#ceasar zeppeli x reader

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Ceasar Zeppeli x reader hc's:

A/N: I've been thinking about this beautiful blonde, so I thought I'd start with th jobros now.

Cw: Google translated italian

☆He is so romantic, like when I tell you this man is whipped for you.

☆Loves giving you lipstick that makes you pop.

☆He yearns for your physical touch.

☆He loves taking walks with you, especially in secluded but beautiful areas.

☆He holds and kisses you with so much passion.

☆He looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

☆There obviously is a little bit of teasing here and there, but it's all in good heart.

☆He constantly boasts the fact that he's your partner to Joseph.

☆Loves when you kiss his face when you have lipstick on.

☆He smells so unbelievably good.

☆Suprises you with bouquets of red roses.

☆He calls you things like Amore della mia vitta, tesoro and mio caro.

☆Overall, he's extremely whipped and has so much love in his heart for you.

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This just so sweet 😍

Ceasar - Different Joestar

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

Life sure was hustly as a Joestar.

You were Joseph’s sister. You both were raised by your grandmother Erina Pendleton Joestar. Joseph and you got along very well, even with your differing personalities.

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In which you take your boyfriend to a party and he gets jealous of your friends

Ft. Caesar Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Jotaro Kujo, Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar

Warnings: Slightly suggestive. Mentions of alcohol. Google translated Italian. Gender neutral reader. Not proofread.

CAESAR ZEPPELI

You stood there, chatting excitedly with your friends about how your week had been. They listened intently and you all spent a good amount of time just exchanging stories over the loud music that was playing from the living room of the house.

You could barely hear them, but you didn’t mind. The environment around you was anything but quiet, which was fair since you were at Joseph Joestar’s party.

It had been hours since it started, and some people were starting to pack up and leave, taking some of the loud buzz with them.

Eventually it began to calm down, and it was just you and your best friend sitting on the couch, enjoying one another’s company in peace.

The two of you continued in your tipsy conversation, giggling frequently as you spoke. It was nice, honestly. Your week had been nothing short of a nightmare, only adding to the amount of stress you were under. So when you found out about Joseph’s party, you immediately decided to take Caesar and head over.

Speaking of Caesar…

The party had been going on for hours and you had yet to see him.

As you were speaking to your friend, you found yourself being interrupted by the feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“Caesar…” You whispered, turning to look at him as he buried his head into your shoulder, kissing at the flesh gently. He looked up and shot your best friend a glare, which resulted in them excusing themselves and leaving the two of you alone.

His grip on you tightened, his back pressing up against your chest as he continued to kiss and bite as your neck.

“Finalmente- siamo soli.”

Finally- we’re alone.

JOSEPH HOESTAR

It was his party and he was out dancing in the living room, drunkly throwing his arms into the air as he moved carelessly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight as you talked to your new friend Caesar, who apparently went way back with Joseph.

The two of you hit it off, especially when you found out that he was an ex of Joseph’s, which meant he had dirt on him that you could use against him later. You actually grew so lost in your conversation with the blond that you tuned out your boyfriend’s drunken dancing.

“So like I was saying- JoJo is a bit of a-“ Caesar began, leading you into the kitchen and away from the noisiness of the living room. You listened intently and contributed to his points, telling him about what your relationship with Joseph had been like so far until-

“Y/N!” The sound of Joseph’s voice rang throughout the kitchen, causing you to jump in surprise as he stormed over towards you. “I sidn’t know Caesarino was h-here!” He slurred his words and threw an arm around your shoulder, shooting a glare at the man before you.

Caesar took that as his sign to leave and did just that, leaving you and your drunk boyfriend alone in the kitchen.

“Y/nnn.” He whined, both of his arms now pulling you close to him as he struggled to stay upright. “Why were you talking to himmmm??”

“Well he and I had some interests, that’s all.” You chuckled slightly but let out a surprised yelp as he put all his weight against you. “Joseph! Get up!” You groaned and forced him to stand up, pouting as you led him back to his bedroom so he could rest.

“But you’re mineee.” He continued to whine as you dragged him, pouting childishly as you walked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” You chuckled. Drunk Joseph was always… something else.

“Let me show you.” He whispered, pinning you against the wall of his hallway and trapping you there. He began to attack your neck, leaving sloppy love bites in his wake.

“Please.”

And you just couldn’t tell him no.

ROHAN KISHIBE

He wasn’t much of a ‘party person’, but he figured he’d humor you just this once. He had spent most of the night right by your side, making sure nothing bad happened to you as you drank.

Had you always been this social?

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he did rather like that side of you.

Eventually, you ran off to talk to one of your buddies, and he decided to leave you be. But the sight of you with this friend of yours lit a fire within him. They had a hand on your arm, and seemed a little too invested in what you had to say.

Perhaps you two were just close. He hoped so, even though he didn’t fully understand why.

Since the great Rohan Kishibe doesn’t get jealous of others.

Others get jealous of him.

With an annoyed sigh, he put on a stern expression and walked over to you two. You greeted him with a cheery smile that sent butterflies swirling in his stomach, and it made him feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do next.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forced your lips to collide with his, using your gasp of surprise as the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat and remind you that he was the one that continued to make you feel good.

“R-Roh-“

“We’re leaving.” He grumbled and grabbed your wrist, smirking at how your little friend was nowhere in sight. Your drunken protests fell on deaf ears as he pulled you out of the house and into his car, buckling you up safely and stomping over to his side.

“What was that for-“ He cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours once again, groaning at the taste of alcohol that came from you.

You were in for it now, and you didn’t even know why.

JOTARO KUJO

He couldn’t believe that you thought it would be a good idea to drag him out to a party. Honestly! What in the world was running through your mind?!

But when he saw how much fun you were having, he just couldn’t take it away from you.

So- he resorted to standing in the corner of the, rather large, living room, arms crossed as he watched you dance around aimlessly.

It was all fun and games, until he watched one of your close friends come up and begin to dance with you. They took your hand in theirs and began to jump and sing along with you, their smile just as bright as your own.

The sight sent Jotaro’s heart to his stomach.

What was this feeling bubbling up inside him? Was it jealousy?? Surely not. Jotaro Kujo was known to get jealous every now and then, but over one of your friends?

It made him feel more guilty than anything.

It should be him dancing with you, making you smile and giggle like that. He should be the one out there encouraging you to be yourself while you hop around and scream the lyrics of the song that just came on.

God why did he have to stand over in the corner?

Hesitantly, he walked over to the two of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the side briefly. His heart swelled at the sight of your cheesy grin, which only made him feel worse.

“Y/n.” He started out with a heavy sigh. How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous of your friend? It would ruin your night and he knew it. So… he sucked it up and gave in to the crazy idea that had been bothering him since he saw you go out and dance.

“What’s wrong?” You seemed to sense his inner turmoil, your voice soft and understanding. “Do you need to leave? It’s alright with if you do, I get it.” You made a motion to grab your jacket, but he only pulled you back towards him.

“I want to dance with you.”

Oh wow. Did he really just say that? He had to be kidding… but based on the way he was looking at you, you knew he wasn’t.

You’d ask him about his change of heart later, but decided to give him a peck on the lips and drag him back to the center of the living room.

It was a sweet act on his part, but his eyes betrayed how he really felt.

He was going to take you, and not a single bit of your body would be safe from his wonder working lips.

DIO BRANDO

He’s a slut for a good party and you know it. Nothing can stop him from getting absolutely wasted and enjoying himself in the sea of people. He was practically born to live in the spotlight, so that he’ll do.

Until you drag him home.

Or until he sees you flaunting around with a good for nothing loser that he’s never met before.

Tonight- it was the latter, his eyes laying upon the sight of you talking to a supposed friend of yours that he’s never met.

There was always the possibility that you had met them tonight, but he wasn’t about to hear you out. He knew all of your friends. Every single one of them. And he didn’t care if they liked him or not, so long as he knew them.

He watched in disgust as you laughed at something the stranger said, cringing even further when you placed a hand on their shoulder to steady yourself.

The sight simply enraged him, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it made his heart throb in agony.

Was he really that bad for you? I mean sure, he was your boyfriend, but he’s never been jealous of someone before and it was really starting to bother him.

“Y/n!” He hissed and grabbed you by your wrist, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye to your friend. “Stop trying to date other people!” His face was close to yours, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I’m not?!” You argued, pulling your wrist away from his grasp, only to have him grab it again and lead you out of the house. “Hey! What are you doing?!” You shouted and glared at him as you stood. “Are you at least going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He stopped and looked back at you, his eyes shining with malice and nothing more. He was totally blinded by his rage.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

And by god he did.

JONATHAN JOESTAR

He’s a gentle giant. Parties aren’t really his thing, but if it makes you happy, then he doesn’t mind a whole lot.

For the most part, it was the two of you and some friends talking by the pool, your feet dangling in the water as you talked. It was relaxing, surprisingly, and Jonathan couldn’t help but rest his head on your shoulder as you talked.

Now, Jonathan isn’t really the jealous type. He never really has been and he doesn’t think he will be.

But there’s just something about Dio sitting beside you that sets him off.

“Hello Y/n darling.” His voice is like silk, smooth in his way to try and seduce you. “JoJo.” He nodded at Jonathan before taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

“Dio.” You scoffed and pulled your hand away. “I didn’t know you were invited to this party.”

“Of course I was.” He chuckled lowly and smirked. “I’m always invited to these things.”

Jonathan’s arms found their way to your waist, curling around you and holding you close. He lifted his head up and shot a glare at Dio, his gaze unwavering in his resolve. The blond scoffed and left, leaving you and Jonathan alone to enjoy one another’s company.

“You know… Dio is our neighbor…” He started, whispering softly into your ear. “It would be nice if we could ensure that he didn’t get sleep tonight, no?”

“Oh Jonathan.” You chuckled and leaned into him. “I don’t see why not.”

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Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

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After receiving a house from your mysterious late uncle. You move in and strange things begin to happen. Making you realize there may have been a reason that your uncle was so estranged.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. This is another installment of my Pillar Men series. It once again got more out of hand than I expected. But I still like the way it turned out. Also I left a hint at what the final story will be.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

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You had always thought the long lost relative leaving you a house was just a punchline. But when it happens to you, we'll you can only hope it's not a joke. Having recently graduated from college. It was wonderful to have one part of your future figured out. If only you knew just how oblivious you had been.

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Esidisi had enjoyed his time with Robert. The older man was always a riot to mess with. Not to mention his devotion to the supernatural was what brought him to the house in the first place. When the man passed, he couldn't help but expect him to also become a ghost. You could assume something like that after years dealing with the paranormal. Some of it had to rub off on the bachelor. However, luck didn't seem to be on either of their sides. What was a poltergeist to do with all this free time.

Then you showed up. You had this energy to you. It was similar to your uncle, but had an alluring pull to it. Though that wasn't the only thing that had him following you like a lost puppy. Your sweet personality and luscious figure was almost more than he could handle. It was like the gods themselves made you. Not that that had stopped him from playing pranks on you.

First was moving things. He would make it obvious. Your chapstick would find it's way out of your bag and onto the coffee table. That spoon you could have sworn you put in the sink. Was now in the same place you had picked it up from. Shrugging you seemed to write it off as forgetfulness.

Next was the odd noises. The creek of a stair when you were the only one in the house. A wind whistling through, even if all the windows were closed. Not to mention the occasional deep voice that would echo into the night. But you took it all in stride. Going as far to answer his ghoulish howls. You were to pure for this world.

He was close to revealing himself to you. If not for the shock, then so you would only acknowledge him. That was until he showed up.

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You were browsing through the library. It was your favorite place in the old house. You could waste away the day in a place like this. It had literature across every surface. A suprising amount of it happened to be on the supernatural. An overstuffed armchair was situated in one corner. Along with an ornate reading lamp and a side table with many mug rings littering the surface.

It was a place that made you wish you had spent more time with your uncle. There was a time when you were young and he would come around. But memories of those moments always seemed fuzzy. Still the library sang an alluring siren's song of knowledge that you couldn't resist.

He couldn't help but praise your uncle for having this room. He was never one for reading. Watching how it made your eyes light up and the smile it brought to your angelic face. It was enough to make tears well in his eyes. This was your special getaway, so he kept his pranks away from this area. If only to enjoy your tittering and comfort a moment longer.

A knock rang out, startling the both of you. You hadn't been expecting anyone. Cautiously making your way to the front door, your face bloomed in happy surprise. Swiftly opening the door, you smiled at the young blonde man. “Ceasar, what are you doing here?”

He sent a dazzling grin your way and stepped towards you. Sweeping you up into a tight hug. “How could I stay away from a bellissimo woman such as yourself. Also it just so happens that I had some family that lives close by. So it was a win win as you say.” He kept a hand on your lower back and said. “Now why not give me a tour of this wonderful place you've inherited.”

“Sure, I can't wait to show you everything. My uncle even has a private library. Can you believe how amazing that is.” You rambled about the splendor of the home you now owned.

All the while a pouting poltergeist followed the pair. It was one thing for a guest to come by unannounced. But to put his hands on you and act so familiar. It was enough to send him into a sobbing rage. No matter, all he would have to do is plot against this Ceasar. And if there was one thing he would NOT allow is for the other man to step foot in the library. It was a room of great importance. For it's former and current owner, it held many great and secret things. To allow it to be snooped through by the wrong person would be disastrous.

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As the visits became more and more frequent, he knew that he needed to intervene. It started with items that the blonde would convently trip over. A cord here or a shoe there. Either way they would only appear in the man's path, never yours.

Turning up the temperature had only backfired for the aberration. The blonde didn't seem phased in the slightest. While you on the other hand slipped out of your sweatshirt. Leaving you in a tank top for both men to ogle away at your deliciously plush body. If it had been him alone, he would have enjoyed his fill of the glorious sight of you. But having the pleasure shared rubbed him the wrong way. So the temperature suddenly dipped and you layered up.

When that didn't cause enough of a problem. The lights would malfunction in any room he happened to be alone in. From flickering sporadically, to turning off completely. Only to be fine when he called you over to see the problem. Still the man kept returning.

The ghost finally saw a crack in his mask. When a sudden breeze caused a door to slam in his pretty face. He cursed loudly and excused himself to the bathroom. The specter followed, wanting to reveal in his victory. But the sight of the man's reflection halted any celebration. The unmistakable features of an incubus showed in the mirror. The long horns, pointed ears, and large wing tucked against his body. His crimson eyes glared at the his own reflection, before shifting over to Esidisi. “You know this won't stop my pursuit of her.”

His eyes narrowed at the hell spawn. “Do you think she'd feel the same after finding out what you truly are?”

The blonde was quick to click his tongue at the response. “And how would she feel about sharing a house with a specter? I'm sure she would love to know just how little privacy this house holds.” His tone had become venomous.

What little color the afterlife allow covered his cheeks. “I have never encroached on her private moments. Unlike a horn dog like you, I'm sure.”

He snarled at the accusation. “I have never laid an unconsensual finger on her. I wouldn't need to with the energy she exudes anyways. We have held a strictly platonic relationship.” He frowned at the confession.

A smirk settled on the ghost expression. “Much to your disappointment, I assume.”

This caused the incubus to glare at the mirror once more. Answering the other man's query without words. Leaving the room swiftly, he only wished a ghost could properly have a door slammed in it's face.

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He had decided it was time, he desperately needed to reveal his presence. If not to get your attention, than to let you know the danger you were in. Steeling his nerves, he glided into the library. It seemed the most appropriate place to show himself to you. He couldn't recall just how long he had admire you in the space. It was time to return the favor.

Settling across from you, as you reclined in the overstuffed armchair. He shifted into a more corporeal form. He expected a gasp or scream even. But you had yet to look away from your book. Making his way towards you. He placed his hand on the pages and lowered it to your lap. He braced for your reaction once again. But was shocked when you only blinked up at him.

Mouth parting delicately, you said. “So he wasn't insane.” Shooting up from your seat, you dash over to a nearby bookcase. Rummaging through the different volumes you begin to ramble. “So his journals weren't fiction. But that means….” You trailed off and faced the ghost once more. “That means I'm not insane.” Rushing back to him, you took his hand into your own. Shaking it enthusiastically, you beamed up at him.

He looked just as your uncle had described him. Fluffy white hair, x shaped mark on his face, and tanned muscled body. Though as a faint flush took over your face, from excitement or embarrassment, you weren't sure. You couldn't help the way your eyes sweeped over him. He was quite the sight, living or otherwise. “I'm (Y/N), but I'm sure you know that. And you're Esidisi, my uncle wrote all about you.”

This was as much of a shock as you not being bother by him. “About me?” He gave you a quizzical look as his brows furrowed together.

Gripping his hand in your own. You thought back on the fondness your uncle wrote about the poltergeist. It seemed his friendship was something he could always look forward to coming home to. “Oh yes. About your pensions for pranks and harassing unwanted guest.”

This caused him to come out of his content daydream of spending the day conversing away. There was threat looming over you that he wouldn't stand for. “You mustn't spend anymore time with Ceasar. He is out to devour you.”

You fully flushed as far as your ears at that admission. “What makes you say that?”

Your blushing confused face was a pleasant sight. But he had only a moment to savor it. “He is an Incubus. You are not safe around the likes of a creature such as him. He seems to have his sights set on you. And intends to follow you to the ends of the earth to ensnare you.”

Shaking your head you frowned. “But that doesn't make sense. We met in college and he always had a partner. From what I can tell he isn't interested in me romantically.”

He wanted to shake you. Who wouldn't be interested in you. Between you soft pliable body, kindness, and curious nature. Well it was nigh impossible to not want to pursue you. Besides he had seen how the two of you interacted when alone. The blonde would all but fall over himself to fulfill any request you made. “If you will not believe me. Then their must be something in Speedwagon's journal about identifying them.”

You fidgeted under his gaze. It hurt to not take his word for it. You had read so much about him in the journals that it felt like you were already friends. But you were friends with Ceasar and had been for years. Still as you glanced up at the behemoth of a ghost you felt a pull of familiarity. “OK, I'll do some research. But I want you to cool it on the harassing him until I get something a bit more solid.”

He placed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I swear it.” But the mischievous smirk on his handsome face made you think otherwise.

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The next few days were hectic. Between balancing life and Research, you saw supernatural creatures everytime your eyes closed. From an interesting tale of a human warrior and a dragon. The government allowing Werewolves to live in National Parks. To the story of a Gorgon taking in strays. It was a lot to take in after being told that this world was only a fairytale. But you persevered and found every bit of information you could on Incubus.

Esidsi watched over you tirelessly, at least for a ghost that is. He would bring you warm drinks to keep your spirits up. Always remind you when it was time to take a meal break. It made him regret not revealing himself sooner. To think of the time you could have spent together. He especially loved the quirk you had developed of reading out loud for him. It was nice that you would include him in your research. No matter, you were spending time together now.

“Why not catch his reflection in a mirror?” He thought it would be the simplest solution.

Shaking your head, your eyes stayed on the pages in front of you. “No, he was caught once that way. I'm sure he'd do his best to avoid the same mistake.” You felt guilt talking about your friend this way. But the more you learned about the nightmare creatures, the more you believed he could be one.

He rubbed his chin in thought. “Holy water then. It is sure to bring out his demonic side.”

This caused you to glare at the man. “Also no. I refuse to hurt him. Even if he is a supernatural being. He hasn't harmed me in any way. So I will extend the same courtesy to him.” Fed up with the book in your hands, you reached for another.

Racking his brain for a new suggestion, he frowned. He could see the weight of the situation was baring down on you. Cringing at the same thought that he had been avoiding, he sighed. “You could use your charm to wring the answer from him.”

You were quick to shoot that idea down. “That isn't an option. For one neither of us are interested.” The ghost wanted to scoff at the suggestion that Ceasar wasn't into you. “Not to mention creating a romantic bond with a sexual demon can result in a sort of contract. It would create more problems than solutions.”

Silence fell over the room as you both ran out of options. That was until an intriguing line caught your eye. “Here's something new, listen to this. ‘When an Incubus bathes in moonlight his glamor melts away. Only to fall into a lovers arms in his true form.’ Does that mean moonlight strips them of their disguse?” Looking at him quizzically you only receive a shrug in return. “Now that I think about it, I'm not sure I've ever seen him at night. He usually heads home before the sun sets. This could work.” Darting for the kitchen, a bewildered spirit follows close behind.

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Setting the kettle in the sink, your heart was filled with a heaviness. It was hard knowing there was a chance a close friend was using you. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But the fatigue when he would leave and never coming around at night. They weren't proving his innocents. You had to be sure though. So you prepare for his eminent arrival.

He watched you flit around the kitchen. Torn between your guilt of not trusting a friend and want you to know the truth. Your safety was his top priority. If not from your uncle's request, than his growing fondness for you.

A knock came from the front door. The two of you glance at each other. Your concerned expression shifted to a smile and you nodded. If not to reassure the ghost than perhaps yourself. Heading towards the door, you noticed him vanish into thin air.

Inviting the blonde in you made your way to the kitchen. “Come on, I made some cookies yesterday and want your opinion.” While you had baked them yesterday, it was only in preparation for today.

“Sounds good.” He followed right behind you, he loved your cooking. He also missed your company, though he understood when you had conflicting schedules. He could feel himself drawn to you like a lost ship to a lighthouse. Something about you was unnervingly alluring. Still that didn't stop his eyes from wandering, looking for an unwanted spirit.

Gesturing to the plate of cookies on the dinning table, you head across the room. “I'll put on some tea. I have a blend that should really compliment the flavor of the cookies.” Turning on the tap, you glanced over your shoulder. He was to preoccupied with the treats to notice that the kettle wasn't under the stream of water. Bringing it over to the stove, you turn on the burner. Then set about preparing the tea and cups.

A pang of guilt surged over you as your gaze met his own. But you had to only remind yourself of what could happen if you didn't prove what he was. One small test to settle your nerves. Even if he wasn't an incubus, there was a chance he could be something else. For goodness sake you were living with a ghost. What your uncle's journals contained had opened your eyes to many possibilities. So a close friend being a Demon right under your nose shouldn't be that surprising.

So lost in your thoughts, you almost jumped as the kettle whistled. Quickly pulling it from the stove top, you took a deep breath. Putting together the drinks, you brought them to the table and sat. Sipping from the cup, you waited in anticipation for his first gulp. It came and there was no change to his appearance. Which made your heart sink in an unexpected way. You never expected for yourself to be disappointed in a negative result. But it may have to do with the way that Esidisi deflated in the corner of your vision.

Suddenly a hand came into veiw. “Are you even listening (Y/N)? I swear it seems like you're looking right through me today.” He pouted at the accusation.

Shaking the thought away, that now seemed ridiculous, you shook your head. “Im sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

He nodded, but his expression was a bit suspicious. “I understand. Are you still job hunting? I've had some troubles with it myself.” He took another sip from his glass.

Movement caught your eye. Worried it would be the poltergeist attempting to throttle the blonde. You were surprised at what it actually was. Two horns started to materialize on his head. Another sip and his ears began to elongate. As he finished of the cup of tea his true form had revealed itself. Your eyes widened in shock.

Noticing the change in your expression, he paused. “What, is there something on my face?” Bringing a hand up to smooth across his face. He was taken aback at the long nails that had appeared on his fingers. Darting a hand to his head, he felt the all to familiar hardness of horns. Mouth falling open, he rushed to explain. “You shouldn't be seeing me this way. This was supposed to happen differently.” He stepped towards you.

Jumping from your seat, you backed into the kitchen. “I wasn't supposed to know. When then? With you were hovering over my sleeping body then?”

His face pinched in anger. “No, I would never do that to you. The time just never seemed right. Please (Y/N).” He brushed a hand against your plush cheek.

Striking his hand from away, you glared. “We've known each other for years Ceasar. Why wouldn't you trust me with something like this?” Tears began gathering in your eyes. You weren't sure if they were from frustration at his lies or your naivety.

Coming closer to you, a sudden look of rage came over his expression. The weight of a warm hand fell on your shoulder. “That isn't the only lie you've told tonight. Weren't you the one that admitted how her delicious body just radiated energy.”

His words rang in your head. The sleepless nights and lack of motivation after Ceasar's visits. Finally the pieces clicked in place. You were only an object to him. Though you had become much more knowledgeable since your last visit. Sliding a hand into your pocket, you glared at the man you had once considered a friend. “You know, I wasn't sure that the tea made with moon water would work. Your disguse was no match for it though. But it wasn't the only thing I found in my research.” Throwing the handful of salt in his furious face, you said. “I banish you from this home.”

Like a whirlwind he surged out of the nearest open window screeching. Darting over you shut and locked it. Placing a line of salt along the sill.

Turning to the ghost, you leapt and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “That was exhilarating!”

Wrapping his arms around you, he savored the feeling of you against him. “You did well little one. But will you not miss him.” He knew the wound was fresh. Still he had to know what your feelings were.

Dropping your arms you looked at him in ernest. “If I was only a source of food for him. Then it was time that I cut him out of my life. Would I have thought it would end like that.” You shrugged and let out a heavy sigh.

He stared at you for a moment. Noticing how much you had grown into the world of the supernatural. A sly smile slipped onto his face. “You know, your uncle left you a bit more than you were told of in his will. Though he did leave it up to me as your protector to decide if you were ready. It seems he was right about you all along.” He paused for a beat, he always was a sucker for tension. “Do you think you are prepared for another adventure?”

Smiling at up him, you said. “Well, that all depends. Will I be allowed to bring along a certain specter?”

Caressing a hand down your arm, he intertwined his fingers with your own. “I don't think that will be an issue.”

[banzaitaka]

Can i have hcs for jonathan, Speedwagon and Caesar having a s/o thats basically zhongli from genshin impact? (Thank you for answering my ask i was checking if your ok with this type of request:3)

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Sup

Ah, yes, my favorite kind of requesters. The ones who ask when they're not sure sifhoishdfoif

Seriously, thank you for asking first dsjfsoidf

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Robert E. O. Speedwagon x gn! reader

Ceasar Zeppeli x gn! reader

Trustworthy

One of the many things Jonathan loved about his partner the most was how they always kept their word. Always, with no exception.

They would never break a promise, or contract as they called it, and thus wouldn't just make empty promises left and right.

It gave Jonathan a sense of security, knowing he can place his trust in them at all times.

That comes in handy when (Y/N) is away for work, for example.

"I'll be gone for the whole day, but I'll be back for dinner, my dear.", they said, adjusting their clothes at the front door.

Jonathan lent a hand, straightening (Y/N)'s jacket collar, "I see. Promise me to be safe. The streets are getting quite rowdy during that time."

"I promise.", and with a peck to Jonathan's cheek, they walked out the door.

The blue-haired spent the day training and doing his own thing, occasionly looking at a clock to see how long it was until his partner's return.

As the time ticked by, Jonathan could feel the faintest of worry bubble up inside of him. Though he trusted (Y/N), he could never completely get rid of the fear of them getting hurt.

Jonathan took a seat at the dinner table after it has been set.

"They should be home any minute now...", he mumbled to himself. And not a second after, he could hear the front door open.

(Y/N) stepped into the room, smiling at Jonathan, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Not at all!", Jonathan exclaimed. He exhaled in relief, there was not a single sign of hurt or discomfort visible on (Y/N).

Which seems like the most basic thing in a relationship is what the blue-haired treasured the most.

Just not having to worry and being able to fully trust his partner, no matter the situation.

Knowledgeable

When Robert brought home that interesting looking rock to show (Y/N), he wouldn't have been shocked if they didn't know what kind it was. Even after listening to countless of rants about rocks and ores.

But to his surprise, (Y/N) had another whole wikipedia site in their head to go through.

Their knowledge was unlimited, it was always a question how they optained all of it.

It was fascinating to Robert and he absolutely loved hearing about it.

The two of them often sat together with a cup of tea, (Y/N) rambling on and on about something as Robert listened closely, trying to keep as many information in his head as possible.

And not only did he love that, but also the many interesting stories his partner had to offer as well. Countless adventures, unlimited knowledge and more?

It surely would never get boring with (Y/N).

That time as well, when the blonde handed (Y/N) the rock he found.

"Hmm...", they observed the structure and color of the rock in their hand, "This seems to be granite, a very common type of rock. Do you see the spots?", they moved their finger to point at the spots in question.

"Ah! Yes, I see it now. How couldn't I see it was granite before.", Robert laughed at his own obliviousness, sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

(Y/N) chuckled, "No, no, there is no need to be embarrassed. I'm happy you are so interested in hearing about the different types of rocks. This topic isn't as popular. And there is actually more that I could tell you about granite, plus a story I associate it with."

Robert's eyes lit up in excitement, "That sounds wonderful! My attention is all yours, my love!"

Forgetful

Tapping his fingers on the table, Ceasar looked at his partner with an unamused expression.

"Well?", he asked in an annoyed voice.

"My apologies, it seems that you were right.", (Y/N) folded their hands on the table, "I indeed forgot to bring any money."

Upon hearing those words, even though the blonde didn't expect anything else, Ceasar's expression grew even more annoyed than it already was.

How can a grown adult keep forgetting their damn wallet?

Ceasar groaned, "You-", he stopped himself, seeing the apologetic look on his partner's face. He sighed, "I just can't be mad at you for long, mi amore..."

(Y/N) smiled at him softly, "I will make it up to you, my dear.", they promised.

The blonde chuckled, pulling out his wallet to pay for their food, "I'm looking foward to it, mi amore.", he said with a smirk as he paid.

As soon as the two of them left the diner, the Italian wrapped his arm around his partner's waist, pulling them against his chest.

(Y/N), not phased at all, looked at Ceasar.

Ceasar took their chin in his fingers, "I'd like my repayment now."

"And what would you like as repayment?"

That question made the Italian pause for a second. The (Y/HC)-haired could be so oblivious, but it was actually cute sometimes.

"The way you can't tell already...", he leaned in, capturing (Y/N)'s lips in a long kiss.

[thatsthetriick]

Old Ceasar, Joseph and Old s/o

Summary: Here is old Ceasar and Old Joseph and Old reader in stardust crusaders. Disclaimer: none! Mentions of getting hurt but nothing too wild. Header: Horimiya Other writings: Masterlist~ Request/ask box: Click ere!

Old!Ceaser x s/o x Old! Joseph

❍ You and Joseph manage to convince Ceasar to not fight the pillarmen so he was saved. ❍ You all three are students of Lisa lisa with you being a year older Joseph and a 5 months younger from Ceasar (If i’m correct, Ceasar is 20) ❍ But obviously you all three parted ways and grew old, Ceasar still continue his hamon training and took over Lisa lisa and trained a few students. ❍ You in the other hand became a Model, you continue hamon training since you thought it could probably help you with your modelling career, and it could help you for self defense. ❍ Joseph actually didn’t want to invite you two but ever since you heard the news you and Ceasar talked once more to meet Joseph. ❍ The reunion between the three of you was honestly wholesome and sweet with Joseph and Ceasar messing around and teasing each other as you watch them and remember all the memories you all had when you were 18-20 years old. ❍ Ceasar looked like he aged a bit, perhaps his hair seemed shorter, but despite that he looked the same from years ago. ❍ You in the other hand did grow a few gray hairs (probably from stress) but you look like you haven’t change at all. ❍ Ceasar is 20x more protective of you and Joseph honestly. He’ll continue advicing Joseph whenever he does something stupid, Ceasar seems like he is still himself but just a bit wiser than who he was before, and more mature. ❍ He’ll probably stick with you more since you two knew each other longer before Joseph came in the picture and you three became the memorable trio that trained under Lisa lisa. ❍ Joseph would be protective of you as well, but unlike Ceasar he let’s you probably do your own thing. ❍ The three of you are still obviously iconic, everyone in the team knew who was with who and they for sure know you three are together somewhere. ❍ When you get the time the three of you would probably go in a bar or restaurant at midnight and chat the night away, honestly it seemed like a high school reunion so you three always did this.  ❍ Since Joseph always pays for the hotel room he and Ceasar would argue where you would sleep and whose Hotel room would you stay in. ❍ Kakyoin finds your friendship with the two cute honestly the three of you is the exact definition of best friends, you all did practically everything together, fight a stand together and all those other things. ❍ Joseph would open up his affair to you two first before Jotaro probably. “Joseph, you idiot!” Ceasar would stand up his seat as his gritted his teeth in anger. ❍ You would give a more mature response but recommending him to just confess it already than just to carry it till he dies. ❍ They will literally be stuck if they see you get severely hurt from a battle, they’ll literally get mad at  your attacker and try their best to take care of you. ❍ You three aren’t the type to leave each other behind so if one of you requests to be left behind and save themselves the two of your tiny best friend squad would save that person in need and scold them that they shouldn’t do anything ever again. ❍ This whole trip is the reason why you all are more closer together. ❍ At night time you probably give them your skin care routine, as in you’ll apply your skin care routine to the both of them as you all chill aroudn your hotel room, this is because you are a model so obviously you have a skin routine to take care of yourself, so you’ll basically give them beauty sheet masks and other skin care products.  ❍ Joseph would probably complain about you applying these things to his face but you still force him anyways and maybe he’ll slowly enjoy it but is in denial. Ceasar would be more cool about it honestly, he’d walk around with a face sheet mask while around your shared room. ❍ You and Ceasar still made it to part 4, and you two assisted Joseph in this part, honestly it was kind of sad that you and Ceasar couldn’t just age at the same pace as Joseph so that you three would grow old together.

Heya! ERE U GO! Requests are still open ;))))

[kabootarandishaan]

Hmmm mmm.....Why not an adorable Ceasar Zeppeli headcanon with a reader that just can't help but to make cheesy puns/jokes?

Caesar Headcanon

A/N: First request!! I really hope you enjoy it love! I was planning on doing a Caesar headcanon eventually so this ended up working out great! Anyways it worked out the reader is gender neutral so E for everyone!

-Bold. That was one word most people would use to describe Caesar Zeppeli. 

-He wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought. Although it would mostly manifest as flirtations, he still didn't hesitate when it came to seeing someone he liked. He liked seeing how people reacted to his words, his touches. He loved seeing people blush in response to his advances.

-That's why he was caught off guard when you came along. Your cheesy sense of humor and love for puns made it easy for you and Joseph to hit it off. It all started when he helped you in a fight. After being all battered and bruised you posed a joke.

-"Did you hear about the guy who got his left side cut off?" Joseph looked at you wide-eyed. "He's all right now." You both burst into a fit of laughter and since then you were buddies. So when he introduced you to Caesar you didn't hold back.

-Joseph told you he was a flirt so you made it your goal to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Hey Caesar, aside from being sexy, what else do you do?" At first he would roll his eyes at your sad attempts at pick up lines but he grew to like them. Maybe he was even starting to look forward to them

-Every day you'd come at him with a new line hoping to get some sort of reaction. You'd gotten used to the scoffs and eye rolls, and even if you didn't wanna admit it you were a little disappointed he wasn't picking up at your hints. One day you stopped, then it became a week and Caesar didn't fail to notice how all you gave him now and then was a smile or a nod. He pulled you aside one day to ask what was wrong.

-"Caesar Zeppeli you call yourself a flirt but you couldn't even pick up on any of my attempts to hit on you." You told him, irritated. He gave a little chuckle before turning your chin towards him."Cara, I'm sorry to disappoint you. How about I make it up to you. Do you like raisins amore?" You looked at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

-"How do you feel about a date?" He wiggled his eyebrows and gave you a smirk. You shook your head and gave his chest a light smack. "You're gonna get your license suspended for driving me crazy." You couldn't help but get the last word. You looked up to see him gazing at you, a softness in his eyes.

-He grabbed your chin once more this time slowly inching forward. You eagerly closed the distance by crashing your lips to his. You pulled away to see a slight redness over his cheeks. You smiled to yourself knowing that you made "The Caesar Zeppeli" blush.

[dilfartist]

As much as I love part 2 Joseph, I can’t deny the fact that Joseph is the type of guy to make fun of chubby girls while being attracted to them. The only time I could see him expressing his attraction is if he has a crush on a chubby girl.

[mahalsuya]

joseph joestar as your dad headcanons

bruh i really should have done this on fathers day but oh well 😀

cw: language, hint at character death, mention of fighting. SPOILERS FROM PT2!

gn!reader and enjoy 😌

omg if you’re his child that means your sister is holly literally so cute.

joseph would be such a good dad i can’t.

he’d be v over protective over you bc this is literally THE JOJO UNIVERSE

omg as a little kid he’d do little tricks with hamon to make you laugh or be entertained.

:(( thinks about :(( how ceasar :(( WOULD’VE BEEN :(( UNCLE CEASAR 😩😩

every day user of dad jokes AND HYSTERICALLY LAUGHS AT HIS OWN JOKES

as a kid you’d sleep on his stomach and he’d hold you so close 🥺

along with being protective enemy and dangerous people wise, HE’S PROTECTIVE OVER YOUR LOVE LIFE.

“i’m just saying if you have an s/o i’ll fight them if they hurt my baby”

a “cool” dad. he tries to stay in the trends but fails miserably.

“is this what the kids call “lit” these days??”

“pops- please stop-”

would tell you stories from his young days with ceaser

because he is the “cool dad” he wants to be your favorite parent AHAHAHHA

he also lets you have candy before bedtime SOMETIMES

he’d read you his comic books as bed time stories and be really expressive when reading the sound bubbles

not having a filter when you were younger-

“SON OF A BITCH” - joseph

“JOSEPH! not in front of your child!” - suzie q

he loves and adores you literally so much. you’re his pride and joy.

carrying you on his back or just picking you up a lot in general. also tickle fights

he loved to hug you and cuddle you but the cuddles became less frequent as you grew older.

spoiled you and holly sm pls

shares his, as jotaro would call it, “pointless crap” with you every time he sees something new.

“y/n listen to this new weird al parody with me!”

the whole fam watches disney films together on a non busy movie night 🥺

loved to chase you around and play peek-a-boo with you

even as you grow up, you’re bond is still very tight knit and close :)

during angsty teen years he had to go into semi strict dad mode and he offers advice whenever he thinks you need it.

he shares the things granny erina told him 🥺

if you think you can hide anything from him then think again LMAOO

he’s super intuitive and you’re literally his kid so he knows you even more than some enemy

he’s gonna know a vague idea on what’s wrong before you even think about telling him what happened

is so proud of you no matter what you do and he’s such a supportive dad

will always be there for you no matter how busy he is

this was kinda short but i hope you all enjoyed nonethelesssss :))

jjba masterlist

[cinamintyy]

JJBA sleeping hc's:

Part 2 of these hc's: ☆

A/N: I really liked doing the first part, so im doing one for battle tendency. (Has been in my drafts since August...)

Characters: Joseph Joestar, Ceasar A. Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa.

Joseph Joestar:

☆sleeps naked... (I just feel that for him)

☆If not naked then with boxers

☆Either sleeps for a long as time or not at all, either way still has a shit ton of energy

☆Snores... like he snores like a dad

☆Takes up the whole bed AND sleeps like a rock, so you either sleep on a tiny crevice of space or on him

☆He just gets so hot... which depending on the season, is either a blessing or a curse

☆ 5/10 (giving him that cause he's either one or the other)

Ceasar A. Zeppeli:

☆Pretty little princess #1

☆Probably wears satin nightwear to bed

☆has the best covers, I'm talking Egyptian cotton, cashmere. The works

☆His body heat stays neutral on the outside, but I like to think he fluctuates very easily.

☆He buys matching nightwear for you two

☆He likes holding you while he sleeps. It's very comforting for him

☆He has a strict night schedule or his sleep gets completely fucked and he'll be tired for the whole next day

☆ imma give him a 10/10 for obvious reasons

Lisa Lisa:

☆Pretty little princess #2 (except she's a bit meaner)

☆Strict bedtime routine

☆Bath, skincare, prepare room, herbal tea, sleep.

☆always wears short loose nightwear, if it's colder she'll just add more blankets

☆sleeps like a dead person. Once she picks her position, she stays in it the whole night, not making any peeps.

☆If you two are cuddling she is the big spoon, she hates the way it feels when breath tickles against her neck

☆If you bother her during any of this she's kicking you out of the bedroom for the night.

☆She loves you but she needs her beauty sleep

☆Wears a sleeping mask

☆8/10 deducting 2 because of how mean she can be sometimes, but otherwise really sweet)

[jojostylesposts]

hello 💓 if orders are still open, can you make general relationship headcanons for Caesar, Joseph (part 2) and Jotaro (part 3) with a slim thick fem reader please? if you can do that, I would be quite happy 😄. sorry for my english :b

Hi, luv💫 Sorry for the long wait💫 we hope you enjoy it!

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・

∞༺♥༻✧•Dating hcs•∞༺♥༻✧

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・

Ceasar Zepelli

- Ceasar is one cocky man

- He is so good with pick up lines, flirting and being overly an extremely detailed romantic person

- He knows what a partner wants to hear

- When it comes to you, you will have to deal even with the cheesiest pick up lines ever

- Let’s talk about his kisses for a sec

- You guys were in a normal conversation, you were basically talking about how your day had been and those big green eyes of his were focused on how your plump lips moved

- “Are you even listening?” You asked chuckling softly bitting your lip

- “Yes, amore.” He said with a raspy voice licking his lips

- That’s when you felt his hands on the back of your neck

- His face looked very focused as he closed the space between your lips and his

- Ohhhh the way he kisses is very addictive

- The things this man is capable of doing are beyond your imagination...yes he is capable of many things while on sexy time (;;;;

- He is also very protective since he’s been through hell and back

- If he feels that you are putting yourself in a dangerous situation or you do something he doesn’t agree of he will face you right away

- He is very straight forward

- When he gets angry you swear his eyes turn some sort of dark emerald green...pretty scary but kinda seccy ngl

- It’s hard for him to show affection due to some things on his past but you will always assure him that you are both here to learn how to love and care for one another

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・

Jospeh Joestar

- One crazy man, honestly

- Dating him would be a whole rola coaster of things you will never expect

- He’s full of surprises in all aspects

- The first time you guys met his first words were the following: “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

- You cringed.

- He went from being that attractive annoying sexy man to be yours truly

- Let’s talk about his kisses

- He bites. He loves biting on your lips before pulling away

- He loves grabbing your sides, caressing your gentle skin but when he’s really into it he loves to squeeze them hard just to hear your grunts

- What a tease he is what a damn tease

- But if you don’t give him a kiss before leaving he will be grumpy all day bc he is a crybaby

- “No, don’t talk to me.” He would say with a pout avoiding your eyes

- “You cry too much.” You would sigh amount with a hidden smirk

- While on a trip for a mission you two would....purposely get lost

- Make out sessions make out sessions

- The man loves touching you, he needs his large hands on you all the time even if it’s just holding your pinky finger

- He is a deep lover so he loves showing and receiving attention

- You love him endlessly and you two share such amazing love

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・

Jotaro pt. 4

- dilf dilf dilf ouu yes

- Oh my god this man get me in the feelzzz

- Jotaro is a very complicated man on all aspects

- He’s quiete and very reserved so sometimes getting to him might be difficult but never imposible since he has a soft spot for you

- He’s not very romantic but will try to get out of his comfort zone for you

- His kisses are intense, always full of lust and hunger

- He craves you, hands busy roaming all your body

- He loves to hear you gasping for air after breaking them heated kisses

- Hands on your neck, hands on your hair tugging quite hard...

- Okay, enough...I’m a simp for this man

- He loves long walks on the beach while holding your hand and enjoying the sunset

- He spends a lot of time on his office finishing his on going marine investigations

- When you feel him tense or stressed due to work, you would massage his shoulders to relieve the stress

- Other ways to relieve stress can also be performed on his office (;;;

- Anyways, he’s a good man that has been through hell and back and you understand every bit of it

[sohin-ace]

Ceasar - Prince Harming

Inspired by a scene from Sakamoto Desu Ga. I affectionate that show so much.

Enjoy~

"KYAAAAHHH~ IT'S CEAASAAAAR~!"

"WAAAH LOOK AT HIM!"

"CEASAR~!"

"OH MY GOD~ HE'S SO HANDSOME!"

"I LOVE YOU CEASAR~!"

Squeals and shrieks of joy and adoration echoed all throughout the school courtyard as all the girls in the class made space for one specific school heartthrob with blonde hair.

New laws and a wave of progress have washed all over Europe the past few years. Schools were starting to mix girls and boys together for the sake of equality of genders and chances at life. Your school, which was once an all-girls school, had just started hosting boys in.

There were only a handful of them so far, but despite the strict school rules of treating the new boys normally with all due respect and prevent inapropriate behaviors, the girls didn't seem to be able to resist at least one boy's strong charms.

Ceasar Zeppeli. A strong, angel-faced charming young man. His looks could only match his princely persona. Ever the gentleman, yet terrifying if messed up with, his hair of gold, emerald green eyes and ivory skin made him look like some character out of a romance story, or some ancient worshipped greek God.

Needless to say, he was admired all around the school and turned every head that passed by him. Respected by boys and thirsted over by girls.

You were currently in P.E. class, practicing Softball, staying in the sidelines in the far back and waiting for your turn which wouldn't come up in a good minute.

You didn't really get along with anyone in particular in school just yet. The year had started for only a month or so and you knew it would be a matter of time until you got attached to anyone in particular and made a friend, or a group of friends.

Everyone in class seemed nice enough, and you felt neutral about the newly-come males. Ceasar hadn't been any creepy towards you despite his flirty tendencies and even respected your boundaries, which you appreciated. In fact he had been pretty nice to you so far.

"GO CEASARINO~!"

"WE LOVE YOU~ YOU CAN DO THIS!"

You chuckled and shook your head as you were kneeling down to tie your shoelaces. "All those happy cheers... It's most definitely Ceasar's turn."

The praised blonde flirtily looked back at his audience and beamed a dashing smile, radiant like the sun itself.

"Step back ladies. I'm going to throw the ball now, I would hate for any of you beauties to get hurt." He spoke with his voice of velvet and the girls immediately squealed even louder, one even fainting from his pure majesty.

They all obeyed and cheered for him as he prepared to throw the ball with all his might, hoping to score as high as possible.

Alas, the very moment he threw the softball, sending it as far as his biceps permitted, his aim missed just slightly to the left, where you had just finished tying your shoelaces and got up to wipe dust off your sports uniform.

You could hear the voices switching from cheers to screams of horror. But before you could even comprehend what that was all about, you straightened up to look up at the scene, only to be met with the terrifying sight of darkness hitting you so violently and at such speed you were thrown off balance, your mind turning blank and your senses shuffled by the impact.

"Y/N!!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

White pain washed all over your face and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, the screams of your classmates muted by the dull ringing in your ears. Before long you felt yourself hitting the sandy ground below with a thud, your consciousness finally fading.

'...Warm.'

All you could feel was warmth against your cheek. It smelled nice and comforting, like men's perfume, yet mixed with something metallic.

You groaned softly as you got more and more aware of your surroundings and the throbbing pain in your nose. You slowly opened your eyes, the blinding sunrays blocked by the worried face of the handsome culprit of your demise.

"Ugh... Ngh... Cea... Ceasar...?" You weakly called, realising fully that he was holding you up dearly against his chest, his strong arms protectively secured around your form.

He looked down at you, his green eyes riddled with guilt. "A-are you okay Y/N? I'm so sorry! I have no excuse! This is terrible, you... you're bleeding!"

The princely playboy yelled curses upon himself and, although you realised your position and how you had never been this intimately close to a boy before, let alone the most popular and desired one in school, your attention was instantly brought to your runny nose.

You wiped a hand on the warm liquid to find out he was right. The phantom pain in your nose was accompanied by an intense bleeding.

"It's okay Ceasar, it's nothing!" You sheepishly reassured, already flustered with the situation and the attention you were getting.

"I-it's not good... The bleeding isn't stopping!" He clicked his tongue, his concern for you both sweet and exaggerated. "I have to do something!"

"It's fine, I promi-!"

Your jaw dropped mid-sentence when he suddenly reached over and grabbed a chunk of his shirt with his teeth, reaping the fabric off of his body like it was nothing but paper. Just who was this guy?

The girls behind him witnessing the whole scene could only scream with happiness as the object of their affection showed off his immense strength but also his amazingly built, and now bare, chest.

Your eyes widened and you gasped in shock, your face red with embarassment as this boy was seemingly stripping shamelessly for you.

"C-C-Ceasar!! What are you doing?! You don't have to- Uuuu-mnh!"

Just as you tried to protest and move away from him, your sudden movement triggered a sharp wave of pain and dizziness right to your head and you could only squeeze your eye shut tightly and hold your poor head, trying to suffer your haze through.

"Don't move Y/N!" Ceasar ordered, holding you tighter against him as he gently brought the piece of fabric from his shirt to your nose. "You've lost a lot of blood, I can't have you get an anemia head rush and faint on me!"

You were overwhelmed by the ordeal and could only listen to him as you held the fabric to your nostrils, bearing with the light-headedness that wouldn't leave you and scared that you would pass out again if you looked around too quick.

"I just sent the class rep to call the school nurse." Your P.E. teacher approached you two as he noted the incident down for report. "She'll be waiting for you, please go to her office right now."

Ceasar nodded with determination. "Thank you sir. I'll take her right away."

As you sniffled you almost choked on your own blood when you felt Ceasar's hands move under you to lift you off the ground bridal style as he got up himself. You gasped and desperately grabbed onto him for support, not knowing he was more than confident in his own strength to lift you up.

"Cea-" You meekly squeaked in surprise.

"KYAAAAAHH Y/N SO LUCKYYYY~"

"I WISH THAT WERE ME~"

"CEASAR LOOKS LIKE A PRINCE DIO MIO~"

"DO ME NEXT PLEASE!!"

Incessant squeals of fangirls almost made you forget about your painful bloody nose and, helpless, you let Ceasar carefully take you to the nurse's office.

When you two were away from earshot and by extension, from the school courtyard, you finally mustered enough courage to speak through the awkward silence.

"I-..." He curiously glanced down at you. "Thank you, Ceasar... And I'm sorry..."

He seemed taken aback. "...Sorry? What for? I'm the one responsible for this. I caused you harm, this is below the least I can do for you. You have nothing to apologize for."

He looked so pained and guilty, like he had hurt himself more than he had hurt you.

It did hurt and the sudden blood pressure drop was clearly not a funny experience, but accidents happen. And he was handling the situation with such care you couldn't say you were mad at him at all.

"I'm so sorry Y/N... I'll make it up to you, I promise. I won't forget this. I'll do anything to redempt myself..."

"You speak like some kind of mafioso who lost his honour or something." You chuckled sweetly and removed the fabric from your nose to get a better look of his eyes. "It's okay, don't beat yourself up. Look, I'm troubling you the most. You're carrying me, and you tore your shirt for me and you're worrying over me..."

You quietly listed all the reasons to make him feel less heavy on the scale of sin he had put his own self upon. You were so kind to him, so forgiving. He knew you were a simple and quiet person but he never got to have a personal moment to figure you out better.

It was only then that Ceasar realised as he listened to your cute little rambling, how small you looked in his arms and how adorably goofy you were with your red nose. And how his idiotic self never noticed someone so precious in his own class.

He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the school corridors and stared down at you, his expression much more serious yet still incredibly gentle on you.

Confused about his unexpected halt, you spoke up. "Uh, Ceasa-"

"Keep toying with my heart like that and you'll have to take responsibility for what I'll do to you." He huskily whispered, his face only inches away from yours.

You didn't know if he meant to threaten you, but you could only nod shyly in understanding, eyes wide and stunned out of your mind, your blood rushing back to your already bloody face and your heart pounding in your ears.

You couldn't comprehend what had pushed him to say that so suddenly, all you knew was that he was dead serious and that you may lose something precious the next time you mess with him.

"There you are you two! Come on in, quick. You have a lot of explaining to do." The school nurse called from the doorway to her office only a few feet away, beckoning you both to enter.

Ceasar brought you in, insisting on helping the nurse to tend to your injury and keep watch over you.

You were never worried about finding a close mate for the school year after that.

The mixed-sex school dates are highly innacurate of actual History by the way.

[cutesmiling]

ᎮᏗᏝᏋ ᎷᎧᎧᏁᏝᎥᎶᏂᏖ

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡☆ﾟ.*･｡☆ﾟ.*･｡

I kissed him in the moonlight. He was wearing jeans, and I had on a shirt that had a stain from my lunchbox; he’d gotten it for me last semester and insisted I wear it, It smelled like his cologne, something floral with a hint of vanilla; my favourite.

We were laying under our tree at night, and there wasn't anything but the sound of crickets for miles, and stars for hours beyond. The moon was out, so full it seemed to be about to burst into flames, and the sky was black. I ran my hands through his blonde hair and pressed my lips against his.

"You taste like gum," he said, pulling back, and laughing when I stuck my tongue out at him, "Hey!"

I pulled him close and kissed him again. His hand found its way down to my side and rested gently against it. His thumb traced circles on my skin. I took advantage of this brief reprieve to pull away again, and look up at him.

He smiled and leaned forward. Our foreheads touched, "Can I ask you something?" He whispered.

"Yeah."

My eyes fluttered shut as his fingers traced circles over my ribs; the sensation sent a ripple down to my toes.

"Have you thought about what happens now? After graduation?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight. It sounded like an echo from a long time ago.

"Of course," I replied

, "I've been dreaming about this, for months, you know."

He kissed me again and laughed softly when I rolled my eyes.

"We'll probably go back home then. Get jobs somewhere, maybe start our own little family. You can teach English or whatever you want to do with your degree."

"And then..." he trailed off

,"we'll have kids too. Lots of them, I hope. At least three. Maybe four."

His voice dropped even lower, becoming almost unintelligible

, "I love you."

"I know."

"Will you marry me?"

I blinked open my eyes and looked up at him. For once, he looked nervous; his gaze darting around nervously, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His eyes held no trace of humour, only worry; he hadn't smiled since he' s asked that question. I bit my lip and stared at the stars, trying to find the right words.

"Yes," I finally murmured.

He grinned widely before kissing me again. This kiss was softer than the previous one, less frantic. I melted into him, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.

He kissed me again and I pushed myself into him more tightly, pressing my body closer. His hand moved upwards and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling my mouth away from his so he could speak, "Really?"

"Yes really," I repeated giggling.

You knew Caesar was the one for you because he made you smile, every second of every day.

Because he made you laugh, no matter how many times you cried. Because he made you feel special, because he loved you unconditionally. Because he made everything feel okay, even if just for a moment.

He makes you happier than you ever think you can get.

Caesar made you forget about the world outside of his arms. He made you feel safe. And you loved him more than anything else in the entire universe.

You're in love, and there's nothing else in the universe that matters. Not anymore.

Not after that kiss.

[jeraywrites]

Your english is perfect! 💜 I would like headcanons with this idea: Caesar and fem! Reader are Lisa Lisa's students, they get along. Reader has a crush with Joseph, she tells Caesar and he says Joseph likes her too, but he's in "practice" flirting with Suzie Q, and reader gets jealous, so Caesar starts helping by making Joseph jealous (flirting around s/o) and Joseph screams to Caesar: "That's not fair! You know i fancy her!" In front of the reader, who just hugs Joseph being blushed. ✨

Thank you so much! Writing for you guys is a great practice. I loved the request, it was really funny idea. Also I'm really sorry it took so long, while still being so short, I was having a longer break from social media. Hope you like it anyways 💚

HC - Fem!Reader making Joseph jealous out of her jealousy

You didn't even know how much fun Ceasar had while being a wingman for you two. He just didn't understand why Joseph wanted to flirt with you, if he knew you like him back. Practicing it on Susie Q was even dumber idea, but also an occasion for him to make fun out of you.

He didn't tell you why Joseph is acting like that, so you were getting more and more upset about it. And then you came up with an idea.

When you offered Zeppeli to make Joseph jealous and flirt with each other he agreed immediately. You discussed some ways of acting near JoJo and did it everytime you had a chance.

Sometimes you were talking quiet, sometimes you were laughing at his jokes. Looking into each other eyes deeply was obligatory. He started even holding your hand when Joseph was still acting like everythings fine.

He actually hadn't realised that you were flirting at first, but when he started actually paying attention to what you say and how you act he was getting more and more angry at Ceasar and dissapointed that you don't actually like him back. He didn't understand why would his friend do that to him.

So when he saw you together on some day, looking like you're having some sort of interesting conversation while holding hands, he just couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted at Ceasar "Hey, that's not fair! You know I fancy her!". He got even more angry seeing as your friend started to laugh. Fortunately before he done anything to him, you hugged JoJo.

He was really surprised at first, but finally hugged you back blushing a bit when Zeppeli left the room you were in.

"I love you, dumbass, why were you flirting with Susie Q if you like me?" you smiled looking up at him, also blushing.

"I could ask the same thing" he laughed. "I just wanted to practice."

"Why would you do that? I just wanted to make you jealous and finally confess to me" you said honestly.

"Wait you knew? And hell, you did make me jealous" he admitted.

"And vice versa. But my plan worked, so I have no regrets"

As you explained everything to each other you had to join Ceasar, who cracked some jokes about you two, and hurry for a lesson with Lisa Lisa. While walking you also set up a date in the town.

[zippers-flowers-and-wine]

Silly Drabble based on a convo w/ @wonderfulwacko

You... You really don't know where he got that cursed thing.

It rolled over his fingers like magic, following the curve of his knuckles, and rolling lazily up his shoulder to balance in the divot between his spine and the small, long and flexing fin that was jutting out of his back and clear along his spine.

When the... merman had come splashing up to you while you were swimming, the first (and quite frankly, the most obvious) thing you did was scream and scramble for shore. I mean, who wouldn't? A massive moray eel swims up to you, grinning like a madman while extending his arms like he was going to snatch the life straight from your body.

Yeah, peace out.

He had been faster than you though, flicking around to cut you off with that same boyish grin and excited eyes as he thrust his hand palm up at you. You had backpedaled, shrilly confessing, "AHHH!! I'M SORRY FOR USING YOUR PANTS TO CLEAN THAT BLEACH!!"

That was just one, mildly embarrassing because the truly embarrassing ones are being taken to your grave, deathbed confession... Among others that you had squealed as the moray - along with his parrot fish friend - watched and waited for you to calm down.

You later learn that they had placed bets on how long you'd be freaking out for.... Joseph won, but only by a minute or so.

Once you finally notice that you are NOT, in fact, being dragged under the waves to be devoured or used as a living incubator for their young, you pause your screaming to peek through your arms. The larger, and somewhat paler man-fish is still grinning, and he's holding a purple and tan yo-yo on the tip of one of his fingers and you blink.

Okay... Sea monster that just wanted to show you a to- he's doing tricks....

Yup, after showing you the child's toy, he started playing with it. He skims it over the surface of the water, flicking it back up and over his head in an arc of water and colour. The swirling pattern on it was purely hypnotic, so much so that you barely notice his colourful friend stick a hand in front of your eyes and wave it.

The grinning one wheezes, twisting the yo-yo some more and suddenly you were on the docks, out of the water and with a killer headache.

That was 25 years ago.

Now you were still friends with the rugged creature, maybe more scarred and grayed around the edges, but friends and as his friend you wanted to know oh so desperately WHERE DID HE FIND THAT THING???

You hadn't seen one since you were 19, back when everything in the world hadn't been so screwed and seeing him roll a Fushigi ball along his shoulders and back as Caesar hummed some hypnotic tune was the most surreal thing you've ever seen in your 45 years of life that you had to ask it outloud.

Caesar turned, flashing you his patented "Caesar is unimpressed but not annoyed" look. "I dunno. He's been playing with it for days though." Said merman grins over his shoulder, rolling the silver ball up his shoulder and onto his fingertips where he balances it back and forth. Joseph is watching you as he waves it, rolling it across his knuckles while brandishing it at you and grinning.

"Really, JoJo?" The mute siren doesn't respond, grinning and waggling his ear fins. You try to glare at him, you really do. But when he starts bouncing the Fushigi in time with his eyebrow bounce and fin wiggles, you giggle. "Okay, okay. I'll look at the damn thing." Staring into your stretched reflection, you start taking in all the distorted wrinkles, age spots and graying hairs that make up your face. God, time flies so fast... Too fast.

The world blurs as nostalgic memories force themselves to the forefront, memories of silly pranks on the local fishermen, small bantering sessions always cut short by the intimidating electric eel they called their sensei, and lazy afternoons spent swimming all hazing your mind. Your head aches, so you hiss when someone yells something.

Still dazed, you hiss and hold your head, shrieking when that hand is grabbed and used to pull you under. With water in your nose and stinging your eyes, you strike out, kicking and thrashing in a blind panic. Hands grab your face, so you squint fearfully. A face barely registers in your mind, graying brown strands of hair floated around a stubble spotted face.

When Joseph pushes you back up, you can hear Caesar yelling at him for putting you under hypnosis like that so you dazedly ask, "Wait, really?"

They both turn to you, and Joseph wheezes mournfully. "It's fi-fine Jo. Just... What happened?"

"Well, stronzo here wanted to see if he could still nonverbally hypnotize people if he had a different thing."

"Uh huh... And his first idea was to use it on me?"

An apologetic whine.

"....dude, you're an idiot."

An offended wheeze and you grin.

What an absolute fool.

[eris-writes-jojo]

Head canons with Ceasar and his SO going on 1st date vs their 100th date?

(mild suggestive content below)

First Date: Despite his reputation as a flirt, you decide to accept when Caesar asks you on a date. He takes you to his favorite restaurant and insists on buying you a copious amount of wine. He is very obviously trying to get into your pants with all of his compliments. It’s somewhat insulting that he thinks such a transparent approach will win you over—but damn it, he’s so handsome, it’s working!

Hundredth Date: If Ceasar has his way, the two of you will be married by the hundredth date. Despite his promiscuity, he was always a hopeless romantic. He acts far more down-to-earth now that he’s comfortable with you, though he’s never toned down the compliments. Now that he’s shown you his genuine self, he can’t imagine being with anyone else. Regardless of whether you’ve agreed to marry him yet, he still has eyes only for you, and he’ll want to satiate his ridiculous sexual appetite before the night is through. But first, he takes you out on the town and buys you gelato. It doesn’t have to be fancy, as long as he’s with you.