want to fuck her," he growled one afternoon, after school, senior year. He crowded you against the wall of the locker room whilst you both waited for Jolyne to change out of her volleyball uniform inside.

"You don't even know what you don't know, you fucking prick," you snarled, staring right up into his eyes. Narrow pupils and bloodshot in the sclera.

"I've seen the way you look at her," he whispered. "You're obsessed with her. And I'm warning you, back off."

"Yeah, big boy?" A smile that was almost hysterical tugged at your lips. "Except you don't really want that. 'Cause you know if I left, she'd go right along with me without even looking at you. You're nothing, and you'll be gone soon, and I'll still be here."

Romeo laughed. "You're fuckin' crazy," he said wonderingly. "Are all Jo's friends this insane?"

"No. Not all of them," you said quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty insane. And you're going to ruin her life. I can fucking feel it. One day you're going to ruin her whole life, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Romeoooo~" The singing voice soared over the thick tension. The two of you barely had time to step apart before Jolyne came sauntering out the locker room, her face alight in a pleased flush. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she squealed delightedly. "You stayed!"

"I told you I would, dipshit," you said fondly, grinning as she launched at you and pressed a green kiss to your cheek. Over her shoulder, Romeo glowered.

"Wasn't I amazing?" she said cheerily, linking hands with her boyfriend and swinging their joined arms. Her eyes practically sparkled as she stared up at him, lips stretched in a perfect smile.

After a moment, he grunted. "Yeah, babe. Exceptional as always. That's my Jo for you, huh?" A kiss to her temple, and Jolyne squirmed delightedly.

Strictly speaking, you guess—you ruined Romeo's life before he could ruin hers. Not that he knows it. Oh, you want him to know. You want to throw the evidence in his face and make him seethe, all the while knowing there's not a fucking thing he can do about it.

It happens on Jolyne's nineteenth birthday. You hadn't seen much of her in the day, unfortunately—you'd gone for breakfast, which was tradition for the both of you. You drove her to Denny's and your plates were loaded with pancakes, bacon and syrup, drooling sticky piles of sugar that you scooped up eagerly, talking enthusiastically between bites. She was spending most of the day with Romeo—gag—but you'd see her at the party later.

It takes place at your house, actually. Jolyne's mom won't stand for that kind of stuff, and she's gracefully turning the other cheek to the underage drinking because she adores Jolyne. Her dad had sent a card that arrvied two days early, the inscription typically blunt:

Jolyne, Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn't be there. Be responsible and have a good day. Best, Dad.

"Best, Dad," she snorts derisively, tossing the thing dramatically over her shoulder. But she doesn't trash it. She never trashes the stuff from Jotaro. She keeps it all in a silver box under her bed like a shameful secret, and she reads them when she wants to cry but can't get the tears out. "What an asshole."

She goes home for a bit to get ready, and you prep the house for the party. By the time she comes back, hand-in-hand with Romeo, the place is already crowded. Projections of shapes and colours glide lazily over the walls, filming the bassy music that thumps through the mortar.

She looks fucking angelic, weaving her way through the crowds; she gives an excited little skip when she spots you slouched against the wall, halfheartedly entertaining some drunk guy. Jolyne rushes up to you, clasping your hands excitedly in hers.

"This is amazing!" she gushes. "It's all so amazing! Don't you think, Romeo?"

He barely grunts in reply. "Where's the booze?"

Jolyne's smile falters; something hard sets in her jade eyes, the kind of look that has your mouth suddenly dry. "Eh? Why are you being rude?" Her shoulders square, knots of hard muscle. "Y/n put this whole party together for me! This is their house!"

"Yeah, Romeo." An oily smirk slips over your face, unseen to Jolyne. A vein twitches in his temple over his lusterless eyes. "This is my house. How 'bout a little thank you?"

A spasm crosses his ugly face. "Fuck this," he growls, and Jolyne's jaw drops. "I'm sick of this creep trying to make me look bad in front of you. Jo, I'm leaving. Are you coming, or what?"

"You're joking." Jolyne's eyes are round and hard; an angry blush is starting to bleed across her cheekbones. "It's my birthday, Romeo."

"We'll do something," he presses, picking up her small hands hamfistedly; you bite the inside of your cheek at the touch, wondering if he even noticed the nails she got done especially for today, whether he even cared. "C'mon, Jo, I'll take you to dinner. That Italian place."

Jolyne's face screws up. "I don't like Italian food," she says, which is true. She doesn't like cheese or tomatoes much. Her favourite food is dark chocolate, actually, but if you're talking dinner than Thai food is a safe bet. She likes to make out that she can handle more spice than she actually can.

Romeo grows visibly frustrated; you slouch back against the wall, barely blinking, trying to bite back a smirk. "Anything, then. C'mon, Jo, I can't—I won't leave you here with this creep. Can't you see? Can't you fucking see how obsessed they are with you? It's fucking freaky!"

"Get out!" Jolyne screams. "You horrible pig. How dare you talk about them like that?!"

"You're so dumb you can't even see it!" Romeo yells, his voice starting to rise up over the music. Eyes shift, people turn; you can't have that. As much as you enjoy seeing Romeo squirm, this is Jolyne's day, and you won't let some roid-chomping ape ruin it. You slide between them, setting a hand on Romeo's chest and shoving him back—not violently, not really, you can't have Jolyne thinking you're as bad as him—just enough to make some space to breathe.

You're so close to Jolyne, her shoulder touches your back. You can feel her breathing raggedly, taut with fury.

"That's enough," you say, looking Romeo dead in the eye. "I know we don't exactly get along, Romeo, but I was willing to put that aside for Jolyne on her birthday. I'm sorry you weren't."

Romeo's face flushes slowly with purple colour. "You fucking—you—"

"Romeo," Jolyne says harshly. "Leave. I don't want you here."

His jaw clenches. "Fine! Fine. See if I fucking care." He spins on his heel and storms out, and you physically feel the tension in the air thin as the front door slams behind him.

You turn around immediately as everyone else awkwardly buries themselves in cups and conversations again. Jolyne's arms are wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. Genuine sorrow twangs deep inside you—you wonder, hardly for the first time, whether you would be this instigatory if she was with someone who actually deserved her.

A smaller, bitter part of you that you usually try to ignore insists that nobody really deserves her. Not even you. But you'll try your best.

"Hey," you murmur. "You okay?"

"H-how can he be so mean?" Her eyes are big and luminous as she turns them to you, shining with tears. Something deep inside you dies at the sight—Jolyne is rare with her tears. More often her intense emotions manifest as anger. You swallow, glancing around.

"Okay. Come on, let's get out of here," you mutter. You lead her through the crowded hallway and up the stairs, heading for your own room. The music becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you, blaring softly through the floorboards like you've dipped your head underwater. Jolyne sniffles, her eyes already drying; she knuckles at them dispassionately, smearing her carefully-applied eye makeup.

"What a mess... I ruined it all," she says, flopping down on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid, dipshit," you say fiercely. "It's your thickhead boyfriend. God, I can't stand him."

"I know." Jolyne picks miserably at her nails. "Maybe he's not... as perfect as I thought he was. But I love him. I mean, I think I love him? Just not when he's like this."

"He's like this all the time," you deadpan, and Jolyne's lip quivers. You sigh, melting down to sit next to her on the bed.

"I don't know what to do," she sighs. "I thought everything was so perfect, and now..."

"Jolyne." Always her full name. You never presume to shorten it, to chip off even one perfect syllable. Every time Romeo calls her Jo, you feel your bones grate together. Like he can't even be bothered to remember who she is. There are thousands of Jo's. There's only one Jolyne. "You deserve so much better than him."

Her throat flexes when she swallows, glancing up at you between the wisps of her green bangs.

It's funny—you know Jolyne inside and out. Every molecule. And yet you still don't see it coming.

Her lips press against yours for the briefest moment, shy and tentative and they taste like aloe vera. You freeze up completely in shock, not even having the werewithal to blink, and Jolyne rockets back, blushing madly.

She waves her hands frantically. "I—hang on! I'm sorry! I shouldn't... I didn't mean to..." Her voice gears up for a wail. "I'm ruining everythinggg!"

"Jolyne!" You clamp your hands upon her shoulders, your pulse thundering in your ears. "C-calm down. It's okay. You haven't—you haven't ruined anything."

Jolyne's brows draw tight together. "I can't betray Romeo," she says, twiddling her fingers. "But I... I'm so fuckin' sick of feeling like... he never compliments me! Never! And tonight, it was my fucking birthday and he just blew me off! What a pig! I'm so sick of him sometimes, I just want to—to—"

Her soft, cold hands land on your face and she kisses you again, harder this time, with intent, and you feel every cell in your body come alive. You hardly believe it's real, but this time you're not going to waste even a nanosecond not concentrating. Your eyes slip closed and your hands move, dropping from her shoulders; one slides down her arms until it wraps around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her soft, toned body press flush against you. The other cups the back of her neck, cradling her like she's something precious. She is, of course. She's the most precious thing in the whole world.

It's overwhelming; it's everything you've dreamed of for the last six years or so, and even as it's happening it barely feels real. You feel the urgent need to make the most of it before you snap out of this dream, or Jolyne reverts back from the delirium that's cleared seized her. It's your chance, after all—to finally show her what someone like Romeo could never give her.

Your left hand slips unde the hem of her shirt, fanning out over the warm skin beneath, and Jolyne shudders. She pulls back from your lip momentarily, her eyes searching yours so intensely that your heart lurches.

"Isn't this wrong?" she whispers, as though she's truly conflicted.

Your free hand brushes a lock of her from her face. "Does it feel wrong?"

There's a moment of hesitation—you can see her conjure Romeo's face in her mind—and then she shakes her head. "It should feel wrong," she mutters, and your thumb strokes soothingly over the small of her back.

"Jolyne," you murmur, and you watch in shivering euphoria as her body shudders as your voice slips into something lower, rolling over the both of you like hot honey. "Lemme take care of you, okay?"

A painful dark blush melts over Jolyne's pretty cheeks. "This won't ruin anything, will it?" She keeps you pinned for now, not letting you carry on. So bold, your Jolyne. People like Romeo want to stamp it out of her. You can't even imagine it. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Jolyne," you groan. "Don't say stuff like that right now."

"Eh? Why?!" Her expression twists. "I'm just trying to make sure—"

"You're kind of having an effect, princess," you grit out. Jolyne stops short, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments.

"Ha! Am I really?" she gushes, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see!"

"Wh—no!" You swat at her hands, cheeks burning. "Cut it out, dipshit. You'll..." You pause, weighing your words. "You'll see soon enough, anyway."

The smile slips off of Jolyne's face, replaced by nervous anticipation. Your heart beats at the speed of sound, jackrabbiting against your ribcage.

You shake your head, scrub a hand down your face. "Lay down, okay? I said I would take care of you, and I mean it." There's a spot of hesitation on her face before she cautiously scrambles up against the headboard, peering down at you sat at the foot of the bed. You strip off your shoes quickly before clambering on over her, fitting your legs neatly over her waist.

She bites her lip. "Y-you really wanna..."

In answer, you lean forward and tuck your face against her neck, breathing in her perfume. She shivers as you nose at the delicate skin, finally putting your lips on it like you've dreamed of doing, and she's just as receptive as you've always thought she might be, letting out a squeak before her head tilts up, baring her throat to you.

"So cute," you whisper, running your hands up her sides. She's small, but so toned—she works out a lot, and it's a unique kind of torture seeing her in gym clothes, all sweaty with her hair pinned up, heading for the shower. "God, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I—I do?" Her breath is caught, trapped. Her hands push under your clothes and skim over the flesh there, cool and clammy, and you shudder so violently that you inadvertently press yourself against her.

"You have no idea." You mouth at her neck almost frantically, sucking skin between your teeth, laving with your tongue, pinching lightly with your teeth before moving onto the next; dotting lines down her neck, collarbones, putting your teeth over the jut of bone and sucking. Jolyne moans, high and shivery, and the sound makes liquid lightning rush to the place between your thighs.

You curse your own impatience, too hurried to savour her like you really want. You reason that you'll have time, after, later, some indeterminable point in the future as you reach down and hike up her shirt, over her head, flinging it to some distant point in the room. Jolyne stares up at you, unabashed; why would she be? You know every inch of each other's bodies already. You smooth a palm from her sternum to the waistline of her jeans, through the valley between her breasts, and Jolyne groans, eyes fluttering shut. You can see the smokey green makeup painted over her lids, the clumps of mascara caught in the delicate lashes.

The flesh beneath your hand is soft, warm muscle. You happily think that she could break you apart if she wanted—but that's the really incredible thing about your Jolyne. She doesn't. She is capable of great violence, but it's never what she wants to do.

She's so, so special.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh; your pupils are probably heart-shaped by this point. "Oh, god—princess, you have no idea how bad I want you."

Jolyne shudders, pushing her hips up against you and you nearly choke. "Show me," she grunts, a challenge in her eyes. "Show me—please."

"'Course, pretty girl," you murmur, watching the flush climbs down her chest. "Anything for you."

Your hands move to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before you drag them down her thighs. Jolyne perks up and helps you shed them, and they too disappear into the nameless void, where everything but Jolyne ceases to matter even an iota.

Next goes her underwear; she wears boxers a lot, and today is no exception. Emerald-green briefs that you drag down her legs so clumsily that they end up dangling from one ankle. Jolyne sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, face lit up bright red as she watches you knead the flesh on her knees, her thighs. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable—but you can't even think of touching yourself. This isn't about you.

It's all about her.

You push her thighs apart, gently, and only now does some tension coil up in Jolyne's stomach, her breath shaking.

"It's okay," you remind her softly, and press soft kisses to her right knee. "It's me, yeah? You have nothing in the world to hide from me."

Jolyne's whole expression seems to melt into something dreamy, like she's home, and you could weep. A soft smile plucks at her mouth.

"You're right," she says, swallowing hard.

"'Course I am, pretty girl," you say lazily, skimming your lips against her inner thigh, a hint of teeth just to hear her gasp. "'Cause I know you, yeah? Better than anyone."

"Y-yeah," Jolyne whimpers, and your eyes practically roll back into your head at how wrecked she sounds already.

You prop your face on her inner thigh, gazing up at her dreamily. "Want me to make you feel good, angel?"

"W-well, obviously," she grunts, squirming her hips. You use your free hand to pin her down.

"Say it," you can't help but poke, watching as her blush darkens. "Say, I want you to make me feel good."

Jolyne glowers. "Eh... you're the worst kind of pervert, aren't you? How didn't I guess..." She throws an arm over her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good. Dummy."

Something intense and hot rolls over you as the words leave her mouth, and without another moment of hesitation you grab her leg, wrapping your fingers around one slim ankle and pulling it up so it bends. "Can you hold that there for me?"

Wide eyed and mouth agape, Jolyene reaches for her own leg to hold up, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

"What a good girl," you murmur, and Jolyne squeaks again; her fingers dig into the fat of her own leg, and she stares at you like she's hardly seen you before. There's something gratifying in that disbelief; proof that you're not the awkward thirteen-year-old you've feared she's always seen as you as. You're her equal, her soulmate, and you're both all grown up, now.

Some more than others.

You press your lips to her cunt and she moans, fingers scrabbling desperately to retain a hold of her leg. There's a soft dark thatch of hair that tickles just slightly as you shuffle down between her legs, using your fingers to spread her open. She's wet, and your mouth fills with saliva as you dive in, burying your head between her thighs. With her free hand, you hear her clap her fingers over her mouth to stifle the shriek she lets out at the contact.

The moment your tongue makes contact you know you're lost. Your eyes slide shut as your mouth works at her, feeling her hands slide into your hair and grip, hard, hard enough to remember that it's real. And that notion sends a whole new delirium rushing through you, until you feel literally high, drunk on Jolyne, your perfect girl and her perfect body. She tastes so good, practically addictive, and when her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head you think there would be no better way to die in the world.

She's saying something—choked, hoarse gasps of your name. You pop off her clit with a lingering suck, gazing up at her with a smile you can't quite remember to dial back. Jolyne's pupils are blown wide and dark, barely a ring of green surrounding them.

"It—it's so..." She squirms. "Please keep going."

"No worries on that front, angel," you murmur, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her even closer. "I'm gonna make you come for me, yeah?"

A hard shudder wracks her body. She never—it's so strange to hear such filth spill from your lips so easily. You're barely comparable to the friend she's known almost her whole life.

And yet—you are. This could be nobody but you. She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.

You dive back between her legs with unparalleled vigour, and Jolyne's head spins frantically. She's never felt anything like this. Romeo went down on her once in a blue moon, and before that had only been awkward teenage fumblings, sticky and awkward, never this—this worship. It's honestly the best word she can come up with for it. You look like if someone tried to pry you away from her right now you'd kill them without a thought.

The thought shouldn't make her shiver in pleased delight—and yet here we are.

Your tongue rolls over her clit, glides between her folds, presses in, and loops all over again until her hands are fisted in your hair and she's crying out against the muted blaring of the music.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, blinking hard to try and stay focused. "Gonna come, I'm gonna c-come—"

"I got you," you moan against her, the vibrations sending a whole new set of jitters up her spine. "My girl, my good girl, c'mon, give it to me, I need it, fuck, I need you to come for me—"

Your lips latch onto her clit and suck once, harshly, and Jolyne comes so hard she feels her body separate from herself. Seeing stars has always felt like a dumb expression, but she swears white rockets across her vision, tears it open to perfect clarity. Her thighs clamp down on your head, hips rocking up against you as she shudders and moans through it, and all the while you keep your fingers on her, stroking slow and soft until she twitches from overstimulation. Her foot kicks out on instinct, catching on your shoulder.

She comes back to herself when she hears you wince. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. You just roll your eyes fondly and tap her ankle away.

You flop against her as she attempts to pick her breath back up. She can feel her own release dripping down her thighs and she looks at you, unexpectedly shy. It's surreal, but—but even as reality sets in cold as stone, she cannot quite bring herself to feel guilty.

You press a lazy kiss to the size of her bared breast, making her flinch in surprise. "Heh. You animal."

"Yeah," you agree readily, your voice hoarse with want. "For you, yeah."

Jolyne's eyes flutter. She doesn't quite know what to say to that, to any of this. Instead she swallows, looks around to try and get her surroundings. Your bedroom is intimately familiar—the dark walls, the posters, the fishtank and blinds and assortment of blue stringlights and lamps. Your room has always kinda felt like being inside an aquarium.

A lump settles in her throat. She's grown up here. You both had.

And though she knows she should get dressed and find her phone, although she knows she should call Romeo and try to cover up the hickies dotted haphazardly all over her throat, she can't quite bring herself to do it. Any of it. Because you'd made her feel more loved in twenty minutes than Romeo had in months.

So she curls back up next to you, jamming her head aginst your heart. She feels your breath hitch at the contact and squirms delightedly.

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

"Shut up, dummy," she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. "I wanna sleep."

"...Okay, angel." Your voice is soft, soothing. "Anything for you."

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neeuqiakeht · 4 months

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Y/N: I can’t believe you’re proposing to me at a Waffle House.

Jolyne: So that’s a no?

Y/N: Its a yes.

#incorrect self insert quotes #y/n #self insert #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o #incorrect jojo quotes #incorrect jjba #jolyne cujoh #jolyne cujoh x reader #jolyne kujo #jolyne kujo x reader

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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Jolyne x Gender Netral Reader who adores cats. BTW could it be head cannons?

Jolyne with a reader who loves cats

notes - Hi anon!!! This idea is literally so cute omfggggg! Sorry this took a while, I've just been busy, and I cleared out some requests, so I'm feeling really good about writing again! Thanks for the request and I hope you're well <33

we love a girlboss on this blog

I think she would be a cat lover tbh

she never grew up with pets I don't think just because of how busy her parents always were, but she dreamed of having a pet one day

so when she found out that you had a cat, she needed to come over immediately

your cats LOVE her

and she loves them

there's a lot of house dates just so she can hang out with your cats LMFAO

and she sees how much you care for your cats and it's so cute to her <3

like it makes her love you even more somehow

she would buy your cats stuff too lolol

^ like she would come home with BAGS of cat toys and even little things to dress them up in

and she would of course cuddle and nap with them <3

she loves you and your cats so so much <3333

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3

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fiercewiings · 8 months

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hi, love! thanks for the follow and congrats on starting a writing blog!! i was wondering if i could request something just really soft and sweet with jolyne? just lots of physical affection and maybe some cuddles? whatever you come up with! thank you so much and congrats again! <3

morning sights / jolyne cujoh

♡ jolyne cujoh x reader

♡ word count: 371

tags: request, cuddles, silly little kisses

content warnings: none! just fluff <3

author’s note: hello friend!! thank you for the well wishes and request!! <3 I know this was message was from feb 2021, and I'm so sorry for the two year delay!! I wasn't inspired until recently </3

When your eyelids open, heavy with sleep, the first thing you see every morning is those striking emerald green eyes looking back at you. Jolyne always woke up first, and she seemed to enjoy watching you from the time the sun rises until it goes back down. even if it made you flustered or embarrassed, she would always reassure you that it’s because she just cares for you so much. she recently started intentionally added the word “love” into the mix too. it warmed your heart.

She caresses your cheek, basking in the soft sunlight that is hitting your shared bed.

“Your skin is so soft…” she starts, her voice raspy from sleep. “Makes me wanna pinch your cheeks.”

You give a light laugh in response. “Please don’t.” You say, smiling gently.

“And why not? I can’t appreciate my beautiful and perfect partner?” She pouts.

“You can,” you say, “but not with cheek pinching! You’re too strong for your own good. Must get it from your father.”

“Yeah, but you like my strength.” She quips back, giving you a wink.

God, she’s so cheesy.

And God, how you love it.

She pounces on you, pinning you back against the plush pillows of your bed. Your hands reach for her hair, stroking through the multi-colored locks. She smiles against your chest, kissing you there and slowly making her way up to your lips. Once she reaches them, she teases you, giving quick kisses and pulling back, refusing a full one. When you finally pull her into a proper kiss, you can feeling her grinning. A grin of mischief. She immediately makes her move, hands moving from your clavicle to quickly grab each cheek as she tightly pinches them!

“Arghhhh, no!” You yell out in fake defeat, groaning as you shove her away.

“I got you!” She exclaims back in victory.

This turns into a full-blown pillow fight, whacking each other jokingly until either gives in. As she presses chaste kisses to your cheek, you find her hand and bring her knuckles to your lips. Looking back into those eyes yet again, you two eventually secede into the comfort of the other’s arms and end up cuddling for the rest of the morning.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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As you wistfully stare at Jolyne’s childhood home through the passenger window of her car, you come to a very stark conclusion. “Jolyne, I’m gonna die.”

She turns the radio down, and you feel her palm come to rest on your thigh. “You’re not gonna die.”

"Your dad’s gonna kill me, and I’m gonna die.”

“My dad’s not gonna kill you.”

“Jolyne.”

You hide your head in your hands and she’s quick to move her hand to the back of your head, ruffling your hair. “Trust me, babe. My dad is not gonna kill you. You’re my first normal partner like, ever.”

She cringes thinking about her past partners and how they’d been completely off-putting in front of her parents. Like that one girl who called her mom a MILF at the dinner table or the guy who really tried to convince her dad to arm wrestle him (his insistence got old fast). Then there was that whole “rich dude trying to frame her for vehicular manslaughter” thing, and Romeo certainly wasn’t winning any brownie points in the parent department.

The bar is low, sure, but you’re amazing. The best partner she’s ever had, and Jolyne is eager to finally introduce you to her parents — no matter how convinced you are of your untimely demise.

“Babe,” she imitates your tone, leaning over the center console to bring her face closer to yours. “Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

You pull your head from your hands, and Jolyne fixes you with a gentle smile. “You won’t let your dad kill me?”

She pinches the plush of your cheek. “Nope.”

“And you promise chardonnay is your mom’s favorite?”

“I promise.”

With her reassurance, you finally huff, hand curling around the neck of the wine bottle that sits in your lap. “Okay, I think I’m ready now.”

At your words, Jolyne is quick to pull you close, smushing a dozen wet kisses across the expanse of your cheek. The last kiss, soft and saccharine, lands right on your lips. When she pulls away, her tone is honeyed as she assures you, “They’re gonna love you. I know it.”

And as you approach her parents’ door, bottle of wine in one hand and Jolyne’s in the other, you know everything is going to be alright, so long as Jolyne is by your side.

#jolyne cujoh x reader #jolyne x reader #jolyne imagine #jolyne cujoh imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #stone ocean x reader

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monkeydlesbian · 1 year

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always late

jolyne cujoh x fem!reader

wc: 826

warnings: some sexual references but otherwise pretty tame, femme reader!!!!

a/n: making my yearly appearance as a writer to be gay as hell 🧡🤍💗 anyways hope u guys enjoy <3 take care of yourselves!!

“Baby…” you hear from behind the door, choosing to ignore it so you can hopefully make it to your friends birthday dinner on time, “please let me in.”

You roll your eyes before carefully applying your lipstick, fighting the urge to laugh as you hear what you assume is the sound of your girlfriends forehead hitting the door repeatedly.

“If I do that we’ll never leave on time, Jojo.”

Your girlfriend Jolyne has this little… quirk. Every time you two have to get ready for a special event, without fail, Jolyne manages to get distracted. By you. Every single time. According to her, the sight of you in a dress does “indescribable things” to her and she can’t control herself, initiating things which makes you late almost every single time.

You hear a whine of your name from outside the door and you giggle, heading to the closet to grab the dress you’d picked out the night before. It’s a pretty chartreuse, a color you know would drive Jolyne absolutely mad had she seen you apply eyeshadow of the same color. You take off your casual clothes and slip into the dress, struggling to bring the zipper the entire way up your back.

Steeling yourself, you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you go to unlock your door. You sling it open, not surprised to see your girlfriend stumble halfway into the room and grip the doorway. Once she gains her footing, she looks up at you, runs her eyes down the length of your body, and grins.

“Oh, baby,” she croons, slowly getting on her feet and immediately her hands go to grip your hips, squeezing. “Look at you, holy shit!”

“Please zip me up,” you sigh as you roll your eyes, spinning around quickly and pointing your thumb at the zipper of your dress. You hear her groan at the view of your backside and you fight the urge to laugh at her, instead just shaking your head.

She moves your hair out of the way and brings her lips to your neck, her fingers running up the small of your back until she reaches the zipper. She stops there.

“Why didn’t you ask me earlier, hm?” She asks against your neck, the feeling of her lips on your skin making goosebumps spread across your body. She finally reaches for the zipper, zipping your dress up the rest of the way but moving her hands to your waist, pulling you against her and keeping you in place.

You glance over your shoulder, resting your head on her shoulder and giving her a look, “you know why, Jolyne.”

At your reply she laughs, squeezing your waist and kissing you on the cheek. You can’t help but laugh with her, turning around in her hold and placing your hands on her shoulders. You give her a soft kiss on the lips, one she immediately returns with a concerning but unsurprising amount of enthusiasm.

“God you’re so sexy,” she says against your lips, trailing them down your jaw and the length of your neck. You’re sure she’d have gone further if you hadn’t cradled her face in your hands, bringing her back up to your lips to kiss her again.

“And you’re insatiable,” you say, removing her arms from around your waist and walking back into your room to grab your heels and your bag. She follows you, of course, and sits on the bed as you put your heels on, her eyes never leaving your body.

“Impossible not to be when my girlfriend is the sexiest thing to ever walk the earth,” she says, the smirk on her lips audible. You give her a look again, standing up straight once your heels are on and making your way over to her on the bed.

Her hands instantly find your hips again and pull you into her lap. She ducks her head down to kiss at your neck again but you stop her, your palm landing flat on her forehead and bringing her head back up to look at her.

“You get one kiss,” you say, putting your hands on her shoulders again while she goes to rub up and down your thighs. She pouts and you shake your head with a smile, “one kiss, or else Ermes will whoop your ass for being late to her own birthday dinner.”

“And after…”

“After dinner you can have your way with me, I promise,” you say, rolling your eyes when she grins widely.

At that, she cranes her neck up and her lips meet yours. The kiss is sweet, not at all rough and heady like you’d thought it’d be considering the circumstances. Her hands move to the small of your back, sliding down to squeeze at your ass, and that’s when you decide to pull away.

Jolyne then smiles up at you sweetly, “you’re not walking after I’m done with you tonight.”

#shitty ass title SAWRRRYYY #i don’t think this will get notes but i’m chillen #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure imagine #jolyne cujoh imagine #jolyne kujo x reader #jolyne kujo imagine #jjba imagines #jolyne cujoh

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fanfictionatic · 1 year

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Headcanons for dating Jolyne as another prisoner

Part 14 of NanoWrimo Hell

-She probably met you during some kind of altercation where she had to stand up for you. That or you stood up for her.

-After that the two of you quickly become friends and Jolyne introduces you to the others.

-She will probably realize she likes you pretty quickly and start to flirt with you after that.

-She’ll be somewhat overt about it since she tends to fall head over heals for people. This will mean lots of compliments on your appearance and even some more suggestive things being thrown at you.

-Since you feel the same way, it doesn’t take you long to become a couple.

-Expect lots of PDA and things like laying down in eachother’s laps.

-She seems like someone that would like playing with her partner’s hair.

-Might even bribe some people to become your new cellmate since her current one is an irritating person anyway.

-Will sometimes just pull you into a kiss. It is really cute.

#jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh #jjba x reader #headcanons #Jolyne cujoh x reader

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snaggletooththecryptid · 2 years

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Can you write hcs for the jojos having a s/o thats like shinobu in demon slayer?

This one was fun ngl!! Shinobu has a fun personality to work with. I know Giorno breaks one of my rules but, I’ll make an exception for him.

I’m sorry for leaving Gappy out, I haven’t read part 8 yet 😔

JOJO’S WITH AN S/O WHO’S LIKE SHINOBU

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JONATHAN

-He is purely your chaos control

-He has to take a bit to get used to your teasing, after a while he can tell when’s it’s comping and laughs it off with you

-He’s surprised to see your angry side at first, he didn’t know you hated vampires this much!

-He understands your hatred and helps you calm down if it’s needed! Be prepared for bear hugs

-A complete gentleman. He think your teasing is fun, I think this is a great pairing ngl

JOSEPH

-Too much energy + too much energy

-Tease him and get teased right back. This is gonna be a constant thing and you will NOT win

-This isn’t just for the two of you. It’s both of you against Caesar, he gets absolutely no break

-He’s a little bit scared of you when you’re angry. You fight just a little too well for him not to be

-Be prepared to be a force of pure chaos together

JOTARO

-Too much energy + no energy

-He is mildly annoyed by your teasing, but he’d be a liar if he said that he didn’t like it every now and again

-You seem to understand his emotions best out of anyone. Much to his appreciation

-Angry? He’s not one to calm you down, he doesn’t really seem phased by your angered state

-In reality is also scares him but only you really know that

JOSUKE

-Too much energy + too much energy: electric boogaloo

-When teasing Josuke you either have a full tease competition or it just so happens to not be a good time and now he’s a lil pissy

-Just don’t tease him about his hair and all will be good!!

-Unlike most of the other JoJo’s, Josuke thinks that your angry side is kinda fun! Especially if he’s using it against Rohan

-Mischief shall insue

GIORNO

-He is here for your chaos and is doing nothing about it

-Teasing doesn’t really get a reaction out of him, but he loves seeing what reaction it gets out of his friends

-Just like Jotaro he doesn’t really react to your angered state, one of the few not actually scared of it

-In fact, sometimes he really encourages the state and will egg it on depending on the situation

-Create chaos in the gang, do it he is gonna support you

JOLYNE

-Most chaotic paring here

-You thought Joseph would be a tease back? Jolyne is him tenfold. You two tease each other at every opportunity

-It has gone on for entire days at some points

-Jolyne is only slightly scared of your angered state, and it’s only if it’s someway directed at her. Other then that she is egging you on during it

-You radiate pure chaos together, it’s amazing 20/10

JOHNNY

-Too much energy + fairly normal energy?

-Johnny isn’t too found of your teasing, weather directed at him or someone else. It just kinda rubs him the wrong way

-He will admit though, it is kinda funny when you tease Gyro. His reactions are just priceless!

-Johnny is especially scared of your angered state, well he was at first. Now he’s just used to it and thinks it’s very helpful in fights

-Is kinda a chaos control but not like Jonathan levels

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I wrote this instead of sleeping lmao. Who needs sleep when you can think about the Jojs

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jolyfics · 4 months

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𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

anonymous asked: I’m absolutely begging for a Joylne x reader!! It can be whatever you want, I just need my beautiful wife to be written😩

summary: spending new years with your girlfriend

notes: requests are still open! feel free to send some in!! cross posted on @nicofics

you and jolyne were sat on the couch of your shared apartment. you both eagerly watch the tv, getting ready for the countdown for the new year. you sat with your legs stretched out across your girlfriends lap. you both had a bottle of champagne ready for last few seconds too.

“hey.. (name)?” jolyne spoke up, you switched your gaze from the tv to your girlfriend, you smiled at her.

“yeah? whats up?” she gave you a soft smile, you adored little domestic times like these. just simply sitting with the love of your life waiting to spend another year with her

“i just wanna say.. you made this year better for me. i’m glad you’re in my life, (name)” she spoke rather shyly. you leaned over to give her a kiss, she accepted graciously.

“i’m glad you’re in my life too, jolyne. i can’t wait to spend another year with you. you make my days better” she grinned at that.

“really?”

“yes, really” without a second thought she pulled your face closer to hers, pressing your lips together. after a few seconds of kissing, you both heard the countdown on the tv

“one! two! three!”

BANG jolyne cranked open the champagne bottle and poured out two glasses.

“happy new years!” you both said in unison, before giggling to yourselves.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jolyne cujoh #jolyne cujoh x reader #jolyne x reader #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jjba #stone ocean x reader #jojo stone ocean #jjba stone ocean #fanfic

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soupbabe · 2 years

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The JoJos Reacting to Reader Starting T

I accidentally deleted the draft the og ask was attached to, but congrats to the anon who requested this! They're starting hrt soon <3

- While all JoJos are excited about this news, Jonathan and Josuke are the happiest ones of all!

- They both are insanely proud of this milestone in your transition, reacting to the news with a giant hug

- Along with Jotaro, all 3 of these Joestars would want to be there for you during your appointment where you get your first shot

- Definitely taking you out for a lunch in celebration<33

- Whereas Jolyne, Joseph, and Giorno prefer to go another, bigger route for celebrating!

- How else to celebrate your transition than a lil get together with friends?

- While Giorno is more lowkey with the event, I think Jolyne and Joseph would add a gimic to it all

- Think of "it's a boy!" Balloons and a gender reveal cake

- Either way you choose to celebrate it, the Joestar family is so proud of you starting T!

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #Jonathan Joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #josuke higashikata x reader #josuke Higashikata #giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader #jolyne cujoh

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mantizimus · 11 months

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Sarcastic S/O

Jolyne Cujoh

Jolyne is very sarcastic herself, so it doesn't cause her any problems.

Supports you when you snark at others, unless they are her friends.

In this case, she will lightly nudge you. If the snark was harmless, she will limit herself to annoyed glance, or giggle, if your words funny enough.

Not too fond of hearing sarcasm in her address.

Therefore, her first reaction is a stink eye towards ya. It will be followed by a reciprocal sarcasm.

If your remark was funny enough, will laugh at it.

Sometimes you join forces and provide others with a double dose of sarcasm.

In this case, others are ready to bang their heads at wall, just not to hear the two of you.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #jolyne cujoh #jolyne cujoh x reader

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nicofics · 4 months

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I’m absolutely begging for a Joylne x reader!! It can be whatever you want, I just need my beautiful wife to be written😩

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: spending new years with your girlfriend

notes: happy new years!! sorry that this is so short! cross posted on @jolyfics

“hey.. (name)?” jolyne spoke up, you switched your gaze from the tv to your girlfriend, you smiled at her.

“yeah? whats up?” she gave you a soft smile, you adored little domestic times like these. just simply sitting with the love of your life waiting to spend another year with her

“i just wanna say.. you made this year better for me. i’m glad you’re in my life, (name)” she spoke rather shyly. you leaned over to give her a kiss, she accepted graciously.

“i’m glad you’re in my life too, jolyne. i can’t wait to spend another year with you. you make my days better” she grinned at that.

“really?”

“yes, really” without a second thought she pulled your face closer to hers, pressing your lips together. after a few seconds of kissing, you both heard the countdown on the tv

“one! two! three!”

BANG jolyne cranked open the champagne bottle and poured out two glasses.

“happy new years!” you both said in unison, before giggling to yourselves.

#fanfic #x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jolyne cujoh #jolyne kujo #jjba jolyne #jjba stone ocean #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader #stone ocean x reader #stone ocean #jjba x reader

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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How would react Jolyne if sees her male s/o (who is Kakyoin's son) doing the cherry-licking trick?

omg when i tell you i almost spit out my water when i read this request dear lord. I love that it has become my thing now that I write for Kakyoin's son and Jolyne lmaoooo. I seriously love it. Thank you for this request anon, I hope you dont mind some short little headcanons!

Jolyne Reacting to her S/O (Kakyoin's Son) Doing the Cherry-Licking Trick

Pairing - Jolyne x m!reader (Kakyoin's son)

Warnings - none!

Notes - thanks again for the request anon! i really hope you like it even if it is a little short! I absolutely love these kakyoin's son x jolyne stuff, so please feel free to send in more once my requests open back up! have an amazing day everyone!! <333

Jolyne was just enjoying her day

Just wandering about enjoyin that jail life

then she saw him sitting on one of the benches outside and she was like... omg my boyfriend and ran over to him, sitting next to him on the bench

she noticed a bowl of cherries and was like, heck yeah and took some

"hey babe! where'd you get these-"

she was immediately cut off watching his tongue bouncing two cherries in the air

when i tell you her face went bright red

"b-babe..."

he looked over at her and ate the cherries, spitting out the seeds

"hi jolyne! i mustve been staring off into space! sorry about that!"

"h-how the hell..."

"hm?" he tilted his head and wrapped his arm around jolyne. "what's wrong?"

she shook her head, looking off to the blue sky. "n-nothing..."

she didnt know whether she was scarred or impressed

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abbynx · 2 years

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Cheesy affection drabbles

Various JoJo characters X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Language

Featured characters: Ghiaccio, Jolyne Cujoh

Ghiaccio

Our ice gremlin finds practicality helpful, he always wants things to be precise and actually makes sense. So one time, you were cooking and he happens to be in the kitchen. Let's say you've told him something along the lines of:

"Could you please give me a handful of basil?"

This sends Ghia off the roof.

"Handful?! How the fuck would I know how big your 'handful' is?!"

"Oh come on, Ghia not now please—"

"Well what you said doesn't make sense! Why can't you use an actual measuring unit?! All of us have different hand sizes, how am I suppose to know if my hands are too big or too smal to fit your description of handful?! For all I know you're referring to Risotto's hand size!"

You simply sigh, picking up the ingredient on your own. He sees this and eyes your hand.

"Or your hand size kind of handful! Fuck, Y/N!"

"Oh come on, it's not that big of a difference." You put the fire on low heat before walking over to him. "Here, let's compare."

Wanting to prove a point, he eagerly puts his hand flat against your palm. His hands are, of course, bigger than yours. He was just getting ready to scream out that he's made his point clear, when you latch your fingers between his, catching him off-guard. What's more shocking to him, is how you lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. He was red under your intense eye contact, his lip trapped between his teeth. He seemed to have been frozen in place as not a twitch of a muscle was made. You giggled at his reaction, before pulling away and attending to your cooking.

Jolyne Cujoh

Then after that, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

As much as possible, Jolyne here avoided school like a plague. She just didn't find it worth her time, but she tried her best because she loves her mom and so she approached you to tutor her. Idk why, I imagined the dynamic similar to Narancia and Fugo, minus the fork stabbing and extreme temperamental outbursts. But anyways, with your help, she's been steadily improving with studying (although she still falls to her old habits of cutting classes and once had tried to convince you to come with her, your choice if you decided to tag along or not).

One study session, she was particularly distracted by eating pocky as you taught her some history. She has been whining non stop about how bored she was and begged you to entertain her.

"YYYYYYY/N, c'mon! I already nailed the exams! It's a guarantee that my grades will be somewhat be passable!" She says. Her legs restless and often changed her sitting position as much as she can.

"I am entertaining you. Nothing like a thrilling history of our world—"

"But YYYYY/N, that's boring! I want something that isn't related to school," she pleads, a stick of pocky sticking from her mouth. She repositions once more, leaning over to your desk in interest. "Like... I don't know, your love life? My love life? Do you have a crush on someone? Come on, I won't spill~"

You glance at the girl with a deadpan, contrasting her eager little self anticipating your response. That cute face of hers, with the stick of pocky hanging from her lips... Oh how you wanted to pluck that stick from her lips and replace it with yours, with the taste of the remnants of strawberry cream on her lips...

You erase the thought with a shake of a head. "Crushes are but a distraction and a waste of time." You avoid her gaze, hiding your face behind your textbook.

"Awww, you're no fun, Y/N!" She exclaims. She scoots to your seat, poking her finger against your cheek with every word. "Is it at least a boy or a girl? Are they in our class? Oh! Is it one of the teachers? The principal? Janitor? Your neighbor?"

Jolyne doesn't stop even if you visibly scrunch your face in vexation. Pfft, as if she'd stop from guessing who you have a crush on, it would make the perfect blackmail and she's not one to waste such opportunities. She remains persistent naming people, nibbling on pocky sticks as she does.

Eventually, it gets to the point that her light poking became aggressive with each guesses.

"Is it Romeo? Mister Rogers? Don't tell me it's— mmmph—!"

Jolyne sat still, frozen when you nibble at the centimetre long pocky sticking from her lips before pressing your lips to hers. Red crept to her features, the hammering in her chest persisting so much that she'd think she would implode. Once you pull away, you helped yourself to her box of pocky and returned to your reading, whilst Jolyne remained frozen.

"Let's proceed to page 111. Chapter 13; The Great Depression." You spoke, as if nothing happened.

"O-... Okay..."

... well... It looks like she's the one who will be blackmailed into getting good grades.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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wc: 1.3k, spoiler free!

jolyne x fem!reader

suggestive, alcohol mention

Friday nights mean only one thing in your tight-knit friend group — girls night out. It’s an evening jam-packed with bar hopping and drinks; with music, snacks, and sleepovers. And as you always do before a big night on the town, you, Ermes, and Foo gather in Jolyne’s bedroom to get ready.

Ermes and Foo crowd each other in the bathroom in a flurry of limbs and excited conversations. The blow dryer stops and starts again and again to punctuate their gossiping and teasing. Clothes and shoes are strewn across the tile as they decide which of Jolyne’s outfits to commandeer this weekend. You emerge from the bathroom, a slight sheen of sweat clinging to your brow from the heat of the blow dryer (and from being packed in Jolyne’s bathroom like sardines).

Leaving your friends behind, you face a new challenge.

Shoes and clothes and open chip bags litter Jolyne’s carpet like landmines, and you hesitate to take a step, weary that something may explode or crunch beneath your heel.

Jolyne sits on the opposite side of the room, makeup palettes strewn about in what can only be described as organized chaos, wrapping around her as she sits on the floor in front of her full length mirror.

She looks devastatingly beautiful with her hair cascading down her back in perfect waves, makeup immaculately blended to accentuate the high points of her face and the color of her eyes. You try not to gawk as you stand behind her, watching as she applies highlighter to her cheekbones, but you feel locked in place. Completely mesmerized.

Is your heart supposed to race like this watching your friend do her makeup?

No, you think as it practically thunders in your ears as Jolyne’s lips pout to spread lip gloss across their silky surface. Definitely not.

“Hey, want me to do yours too? I’m almost done.”

You barely hear her over the sound of the music and the hammering of your heart. You watch through the mirror as she spritzes setting spray across her features, no doubt gaping at her like a fish.

She pays you no mind, smiling a little as she waves you over. “C’mere. I have the perfect eyeshadow for your outfit.”

You nod dumbly and make your way across the carpet, narrowly avoiding Doritos bags and platform heels along the way. You settle beside her and her grin widens.

“You know the drill,” she tells you, sweeping stray hairs away from your face. “I’m gonna be all up in your business.”

“That’s fine,” you manage to squeak out, praying that she can’t feel the heat of your cheeks beneath her fingers.

“Just,” she leans around you to prop some pillows up behind you, “Lean back. I think the angle’ll be a little easier.”

Doing as you’re told, you press your back into the mountain of pillows and adjust until Jolyne seems pleased. Without another word, she moves until she’s straddling your hips, skirt riding up as she does.

You practically choke as the strong, smooth expanse of her thighs presses into your sides. In all your years of friendship, in all the times she’s done your eyeliner or eyeshadow, she’s never done this before. Is this the up in your business she was talking about? As you concentrate on settling the pounding of your heart and deciding where to put your damn hands, Jolyne sets to work, crowding your space even more to dab primer onto your eyelids.

“This okay?”

You’re thankful your eyes are closed because you can practically hear the smirk in her voice. How considerate of her to ask, you think as you start planning your own funeral at her proximity. “Mhm.” You try to act natural despite the way your cheeks burn. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Jolyne drawls, pulling away. “You just sit there all pretty and I’ll be done before you know it.”

Your hands find a home at your sides, mere inches from her bare knees, and you feel like a horny teenager as you think about how close you are to ghosting your fingertips over her skin.

With your eyes closed, you feel like she’s everywhere. You can faintly smell watermelon from her favorite gum, the subtle hints of coconut from her shampoo. Her long hair tickles your cheek as she leans impossibly closer, swiping and blending eyeshadow across your lids. God, you don’t think you’ll survive.

“Will you open for me?”

You blink open and, just as you suspected, her face is a hair’s breadth from your own. Her green eyes sparkle in the lights of her bedroom as she inspects her handiwork.

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, lips pursing and brows furrowing in thought. “Close ‘em again.”

Jolyne spends another few minutes blending, shifting around in your lap as she picks up and discards different palettes. It’s made all the more painful when she takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting your head this way and that to peer at your eyelids. When she’s satisfied, she instructs you to open your eyes again.

“So pretty,” she croons. Your chin is still locked in her grip, and you watch in disbelief as her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. “I’m just gonna add eyeliner and lipstick, if you want it, and then you’ll be golden, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

You feel her breath on your lips, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. “My creative vision’s being realized.” She holds your cheek to keep your head in place, dragging the cool tip of the liquid liner across your lash line. Silence falls between you for a second before she continues, “This might be my greatest work yet.”

“Oh yeah?” you tease, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. “You think so?”

Her chest presses closer as she does the other eye, and her knee brushes against your fingers with the movement, her hips dragging ever so slightly against yours. Your breath hitches.

Quietly, sweetly, she tells you to open your eyes again, and when you do, she has a look on her face that you can’t quite place. And for a moment, as your eyes flicker from hers to her lips to the dip in her shirt that exposes the smooth skin of her chest, you forget about girls night, and about your friends in the bathroom. You forget about the vodka cranberry you left on her bedside table. Hell, it feels like you even forget your own name. All you can think about is Jolyne Cujoh and her pretty eyes and the curve of her cupid’s bow. The heat of her thighs against your hips. About how badly you want to ruin your friendship.

“Yeah,” she murmurs after another beat of silence. “I think so.” She caps the eyeliner and drops it somewhere along the carpet, eyes not daring to separate from yours as she does. The blow dryer hums in the other room, Foo and Ermes still distracted, and you pray you have another moment alone.

As if reading your mind, Jolyne leans into you further, tilting your chin up. “Can I?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and your fingertips ghost over the curves of her knees. “Please.”

It’s a desperate plea that spurs Jolyne into motion, dragging your lips to hers in a kiss that sears your skin. And just as before, she’s everywhere. Her palms on your cheeks, her fingers in your hair. Her weight settling over your hips, pushing you further back into the pile of pillows. It’s as if heaven has crashed right through her ceiling to make a home in her room, in your lap.

Jolyne’s chest heaves as she pulls herself away with a quiet, but lewd smack. She drags her thumb along the now plump, swollen swell of your bottom lip and smirks. “Well, I don’t think you need lipstick anymore.”

You catch your reflection out of the corner of your eye and notice the slight shine of lip gloss, her lip gloss, across your lips. You bring your gaze back to hers to find her already looking down at you. Squeezing her hips, you ask, “How do I look?”

“Pretty,” Jolyne whispers earnestly. “Really pretty.”

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