I think you should write Hoeseph (not the wrinkly old prune one) x reader general hcs (ill give you a kiss if it's good which it probably will be)
Okay lol
Joseph Joestar General Dating Headcanons
Gender neutral reader
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╰┈➤ 100% a goofy boyfriend. If you asked him for a kiss he would be all like "Pucker up darling!" and cuff your face in one or both of his hands.
╰┈➤ He always tells you about his hamon and the things he's done with it. He tells you about Caesar after his death.
╰┈➤ If you do anything nice for him like buy him a gift he would keep on a cool act when accepting it. He won't tell you but later on he cherishes it like it's the only thing he has left.
╰┈➤ Before he started dating you he always tried to keep up a cool act. He was also pretty flirtatious but inna goofy way. He probably uses or used those pickup lines where it's like "your lips would look better on mine"
╰┈➤ He's 6'5, so I feel like he DEFINITELY teases you about your height. If you're really short, for dates he probably would take you to an amusement park and take you to rides you can't ride on accident. But he would make it up to you, probably by buying you cotton candy or winning a prize for you.
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Help this was my first JoJo fic and I haven't watched JoJo in a hot minute so I hope this is good
I know I just asked for Jospeh fluff, but boy oh boy I want some ~soft~ Joseph content
(Oh BOY)
You layed in bed. You had just woken up from a rather long nap. You stared off into space, laying on your side.
Suddenly tou felt another weight on the mattress, it made you bounce.
“Hey!”
You spoke out and turned to see an exited Joseph. You didn’t know why he was exited. You supposed that might just be his perpetual mood. You turned back over, looking away from him. He frowned.
“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, moving imself closer to you. You sighed. You weren’t sure what exacly was wrong. You just mentally and physically felt awful that day. You were as curious as he was.
“Nothing.” You replied, resting your head on your hands.
““Hey.” Joseph spoke fom behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, He turned you over.
“You know you’ve never been good at lying. I would know.” The smile on his face was small, but visible. His green eyes made your heard skip a beat. You turned towards him.
“I don;t know. Really, I don’t.” You looked away from him. He reached forward to touch the tip of your nose, leaving it there momentarily.
“Well, can I do anything? Is there a single ting?” He asked you, pulling his finger away. You couldn’t help but become red in the face.
“I dunno. I feel weird.” You ciofessed, but your smiled didn’t fade. He shifted even closer.
“Would a kiss help?” His words made gigle lightly. You nodded.
Joseph doesn’t get shy easily but you give him butterflies. Something about your smile, the way your voices gets when you’re excited. He can’t help but smile at the little things. You get him in a way he’s never been gotten before. He appreciates you and shows you in ways like showering you in affection and you know he’s a gentleman who loves a good gesture. He remembers all your favorites and surprises you with them often. He wants to bring you joy so he can see that smile he loves so much from that person he adores beyond belief.
art @josukespimphand written for @spaceispeachy <3
can i get an imagine for cuddling with jojo in bed?
I’m gonna start with some head cannons then get into an imagine :)
Joseph + cuddling Headcannons
-Joseph runs hot, but he likes to have a lot of blankets on his bed
-he also has a lot of pillows
-Jojo can get a little handsy if his partner is okay with it, he likes to grab you and pull you close.
-big spoon king but will let you hold him any way you’d like
-sometimes he has to get out from under the sheets because he runs so hot but he likes something at least a sheet or just duvet on him and feet tucked in (when possible for this tall man)
A lazy morning with Joseph…
You wake up as an arm gently reaches out and a hand runs down your back and to your waist to pull you close. A smile curls your lips as you let your eyes flutter open and be pulled into Joseph’s warm embrace. Currently two sheets separate your skin, but you peel them back off your body so he can hold you close.
Once he realizes you’ve woken up you hear a low morning chuckle, “Good morning, my sweet” as he pressed a kiss into the back of your head.
“Morning, Jojo,” you give back, snuggling into the embrace. You let your skin touch as he wraps his arm around you tighter. He nuzzled his forehead into the top of your head and you let out a yawn.
Rolling over to face your lover, your noses smush together and you both giggle as you adjust to rest foreheads against each other.
His warm fingertips trace up and down your arm, sending tingles through your body.
“Did my darling sleep well?” He asks, smile shining through his sleepy eye.
You smile back, nodding which moves his head with yours, making you let out a light laugh.
Before you can even get in a word you’ve been pulled into Joseph’s chest and his lips breath against your ear, “Y/N, would you do the honor of staying in bed with me all day?”
“Well of course my love!” You feel your lips curl into a grin as his arms pull you back and then his hand lifts your chin to bring your lips together.
warnings; TW: Abuse (not sexual), a sprinkle of crack fic, you will laugh so hard you’ll shit yourself, vomit mention, joseph and reader are fuck buddies
Honestly, Joseph had never really thought of playing around with your mirror image. Sure, you quite often would please his sadistic desires back at the manor, but during matches you’d simply be just like any other survivor to him. An annoying cockroach haha not literally- that he’d simply treat like any other survivor, which to your pleasure, meant no holding back in terms of aggressiveness. The problem was, however, that this round he was feeling scarily fired up, particularly because of an argument you two had earlier in the day.
Okay, so maybe you refused to properly pronounce baguette. Maybe, you may have insisted it be spelt bageuette. Worst of all, you put raisins in the goddamn loaf of bread before pulling that disgraceful monstrosity out of the oven. Usually when he screamed strings of French swear words you felt strangely turned on, but this time it was just too ridiculous for even your godly amount of horniness to bother to show up.
Normally you managed to hide your mirror image well enough for him to overlook, but not this time. This time, his cultural passion for that glorified stick of erect yeast must have fuelled his anger towards your disgraceful ass.
When you saw him down your mirror image, you started to feel a twinge of excitement. What would he do to you? Your mind began to race with possibilities, and so did his. Unfortunately things did not go according to your desires.
Almost immediately you were incapacitated, before the hesitation began. In this state, he could to anything to your helpless mirror image, and you would feel it all. Every slice he dug into your skin, every throbbing bruise and drip of blood that left your body. The best part was, you would feel that pain all at once, within the fraction of a moment as the mirror world collapsed.
But then, he had a better idea.
Words could not describe the horror you felt when you realized just what kind of abuse he would be inflicting.
He ballooned your body and tossed it like a potato sack onto the Moonlit River Park roller coaster and spammed the button the whole time. You also didn’t miss out on the Merry-Go-Round, and he made sure to position you on the slide so that your skin would skid on the hard metal as you slid down. Not only all that, but he happily threw you off some high platforms several times.
With that satisfaction he chaired your Mirror Body and found your location in the real world to watch the chaos unfold. When it collapsed you must have been catapulted to the other side of the map, and he made sure to stand there watching as you cowered and vomited yourself to oblivion, too disoriented to do a single thing. By this time your entire team had already deemed you a lost cause and escaped.
Luckily for you, he realized something even better. Every time he set up the mirror world it would capture your exact state within the moment he took the photo. Every sentiment you felt would be experienced two-fold once the world collapsed, doubling each time it was set up.
The match must have lasted over an hour. By the end, he actually brought you to the dungeon, and he never let anybody escape through the dungeon before.
Look what you made him do. You actually made him pity you. Such a shame, and not the kind you enjoyed.
Back at the manor your suffering ensued, and he wouldn’t allow anybody to come near you to help. You weren’t even capable of screaming expletives at him as he smiled slyly while handing you the raisin-bageuette.
“With all that vomiting, you must be hungry. Why don’t you eat one of your...”
“You suck at this, Joseph. I don’tmean to be ruse, but...” Joseph sat across from you at the small square table. A checker board rested before you. He stared at it inently. All of his peices were on your side. He rested his head on his fist, elbow on the table. He groaned.
“No. No, I don’t suck. It’s just not my day, that’s all.” He tried to make an aexcuse like he always did. You hopped one of your peices over his last remaining two , winning the game for the 4th time. You leaned back and crossed your arms, smiling,
“Uh-huh, bad luck.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Joseph groaned once more.
“It’s rigged, the game is rigged,” He continued trying to convince himself that there was a reason he was losing rather than accepting that he simply sucked. You leaned forward.
“‘Joseph.” You spoke his name. He looked at you with his bows furrowed. waiting for you to speak.
“You’re a sore loser. It’s not a good look on you.” You teased him, grinning. He scoffed, looking away momentrarily before he looked back, reaching over to grab the collar of your shirt, tugging you towards him.
“Do you want to say that again?” He glared at you. Your smile turned into a smirk, leaning yourself farther forward do that your noses touched.
“You’re a sore loser.” You said it again. Joseph couldn’t stay mad, so he kissed you, it was rough. He was still frustrated...and he would be for the rest of the day.
