#Gyro Zeppeli x reader

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

“I love you.”

Various jjba characters and how they express their affection for you

Content: lots of fluff and physical affection, inclusion of Dio being shallow and manipulative, alcohol and alcoholism mentioned, slightly suggestive

Written in headcanons style

Characters: Joseph Joestar (part 2), DIO, Rohan Kishibe, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Gyro Zeppeli

-Joseph Joestar: You will be drowning in his loud affection one way or another. Such a physically affectionate partner, his lips pressed all over you, a constant flirt with wandering hands (and sometimes wandering eyes). He always aims to impress you or show off, and makes an effort to remember your likes and dislikes. He might tease, but he’s usually careful to not push you too far. Always jumping in to defend you; your sad face cuts him deeper than you know. You shouldn’t ever have to cry out of anguish, it is something he simply won’t stand for. If you do cry around him, you can guarantee he won’t be resting til you’re smiling again. He puts every effort into making you feel better when you’re down; it’s one of the rare moments you see him choose to behave seriously in front of you.

-DIO: Love…When you’re around him and he says his affection for you is deep and endless, it is very believable. He had such a way with words he could convince you of most anything, honestly. He could tell you you were the only one he ever saw, his favorite, he wishes he could spend his eternity by your side and of course he would if it wouldn’t be so cruel to take your humanity by turning you into a vampire. Or so he says.

It sounds ridiculous when you reflect on it when you’re away from him. Of course he’s just telling you what you want to hear, why do you keep coming back?!

And yet you return and return and return. Even though it was only shallow lust, if it came from Lord Dio it felt like you were with your soulmate. Maybe that’s the limit of the affection he will ever feel for you. A lust, a desire just deep enough that he will put some effort into taking care of you. His “love” comes from words, waxing empty poetic to you. And, of course, promising to give you whatever it is you truly want. He will make it happen. All you need to do is swear your loyalty to him, and he will grant you any desire you seek…

And if that desire is him? You can have your fill whenever you please~

-Rohan Kishibe: He is not a subtle man, nor does he try to be. A mere glance will show you the true impact you have on him…after all…you so often appear in his works. And so blatantly too. This character has your eyes. That character has a birthmark just like yours. One says things you would say. One dresses in your style. A piece of you, each time. It is how he wants it. He is proud to admit you are his ultimate muse, his favorite inspiration. Whenever he’s fighting art block, he turns to you.

Though, he is not so good with actually verbalizing the depths of his affection for you. He’s not the best at physical affection either. He won’t hold hands for long, he often doesn’t know how to respond to kisses and hugs, and usually he doesn’t get too close at night, if he even comes to bed at all.

It is enough for you. It doesn’t matter so much to you that he isn’t an expert in verbal or physical affection. You feel every ounce of his passionate love for you when he asks you to model for him, even though you know an exceptionally brilliant artist like him doesn’t need you to do a basic pose for him. And it does not go unnoticed to you that the poses he requests are always very comfortable for you to hold on the couch.

-Bruno Bucciarati: He takes care of you. It is what he does, and it is how he shows his love. You’re eating at a restaurant, he will pay the check. Stuck in a crowd? His hand will be on the small of your back, maybe subconsciously, or maybe deliberately, so he won’t lose track of you. He’ll drive you home at night, and wait til he sees you’re safely inside. He is a sanctuary.

Though he is not the most in tune with his emotions, and clear communication is difficult for him sometimes, but damnit if he doesn’t try for your sake. He’s very busy, but he makes an effort to carve out some time for you where you can both have some peace and quiet, and a heart-to-heart.

When it’s just the two of you, he’s able to lower that guard of his. You can always tell he’s tired. But he puts you and everyone else he cares about first, every time.

You lean against his chest. He is so tense, but he allows himself to slump his shoulders and hold you close. He talks for a bit, just being honest with you, vulnerable. And then he goes quiet, his chin resting against the top of your head.

His breathing is soft, his hands gently slide down your arms…he had fallen asleep. A rare opportunity for you to take care of him without him protesting has finally presented itself…

-Leone Abbacchio: Sure he is a jaded and broken and horribly grumpy man but he is also very capable of affection and care, even if he’s not the best at showing it. Despite his crass personality, he has suffered so much, so he can also empathize much more than you’d initially think. Though that doesn’t make him great at giving you comfort or affirming speeches. His love comes from reassurance; usually words are unnecessary. He’ll always sit beside you wherever you go. If someone tries to take his spot next to you at a restaurant, he’ll drag them out of that seat if he has to. What is his is also yours. You want to drink his wine? Sure, don’t mind the purple lipstick on the rim of the glass. The depth of his physical affection is deepest when you share a quiet evening together. His hand on your shoulder, face pressed against your neck. Whether it’s him taking a quick moment to reflect (you’re his pillar, and he’s reminded of it especially when his troubles seem to melt away when he presses his forehead against the back of your neck), or he’s a little drunk and trusts you to straighten him out (his pillar, his pillar…even when he’s indulged in too many bad habits and slurs his words and stains your neck with purple lipstick as he falls asleep nestled against you, you are always so kind and patient to him, but always firm). He is broken, his regrets follow him like a vengeful ghost, he will never be good enough for you in his own eyes. But damn it if he won’t at least try.

-Guido Mista: His hand in yours, quick kisses up your arms all the way up to your cheek. His bullets swirling around him constantly gushing about how nice and amazing you are and begging Mista to go see you again so they can Also see you. The mercilessness when he digs his fingers into your skin and tickles you until he ends up getting hurt from your elbow hitting his nose on accident from your squirming.

He calls your name just to get you to look at him. He thinks you smell SO good, especially after you freshen up with your favorite scent, but he actually worries about looking weird around you so he might not say anything. Guess he doesn’t realize it’s much weirder to silently sneak in sniffs instead of telling you he likes how you smell. He’s even more impulsive than usual when you’re involved. If he has money in his pocket and you seem slightly interested in something you can bet he’s opening up his wallet and buying it for you.

You do a lot for him, a steady and familiar comfort in his crazy life…so let him blow a couple bucks on you when he wants to. Seeing you happy when he manages to get you something you like is one of his greatest joys in life.

-Gyro Zeppeli: Watch his hands, he’ll put them all over you when the opportunity presents itself. He’s not a gentleman, you already knew that. He doesn’t even try to talk like one. He loves how you feel in his lap, and he’s not shy about saying it out loud. One of life’s greatest joys is a drink in one hand, and his other hand supporting the back of a cute thing like you sitting on his thighs. If you walk by him, you Know that man is gonna try and playfully spank you. Put your hands in his hair, he loves when you play with it, but choose your timing because it might put him in a mood if you tug on it. And of course he’ll delight you with the spin, if you let him. He uses it so gently with you, easing your sore muscles after a long day, or sending pleasant sensations rippling across your skin. Or using it to cause a bit of mischief. A sudden jolt through your body when he wants your attention, or a relentless tickling that has you laughing and writhing and begging him to knock it off.

He holds onto you like a teddy bear when the two of you snuggle up for the night. His muscular arms wrapped around you, clinging to you, snuggling his face against you.

It can be suffocating at times. He’s just so. Big and strong. But damn do you feel safe, and you haven’t the heart to push him away when he wants to hold you at night.

He does this thing where he gives you something he values, so you can hold onto it for him and give it back to him later. It’s how he shows his trust for you. Hold on to one of his belt buckles, or his goggles, or his hat…give it back at your leisure. He insists. He knows you’ll keep it safe, and it’ll remind you of him if you hold onto it. In his eyes it’s a win win.

[metriaaqua]

In The Wild Wild West | 0

A Fateful Encounter

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THIS CHAPTER: Two nights before the Steel Ball Run is scheduled, an experience in your father’s bar only further fuels your decision to participate. No matter what anyone thought or said, you’d be at that race.

WARNINGS: period-typical sexism. gyro sorta smells normal jumpscare (im COPING) (I PROMISE THAT MAN WILL BE STINKY LATER)

NOTE: STEEL BALL RUN IS REAL HELLOOOOOO!! after the stream i went outside and frolicked around in the beautiful sun and picked flowers. life is good. ALWAYS KEEP HOPE NO MATTER WHAT.…. still waiting on my diego.png. that announcement gave me enough motivation to finish this rewrite!! hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this once more! this is only an intro, so it'll be a little shorter than normal, the rest of the chapters will be WAY longer!

$50,000,000. 

That’s the prize for first place in the Steel Ball Run race. There are other prizes for the rest of the placements, but they pale in comparison to first place. You couldn’t believe it then and still couldn’t believe it now. 

The thought of it brings a smile to your face as you clean a glass. Maybe about…42 more glasses to clean and you’d finally make enough actually to enter. The entry fee was $1,200 and unfortunately for you, you’ve got $710 right now, including quarters and nickels you’d find lying within the streets. Every little bit helps.

In order to get to your goal faster, you volunteered to work at your father’s saloon as a barmaid.

Of course, you omitted the reasoning as to why, so he probably thinks you’re just doing a good deed and helping the business. The only things you were really focused on was winning the race and becoming a full-fledged writer. Now that you think about it, when the race was said and done, what would you be buying for yourself?

Beautiful silk clothing like those rich girls around town would wear? Those pearl earrings you'd see on their ear? God, you wish.

Not only was writing your motivator, but occasionally seeing those upper-class women around town made you want to splurge. It’s their fault through and through.

They'd only really pass through town, yet you still find yourself looking at them anyway. When you wondered why you couldn't stop seeing them, you chalked it up to them wanting to rub their wealth in your face. The lives of the aristocrats are so much better than yours and each time they’d pass, the reminder was just a slap in the face.

Their tactics to make you jealous worked a little too well, and even if mother would gently remind you that it's all in your head, you found yourself wanting that life, too.

Everything’s going to be achieved once you win the Steel Ball Run. You just know it. Your aspiration. Your dreams—

“You know, you’ve been rubbing the same glass for about five minutes now. Are you okay?” A woman asked, watching as you suddenly clam up. “Should I call for help?” 

"Oh, no,” You quickly apologize afterward, setting the glass down. This is your reality at the moment, the closing barmaid for the rest of the night at the saloon. There were still quite a few people in here even though the sun had started setting and it was about 45 minutes or so until close. After all, this is the saloon that never sleeps: Lucky Spur.

That is until it’s closed. Makes you giggle a little.

The air was thick with the scent of nicotine, alcohol, and now the faintest hint of perfume from this woman in your area. “Did you want something to drink?” You ask her.

“Just a water, but can you make something nice for that handsome man over there too?” She sticks a finger behind her to point in his direction. “Wanna try and get on his good side a bit before I charm him.”

Handsome, she says? You’ll just have to see for yourself. When you turn to look, you think you’re completely blinded by his radiance…

Well, that’s being overdramatic.

Hey, she was right though. The man was attractive. With long flowing blonde hair that reached far down his back, he had a sharp face with piercing emerald green eyes that almost sparkled even in the dim lighting of the saloon. He’s got a strange beard pattern on his chin, squares of blonde lining upward on his jaw. You might be seeing things, but it looked like he had some green lipstick on as well.

The way that he looks makes you ignore the strange getup he has on. Must be a cowboy, the way he’s got his hat perched up on his head and the cape that cascades down his back. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cowboy dress that way, though.

He’s got an annoyed look on his face, one that scrunches up even more when he reaches a hand down to adjust his boot. 

It’s no wonder this woman had been twirling her auburn hair on her fingers with a dreamy look in her eye. You’d probably be doing the same, had you not wondered how long he’d been here for. All he was doing was sit at the table idly and you don’t recall serving him. There’s no way your head was in the clouds for that long.

Maybe he had come earlier than you had, but if that was the case, he would’ve been sitting there for hours and still hadn’t ordered a damn thing. 

When closing time comes, what then? You can only hope that you won’t have to be the one to shoo him away. Having to look him in the eye might make it a little too tempting to say he could stay as long as he wanted to. You can almost feel your face heating up, so you quickly fill a glass of water and place it in front of the woman.

Now, something that’ll impress this guy, maybe something that'll get his attention. Once again, you decide to take another look at him.

You'd always had an eye for those things, being able to roughly guess what kind of drinks a person would like. The women who came here often preferred something light on their stomachs in comparison to people who usually gamble here. They enjoyed a drink that would go down easy, as long as they could focus on their games. Something in the middle would suffice for them.

Based off this situation? This woman wanted his attention and she was going to get it because of you. There's a sudden pang of admiration that shoots through you, followed by envy shortly after. Even if he annoyed you a little bit by not ordering anything, you wish you had the chance to jump at him first.

The man's eyes eventually flicker over to you and nearly give you a heart attack, causing you to pick up another glass and wipe it over at least five times. You must've been staring at him for a little too long.

The woman at the counter eagerly turns to you. “He was looking at me! Did you see it?” She asks in excitement. 

You don’t answer her at first.

They're customers. You should treat them as such and do your job. Instead of being jealous, maybe you should focus on getting money to enter. If you’re lucky, this woman would tip you after.

“Sure did. How could he not? You’re very beautiful!”

You can see her blush and press her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, you flatter me!”

Prayerfully, you’ll get a tip for your kindness.

Anyhow, Brandy would do him good, as his appearance made you lean towards something a little more on the harsh side. With only a sprinkle of sugar and an addition of bitters, you reach down and add a singular lemon to rest on its rim.

Simple. You set the glass on the wooden counter gently. “Here you go.” You say. “Hope that works.”

Once she takes it energetically, she bounces on over to where the man is. Whatever. To distract yourself from taking a look at them and driving yourself nuts for no reason, you snatch up the newspaper you’d been looking at earlier, burying your nose in it.

The newspapers just won’t stop talking about this race. No matter what date it was issued, it’s been the talk of the entire month of September. Not only would it start in two days, but this is the first cross-country horseback race.

This Steven Steel guy, the organizer of this race, what a crazy man. Where did he even get an idea like this from? 

Sign-ups were on site thank goodness, but it wouldn’t mean anything if you didn’t have enough money. Your window of opportunity was steadily closing and you had to hurry things up if you wanted to make it in time.

Your horse, all of the practice, that’s all set. You’re fine in those departments. It’s the money part that’s holding you back. Though, you can’t help but smile at the thought of your horse. 

Nirvana, the Friesian that would lead you clear across that finish line to victory. Another perfect reason to come here often was to visit a family friend, Miss Ava. She owned a large ranch near the end of town. You’d clean things up around the house and tend to some of the animals and she’d reward you with food or trinkets.  

Her son, Liam was there too, you guess. The brother you never had—or wanted, honestly. You always believed he’d been jealous of you because you were so close to his mother. He eventually came around after you admitted your interest in horses. Even more so when you mentioned the race. 

It was luck, fate even, when he told you he had been a jockey a few years ago. There was an agreement between you both that he’d let you borrow Nirvana for the race, though the promise he made you keep (one he made sure you linked pinkies for), was that when you get famous, you’d mention him at every so often. No matter what question was asked, you’d always shoehorn Liam into it. Vain, but if it’s something you have to do, fine.

Then he made it abundantly clear that just because you’re a woman, it didn’t mean you’d get the easy route when it came to riding. You’d be treated just like a man by him and he insisted that it’d be no different in the race.

There’d be a red target plastered right on your back. Anyone could take a shot at any time. 

That part may have been scary, but what probably was scarier was all the injuries you'd get from falling off Nirvana every so often. Liam reckons you’re lucky that it’s only scratches and bruises and that Nirvana hasn’t kicked you with her hind legs yet and killed you.

Now that you think about him, you’re pretty sure you have to remember to meet him tomorrow afternoon. He asked you to see him as soon as you had woken up.

“Hey! You listenin'?!” Another patron calls, waving his hand in the air to get your attention. He waves a cigar in his hand, spreading the smoke in the air. It makes you fight the urge to pinch your nose. They seemed to be in the middle of a very serious poker game, but you were sure that if they didn't get their next round of drinks, they'd just die. “Didn’t you hear me?”

Setting it down gently, you come around from the bar to serve him, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you too well. I was reading the paper. Could you repeat what you said earlier?”

Your voice is sweet, cutting through the boisterous laughter directed towards you by the men. It makes you feel like you’re the butt of a joke only they know about, and the way they eyed you like a piece of meat hadn’t helped.

“..What's a pretty girl like you doing reading the newspaper anyway? Shouldn't you be entertaining us?” One man asks, lowering his deck of cards. “It can't be that interesting, can it?”

“It is,” You nod. “They're talking about the horse-back race. I think I may even enter.” You feel proud as you say those words, putting your hands on your hips with a smile. But then the men fall into more howls of laughter. “Why're you all laughing? I'm serious.”

Once you say you’re serious, their laughter suddenly slows down and they look up at you. The irritated look on your face had confirmed that you were indeed serious. “Wait, you're for real?” One of them asked, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “A woman? Entering a horseback race?”

“You're kiddin'..” Another says. “A woman doesn't know the first thing about horseback racing. I'd be surprised if you could even work a bet.”

You move your hands from your hips to cross your arms. “They said that any gender can enter.”

Before you can open your mouth again, the slam of glass on the table startles you and the men at the table. It's the blonde man coming to stand from his stool, the legs of it scraping onto the dry wood floor. He gives a sparkly gold smile to the woman from earlier, before walking in your direction.

“Nice drink you made.” He compliments, stopping right next to you. The smell of leather and an earthy tone fill your nostrils. “Those hands of yours worked some magic, signorina.”

He beams, your eyes catching onto the golden shine of his teeth once again. It quickly fades, replaced by something colder and serious. ”If you know what's good for you, stay out of the race and stick to what you know.” He says it like he's doing you some kind of favor, offering an act of kindness even.

There's a lot you want to say to him—to curse him out, say something venomous back to him—but nothing comes out of your mouth.

A handsome man completely ruined by his nasty attitude.

“Should listen to what he said.” One of the men suggest. “Aw man, you're too cute to look upset. Come sit with us for a while. I'm sure you'll have much more fun with us than hanging around back there. C'mon, it'll be fun.”

He reaches his hand up to grab onto your wrist and you immediately snatch it away.

To say a woman doesn't know a thing about this. To tell you that you shouldn't enter the race. When you’ve been busting your ass for months trying to learn. You can feel yourself almost boiling from their doubt. With clenched fists, you leave the table and walk over towards the entrance to trail behind the man leaving.

Hopefully, the people inside would behave themselves. You may get chewed out for this later by your father, but you couldn’t care less. When you shove open the door, the soft breeze immediately hits you. Your feet drum down the steps as you catch up with him. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”

He’s still walking away, undeterred by your comment as he makes his way over to a horse tethered onto the hitching post, running his hand down its mane lightly.

…The Goddess of Victory herself must have been looking down on him for even having a woman this close to his horse. He looks over to you with those piercing eyes of his. “You shouldn’t get too close.”

It comes off as a warning and your breath hitches. You had half a mind to step forward anyway, but before you can ask why, he cuts you off before you can speak yet again.

“I think you’re a beautiful woman.” He admits, turning over to you fully. “It’d be a shame to see that face all bruised up in that race if you enter. Save yourself, save people their time.”

This time, you get a full view of him and his wacky outfit. No matter how handsome he may be to you, that comment really got under your skin.

His words makes you tighten your fist even more, fingers tucking themselves into the palm of your hand. “I don’t...” Yes, he had called you a beautiful woman, but you just knew the rest of his words were dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need your advice. I don’t need a man to tell me what to do.” You sharply exhale, then point a finger to your face.

“This is a face you should remember well. You’ll remember me when you see me in the headlines. You or anyone else won’t be changing that.”

This time, you don’t even let him speak. You sharply turn on your heel and head right back into the bar.

Those men in the bar, that woman, and most importantly, him, they’ll all remember your name.

Even if you die trying.

[starzabi]

— hand headcanons !

just how their hands look and how good they are at using them … johnny, gyro && diego

nsfw warning … minors & ageless blogs dni

— johnny

his fingers and palms are of the same size but expect his hand to be rather rough due to the many years he’s spent on horseback and because of his stand. They’re probably covered with various fresh and healed scars as well.

but, since he’s spent many of his years with women, being promiscuous so he obviously knows how to use them.

he’s shy at first due to the lack of practice, he thinks he’s rusty but once he puts in a finger, followed by another and hears you moan out his name, he realises that he hasn’t lost his touch which makes him rather cocky—he tries to get you off on just his fingers and to his surprise, you actually do.

‘i still got it…’

— gyro

his fingers are very, very long and slender compared to his palm and my god, does he know how to take care of his hands. they’re incredibly soft, they feel so uncharacteristic—you couldn’t even believe that such pretty hands could belong to someone like gyro zeppeli.

and of course, given his past, he knows how to properly use them but unlike johnny, he isn’t the kind to make you cum from just that. instead, he teases you endlessly with his fingers and teases you even more when you begin to whine and beg for release.

oh and given his medical background, he’s so adept at using his fingers and pleasuring you perfectly since he’s so well versed in the human body <3 he’s such a perfect partner if it wasn’t for his dirty mouth and his constant teasing.

eventually, he does comply after listening to you beg for a release; but instead of using just his fingers, he ends up making you cum on his cock.

— diego

another pretty hand haver !! but unlike gyro, he has very roughed up hands as well and they seemed to have gotten much more hard since he gained his stand ability. though they retain some of their initial softness, you can’t deny that they haven’t gained a new texture that’s sort of similar to scales.

diego doesn’t prefer to use his hands, he’d rather have you coming on his dick but on days when you’re extra bratty, he might just use them but only to remind you of who’s in charge.

he’s absolutely filthy with his words when he’s using fingers—he’s filthy all the time but it somehow gets worse when he sees you be a moaning mess from just his three or four fingers.

it’s an ego booster too to him, to see you whining like this—he can’t help but smirk but he never makes you cum though when he uses his hands…

[sweetheartsnips]

JoJo Masterlist

links to my ao3 only stuff as well as stuff that is posted to tumblr. NSFW! MINORS DNI

Assorted x Reader One-Shots

Snips' JJBA One-shots Series

Ode to Autumn - Jonathan

Do it Again - Steely Dan

In Too Deep - Jotaro

Be Quiet and Drive - Rohan

In My Dreams - Speedwagon (angst warning)

Telephone Line - Mista

Just Like Heaven - Doppio

Light My Fire - Gyro

Pet - Risotto

Million Dollar Man - Prosciutto

In Blue Hawaii - Dragona Joestar x fem!Reader

Daddy Cool

Small nsfw one-shots for my favourite JJBA DILFs.

Jotaro Kujo (Part 6)

Norisuke Higashikata IV (JoJolion)

Dio (Part 3)

Joseph Joestar (Part 3)

Diavolo (Part 5)

Shorter Stuff (headcanons, ficlets, etc.)

Prosciutto comfort ficlet

[adeadcreator]

.·:*¨༺ Steel Ball Run ༻¨*:·.

Johnhy Joestar

☆ ┊ Johnny Angel

☆ ┊ Jojo's reactions to Artistic Reader Pt. 2

Gyro Zeppeli

☆ ┊ Protective Head-cannons

Diego Brando

☆ ┊ Diego x Rival Reader

☆ ┊ Diego x Gn. Vampire Reader

☆ ┊ Protective Head-cannons

☆ ┊ Needy Diego x Fem. Reader

Hot Pants

☆ ┊

Funny Valentine

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*Other characters will be added per request*

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

Characters: Diego Brando, Johnny Joestar, Mountain Tim, Gyro Zeppeli (separate)

Prompt: "My saddle's waitin' / Come and jump on it."

Summary: How ya'll get down and dirty together with your fave cowboys.

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

Notes: Reader is GN!, no body parts mentioned for reader, implied to be during the SBR, no spoilers for Part 7, just pure smut hcs.

Word Count: ~2.3k

You can read on my AO3 here!

Taglist (if you'd like to be added, please fill out the form in my pinned): @bruabbina @adeadcreator

Diego Brando 

The type to suggest a casual arrangement before he gets seriously involved with you. He says it’s just to relieve some stress during the race but before you know it, he wants you closer. 

Tries to present himself as a dominating and forceful top, and that’s probably how many of your sessions will go at first. He refuses to give up power easily and especially not in a presumed ‘casual’ mutually beneficial arrangement. 

In reality he can be quite the switch, something that will be explored the more you two get intimate. He relishes power struggles, and will goad you into trying to dominate him further or putting you deeper in your place. 

A talker, Diego will almost never shut up. Whether it’s praising how your body squeezes him, degrading you smugly, coaxing you to ‘tame’ him, or begging for some pleasure- his mouth will be running. 

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

Prefers to have sex in more secluded areas, preferably your tents late at night. But if pushed to it, he will not be opposed to just taking you in an alley or in the woods out in the open. 

“Since you acted so wanton earlier, it shouldn’t be an issue for you, should it? Now stop whining.” 

He loves when suck him off while he’s sitting or standing. It makes him feel like a king. He’ll give you plenty of praise or condescending compliments while you do so. 

His fingers are amazing. Calloused from holding the reins for so many years, but experienced at the best ways to give you pleasure. 

Diego tends to admit his true feelings or get more possessive during sex. A lot of “mine” or “for me” and “I love you’s” are thrown out while he’s going at it (or you’re going at him). 

Occasionally cannot hold back how feral he feels because of Scary Monsters. He will be rutting and grinding into you and telling you he needs you now. 

Probably one of the few occasions he will not be talking beyond mindless grunts, groans, and growls. 

Does like roleplay, not really anything elaborate (especially not during the race when time is limited), but he does like indulging in specific ‘roles’ for you both. He tends to like being called ‘master’ or ‘sir’ or even ‘my lord’. Don’t worry, he’s happy to do the same for you if you want it (sigh can you imagine him calling you master/mistress I’m-). 

Has no preference for where he finishes, because he truthfully wants to cover himself all over you, whether you swallow, giving you a facial, or inside- he’s raring to go again to finish on a different spot and exert his place with you. 

If under the influence of Scary Monsters, though, he will tend to want to finish inside you. 

His aftercare is pretty crappy at first, especially when it’s meant to be ‘casual’, because he thinks he’s such hot shit that you should be grateful you even got to sleep with him. But as he gets closer to you, he will either grumble and tell you you’re so dirty while cleaning you, or just silently help you then hold you close. 

He can be very clingy after sex, making him hold you close and bury his face into your shoulder/chest so he can inhale your scent and regain himself.

Johnny Joestar 

Type to get caught trying to ‘relieve’ himself and weakly ask for your help. And really, how could you resist that flustered face?

Johnny isn’t inexperienced, absolutely not, but he hasn’t slept with another since his time as a pompous jockey who had people throwing themselves onto him left and right. The guilt and his injury left him rather rusty and self-conscious about his performance. 

You’re gonna have to do a lot of the heavy lifting with him, but Johnny proves himself to be an eager lover. 

Lots of foreplay between the two of you, with Johnny having a preference for face-sitting. He also will incorporate some of the Spin with you to act as a ‘vibrator’ of sorts to pleasure you more. 

Self-conscious at first but slowly grows more comfortable and confident as you two continue together, making him relax. While at first he tries to stay silent or apologizes/mumbles under his breath a lot, he’ll slowly begin to crack some jokes and be more vocal. 

This is when you’ll see Johnny shine more. He’ll offer more creative suggestions and kinks for the both of you to try out. He’s wonderful at adapting on the fly if he finds you enjoying/disliking something. 

Besides his stated fetish for bug bites (which will seriously get him going if he sees you with some), he just really loves your ass. He straight up cannot get enough of it, and will be grabbing and holding it whenever he can. 

Continuing with that logic, he loves reverse cowgirl because he loves seeing your ass bounce against him. 

Johnny’s dirty talk tends to consist of him throwing expletives and saying what he feels. He’s not too good with roleplay because after a while the pleasure crashes his brain and he just starts talking mindlessly. 

“Ah, shit, you feel so good… fuck, keep going.” 

He can be a teasing bastard when he really feels like it. Often, he’ll employ the Spin on you, then pull it away just before you finish. He can get pretty cheeky, but that’s just how you know how comfortable he is with you. 

His neck and collarbone are some of his more sensitive spots, and if you focus your attention there, he loses his mind. Leave him some hickeys and tug on his hair, and he’s positively gone. He will complain about the marks later, but secretly admire them and be happy he’s got them from you. 

He likes finishing on your ass. Second favorite thing would be to have you swallow, but he finds it pretty attractive if some of it spills out of your lips. 

His aftercare is good and he’ll do his best to care and comfort you. But majority of the time he’s just spent and exhausted and wants to snuggle with you. He gets rather soft and whispers a lot while you two bask in the afterglow. 

Mountain Tim 

The type of man to want to be romantically involved with you and take it slow, before he can’t contain himself and has to have you. 

Tim is a gentleman, he really is. For a bounty hunter, the man takes great care to try and woo you and behave properly around you. Because, truthfully, this man is a romantic deep down. 

He’ll never try and let his desires get the best of him for fear of taking advantage of you, so you’ll have to initiate. And the minute you initiate, he’s all for it and will jump at the opportunity. 

A giving lover- so giving that the both of you, on occasion, were spent with only the foreplay. 

He’s passionate. His actions can be overwhelming in the bedroom, but you can practically feel the love dripping out of him. He goes nuts for you. 

Obviously, bondage is most likely occurring. His stand gives him a multitude of ways to tie you up and tease you with his body. He will take advantage of his powers to bring you the utmost pleasure. 

However, his favorite kinks include cockwarming and overstimulation. He would love to be inside you forever if he could, and he often likes to tease you by having you sit on him for a while before he moves. 

As for overstimulation… he’s gonna make you cum over and over. He always praises you for finishing and will try to urge another orgasm out of you. He loves seeing your face and hearing your breathless moans and whimpers. 

“That’s it darling… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me… you can give me another one, can’t you? I know you can, darlin’. Just let me take care of you.”

Heavy on the praise. He’s never mean or degrading, because he loves you too damn much to do that. At worst he’d do some condescending praise, but majority of the time it is pure praise for how amazing you are and how good you feel. 

While he can lean into some sub/dom dynamics with you, often sex is just an outlet for the both of you to express your affection and love. 

He is often a service top for you, but leans more towards dom. That doesn’t mean he won’t sub for you, he absolutely will if you desire it. He’d love nothing more than to see you riding him. 

He prefers positions where he can see your face. Tim will coo for you to look into his eyes and shake his head when you try and cover your face or look away. He just loves seeing your facial expressions. 

Reverse cowgirl is a good treat once in a while for him, too. He loves being able to smack your ass and praise how you’re riding him. 

Likes to finish inside. He believes it’s more proof that the two of you are bound together. 

His aftercare is amazing. Probably the best guy around at it. Course, he’ll be a bit of a flirt and tease, but he always care for you just as any good cowboy should. 

Gyro Zeppeli 

Also the type to suggest a casual sexual relationship with you before he falls for you. 

If you were to look up “wild” in the dictionary, you’d find Gyro’s picture right next to it because this man is an absolute loose cannon in the bedroom. Or tent. Or woods. Or alley. Or body of water. Or wherever the hell you two decide to have sex. 

Gyro isn’t ashamed of his desires and will seek you out pretty often. 

He’s experimental in bed. He is experienced from his many sexual escapades back then, but since the race, he’s been steady with you and likes trying whatever new wacky whim crosses through his mind. 

His surgical and anatomical knowledge combined with his teasing nature makes him a menace. He knows almost every nerve and muscle on your body and how to manipulate it for your pleasure. Not to mention, his control over the Spin will have him working your body in overtime. 

Gyro likes to tease you during inopportune times by using the Spin on you to act as a vibrator and get you excited, but he’ll act like nothing is going on around the others and make you wait. He’ll eventually have the two of you secluded and “take care” of the problem he caused, all while having that shit-eating grin on his face as he tells you you’re getting too desperate. 

This man is getting goofy and silly with you during sex. Expect some bad puns or jokes while he’s ramming your insides. 

An unfair and rough lover who gets pleasure from hearing your voice. He will never want you to be quiet, and he makes it his mission to have you screaming by the end of it. He might chide you and call you out for being too loud, but honestly he doesn’t care if everyone else is hearing it. He just loves how your voice sounds. 

Roleplay is common between the two of you. Sometimes it’s ‘prisoner x jailer/executioner’, ‘surgeon x patient’, or ‘royal x dutiful, loyal executioner who is totally gonna be rewarded for being an awesome partner today in the race, right?’ 

Gyro surprisingly can stay in character and he will play his roles very well for you. He gets pretty into them when he wants to. 

Likes doggy style a lot. Whether for you or him, he just wants someone being on all fours and their ass being grabbed. 

Switch, leaning more towards top/dom. But he finds it hot if you take charge of him and put him in his place (and he’ll serve you like no other, baby). Will call you whatever you want him to call you, no questions asked. 

Occasionally drops some Italian in the middle of banging you. This was especially prevalent when he started falling for you and would loudly proclaim “ti amo” over and over without addressing it in English. 

Despite his playful attitude both in the bedroom and out, he can get pretty serious and emotional with you. Sometimes the rough horseplay just doesn’t cut it, and he’ll lay back and thrust slowly into you while gripping your hips to help you ride him. He’ll talk less in these moments and just enjoy hearing both of your gasps and quiet moans. 

Doesn’t have a specific preference on where to finish. He just does it wherever he feels. He commonly does it on your back or stomach, depending on the position. 

His aftercare is wonderful. Yeah, he can be a joker sometimes but the afterglow with you is nice and can get pretty romantic. He’ll glide his hands over you gently and trace over the marks he may have left on you or just to feel your skin underneath his fingers. He’ll clean you up and have you both rest. He did reveal he could relieve some of the soreness from your body with the Spin, so occasionally he’ll do it (admittedly, he does like seeing you limp or wobble after a tryst with him). 

It’s where Gyro will be at his most tender with you, where he will cradle you and look at you with eyes full of love and desire for you. He speaks quietly in these moments and likes to ramble about nothing with you. And when he pulls a small laugh out of you, he thinks he could just die on the spot and be content.

[inkpot909]

Falling for an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: Exploring these guys’ inability to spit it the hell out was extremely fun. What a couple of disaster men.

Warning(s): None.

Johnny Joestar

At first, he’ll wonder if he’s just out of practice.

Johnny’s never been interested in someone so oblivious they miss every little hint or flirtatious remark he throws their way. Having been a famous jockey, people used to flock to him; he hardly needed to even try.

But by the time of the Steel Ball Run, he hasn’t been with anyone romantically in a good while. He could count how many years since, but he would rather not keep track.

And you’re not exactly making things easy for him.

Going about your day looking the way you do… and then having the audacity to not pick up a single signal from him (Or anyone else for that matter). Honestly, it should be illegal.

Johnny’s natural instinct, unfortunately, is to immediately assume he’s not what’s clicking. Lord, am I… not being obvious enough? he often wonders.

It’d be one thing if you wanted to outright reject him; he can handle rejection (No, really, he can). It’s just the way the horse gallops sometimes.

But you don’t even seem to notice at all and that’s what’s so frustrating to him.

Just thinking of it can make annoyance fester inside his mind. Gyro throws him a knowing look whenever it’s visibly getting to him; to you it just seems like his mood spikes at random.

His annoyance isn’t directed at you, of course, but at himself (As much as he outwardly blames you, it’s really just a front).

Has he really lost his ‘skills?’ Did the passing years make him completely forget how to flirt with someone? Gyro seems really keen on telling him that’s the case.

And Johnny is nothing if not contrarian to everything Gyro says.

The guy is bending over backwards, doing anything he can do to try to impress you. All while Gryo is not-so-subtly ragging on him over it in the background.

“Quit it! For the love of God-“

“Awe, c’mon Johnny, it’s not like they’re noticing anyways!”

Johnny hates how right Gyro can be.

He’s metaphorically tripping over himself left and right, feeling like he’s at the same level of a clueless middle schooler desperately trying to seem ‘cool’ in front of a crush. Gyro’s damn near crying of laughter at his struggle to make you get it…

But all you do is just stand to the side. Smiling kindly, and blinking without an ounce of procession of his actual intent behind your pretty eyes.

Agony… Johnny Joestar is in pure agony… you’re lucky he finds you cute.

You’re so frustratingly oblivious he can’t even tell if you might like him back, and at this point he’s honestly just trying to get a read on your feelings before he spells it out for you bluntly.

Such an approach is needed with you, apparently.

It’s around this time too that he realizes… Holy shit, they’re really just that oblivious.

Someone else approached you at a bar during one of your numerous stops during the race. Both Johnny and Gyro knew exactly what they were getting at the moment they walked over, a sly smile presented on their face.

All while you sipped from your drink, your expression and tone of voice so casual one might assume you were simply discussing the weather.

Johnny isn’t ashamed to admit he felt a sense of pride as the person ultimately walked off, giving up.

Luckily for you, Johnny is not.

You’ve stolen his heart so completely without even trying… he can admit to himself it’s a beautiful thing- if he detaches himself from his own frustration.

He’s going to keep trying to get you notice; try to get a read on however you feel about him. Even if it takes him the entire Steel Ball Run to do so!

And, yes, it does take that long.

Gyro Zeppeli

So what, you didn’t notice the first time he winked at you? It was real sunny out that day- the light probably shined in your eye and made you miss it.

Whatever, if his first flirtation or two ultimately fell on deaf ears. Statistically speaking, not every line is going to land the way he wants.

Who cares if his apparent interest in you is obvious to literally every one other than you? It’s your loss, to be honest.

Not that he really cares.

And you know what? He doesn’t care so much he’ll snap at Johnny for bringing it up. He’s not bothered by it… so why does the guy feel the need to mention his failed attempts at showing interest? Really, it’s just a little annoying the jockey thinks it matters to him at all.

… it should go without saying that he does not handle the frustration well at all in the beginning.

He won’t necessarily blame himself.

He is aware of his own ability to flirt, and his past has granted him a sense of confidence in it. Gyro’s certainly the forward type, and knows that.

Yet, everything he says or does seems to go right over your pretty head. It’s a not a notion meant to flatter you either- one he keeps to himself with pouted lips and arms crossed.

It’s a rather childish anger directed towards you, but it doesn’t last too long.

Eventually, he also comes to the (Begrudging) conclusion that he really cannot blame you. Gyro realizes this around the same time he figures his liking of you goes far deeper than a casual fling.

And if anything, he’s going to start directing his frustration towards the people in your past.

Clearly, no one’s really hit on you before… or worse, something happened to you that made you think no one ever would- so thick-headed in that belief that you don’t even perceive it.

It’s in Gyro’s nature to let his mind ponder the ‘why’ behind your obliviousness- especially when he thought he was being so obvious about it.

Either possibility makes him want to find whoever contributed to your inability to pick up a signal, grab them by the shoulders, and shake them violently.

But with time, he’s going to find it endearing (Not that he’s ever admit it out loud).

Look at you… riding your prized horse as if you’re not the most beautiful person in the Steel Ball Run. And the smirk doesn’t at all falter even when the three of you stop at a dingy town for the night.

“I’ve had three strangers walk up to me since we entered the saloon… the people in this town are so friendly!”

“Y/n, dear, they’re all trying to hit on you.”

“What? No way! They just wanted to talk about the race over a drink or two. One of them said they had gin from France up in his hotel room. Can you believe that? Sounds delicious, right?”

“… good lord, Y/n.”

It’d be funnier if he wasn’t another trying and failing to flirt his way into making you open your damn eyes.

At some point, Gyro just has to spit it out.

It comes during the climax of one of the race’s many stopping points. It’d been looming over his mind for weeks, and if someone were to ask him (Okay, if Johnny asks him) he would bitterly grumble that it’s been affecting his scores.

His logic behind doing this at specifically that point in time… flawless.

How are you going to blissfully remain in the dark if he’s shouting his confession at you from the finish line in front of a large group of confused onlookers?

They just wanted to see the race… not one of the top contestants with a heavy Italian accent declaring his love for you while damn-near standing on top of his horse.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Sbr dick hc + how they fuck!

F! Reader implied!!

Johnny Joestar

Dick: Johnnys Dick is cute just like him, It’s about 5.5 at most. thickness isn’t too wide but not too small either. It’s just right. It may hurt going in for a second but it all is good after that. He’s circumcised and his tip is pink/redish depending on what’s happening. His pubes are like a pillow around the base of his cock. They curl in some places and in others they swoop, obviously they’re dirty blonde<3

How he fucks: He is gentle but he can get a little lazy. Obviously you’d have to ride him for the most part but if he could he’d through you on the ground and show you how much he wants you. When you ride he grabs your hips and slams you down, not in a rough way but in a loving passionate way. He always makes sure you’re ready before he does anything, he fingers you while licking your clit and when he finds your sweet spot he’ll attack it until you cum in on his hand. He’s not very vocal instead he makes a series of grunts and whimpers. Maybe once he’ll say your name. His favorite places to cum are inside of you, on your boobs, in your mouth or on your face

Gyro Zeppeli

Dick: 5.9 damn near 6. Uncircumcised and it’s extremely sensitive at the shaft. His cock is thick, like thick thick. You have to use two hands to wrap around him. His pubes go all over the place. They are never shaven but he will occasionally trim them just a bit. He will definitely hurt going in.

How he fucks: He’s passionate but playful, he’ll try anything once. His favorite position is reverse cowgirl. He loves see your ass ripple as you slam yourself down onto his cock. He’s very vocal, he tells you how he wants it and he doesn’t give a damn. Since he’s so big he has to prep both of you, using lube wont help the whole process. 69 is how he gets you both ready at the same time. While he’s fucking you he makes sure to ask you if you’re enjoying yourself. His favorite places to cum are on your face, on your chest or on your ass/lower back

Diego Brando

Dick: 5.3 he’s short so… his dick has a small vein on the underside and if you lick/touch it, wooowee you’re in for a treat afterwards. His isn’t particularly thick either, it’s more thin than anything, doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good though. He’s uncircumcised, his pubes are almost always shaven, if not shaven then trimmed to the base. He hates hair.

How he fucks: Hes not rough but he’s not loving either. You’re not his lover so it’s understandable why he wouldn’t be so caring and careful. He does his thing and then leaves essentially. His favorite position is doggy style or anything from the back so he can pretend your anyone he wants. Sucks I know. He pounds into you while saying how filthy you are to be doing this, you’re a slut, a dumb bitch, a needy whore who only wants his cum and nothing else. His favorite places to cum is on your back or stomach. Maybe your face if you’re lucky.

Funny Valentine

Dick: 6.2, he’s a tall man so it’s just obvious. His cock is thick. It will definitely hurt you when going in. He doesn’t feel bad about it though sometimes he will apologize afterwards, which is reassuring. His tip is his most sensitive spot. He’s circumcised so his cock is nice and clean looking. His pubes swoop, they don’t curl. They’re a dirty blonde with a hint of lighter blonde in them.

How he fucks: He loves role playing scenarios ex. You being his secretary and having a quicky, meeting at a restaurant and end up hooking up. Sometimes he’ll be passionate, but sometimes he just wants to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you milk him dry. He loves holding your hands down and just pounding you. As for the passionate part, he loves just having the blanket over you two while he’s on top of you, whispering how much he wants you and how he wants you to bear his child, maybe even some sensual stuff in the shower too… I’m gonna eventually make a fanfic on this<3 his favorite places to cum are inside of you, in your mouth or on your face. Oh yeah he has a serious breeding kink<3

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STEEL BALL RUN

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x gyro, wekapipo, sandman, disco & mountain tim.

warnings: grammar mistakes (SORRY) and a couple of threats hehe

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: sbr men are either the loves of my life or the fuel of my nightmares, take a guess

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[naomijoestar]

heyy can i please request jobros reactions to their s/o doing on them that tiktok trend where the gf records their bf and tell him “if u make me laugh you’re getting some tonight” and as soon as the bf opens his mouth she bursts out laughing? (the reader being the gf recording and the jobros being the bf ofc)

Masterlist here <3

Hey anon! I’m sorry for making you wait so long, here is your request <3 I hope you like it, I’m not too sure about it so if you’d like anything specific added or fixed you can always private message me!

Mista version here <3

Characters: speedwagon, caeser, kakyoin, okuyasu, bucciarati, ermes, gyro

Jobros react to “if you make me laugh you’re getting some tonight”

Speedwagon

Speedwagon smirks the second you point the camera at him. “Alright, love, what’re you playin’ at this time?” he asks, leaning back with a grin. When you say, “If you make me laugh, you’re getting some tonight,” his eyes light up, and his smirk grows downright devilish

“Oh, you’ve set yourself up for failure, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Let me tell ya—”

But before he can finish the sentence, you’re already giggling like a maniac, clutching your stomach and shaking the camera. He pauses mid-word, blinking at you. “What? I didn’t even start yet!”

When you finally manage to explain through your laughter that you wanted him to win, Speedwagon’s grin turns smug. “Oh, I see how it is,” he says, leaning in closer and lowering his voice. “Couldn’t resist me, huh? You know, you could’ve just skipped the game and told me straight-up.”

By the end of it, he’s tossing the camera aside (carefully) and pulling you into his lap, whispering with a playful tone, “You better not be teasin’ me, or I’ll be havin’ ya make all kinds of sounds all night.”

Caeser Zeppeli

The moment you say the words, Caesar’s lips curve into a self-assured smirk. “Oh, cara mia, you’ve made this far too easy for me,” he teases, leaning back and folding his arms like he’s already won

But as soon as he opens his mouth, you burst out laughing, your voice echoing in the room. Caesar freezes mid-word, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Wait, wait—what did I even say?” he demands, but you’re too busy giggling to respond

When you finally catch your breath and admit you wanted to laugh, his smirk returns, this time even cockier. “Ah, so that’s how it is, hmm? You just couldn’t wait to reward me.” He steps closer, tilting your chin up with a finger as his voice drops. “You didn’t need to pretend, amore. All you had to do was ask.”

He ends up backing you against the wall, his breath warm against your ear. “But since you insisted on playing games…” He trails off with a sly grin, leaving the rest of the night entirely up to your imagination

Noriaki Kakyoin

Kakyoin raises an eyebrow at your challenge, his usual calm demeanor not faltering one bit. “If I make you laugh, I get what tonight?” he asks, his lips twitching into a small, amused smile

When you nod and repeat yourself, he adjusts his glasses, clearly amused but trying to look serious. “Well, I suppose I’ll give it a try,” he says smoothly

As soon as he opens his mouth to say something witty, though, you’re already doubled over with laughter. He pauses, blinking at you in confusion. “I… didn’t even get to the punchline.”

When you explain your true intentions, Kakyoin’s cheeks flush slightly, but he quickly recovers, giving you a knowing smirk. “So that’s how you’re playing it, huh?” he says, stepping closer. “You didn’t need to go through all this trouble, you know. I’m more than happy to oblige.”

His hand brushes against your cheek, his voice dipping lower. “But if you wanted me that badly, you might have to make up for teasing me first.”

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu lights up like a kid on christmas the second you tell him the challenge. “Wait, for real?!” he exclaims, practically bouncing in place. “Man, this is gonna be the easiest thing I’ve ever done!”

He opens his mouth, probably to say something ridiculous or do some over-the-top impersonation, but you immediately burst out laughing, cutting him off. He freezes, his expression a mix of confusion and excitement. “Huh?! Did I win already?”

When you finally explain that you wanted to laugh, his face lights up even more. “Ohhh, I get it now!” He scratches the back of his neck, his grin turning a little bashful but still full of mischief. “Man, you’re somethin’ else, huh?”

Before you can respond, he’s pulling you into a tight kiss, his huge hands resting around your waist. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” he mumbles, though his playful tone is impossible to miss. “Now, c’mon, let’s not waste any time. You did say tonight, right?”

Bruno Bucciarati

“If I make you laugh, I get what?” he asks, raising a single brow. When you repeat yourself, his lips curve into a small, knowing smile

“Very well,” he says smoothly, leaning forward slightly as if preparing to deliver a line. But the moment he opens his mouth, you’re already laughing, your voice breaking into the quiet room

He stops, tilting his head in mild confusion. “I didn’t even say anything yet,” he remarks, though the corners of his mouth are twitching upward

When you explain that you laughed on purpose, Bruno hums softly, his smile turning into something more mischievous. “Ah, I see. So you were planning this all along.”

He steps closer, his fingers brushing lightly along your jawline. “If you wanted to skip to the reward, you could’ve just said so,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “But now that I know how easily you laugh, maybe I’ll have to keep you smiling all night.”

Ermes Costello

Her expression shifts instantly to one of amused challenge, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “Oh, that’s how we’re playing it?” She steps closer, tilting her head slightly. “Baby, I don’t even need to try.”

The second she opens her mouth—probably about to say something cheeky or roast you—you burst out laughing, not even giving her a chance. Ermes freezes mid-word, blinking in surprise. “Hold on. That’s it? I didn’t even say anything!”

When you explain through your giggles that you laughed on purpose, her smirk deepens into something downright wicked. “Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it, huh?” she teases, stepping even closer until her face is just inches from yours. “You wanted to skip to the good part, didn’t you?”

Ermes grabs your phone, sets it aside without breaking eye contact, and cups your face in her hands, her tone dropping to a playful growl. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. But next time? I’m gonna make you laugh for real before you get anything.”

With that, she gives you a teasing kiss, leaving you both grinning like idiots

Gyro Zeppeli

Gyro’s grin stretches across his face before you even finish explaining the rules. “Oh, you’re gonna regret this one,” he says, cracking his knuckles like he’s preparing for a showdown

But the second he opens his mouth—probably to say something absurd—you’re already howling with laughter, your camera shaking as you try to keep it steady. Gyro pauses, his expression falling into mock offense. “What? You didn’t even let me finish! I had golden material, and you ruined it!”

When you finally manage to tell him you laughed on purpose, his grin returns, wider and more smug than ever. “Oh, I see how it is,” he says, stepping closer and slipping the phone out of your hand. “You just wanted me all to yourself, huh?”

Before you can respond, he pulls you against him, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “Next time, don’t even bother with the games. Just tell me what you want—and I’ll deliver.”

I hope you liked this! If you’d like anything tweaked or added don’t be shy to shoot me a message! :)

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

Various jjba characters x reader: sleeping habits and headcanons

Dating/married depending on character

Characters: Joseph Joestar (part 2), Rohan Kishibe, Guido Mista, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Diego Brando

Warnings/Content: drinking, general angst and lots of fluff

Joseph Joestar: Guy who sleeps in just a tank top and boxers. Comfort is key to Joseph, and he’s a big man too, so he takes up lots of space in bed, often sprawling himself out almost like a starfish. You’re the one who’s gonna have to adjust when you share a bed with him…he’s large so he doesn’t move easily and even though he’s not a super heavy sleeper, he PRETENDS to be so you won’t try and wake him up to ask him to scoot. He’s a bit of a snorer too, only sometimes though, which wouldn’t be so bad if you could get him to roll onto his side but. He won’t do that so easily for you. He’ll just wrap his big strong arms around you, his face pressed up against yours and at first you’ll feel pretty irritated he’s opted to just cling to you but…it is a very safe and comfortable feeling. You can’t stay grumpy for long.

He wakes up pretty early, and he usually doesn’t like to sit still so. He’ll get up and do his own thing and come see you when you wake up. He somehow always seems to know when you will. He usually doesn’t think to bring you anything though, beyond the occasional coffee if he’s expecting you to have a slow morning. Then he’ll lay his head in your lap while you lie in bed and tell you about everything he’s already taken care of today and what he plans to do next. So much energy…slow down a bit, Joseph…

Rohan Kishibe: He’s a bit of an enigma when it comes to his nighttime rituals…due to the nature of his stand his actual work doesn’t take him that long, but he spends long evenings doing research for his manga, or simply being a bit of an insomniac. He struggles with relaxing in the evenings, a very restless man…he needs a lot of unwinding time if he actually wants to get any sleep at night, and he doesn’t usually ask for it specifically, but your company brings him comfort and makes it easier to relax.

You’ll just stay up with him drinking something warm and talking while he organizes all his thoughts in his sketch pads and notebooks or out loud to you. He’s got a brilliant mind, and even when you’re tired and staying up late to help him unwind you always gain something from the experience.

He’s particular about physical affection, but he’s slightly more open to it at night, admittedly enjoying the occasional massage on his stiff shoulders from you before bed.

He’s not snuggly when (if) he finally goes into the bedroom, happy to stick to his own side of the bed. To him, the bed is for getting rest and not much else. A necessity for maintaining the prison that is the flesh.

Sometimes he has a long, drawn out evening routine doing stretches before bed and washing his face and reading before bed and all that stuff. Other times he simply collapses into the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately. Thankfully he’s got a slight build, so you can move him over easily, but if he wakes up from you trying to move him he’ll be grumpy. He tries to wake up early, and is usually successful, but on the few mornings where he can’t get himself going you’ll take it upon yourself to help him wake up by making him his coffee (he’ll complain about how you make it wrong but still drink it anyways.) Sleepy morning Rohan is so cute even though he’s so grouchy and grumbling about you being in his face while he’s waking up.

Guido Mista: He likes to stay up late doing whatever it is he does at night, but is very easily coaxed to bed by you if you want him to join you. He’s an easy sleeper, falls asleep fast, and can fall asleep almost anywhere. Sometimes all he needs is to pull his hat over his eyes and he’s Out like a light. But if he’s gonna fall asleep wherever, he prefers to fall asleep on you, whether he’s leaning on your shoulder or using your lap as a pillow. And of course you can do the same to him, but he’ll get a little flustered if you fall asleep on him, worrying about waking you up on accident.

He’s not too worried about nighttime routines. He’ll just go to bed when he’s tired in whatever he’s wearing. You usually have to tell him to at least take off his belt before bed so he’s somewhat comfortable.

He loves snuggling in bed with you, often crawling on top of you and falling asleep with his face nestled into your collarbone. It’s super cute but sometimes he feels SO heavy and combined with his snoring you’ll have the occasional difficult night for the sake of his comfortable rest. But it’s alright. Stroking his back while he uses you as his own personal mattress and snores his heart out is so sweet. (Also ok. Imagine the bullets lined up next to you all snuggled under the blanket that’s giant compared to them. You’re like there’s no way you sleep like that and Mista’s genuinely like what’s wrong with it????)

Bruno Bucciarati: He’s not sure when the last time he’s had an actual decent night’s sleep was. He is stressed and overworked all the time, which leads to many sleepless nights. Often times he’ll come to bed and try to sleep for a moment, but once he thinks you’re asleep you’re usually greeted to the sight of his bare back as he sits at the edge of the bed debating if he should just get up and start his day since sleep won’t be coming to him anytime soon. If you reach out and touch him though, he’ll allow himself to lie by your side a little longer, to put you at ease. He knows you worry about him. Occasionally he’ll get a few hours of sleep, but often you hear: “I just need to take care of a few things, dear…” and he kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed and tries to be as quiet as possible as he gets dressed for the day.

When he does manage to fall asleep, he’s neither a light or heavy sleeper, but his exhaustion is visible in how he sleeps. How his brow manages to be furrowed even in his sleep astounds you, but he still retains a sort of elegance with his head against a pillow and his hair slightly unkempt as his soft breathing makes his chest rise and fall. He’s not particularly physically clingy in his sleep, but he’s not opposed to holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist, and it won’t bother him if you curl up into his chest while you sleep. He might even sleep a bit better.

Leone Abbacchio: He’s got an inconsistent sleep schedule, tending to go to bed whenever he wants, whether that be really early or really late. He either takes forever to fall asleep, or is out like a light as soon as his body comes into contact with a semi-comfortable surface. He’s not used to consistently sharing a bed with someone, don’t take it personally when he’s not the most considerate bedmate, especially at first. He doesn’t like being touched or snuggled in his sleep. He’ll complain and push you away, usually saying something about how it’s too hot for you to be clinging to him like that. He just finds it way too intimate for someone like him to snuggle with someone like you in bed. Intimacy, vulnerability…he’s not used to it and he’ll resist it for a long time, even with you.

He tends to wake up either in the middle of the night, or late into the morning. He doesn’t like to talk about it, he’d probably never if given the choice…but he has nightmares on occasion. Intense ones, where he’ll nearly scream himself awake. He’ll apologize for waking you, but usually won’t tell you what’s wrong, crawling out of bed in just his sweatpants to drink away whatever the hell woke him up so violently. Follow him if you’d like. He won’t want to talk, but he’s visibly shaken, drumming his fingers against his glass and staring down into the liquid. You press your forehead against his bare back and attempt to hug him from behind. He’s stiff, unresponsive, quietly telling you that you should go back to bed and he’ll join you…in a moment.

Johnny Joestar: He’s comfortable to sleep next to, something about him feels so…safe. He’s a pretty sleeper, breathing softly in his sleep, nuzzling against you if you’re close, clearly so exhausted and so in need of a decent night’s rest. He frequently wakes up in the middle of the night, often for no apparent reason. Sometimes he can fall back asleep. Other times he’ll just lie awake, frustrated that he woke up at such an unreasonable time, but used to it at this point.

He doesn’t mind cuddling at night but he’s secure keeping to himself. It’s probably most comfortable for him to just hold your hand when he falls asleep, so he can have his own space and the comfort of your companionship at the same time.

You have the best late night conversations with him when you both have the misfortune of waking up in the middle of the night for whatever reason. Even when he’s just complaining about his messed up sleep schedule, you love listening to him talk.

Sometimes he’ll have random bouts of clinginess though, where he wants to wrap his arms around you or lay his head in your lap or bury his face into the crook of your neck while he falls asleep.

Gyro Zeppeli: Your big, rugged, handsome Italian cowboy of a husband can sleep just about anywhere, but of course he has a preference for sleeping with his sweetheart in his arms. He enjoys pulling you on top of himself when you’re snuggling in bed, and despite your protests he insists he literally sleeps better with your weight on him. You can roll off of him after he falls asleep. He’s a heavy sleeper, and he snores real loudly. You have better luck just hoping he’ll roll onto his side than trying to move him yourself or waking him up. It can be irritating, but you’re glad he’s able to sleep so comfortably. You thought he’d be inconsistent with a nighttime routine but if he has the means to take care of it he’ll actually get fussy until he does it. It’s kinda hot watching him brush his hair while also taking off his accessories because he’s too impatient to get to bed to do one thing at a time.

Despite how huge and uncoordinated he might seem by appearance, he’s got a lot of grace and elegance. Despite doing so many things at the same time, he doesn’t mess himself up even once.

He also sleeps really good with his head on your lap or against your chest. Be prepared, if he falls asleep on top of you you’re gonna have a hard time escaping. Better get comfortable.

Diego Brando: He’s so difficult to sleep next to…HOW does he snore that loudly?! And he writhes around in his sleep a lot, sometimes his body is freezing, and you really notice because he clings to you often. It’s not even intentional, he just wraps himself around you in his sleep and won’t release you unless you wake him up. He’s a blanket hog too, unsurprisingly. He Can fall asleep anywhere if he has to, but he prefers to sleep in a comfortable bed, with a bunch of pillows, since he loves to feel like a king. He typically wakes up super early, and exercises or reads in his private study (which is more of a trophy room than anything). Though he thinks sleeping in is more of an “apex of society” thing, he can’t stand lazing around in bed in the mornings, with the exception of when he’s not feeling well or you somehow wake up before him and decide to spoil him with breakfast in bed. It makes him feel important, so he encourages you to treat him. As annoying as it is to deal with him acting like a bratty princess, it also makes him happy and puts him in a good mood; and he doesn’t like sitting in bed all morning anyways so you don’t have to deal with it too often.

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I actually don’t have anything to say but I feel the need to write something at the end anyways um…I’ve been thinking about my list for my top ten favorite jjba characters and I think Johnny, Gyro, and Diego would all go on there lol…I don’t think it can be easily guessed from my blog theming but my favorite character is Rohan, and my favorite antagonist is Diavolo~

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Imagine Jonny and gyro trying to keep their Gundham partner away from Diego because he is a dinosaur💀.

and somhow now is always sounding there Gundham partner because they are a animal magnet .🐹🐹🐹🐹

lol okay, I had a little trouble understanding the second part but you mean due to the reader's natural ability to attract animals, Diego is now constantly around them? I'll do that for the headcannons but you can request again if i misunderstood

Johnny Joestar

Frustrated beyond belief. He already has to deal with Gyro’s nonsense, and now his partner is basically a dinosaur magnet?!

The moment Diego shifts into his dinosaur form, your natural ability to attract animals kicks in, and now Diego is constantly lurking around you.

At first, Johnny thinks Diego is doing this to mess with them.

“He’s doing this on purpose. He KNOWS.”

But then he realizes Diego isn’t even trying- he’s genuinely drawn to you because of your animal-attracting energy.

Every time Johnny turns around, Diego is THERE.

“HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING US?!”

Tries to ride off with you on Slow Dancer, but Diego’s dinosaur instincts make him chase after you.

You: "Oh my, he’s just like a loyal beast following his master-"

Johnny: "DON'T CALL HIM THAT."

Gyro Zeppeli

At first, he thinks it’s funny.

“Hah! Of course, you’d attract a DINOSAUR. Your weird animal magnetism has no limits.”

Then Diego won’t leave you alone.

And suddenly, it’s NOT funny anymore.

“Hey, hey! Get lost! Go eat a goat or something!”

Tries to distract Diego by throwing random meat away from you.

Diego never falls for it.

“Do I look like some mindless beast to you?”

“YES.”

Diego keeps naturally circling back to you no matter where they go, and Gyro starts getting super competitive about it.

Actually considers using the Spin to create some kind of ‘anti-Diego’ barrier around you.

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scenario for gyro w a big tiddie gf or S/O maybe??? love ur writing 🥺🥺🥺✨

(IJRFVIUERJ NThank you love!)

You open your eyes slowly, just having woken up from a nap, sighing in relief as you were glad to have left a wild dream you were having. You furrowed your brows when you noticed the weight on your chest- looking down to find your boyfriends face burried in it.

"Gyro?" You spoke groggily, recieving a grunt in reply. You rolled your eyes and rested your hand on the back of his head, causing him to lift it. He gave you a tired smile, eyes a bit squinted.

"That's my name." He replied, shifting his body a bit so he could wrap an arm around you. You hummed and smiled back. It must have been late. He usually returned from the hospital at about 11:30pm.

"Busy tonight?" You asked, smoothing his hair back and unraveling his bun. He was still in his nurses uniform...he must have been too tired to take it off.

"Yeah, really busty-I mean busty-I mean BUSY." He stammered as his hand rested on your right breast. You pressed your lips together before spitting out a small laugh, "I'll take that as a yes, dear lord..." you pulled him as close as you could, turning your body towards his.

"Sorry...just, coming home to you and your pillows is just so heavenly. I was thinking about 'em on the way home." he told you, as if if it were definitely supposed to be a compliment. You sighed, "I'm surprised....because you usually don't think at all." You replied.

Gyro gasped, "Heh?! I think all the time! That's just rude..." He looked away for a moment before, despite those words, leaning forward to place a kiss on your neck, sweet as per usual. You groaned.

"I know. I'm just so cruel. What kind of partner lets you do whatever they want with your boobs? Couldn't be me." You spoke sarcastically, earning you a grin from Gyro, "I can't believe I'm still with you when I'm so deprived." He said as he landed his full face back into your chest.

"Unbelievable..."

[joestarfoundation]

JOBROS: Dinner is ready...

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because 1. She already has her post here and 2. This post is supposed to be straight (f/m). I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

nsfw link: Speedwagon, Caesar, Bruno | He would eat you out by making you lie on the mattress, and he would do it so well that it would be impossible for you not to grab his hair while your tender moans motivate him to continue<3

nsfw link: Okuyasu, Mista | If you want it that way, he'll give you some licks to your clit to tease you, while looking at your breasts, but don't worry, he'll eat you out well, just make sure you don't hold back your moans if you don't want to end up totally overstimulated

nsfw link: Kakyoin, Gyro | Literally RIP that pussy, the moment will feel so deeply intimate, not only because of the way his full lips suck your clit, but because his hands will also be touching your entire body, everything. His tongue would move like crazy inside you and you would possibly end up squirting in his face

Here you can find more posts like these

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In The Wild Wild West | 1

San Diego’s Sweetheart

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THIS CHAPTER: Life is full of bad decisions. Unfortunately, you tend to make a lot of them. You have to wonder if it’ll bite you in the ass someday. Also, you NEVER want to see another blonde again in your life.

WARNINGS: blood. that’s it im pretty sure

NOTE: not one, but perhaps TWO asshole blondes this time?

It is finally September 25th, yet you feel nothing but exhaustion. Roughly four in the morning and Nirvana’s hooves were finally gracing San Diego’s beach.

The hours long journey that began in the town of Oceanside, through other smaller towns you’ve never heard of, and into more rural areas came to a close on this very beach.

There was a lot of plotting and planning to get here. Ideas you’ve scrapped, words you’ve decided not to say to others. In the end, the idea you’d like to call your final draft, wasn’t the best. Starting with stealing money from your father.

It’s bad. It’s really, really bad. But it’s something you needed to do. You needed that money to enter the race and get supplies. Once you were all alone with your thoughts in bed, it became clear to you that there wouldn’t be a chance in the world getting all that money in only two nights. Especially since you had to leave early to make it on time.

That lady didn’t tip you either, even after you helped her out. So much for that well-thought-out drink! You were glad her courting attempt wasn’t successful.

The night you returned home from the saloon, you asked your father to borrow the remaining amount and were met with a resounding no.

Your mood hadn’t helped at all thanks to that cad you had the misfortune of interacting with. Though you hate to admit it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to you, aptly naming him the “asshole with shiny teeth” and making sure to write it down in your journal so you don’t forget.

Fueled by nothing but the taste of bitterness, before you visited Liam the next morning, you returned to the saloon and took money out of its safe before opening hours. It had all been stuffed in your reticule, which you ended up tossing somewhere in the wild after you bought a bigger saddlebag for Nirvana.

Despite knowing obviously that stealing was wrong, you didn’t feel guilty at the time. But the moment you came onto this beach, the feeling of unease started to creep in after realizing what you’d done.

Your mind had thrown out the word selfish, but there’s no way you could be when you had your father and even your mother’s best interest in mind.

You’d repay him the amount you took and more once you win the race. You’d even get him a bigger saloon, so the Lucky Spur’s old location would be but a distant memory. Your mother’s tailor business would benefit from your win as well. You’d ensure she had top-quality crafting material and nothing but the finest silk lined on a wooden spool.

It wasn’t selfish, it was far from it. You’ll always think of them.

“He’ll be fine” is what you’d counter your mind with. If he were in your shoes, he’d understand that getting this money was necessary. He’ll forgive you in due time.

However, your mind starts to dip into other territory.

The fear of being caught when you’re in the middle of the race with the word guilty written right on your forehead. Would you be branded with a hot iron? Would you be publically humiliated? Or perhaps you could beg for mercy, be given a slap on the wrist, and be thrown into jail for god knows how long?

The last option isn’t so bad in comparison. You’d prefer not to smell your burning flesh, nor would you want to face the town if humiliated. The thought of a lingering mark on your skin makes a sudden ache flow through your fingers into the palm of your hand, and you can’t help but release the reign from one hand and rub the back of the other with it.

You don’t want to think about it too much, so you need to remind yourself with the truth. This is not a selfish act, no, but a step towards a better future for yourself and your family, from your writing career to their business.

And speaking of writing, you’re gonna have to write an update about current events as soon as you can.

When you came back to see Liam and said that this would be the last time you’d see him, he asked if you had caught the epidemic.

“—’cause you make it sound like you’re going to die.” He said, a smirk playing out on his face. The two of you shared a tea kettle, and he reached over to pour it into your cup. “That’d make you the first one to catch it here. You must be special.”

“I hope I did catch it, then I could infect you. If I go down, you’re coming with me.”

The weirdest description of that ailment was given to you by papers. If one were to catch it, the individual’s skin could turn as yellow as a lemon, coupled with black vomit. You don’t even want to imagine what it looks like. Disgusting.

You also read that it’s uncertain if conditions will worsen or spread as winter approaches. Even now, all you can do is pray that it doesn’t.

After all, it’s well into autumn. The perfect time to harvest and sell vegetables, with pomegranates being this month’s hot item. You feel inclined to agree; the temperatures weren’t as bad as in the summer when it sometimes felt like you were burning alive. You’ve discovered that being covered in sweat while on horseback is not very fun—or comfortable, for that matter.

“What I mean, you idiot, is that I’m going to have to leave for San Diego as soon as I get out of here.” You clarified. “I’ll be taking Nirvana.”

“You know, I’m not sure what made you stick with her, let alone pick her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Friesian horse used in racing. You know we have others like an Appaloosa or an Arabian horse.” Liam muttered. It’s more like a suggestion, one that you weren’t interested in. “And yet, she seems eager to run rather than trot around for pleasure. Though I guess it’s a matter of endurance rather than speed…”

At that thought, you reach over and run a hand over the side of Nirvana’s neck. Thankfully, you’d be stopping soon because she’s hot to the touch. “You did fantastic!” You compliment with a smile. “I’m going to stop soon and get you some water. The both of us can get some well-deserved rest.”

The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet and the sky was painted in a deep blue, similar to the color of a polished gem. It reminds you of a beautiful lapis lazuli you had seen in a jewelry store long ago. Costed a ton of money though, so you swore that one day you’d come back for it and make it into a necklace.

As you recall, the moon rises from the East, lowers in the West. Fortunately for you, you didn’t seem to be the only one awake at this hour. There were a couple of racers that had been idling around. Hell, there were at least two at the sign-up stand when you took a look over.

Though excitement was making itself known through your exhaustion, the only thing you wanted to do now was sign up, find a tent, and pass out as long as you could before the race began. The next thing you do is shuffle through your pocket and pull out a small mirror.

One could say that you’ve had better days. The damage of it was most noticeable under your eyes. If only they made something that could cover it up…

Oh well. You’re here now. That’s all that matters. Today will be the better day. “Here we are,” You mutter, bringing Nirvana to a halt near a trough. “It’s all yours. I’ll be back.” You swing your leg from over her and jump down, then reach to unhook the saddlebag.

Once it’s in your hands, you yawn as you trudge over toward the sign-up stand, rubbing your eyes.

Hopefully, you can make this quick. It’s truly horrible you barely got any rest. It was originally planned to be a non-stop trip, but unfortunately you didn’t really have a choice but to stop occasionally. Even if it wasn’t for long, you knew you couldn’t afford to push yourself or Nirvana too hard right now.

At one point you had to camp out about ten kilometers from San Diego and rest, then continue after getting some shut-eye. It was tough, though. Nirvana would whinny and it would wake you. The sound of the fire crackling nearby would wake you. After all, you’d never been out on your own like that before. Just you, Nirvana, and the silence of the landscape near you.

Okay, maybe one snake tried to give you some company near your sleeping bag, but you’d try and put a considerable distance between you and the serpent with panic. No snake bites here.

Strangely cute as it may have been with its little flickering tongue, you didn’t have a way of telling if it was venomous or not and you didn’t want to find out.

You tiredly greet the clerk once you’re up there, face to face with a fenced window with a small slot under it. This place looks to be some inn repurposed to be used for the race. Nifty. You shuffle through your bag and pull out cash, placing it in front of him. “This should be enough to enter.”

The man inside looks down at the money, then back at you. He seems to fight a snicker. “Of course. You’re sure?”

You don’t like how he asked that, but you still nod. “Yes. Count it, please.”

He does, albeit slowly. It annoys you how long he takes. Not only had you begun to worry about not taking enough or spending too much, but you were worried Nirvana may get antsy around the other horses and people that were around.

The thought of so many racers on the beach had already unsettled you, actually. And this is only early on in the morning. Lord knows how many more will arrive once the sun fully rises. There’s no way you could let your guard down now.

“What time is it?” You suddenly ask. The clerk motions over towards the clock behind him, focused on counting. Your rough estimate was correct, as it’s a quarter past four now. You couldn’t help but drum a finger along the kiosk once you look back at him. “You’re taking an awfully long time. Think it’s not real? The president’s face is right there.”

It’s teasingly said by you, but you’re wondering what the hold up was.

”No worries.” Thankfully, he finally looks up at you with a nod, the final bill in his hand. “Yes, yes, this seems like all of it. Are you certain you want to enter? There are no refunds after we take this fee.”

“Yes. Again, I’m sure.” If he asks one more time, you might yell at him.

He then starts to rummage under the counter and pulls out a piece of teal paper with a number, sliding it under the fenced window to you.

“This is your identification card, you’re number 815. Make sure to keep it safe and with you at all times.” The next thing he gives you is a small golden badge. “It also comes with a commemorative race badge.”

The little golden badge has a man riding a horse in the center with a horseshoe around him. San Diego on its left, New York on its right, with the bottom of its curve says 1890.

You hold the badge up. How cute! You really hope they’d give you more goodies like this. You slide both the badge and the paper into your pocket.

“Exchanging of horses and riders are prohibited. We will record your fingerprints and the horse’s nose print immediately. Then, we will take your horse and attach your identification number to them. If you’re okay with these terms, please sign right here.”

You pull the paper closer to you. No issues at all here. Once he gives the pen to you, you sign your name in fresh ink, then blow on the paper so it’ll dry faster.

“This too, please.” The clerk slides another piece of paper. “Dip your index and thumb into the ink and stamp them on the paper.”

This still doesn’t feel real. It’s like you’re not actually on the coast of San Diego. Like you’re not signing up for the race.

You can’t help but smile tiredly as you stamp your fingers onto the paper. A vision of seeing yourself on the front of a newspaper, holding onto the book that you wrote all by yourself, is right here within your grasp.

The clerk wishes you good luck and you give him a nod in response, walking back over to Nirvana. As predicted, she had been pretty on edge, seeing as she’d been pawing the ground.

Once you’re in her line of sight, she let out a huff, which definitely sounded like attitude. Then she leans her head back down to take a drink of water. “It was like one second.” You huff back at her. You think you’ll leave your sleeping bag strapped onto her for a while, but bring the remainder of your stuff with you to the tent.

You hoist the bag strap further onto your shoulder, feeling the full weight from everything you bought inside. Some clothes, plus the consequence of hitting the shopkeeper with word vomit. He shouldn’t have let you buy all that stuff, damnit!

Still, a compass, a mirror, a toothbrush. Stuff like that? You need it! Your spending habit was worth it at the end of the day and as long as it can fit in the bag.

You also wanted to look at the paper before going to sleep again, as you didn’t have time earlier. The shopkeeper gave it to you on the house, insistent you read the brand new horoscope section, saying it was popular among women your age.

Well, at least you wouldn’t have to mount Nirvana for a minute. Getting on was difficult without help. The way you get on could have been better, but the more you do it, the more you’ll get the hang of it. If you get on her using the stirrup in a dire situation, it might slow you down. But that’d be pretty unlikely. This should be a relatively smooth sailing race.

Funnily enough, there was a point where you would get a running start, jump on top of Nirvana with your stomach on her back, then wiggle around to sit on her properly. Liam had to tell you there are better and safer ways. Of course, he didn’t forget to call you loony for mounting her like that, then said the stirrup exists for that very reason.

You brush along Nirvana’s black coat with a hum. She’s still a little sweaty, but the more she’s idle and the water she drinks, the more she’ll be alright.

“Hey, you.”

You pause and turn around, yet there isn’t anyone in front of you. Your gaze goes a bit downward to see a boy in a wheelchair who looks up at you with a scowl on his face. “Huh?”

When you get a really good look at him, you see blonde hair that was jutted in strange looking angles, the most of it covered up by a blue star patterned beanie with a horseshoe that matched the style of his pants.

Your confusion only annoys him further. “Are you gonna just stand there and tend to that horse all day? You’re the stable girl, right? Open the gate, I wanna ride.” He motions his hand over towards the pen. “I bought a horse.”

You’re still confused, brows furrowing as you look down at him. What made you look like a stable girl? “Sorry, you’ve got it all wrong.” You wave your hands at him. “I’m in the race, this is my horse here.”

Your words almost bring a laugh out of him. You? Participating in the race? “Yeah, right.” He rolls his eyes. “And I’m going to get out of this wheelchair and start walking. Just open the gate already.”

If you have to deal with one more person who belittles you for entering the race, you will snap. You swear you will. It takes everything in you not to lose it on this guy.

“You know what? You’re right. You might get out of that chair after all. When I push you out of it.” To prove yourself, you take out the slip of paper from your pocket and hold it out in front of him.

“Here, I hope you know how to read. Otherwise, that’d be embarrassing for you. I’ll say it again, I’m not a stable girl. What business does someone like you have riding on a horse anyway?”

Was that too much? Telling him you’d push him out of his wheelchair was messed up, but all those words came out quicker than you’d wanted. His eyes widened at your (empty, but how could he know?) threat, then screwed themselves shut as he looks away with gritted teeth.

He knew he should have been used to this by now. People who mocked him, insulted him, even the rare display of pity from those who knew of him. While you hadn’t recognized who he was, he still forced an answer out, trying his best to keep it together. “None of your business.”

You’re still lost. He’s in a wheelchair. How the hell would he get on a horse? Half curious and apologetic, you let out a sigh. “Well, um.” It’s the only thing you can start off with. Again, you’ve had better days. Days that didn’t include threatening a disabled man. “I’m sorry. I can…you want me to find you a way in?”

“Haven’t ya’ heard of the term curiosity killed the cat? You said it, you’re not the stable girl, so forget it.” He mutters, setting his hands on the wheels. “I’ll figure out a way to do it my damn self. Get out of my way before I run over your foot.” He didn’t have time for your shenanigans. There’s something more important to worry about.

“Fine.” You, too, have something more important to worry about, which is going to sleep. If he didn’t want help, it’s whatever. You wanna go to bed anyway. “Be that way! Don’t say I didn’t try to help.”

You end up walking away from him. He can struggle and figure things out by himself. You wish him luck getting anywhere, especially since most are sleeping at this hour and wouldn’t want to be bothered. You’d follow suit as soon as you can claim a tent, preferably somewhere you didn’t have to see him.

You’d peek into a few tents and move on to the next section each time you opened an occupied one. The last one you had gotten to was empty, a little closer to the ocean. Everything works out! You’d read and then fall asleep to the sound of the ocean’s waves.

Kneeling and pushing the entrance open, you crawl into the small space. The floor has padding, but it should basically be bare with the way it peeled off the ground and how thin it was. It’s not a comfy bed, but it’s better than sleeping out in the open, right?

Flipping open the newspaper before sleep can fully claim you, you can’t help but wonder if shoddy fortune-tellers had a hand in the horoscope. Instead of luring you into an alley to tell your fortune, they’ve made it into the papers. Good for them!

The first page you flip to immediately greets you with more information about the Steel Ball Run, again. This time, there’s a small section of popular racers who’d be participating. Diego Brando, an infamous jockey hailing from Britain and making a wave in the United States. Urmd Avdol, who hails from Egypt and possibly plans to ride with a camel? Even a real cowboy, the paper says, a Mountain Tim from Wyoming.

All kinds of people were joining, it seems.

The next page gives a weather report, which was slightly irrelevant to the area you’re in. And the section below decides to give you advice on how to keep a husband.

Ugh. The line “obey all his orders” immediately catches your unhappy eye. Like you’d ever need that.

A time ago, Miss Ava suggested that you should be looking to settle down with a fine man in the future. She even told you that you were truly stunning and didn’t see why men hadn’t already fallen at your feet.

She had only realized exactly why when you had adamantly refused. The thought of someone telling you what you do, giving away whatever money you have earned, and doing all the housework. The only things women are good for are cooking and carrying one’s children.

You’re a little too outspoken and men absolutely hate that. She quickly suggested keeping your thoughts to yourself to save yourself from public scrutiny.

It’s not like anyone would listen to you anyway. The night before was shown to prove as such. None of the men in there listened to you and the only other woman was too focused on trying to get in that man’s bed.

Flipping onto the next page, you’re finally onto what seems to be the horoscope page. There are predictions of love life, wealth, and the future. All scribbled down according to the month you were born in.

Your assigned paragraph reads: “Though love is to remain unchanging for the time being, it is around the corner awaiting your arrival. Hold off on any unnecessary affairs. For the next few months, trouble with men arriving in your path will likely linger.” How fun.

In a way, it seemed as if it was already beginning. You were already having issues with men that happened to get in your way. One that seemed to come in on a horse, the other that rolled.

They also don’t forget to mention that your lucky number is eight, which is a little weird. Your identification number starts with eight. The golden badge you got has the current year with an eight in it. Could be nothing, could be something. Could just be your lack of sleep.

But should you believe this? It was a little too coincidental.

The thought lingers as the words start to jumble together and your eyes droop lower. Perhaps you’d figure this one out once you wake up.

The feeling of a dream that was not entirely clear lingers. You think you had a dream when you had fallen asleep, but you’re not entirely sure.

You know that everything wasn’t pitch black when you closed your eyes. There were images inside your dream, shapes and colors you can’t remember.

It was also much lighter outside than before once you were torn right back into consciousness. You’re immediately filled with panic, throwing the flap of your tent open and nearly falling over. There’s no way you overslept. You couldn’t have.

The moment you open it up and swing your head from left to right, Seeing other racers still lingering by their tents and gathering their horses made you sigh in relief. Your saddle was still resting on the outside by the neatly folded pads.

You needed to put it back on Nirvana. This would be a little hard, but you sort of remember how Liam had gotten it on. The pads first, then the saddle itself, then tie it. It shouldn’t be too difficult.

You hoist the saddlebag back onto your shoulder, lift the saddle into your arms, and put the saddle pads on top. You’re a one-trip girl. As you stand up and make your way towards Nirvana, you pass by a pen or two, most notably passing a discarded wheelchair.

It’s lying there overturned. You can’t help but to raise an eyebrow.

This is the same wheelchair you saw earlier. The only difference is that it’s missing a person this time—that guy. You must admit, you’re a little worried. Surely, he couldn’t have gotten on that horse and made off into the sunset that easily?

“Well, well, color me shocked.”

That voice makes you nearly give yourself whiplash as you turn around. The growing thorn in your side, the man you unfortunately couldn’t stop thinking about since he told you not to participate. The asshole with shiny teeth! He’s right here looking at you with raised brows, holding a thin bedroll tucked under his underarm and a saddle in his arms.

You can’t help but notice how his triceps flex as he adjusts the saddle to his comfort, and you frown. His muscles are probably the worst thing you could focus on right now.

“You must be the help.” You dryly say, a smirk playing on your lips. “Otherwise, I don’t know why you’re here. Are you following me or something?”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, voice mirroring the same dryness as yours. “I wonder why you didn’t take my advice. I was only trying to help. I’m sure you have a family at home, yes? Shouldn’t you want to return to them safely?”

He must feel high and mighty right now, giving you advice. But you know what he was trying to do. He’s not a savior. He will never be your savior. His advice isn’t needed nor warranted, especially if it’s condescending.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” You retort. If you had a free hand, you’d show him your identification number like you did with the other guy. “Besides, I don’t need advice, remember?”

The urge to throw the saddle at him grows stronger, but that’d be a waste of a saddle. You start walking forward so you don’t change your mind and chuck it at him.

“I’m telling you, you’re not gonna last very long.” He tries to warn, following along with you. “Still, if you want to drop out and instead watch as I travel across the country, you still have the chance. That way, I’ll remember that cute little face, signorina. I’d definitely come back for you.”

Wow, it’s truly your lucky day! You’d drop to your knees right now if you could, begging him to whisk you away from this oh-so-scary race and have all ten of your children!

Not. You suddenly stop in your tracks and look him dead in the eye. He’s got this shit-eating grin on his face, those shiny gold teeth back on display. You never thought this could happen, but you think he’s starting to hit a nerve that no one else could touch. Not even Liam. Not even your father or mother.

“Nyoho!” He gives a stupid…laugh, you think it was. It makes your eye twitch. “You must be thinking about it, yes?”

“Right now, I’m thinking about you getting out of my face. Now move.” You push past him toward Nirvana before he can say more. But you pause, turning your head back to him. “You know, so that I can go and put the saddle on my horse. The horse I’ll be using to travel across the country myself.”

You wanted to put that out there, prayerfully annoying him in the process. It’s no wonder he wanted you out of the race, he’d be participating as well. If you get a higher placement than him, perhaps it’ll be the last time you hear his mouth.

However, trailing back to your thoughts from earlier about that wheelchair, you realize its emptiness really bothered you for some reason. Where could he have gone?

“Hey, that famous jockey, he’s still at it?” You hear a man say. “It’s been hours. Is he really planning on entering the race in that condition?”

Famous jockey?

You look over to where they’re looking, and lo and behold, it’s the same guy being ruthlessly dragged by a horse around the pen. Every rock he goes over makes you wince, and there’s blood running down the side of his face, dripping down to his arm.

The horse eventually forces him to slam right into the wooden fence of the pen, splintering into pieces. He coughs and hacks, blood splattering all over the dirt.

Even if you had threatened to push him out of his wheelchair and he had threatened to run over your foot only a few hours ago, you had a heart. “What’re you guys waiting for?!” You immediately drop your saddle onto the ground and rush toward the pen. “Are you just going to let him do that?!”

The moment you look like you’re about to get in there, the blonde shakily points a finger at you. “I swear to god!” He yells, voice labored, “If you come near me, I’ll light myself on fire!”

“No use, ma’am.” One of the men shakes his head. “He’s been at this for a while now. He’s insane. Look.”

He motions over to him. Once you look over, you see there’s a sharp piece of wood embedded in his calf, dried blood and dirt staining his star-legged pants. “He was sold a dobbin, apparently. It’s an old, untamable horse with a twisted personality. Still, let him do what he wants. Impossible glory, everyone who came here is like that.”

Impossible glory, he says. Leaning on the fence, you watch as he pitifully crawls back over to the horse, only to immediately cover his head once the horse starts to stomp its hooves into the ground in an attempt to trample him.

“I-I can’t watch this anymore! we have to stop him!” The shorter man says. “Hey, don’t you think?”

He couldn’t have been talking to you, could he? You’ve already made your thoughts clear. You wanted to stop him, but he threatened to kill himself!

“Are you asking for my opinion?”

The moment you hear that voice come from your left, you rub the palm of your hand onto your temple. He needs to find something else to do instead of being near you.

He leans on the fence like you, setting his saddle and knee on the middle wooden piece. “I was just looking since he was in my sight. But if I were to say something about it, he’ll never ride it. Not like that.”

You turn over to look at him. He’s at least a foot or two away from you. He pauses for a second to glance at you, then back towards the horse. “On the other hand, if he could ride it, he’d go beyond any human.”

After that, he gets off the fence, grabs his saddle, and leaves him to it. So much for saying anything helpful. The only thing you do is scoff, then cast a somewhat apologetic look towards the poor guy who’d continued to heave and cough on the ground.

There isn’t anything you could do, you suppose. Someone would have to take care of him eventually. You find yourself hoping you won’t see him on a small headline somewhere claiming that he met his end at the race’s starting point.

“Attention all participants,” There’s a voice from a loudspeaker, which overtakes all of the ambient noise on the beach. “There are officially fifteen minutes until the race begins. Each of your numbers is also your starting grid number. For fairness, please be at your corresponding starting grid by two minutes to ten am. Any participants who have not lined up or left their grid between those two minutes will be judged as a false start and will be penalized.”

Fifteen minutes?! You needed to get a move on and saddle Nirvana up. You rush over to where you dropped your equipment and scoop it into your arms, making a beeline for your horse.

“After the race mascot Mini Horse March and the band performance, there will be an opening ceremonial speech by the race director and sponsor of the Steel Ball Run Race, Mr Steven Steel.”

Nirvana swishes her tail at you again. She looks so wonderful with your number draped onto her side that you’re nearly crying. “Oh, Nirvana.” You call, dramatically bringing your hands to your mouth. “Look how wonderful you look!”

Though, your fawning would have to wait for another time. You immediately get to work on attaching the saddle. You try your best not to let the loud chants of “San Diego” and “New York” interrupt your focus.

The race of your life begins in roughly fifteen minutes. There’s no going back now.

[pillow-anime-talk]

{♡} jojo’s bizarre adventure month.

Welcome evenryone to ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Month’! Throughout whole November, I will be posting one scenario about a character who is related to JJBA manga or anime. As always it will be; one character x reader, two characters x reader, and sometimes several characters x reader. Tags will be different, i.e.: comedy, angst, family!au, romance, school!au, sfw or nsfw… Also, most of the stories will be about a female or gender-neutral reader, because it’s more comfortable for me to write it this way.

This is not the first time I organizes such an action. I added a similar post during ‘Genshin Impact Month’, ‘I love girls Month’ or ‘Music & Vocaloids Month’!!

As mentioned above, the characters you see below are completely randomly selected by me; I simply chose about 31 characters that I like or who is most popular.

I love you all and hope you will like it!!

done | 01/11. first day at school with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

done | 02/11. milf with NARANCIA GHIRGA

done | 03/11. escape with JOLYNE CUJOH, ERMES COSTELLO and FOO FIGHTERS

done | 04/11. new gang member with GIORNO GIOVANNA and BRUNO BUCCIARATI

done | 05/11. training with LISA LISA

done | 06/11. friends with benefits with KOICHI HIROSE and YUKAKO YAMAGISHI

done | 07/11. pregnant with WEATHER REPORT

done | 08/11. divorce with JOTARO KUJO

done | 09/11. eternal enemies with FUNNY VALENTINE

10/11. double life with LEONE ABBACCHIO

11/11. party time with JOHNNY JOESTAR

12.11. reading dark romance with DIO BRANDO

13/11. fingering with ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

14/11. back massage with JOSEPH JOESTAR

15/11. stripclub with KARS, ESIDISI and WAMUU

16/11. missgendering with DRAGONA JOESTAR

17/11. his muse with ROHAN KISHIBE

18/11. helping you with GYRO ZEPPELI

19/11. jealous man with JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF and MUHAMMAD AVDOL

20/11. proposal with NARCISO ANASUI

21/11. pegging with DIEGO BRANDO

22/11. old photos with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

23/11. girl with a gun with GUIDO MISTA

24/11. horse riding with JONATHAN JOESTAR

25/11. mourning with NORAKI KAKYOIN

26/11. crying with ENRICO PUCCI

27/11. rainy night with JODIO JOESTAR

28/11. new girlfriend with CAESAR A. ZEPPELI and WILL A. ZEPPELI

29/11. model with YOSHIKAGE KIRA

30/11. comforting with VINEGAR DOPPIO and DIAVOLO

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