Hhhh Idk If Youre Strictly 18+ But If You Are I Swear I Wont Follow But,,, Spare SDC Joseph X Reader

Hhhh idk if you’re strictly 18+ but if you are I swear I won’t follow— but,,, spare SDC Joseph x reader hcs 🥺💦 I’m starving— if you can’t do him Avdol is definitely fine too 👀

Author’s Note: I feel like I have never clarified the status of my account until now, but I am gonna be strictly 18+. For my SFW works, I can’t say I mind minors interacting with them from the tag page, but I certainly won’t respond to them since I, a 20 year-old, don’t see interacting with minors as ideal. As for my NSFW works, (there are none as of now, but there certainly will be later on) there will be several warnings to drive the minors away, and I won’t hesitate to block a minor if I see them following or liking my 18+ stuff. This is a mouthful, but long story short, I’m going to do your request, but only because I hadn’t made the restriction clear before.

SDC Joseph Joestar X Reader HCs

Dude’s your sugar daddy. Even if that’s not what the two of you would label your relationship as, that’s literally what’s going on.

You, a 20 something year-old college student, and him, a 67 year-old real estate mogul? Sounds very suspicious, especially since all of your classes were paid at once seemingly out of nowhere.

Of course, Holly and Suzi Q are not aware of the situation. In fact, Suzi believes you to be her husband’s well-trusted assistant, which makes your relationship a bit more exhilarating.

As for Joseph’s treatment throughout the relationship, he’d be very playful.

Expect tons of jokes and tickles from him, the man’s still playful after all this time.

He’s not as aggressive as his 18 year-old self, but can be assertive at times.

He’d spend SO MUCH money on you, he really wants you to stay, and you constantly have to reassure him that you aren’t some material girl that only chooses to stay for the items.

Joseph would definitely find this trip to Egypt relieving in a sense because now he can finally sleep with you in his arms rather than renting a hotel room and claiming he has a meeting.

Did I mention that he’d spend a ton of money on you? My man is a MILLIONAIRE, he has enough money to spend.

If he even catches you glancing at an item, consider it yours. He’d buy it for you in a heartbeat.

A bit of a bonus, but Jotaro would be annoyed with the two of you. His disrespect towards women and the fact that his (absent) grandfather is cheating on his grandmother just morphed into a bit of a grudge against you. The only reason he puts up with it is because he doesn’t want to cause trouble with his few allies.

Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Guido Mista with an emotionless male crush that had a loving stand

Ask: Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Author's Note: yes. This is the trope that always gets me, so yes.

HE WOULD BE SO GIDDY EVERYTIME IT HAPPENED.

Like, some flowers from the emobident of his dream boy's soul? yes please!

After seeing how you deny it, he decides not to bring it up in hopes of you not getting too embarrassed.

However, he knows. He's definitely not stupid and was able to pick up that you reciprocated his feelings.

He would have a collection of little trinkets that your stand collected from him.

And the Sex Pistols? THEY'D LOVE IT IF YOUR STAND EVER GAVE THEM ATTENTION

They're already spoiled by Guido, but another stand? Their owner's potential boyfriend's stand to be more specific? THEY'D BE ON CLOUD 9

Guido's just counting his days until you fess up to having a crush, but for now, your stand's love is enough for him.

Hi! Just found your blog and I wanted to ask for a request: How about a oneshot involving Jotaro, Reader and Jolyne? Either Reader can be Jolyne’s step mom or bend reality and make her Jolyne’s actual mom. Have fun with it! Thanks!

Author’s Note: AHHHHH i love these kinds of fics :] Reader is Jolyne’s stepmom, and Jolyne is approximately 11 years old

Hell’s Kitchen

With a gasp, you dodged the white powder that came flying towards your face. “Jolyne!” you chortled, “The cake batter is already in the oven; there’s no need for the flour anymore!”

The girl giggled and reached back into the bag of flour, scooping as much as possible in her minuscule hands, before tossing another load at you. This time, you had grabbed the nearest ingredient to retaliate.

An egg, straight from the carton.

You quickly strode towards her and cracked the egg in your hand before rubbing it all over Jolyne’s hair, making her gasp and laugh in glee. You picked her up before spinning her around.

The moment was interrupted by the ding of the oven. You set Jolyne down before grabbing the oven mitts that had been left on the counter. You pulled on the oven door and grabbed the pan, careful not to grip it too tightly in fear of the mitts’ insulation failing on you. You set the cake pan onto a mat and removed the gloves.

Jolyne had quickly followed, bringing the frosting and some icings to decorate and sign. You put the icing into separate piping bags, (F/C) for you and a neon green for Jolyne. By the time you had finished, the cake seemed to have cooled down.

Taking the tray-like piece of the cake container, you set the baked treat onto it before grabbing two spatulas and handing one to Jolyne. Her green eyes dazzled as she scooped up a glob of the cream cheese frosting and dumped it onto the cake’s top.

You grabbed your spatula and motioned for her to turn the cake stand as you spread the frosting along the sides, trying to even it out as much as possible. By the time the two of you had finished with the layer of frosting, Jolyne was literally bouncing in her chair.

You ruffled her hair as she pounced for the icing and started decorating the cake’s sides with sloppy hand-drawn butterflies. When she finished with her little doodles, you had her stand on the chair as she signed her name on the top. You did the same before adding a little message with a smile.

You sighed in relief as the tedious process, that had been turned into a bonding moment between you and your step-daughter, had finally been finished. Jolyne had grabbed the lid to the stand and secured the cake. She then waltzed into the living room, with you in tow, and began to watch cartoons as the two of you drifted off on the couch.

~

Jotaro entered the house with a sigh, placing his hat and coat on the rack before slipping off his shoes and entering the house. His eyes widened as he saw how much of a mess had been made in the kitchen.The attention drifted to the laughs of his daughter and you, joking about just how horrible Jolyne was at Uno.

Jolyne was the first to notice her father’s presence and ran towards him, ambushing Jotaro with a hug. You walked toward him and offered a kiss, to which Jolyne gagged at, before grasping his hand and leading him to the table.

On it was a cake that had messy butterflies and a message plastered on top: “(Y/N), Jolyne, and an upcoming Kujo.”

Sofia

Yukako Yamagishi X Fem! Reader

based on the song “Sofia” by Clairo

The neon lights from the local gas station seemed blinding when accompanied by the near-velvety night sky, but the cherry slush in your hands was your main focus as of now. A blush settled on your cheeks as you looked to the right to see your best friend, her figure looking almost angelic when highlighted by the intense light of the corner store. She gave a coy smile that, as usual, you returned in a heartbeat.

Yukako Yamagishi had never felt so conflicted. Her emotions weren’t natural according to society, but she couldn’t help herself from imagining how soft your lips must’ve felt, or how amazing your (e/c) eyes were. She was very sure that you had felt the same for her due to the bashful expression that always crossed your face whenever she smiled at you.

Staring at the sugary raspberry drink on her lap, she slowly inched her hand towards yours and grasped it. You jolted, but once you realized it was only Yukako, you blushed heavily and laced your fingers with hers. There the two of you sat in the car in a comfortable silence until Yukako broke it.

“(y/n),” the girl began, “we shouldn’t feel like something forbidden. We both love each other, and that is all the criteria needed for a proper relationship.”

You turned your head and caressed her cheek. You then moved her face towards you and pressed your lips against hers. The taste of the slush and strawberry lip gloss was intoxicating, and you just couldn’t seem to get enough. When you pulled away, she gave the brightest smile and leaned back into the car seat with a blissful sigh. Things would definitely be alright between the two of you.

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."

Oneshot where Mista accidentally motorboats his crush's chest (can be fem ifvyou want)

Author’s Note: i’m- jfdksdk your wish is my command, anon. I’VE BEEN LAUGHING AT THE TITLE FOR A WHILE NOW FJDSLAJL

Warning: pretty suggestive, no minors pls.

Crash Landing

“Guido, I’m gonna need you to keep an eye out for any suspicious cars that might be following. Fugo can’t be the only one keeping an eye out, and I need to touch up my makeup before we get there.”

Before he could get a word out in response, you put down your mascara and reached for your makeup bag. “Oh, and put on your seatbelt. We can’t have you flying out the car if there’s a crash.”

Mista rolled his eyes and fully turned toward you before mimicking as though he were a parrot, “Oh, and put your seatbelt o-”

“SHIT.”

The screeching of the brakes was heard before the car lurched, only for Mista to come crashing down on you. More specifically, he came crashing down on your tits. The dress that you had worn for the mission gave him full access to your chest, thus having him nose-deep in between your boobs.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You could admit, you did find the gunslinger attractive, but this was still very embarrassing. He jolted up and, with a red face, started spewing apologies.

With an equally reddened face, you stammered a classic “it’s fine” before turning to the window.

Laughter erupted from the white-haired boy up front, prompting you to kick the back of his seat and praying for this mission to go by quickly, Guido’s blushing face forever etched in your mind with the hope of him returning your feelings.