#My Nyoho

[chikinan]

The obvious answer as to why we never see johnny's star birthmark is that araki just forgot. The actual potential answer is that araki is really funny and wanted to keep consistent with jonathan not showing it because it wasn't a thing back then. Now. My personal insane take is that we never get to see it because gyro was the one who had it.

[squishysphealgirl]

time will tell all

youve supported my wretched crucible well done #thankyou

you’re welcome? i understand all these words individually but not in sequence and i feel this is a great loss on my part

[wrxangel]

Johnny Joestar crushing on Reader at first sight

a/n: Johnny is so sos o sos o soso soooo cuuuteeee <33 my cutiepatootie my lil gumdrop, my lil sad blue Kentuckian 🥺

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Johnny had been staring at you from a distance, like a moth drawn to a flame, since the very moment he laid eyes on you before the Steel Ball Run began. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about you that stirred something deep inside him, like the first taste of sweet tea on a hot summer's day.

The Steel Ball Run was about to kick off, and while Johnny's focus was on the race, he couldn't help but keep an eye on you. Your presence seemed to shine brighter than the desert sun. He saw you laughing with friends, your smile as warm as a southern sunrise. It was a sight he couldn’t shake from his mind.

As the race progressed, Johnny’s heart skipped a beat every time he spotted you by chance. He had a rough exterior and nerves of steel when it came to the competition, but when it came to you, he felt like a schoolboy with a crush, unsteady and unsure.

Despite the numerous women he had bedded in his prime, the feelings he had for you were new, pure, and most of all, terrifying.

You were beautiful, and even with your dusty riding gear and dirt-smudged face, he couldn't help but freeze at the thought of going up to you.

He didn't deserve you. He was so sure of that.

But he wanted to, though. So badly.

The day of the next stage, he found himself at a dusty tavern, nursing a drink and trying to calm the jitters that had taken up residence in his chest. Gyro, the charismatic person that he is, was chatting animatedly with some locals. Johnny, however, was distracted, his gaze frequently darting toward the door.

And then, as if the universe had heard his silent wish, you walked into the tavern. Johnny’s heart leapt. He watched you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Gyro noticed and nudged him with a knowing grin.

“Nyoho! Looks like you got yourself a little something on your mind, Johnny,” Gyro teased.

Johnny flushed and shoved Gyro, praying the bastard wouldn't do something to make him look a fool.

"Shut it, Gyro. And don't you dare do somethin' stupid!" Johnny hissed, balling up his fist and trying to look small in his wheelchair to avoid your potential gaze, no matter how much his heart was begging for your eyes to land on his own baby blues.

"Johnny-boy, you wound me! I'd never do such a thing." Gyro snickered, slumping in his chair to show that he was harmless.

The blue-eyed blonde rolled his eyes, feeling wary of Gyro's habit to cause trouble. But the Italian had a point, his mind had been stuck on you ever since he saw you. That bright smile of yours lifted his mood like no other whenever he thought about it, and the small glimpses he caught of you whenever you crossed paths on the trek of the past stage made his body tingle and his face warm.

If his legs still worked, he was sure he'd still end up in a wheelchair with the way you made him feel weak.

Johnny suddenly felt the weight of his insecurities. His legs—lame and useless—seemed heavier than ever. He was convinced that someone like you could never be interested in him. But he couldn’t deny the pull he felt.

He glanced over to you, spotting you just a few feet away waiting on some refreshments you ordered at the bar. The bar wasn't too tall, either. You were at the perfect height to talk face-to-face if he was sitting next to you.

Next to you...

Johnny entertained the thought, imagining the two of you laughing together, talking about how you both got halfway across the country for the chance to win a grand prize of $50 million dollars.

He'd gaze at your lips, wondering how even in the western heat can they look so glossy and kissable.

"Guh!" Johnny covered his face with one hand, feeling his cheeks burn.

He hated feeling like this, like some inexperienced teenage boy at the thought of just staring at your lips.

And with the impulse of a teenage boy, he figured that to remedy these pesky feelings, he should just get it over with.

Gathering his courage, Johnny puffed up his chest and approached you. He suddenly felt a little awkward, his hands trembling slightly as he wheeled himself over to you.

“Uh, hey there. I, uh, noticed you around and thought you might like a drink. It’s on me,” he said softer than he had intended, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a Kentucky drawl.

You looked up at him with a curious smile, your eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. Johnny felt like he might faint right then and there. His mind raced with self-doubt. Why would you want to talk to him? He felt so small and unworthy.

"How kind of you. Joestar, right?" You smiled.

And he melted.

"I- uh, yes! Joestar, my last name. You- you've kept an eye on me, or somethin'?" He fumbled, face warming at his bumbling demeanor.

This was not going the way he had planned.

"Mm, somethin' of the sorts," you mumbled with a shy look in your eyes.

You seemed so docile now that he was talking to you. But he could appreciate that. Made it easier to talk when he knew you were feeling just as nervous. Or at least, you seemed that way.

"Well, go ahead then. Whatever you want, it's on me," he gently urged, taking your responses as an invitation to sit next to you as he wheeled in closer to the bar.

"I'll let you know; real sweet, that's how I like my drinks." You ordered the sweetest damn thing on the menu, and he wasn't surprised. Your tastes matched your looks.

The two of you chatted in the bustling atmosphere of the tavern. Getting to know each other, hearing about how the last stage went for each of you. And he liked it, talking to you. It was easy, and it was as refreshing as the drink you were sipping on.

Johnny glanced over at Gyro, who was still engrossed in conversation with the locals, but occasionally shot Johnny a glance and a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with how things were going. Johnny shook his head slightly, amused by the gesture.

“So,” you said, your voice softening, “you’re really set on winning this race, huh?”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing a bit more serious. “Yeah. It’s not just about the money, though that sure would be nice. It’s... it’s about proving something. To myself, more than anything.”

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze searching his. “Proving what?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “That I’m still worth something. That even with everything that’s happened, I can still... I don’t know. Make something of myself.”

Your expression softened, and Johnny felt a pang of vulnerability as he looked into your eyes. He was afraid that you’d pity him, that you’d see him as just another broken man trying to piece together the remnants of a shattered life. But there was no pity in your gaze, only understanding.

“You’re worth more than you think, Johnny,” you said quietly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re out here, giving it everything you’ve got. That’s more than a lot of people can say.”

Johnny swallowed, his throat tight. He wanted to believe you, wanted to hold on to those words and let them seep into the cracks of his self-doubt. But it was hard. He’d spent so long feeling like a shadow of his former self, like he was less than what he used to be. But here you were, seeing something in him that he couldn’t quite see in himself.

Before he could respond, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “And for the record, I think you’re cute. I’d love to see you again in the next stage.”

Johnny’s breath hitched, and his heart felt like it might burst out of his chest. He was stunned, his mind scrambling to process what you had just said. Cute. You thought he was cute. The words played over and over in his mind, each repetition making his heart swell a little more.

He turned to face you, his blue eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something that felt dangerously close to hope. “You... you really mean that?”

You pulled back slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I do. So, what do you say? Think we can catch up again after the next stage?”

Johnny nodded, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

As the two of you continued talking, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that little corner of the tavern.

And when the time came to part ways, Johnny felt a warmth in his chest that hadn’t been there before. He watched you leave, his heart lighter than it had been in years. As he wheeled back over to Gyro, the older man gave him a knowing grin.

“Well, Johnny-boy, looks like you’ve got yourself a date for the next stage.”

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes still lingering on the door where you’d just exited. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

For once, the race didn’t seem so daunting. The road ahead might be long and grueling, but now, Johnny had something more to look forward to.

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[squishysphealgirl]

I have lain a perfectly Heather shaped trap on my blog and yet,,,,

alas!! i have not found it!! fortunately i can tell exactly who you are from your manner of speech, nyoho >:3

[daisyofwaterdeep]

ITS FLYMM CARGO I GOT IT NVM

quick someone help me with the name of that one place in baldurs gate by the water...the one that sucks to get into and has the worgs. the place where you access the iron throneeee i cant think of the name of it

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Don’t get cocky

Gyro zeppeli x Male reader

It was a boring day, everything was slow and everything was especially exhausting.. you and you’re two friends (well really more partners) stopped at a near by bar. Gyro, of course, had his expectations high. Who knows maybe he’d get what he’s been searching for this whole race. Johnny was sitting at a stool and just ordered his drink. The waitress was obviously hitting on him but he didn’t care for it and just told her to bring him his drink.

“Can i get one scotch on the rocks please?” Your voice tore through the loud noises. The waitress nodded and started making your drink. After this day, you needed one.

“Seems like you’ve had a stressful day. Nyoho~” gyro said as he took the seat next to you

“Just been tired thats all. Plus aren’t you supposed to be trying to get some tail from a slut here? That’s all you do anyways” you rolled your eyes

“Woah! Someone’s snappy today” He remarked

The waitress handed you your drink and left to tend to the other customers.

“Thank you” You said. Gyro slammed down a 20 and looked at you.

“On me, alright?”

“And what? I have to pay you back.” You scoffed “no thanks I’ll get it myself!”

You reached for your money but he pushed your hand back down

“I said it was on me, Y/n. I’m a man of my word. It you want to pay me back, that’s you.”

You chuckled “I guess I could take it.” you sipped your drink “I mean who am I to pass up a free drink”

Later that night you stumbled back to your room. You payed for yours and gyros and Johnny got his own because he hates sharing with you two. It’s like a circus in there.

“Woah Y/n! Be careful you’ll fall” he laughed with a little hic in between them

“Shhh gyro, gyro, gyro” You stumbled on your words

“Yea?” He laughed, he himself also drunk beyond belief

“Gyro give me a kiss” you tapped your cheek and laughed

He moved your face in one swift motion and kissed your lips. Your eyes lit up and as much as you were embarrassed. Your erection started to grow. You usually were snappy to gyro but god did you find him irresistible. Every time he brought some girl back you wanted to punch him.

His hands started to roam and grab at your ass, you leaned more into the kiss. Doing the same.

“Y/n~ nyoho”

“Mhm?” You lifted your head to meet his eyes

“Meet me in the shower. 5 minutes. Not a moment later!” Oh god- you two were definitely about to get it on.

5 minutes passed and you walked into the shower. It was steaming in there. The mood felt different though that’s for sure.

“Gyro?” You called

“Come in y/n. Im just freshening up. Why don’t you come join me?” He did his signature laugh

You stripped of your clothing and hopped in the shower. Still embarrassed by your erection.

“Someone’s happy~” he reached down to grab ahold of your hard cock. He started stroking from base to head. He knows how a man likes it because of course, he’s a man.

You let out a lovely little sigh, encouraging him to go faster.

“Like that? Want me to fuck you y/n…?”

“F-fuck me gyro.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know. You’ve been rude today” he said slowly stroking your cock more and more

“Fuck! Im sorry gyro just please fuck me! I won’t ever be m- rude to you again! AUGH!” You pleaded

“Oh alright. I guess I could<3” he said in a cocky tone

His hand left your cock and left you feeling cold.. but soon was filled with the head of his cock pushing against your hole. He nudged you and pushed himself in. You yelped his name as he went deeper. His hand coming back to your cock.

“This is fun! Why don’t we do this all the time, caro~?” He exclaimed

“F-fuck” you let out a moan against your arm.

He started thrusting harder and faster into you, hand still jerking you off until you came with a loud sigh. His orgasm slowly followed. He kissed your head and you two fell down in the tub letting the water go your skin<3

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Buy me a Kofi! ☕️

Definitely not required but they do help:)

[advestager]

(nyoho its the avdol fucker once again) Speaking of height… I think Avdol likes to occasionally sit atop Jotaro’s lap and place his head on his tiddies. Because he deserves a sense of comfort and safety too!!

avnon i wanna thank you personally for the fact that i've spent the last couple of days thinking NYOHO then giggling to myself like a five year old

(my mother probably wants to Not thank you for exactly the same reasons also)

anyway graphic representation of how i'm imagining

star platinum

jotaro

jotaro but internally

avdol

and magician's red

the first time that avdol tried it lmfao

ALSO behind the scenes lore: star platinum is always bunting (ie touching foreheads like a kitty) people he likes in my fic bc i headcanon that magician's red shows affection by touching his beak to people's faces, except star not having a beak means this translates as just gently head-bonking and nuzzling and being an overall menace

but this also means i'm 1000000% convinced that jotaro making his I'm Too Cool To Make A Real Joke So I Just Deadpan Weird Shit comments would have gotten his hair affectionately pecked by magician's red at least once

cue storming off seemingly in a huff but really just finding the nearest dark alley to just

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

nyoho!! thought you could escape my paw-some radar, huh? guess what!! surprise!! 🎁 gift for n-ya! it's a bit heavy... i guess i'll check what's inside...

👑 meow!! a crown!! hehe, you can have it!! ur a queen after all!!

- 🐈‍⬛🐾

omg... HELLO dear <3 how are you feline on this fine day (or night)? this is such a pawsitively clawsome surprise, thank you!! fur real though, i'm so honoured that you think i'm the cat's meow— i hope you know i want to print this ask out and frame it furever!! love you<33 sending loads of.. er... fish(???) and headpats your way <3

[go-go-gyro]

If you ask my father, I was considered an Italian traitor when I left for America, nyoho.

Gyro: I'm at Olive Garden, I'm already an Italian traitor.

[nikathesiren]

🕯 Manifesting for this scene to appear officially in four years or less 🕯

I never fell in love with a Jojo's character so quickly until I started reading Steel Ball Run and met Gyro, so I'm excited waiting for the day when they announce the anime adaptation.

I have drawn Gyro's first appearance in anime style. I'm not good (yet) at imitating Jojo's style, so it's a hybrid between my own style and a generic anime coloring style.

[pinkie-pinkeroni]

hoppy new year! enjoy some bunny boys!

may 2023 bring u happiness as bountiful as these thighs 🙏🐰

[slasherkisss]

Emry doesn’t understand Valentine’s Day but, you know what, he’s trying and that’s what counts

[shitty-jojo-panel-edits]

i kno this blog is for edits and im so off track with them but im somewhat happy with how this sketch turned out hello

[jojolymes]

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; eleven

࿔*:･ﾟxi.

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"HE'S ON OUR ASSES!" You squeezed your thighs around Thunder for a moment as the monstrosity followed close behind you all, pushing you to go faster than you already were. "Dammit! Speedwagon, this is all your fault!" screeched Gyro as you tried to get away from the monster that was the man's cart. "Wha-" "Oh, shut it, Gyro! You broke all the figures!" Johnny had come to your defense, leaving Gyro to scoff and chuck his ball over at the grotesquely shaped wood behind you all.

You grimaced and leaned forward, shifting your hips how Johnny had told you to - minutes earlier, you three had come across a man and a wooden cart, filled to the brim with religious wooden carvings. You had been observing one that reminded you of home when Gyro had appeared from nowhere and tried grabbing your hat like he had been trying to all of that morning. Sadly, as you had tried to get away from him, the figure had fallen from your hands and broken apart.

Brother Love, as he introduced himself, had gone from giving you a kind smile to cursing you for "being born" despite your offers to pay for it. Gyro had made matters worse by making fun of the carvings in his cart and then smashing them to bits. Of course, this made things go from bad to worse. In an instant, the cart had grown into a large wooden person with seven faces. You all were back onto their horses and off through the canyon within seconds.

"Get back here! You must pay for your sins, scum!"

"Nyoho~ No way in hell, baldie!" yelled Gyro as he chucked another steel ball at the monster's leg once more. For a moment, the monster had fallen to one knee, the wood it was made up of splintering where it had been hit. The two balls had returned to Gyro shortly after, who had been grinning at his masterpiece. His smile had fallen when the monster had gotten back on its feet and changed its face from a bright red one to one that was light blue.

"That can't be good!" you cried, shoulders growing tense as you leaned into Thunder's mane, forgetting any and everything Johnny had taught you earlier. A sudden beam of light blue hit Gyro, but instead of doing any damage, his expression changed. "This is too much work." Both you and Johnny's eyes widened as Gyro let Valkyrie start to slow down, inciting a curse to leave Johnny's lips.

"Speedwagon! Grab Gyro!" Despite your bubbling hatred for Gyro, you followed Johnny's orders and brought Thunderstruck right up next to Valkyrie before forcefully pulling Gyro to sit behind you. "Ugh, Speedwagon. You had to interrupt my break?" grumbled Gyro, not even attempting to help you out and keep himself steady on the saddle. "Complain later, Zeppeli," you spat back as he groaned and slumped against your back.

You held back the urge to push Gyro off and instead pulled away from Valkyrie's side who had started galloping at a fast pace once more. A sharp whistle brought the horse over by Johnny, where it remained near Slow Dancer's side. "Johnny, what now?" You called out as Gyro placed a limp hand on your shoulder. "The monster's face is different." You shot a glance over your shoulder to see the monster's face was now green.

Once more, a beam had shot out of its face before you and Johnny could react, hitting Johnny and covering his body in a green mist. "Johnny!" Your heart pounded in your ears as the green mist disappeared, allowing you to see Johnny again, this time with a twisted expression on his face. "Hey, why the hell does Gyro get to do jack shit while I take care of his horse?!" Slow Dancer was soon slowing down and by your side followed by Valkyrie on your other side.

"It ain't fair! I wanna ride with Speedy! You don't even like him, Gyro!" Johnny caterwauled as he grabbed Gyro by the shoulders and started pushing him over to Valkyrie. "What the hell are you two doing?!" You cried, tears coming to your eyes as the two bickered behind you. "Yeah, but I don't wanna move. I'm really comfortable right now." You bit back sobs and looked frantically up ahead, searching for something to stop the madness behind you.

The thundering stomps of the monster, the yells of Brother Love, and Gyro and Johnny's bickering did nothing but make you panic as your eyes glossed over with more and more tears. Your fingernails were digging into your palms the tighter your grip got on the reins to the point where you weren't even holding them properly. The sounds of Johnny and Gyro's contrasting voices made your heart pound louder and louder in your ears until you couldn't take it any longer.

"Dammit! You motherfuckers better shut up right now!" you screamed, looking over your shoulder with tears of anger. Your chest heaved up and down and you turned back around with adrenaline coursing through you, making your hands and jaw shake. In their moment of silence, you finally found that you all were growing closer to an arch of rock that had visibly large cracks in it. You could feel your heart swell at the sight of it.

"Gyro! Shoot a ball at that rock once we pass it!" Silence. Your brow furrowed and you peered over at Gyro, watching as he yawned. "I'm good." A twinge of annoyance shot through you while he stared at the monster lazily. "O...kay. Johnny, could you—" you stopped to think about your words briefly, still confused as to how his powers even worked, "— shoot your nails at the rock? It might take a few of them but it might work."

"No way," cringed Johnny, attempting to push Gyro onto Valkyrie again as your face fell, "Gyro shouldn't get to sit with you and do nothing! It should be me! 'Till then, I'm not doing shit!" You were sure a part of your soul had left your body with Johnny's words. You were all still a good distance away from the rock but soon enough, it'd be too late. Tears of frustration fell from your eyes— if only you could do something.

"Hey, its face changed again."

A puff of purple and red suddenly hit Gyro and Johnny, making your stomach sink. "It is I, the great Gyro Zeppeli!" As Gyro let out a boisterous laugh, Johnny let out a growl beside you. "I'm gonna kill you! Shut uuuuppp!" Johnny was shooting nail bullets at Gyro left and right while Gyro laughed and dodged every single one, showing off his spinning ball's abilities. Thunderstruck was starting to huff beneath you— whether it was because there was too much weight or because of Gyro moving around erratically, you didn't want to know.

Your head spun as Gyro and Johnny kept getting hit by the beams, almost subconsciously protecting you from getting hit. The only explanation you could come up with was that they were fighting whatever they were getting hit with. So far, Gyro and Johnny had gone from being angry, vain, jealous, greedy, lazy, and surprisingly hungry in the span of a few seconds. Currently, Gyro was biting your shoulder off and Johnny was talking about how much money he was going to make off the race.

"God, Gyro, quit it!" The arch was too close for comfort now and you weren't sure how much longer it would be until you were hit by whatever it was that Brother Love was shooting at you three. Hell, you didn't even know how it worked. At this rate, you'd be dead, especially if both Johnny and Gyro got struck by the red ray. Tears started falling from your eyes again but suddenly a rush of touches washed over your body.

There, floating in front of you, was a silver woman. Well, it wasn't obvious that it was a woman but a part of you was telling you that it was. Your jaw fell slack as you took in every silver feature: a silver breastplate, a silver placard, a silver fauld, and a silver helmet. Instead of a comb at the top of the helmet, a wisp of white fabric fluttered freely and at the gauntlets and under the placard, more of that fabric fluttered.

"Wh-Who are you?"

Gyro and Johnny had stopped their respective actions and stared at the woman as well, just as you all passed under the archway. Brother Love was rushing after you all, coming close to passing through when the woman did a strange pose, sending the rocks clamoring on top of the monster. But just as the rocks covered the monster, a beam of blue managed to slip through and hit you. The air from your lungs suddenly disappeared and a wave of heat rushed through your body.

Your throat felt dry as dark blue mist surrounded your body and you took sharp breaths, fiddling with the bottom of your bandana. Johnny and Gyro were calling your name but their voices sounded almost guttural as you palmed your way through the mist. You felt sweat encapsulate your body and you almost started drooling. When Gyro and Johnny came into view, you felt your body grow warmer and warmer until— "Speedwagon! You good?!"

You snapped out of it almost immediately, coughing as the rest of the blue mist fell away. "Yeah, yeah, sorry about that," you said with a half-smile, purposefully ignoring what you had felt seconds earlier. "Damn, that was close," mumbled Johnny, grimacing as he ran his fingers through the ends of his hair. "I hated every minute of that," Gyro groaned as he wiped furiously at his mouth, smudging his green lipstick. While Gyro moved over onto Valkyrie and Johnny started to let Slow Dancer slow down, you stared straight ahead.

What exactly had you been hit with? It wasn't until Gyro grabbed your reins that Thunder started to slow, making you snap out of your thoughts. "Cavolo! What's wrong with you?" spat Gyro as you all came to a stop. You still hadn't uttered a word but Gyro was too annoyed to ask why and got off Valkyrie. Johnny too had gotten off his horse and onto his wheelchair, leaving you as the only one still on your horse. As you stayed still, Johnny and Gyro started whispering to each other, one much louder than the other.

"What...was that beam?"

"Well, well, the man finally speaks-" Gyro had pulled his steel ball out as you grabbed his collar, staring him down beneath the rim of your hat. "Explain—" you looked over at Johnny with the same glare, "—both of you. Now." Gyro rolled his eyes and slowly put his steel ball back in its holster, resting his hands in his pockets after.

"Look even if we did know, we wouldn't tell you." Johnny hit him hard in the side with a frown. "Ow! Fine...I wouldn't tell you." Another hit in the side. "Mio Dio, Johnny!" Your hands shook and went limp as you let go of his collar, slowly turning away from them. Johnny gave Gyro a sharp look before shooing him off, quietly telling him to start readying the fire seeing as the sun had already started setting.

When Johnny had rolled over to her, you had been examining the rubble that remained of Brother Love, picking up a sign you had seen on it earlier. "'Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show', huh?" Johnny had read as you took a seat on the rocks. You grimaced and handed it to him, finding yourself absorbed in what your feet were doing instead. Every now and then, you heard Gyro pulling out some wood which he lit on fire a few feet away.

"About the guy and the supernatural stuff," began Johnny, catching your attention, "the most I- we know is that they're called stands and that they have to do with the Devil's Palm. And even then we barely know about that." Your lips remained in a frown and he sighed, fiddling with the edge of the sign. "You haven't ever been there, have you...?" You shook your head solemnly, "not that I can recall."

Johnny's brow furrowed and he rolled directly in front of you, willing you to look up at him from your spot on the rocks. You did so silently, holding back fear-ridden tears he wouldn't be able to see regardless. "If there's one thing I know, it's that they ain't there to hurt ya." Your lip trembled but just as the urge to hug him overcame you, you felt your face burn, making you sit straight up.

"T-Thank you, Johnny."

"Anytime, Speedy."

When you got up and started to walk away, you caught Johnny placing the sign carefully on the rubble, making sure it wouldn't topple over. While your heart swelled, you crashed directly into Gyro who stepped back with a grimace on his face. "Watch it, Speedwagon!" he barked as you rolled your eyes, replaying the events of what had gone down earlier in your mind.

"Don't you think you should be thanking me for saving you earlier?" you quipped, surprising yourself with your sudden confidence. Usually, you'd be terrified of angering Gyro. It felt...nice for a change. Gyro looked at you like you were crazy; "Me? Thank you? No way. If anything we're even after I defended your honor from that psycho." Whatever retort you had planned fell short as you stood there blankly.

Defended your honor? Sure, Gyro had stepped up after you had broken the figure and gotten scared shitless at the once-sweet man's outburst, but defended your honor? Your brain replayed the memories over and over until you were practically denying it. Maybe what he defended wasn't your 'honor' but if you had to admit it, he had...defended her. At the sight of your stiff figure, Gyro scoffed.

"Exactly."

Johnny had rolled over just in time to snap you out of your state of denial and made his way to the fire, prompting you to do so as well. "So about Brother Love's stand," started Johnny as Gyro joined you both around the fire, adding some more wood to the flame, "it must have something to do with religion." Gyro's brow rose and he gave them a grin, "it was the Seven Deadly Sins." Johnny raised a brow and Gyro grinned even wider.

He stretched his limbs out before holding up a fist and one finger, "Wrath was the red beam." Another finger. "Greed was the yellow one." Another finger. "Envy was green." You were already getting nervous about the dark blue one. "Light blue was Sloth and purple was Pride." Gyro had only one finger left and you held back from cringing.

"But that's only six," stated Johnny while resting his chin in his palm, "what color is the other one." Gyro shot you a knowing look and you swore up and down that you'd kill him sooner or later. The one you really weren't thrilled with getting and the one Gyro had clearly seen was the blue beam. Thankfully, the Italian man spared your 'honor' and rose the last finger up without hinting at anything.

"Well, I didn't see the color of it but the last one would be Lust."

OH, HOW YOU REALLY WANTED TO CRY.

[jostepherjoestar]

Rodeo Gyro

notsfw !! // gn reader // taking care of Gyro and thigh riding 

notes/warnings: thigh riding, mild biting, gyro teasing reader

I really wanted to write an nsfw Gyro fic since that cowboy makes my brain mushy. So here it is 🥰 yeehaw besties 💖✨

link to AO3

–NSFW BELOW THE CUT– MINORS DNI –

“On your left!” You grunted out with a heave as you tossed the hay bale towards Gyro. Droplets of sweat trickled down your skin, forehead already soaked from the heat and the beads running down your back not making it easier not to flinch as they settled at the base of your spine. It’s another scorching summer and the stables are worse off than the outside. You were never one to hate a good nap in the hay come wintertime, but during summers like these you wished to step out of your skin itself for some relief.

The blond easily caught your throw, letting out a small sound on impact he’d rather you didn’t hear. Can’t have you thinking he’s handling this heat any worse than you, now can he? Although, his shirt has been long gone. He proudly announced that Italians know how to handle heat, boasting that his grandfather worked in 45 degree weather and never as much as peeped about it.

You had rolled your eyes at his statement but the annoyance at his antics soon faded when he had revealed his torso.

His skin was a beautiful olive hue, no tan lines, indicating he had probably spent his spare time just as shirtless as now. The muscled lines surging over him seemed sculpted by God themself, a dewy shine having already settled on his godly abs and pecs.

And his arms, oh his arms. Those hay bales had kept him fighting-fit and soon your eyes trailed the expanse of his chest where short curly planes of hair rested, only further emphasising his muscular pecs.

Like you were being guided by the valleys and streams of a gorgeous landscape, you arrived right at the river mouth: a trail of more short curly hairs barely visible by their champagne colour leading you down a path of despair you’d happily embark on. It led all the way from his belly button down to where his jeans started, his signature belt buckle making you realise just how dry your throat had gotten.

And all this in a mere second, or two. Or at least five, who are you kidding? You had cleared your throat and resumed throwing Gyro the hay bales one by one, trying your hardest to focus on the task at hand. It had been going well too, a steady pace made time fly by quickly. Just a couple more to go and you’d be able to gulp down a liter of water and a glass of iced tea to top it off.

If only that glimmer of a bead of sweat making its way down Gyro’s sculpted back hadn’t distracted you. As Gyro slowly turned, time almost seeming to have slowed, you threw the bale right at his middle, much lower than anticipated and landing it straight into his ribs. You gasped and rushed over quickly to your helping hand who was bent over and breathing out painful wheezes.

“Watch where you throw those! Christ…almost knocked me back to Napoli”

But he regained his unaffected self after a few deep breaths, while you knew how heavy these stupid bales were. He swatted you off as soon as you tried to check the place of impact.

“Sorry Gyro…I got distracted! Uh, if you want I can finish up alone!”

You felt bad for letting him get caught in the crossfire of your longing stares, cursing this damn heat once again. He only brushed you off with another quip and urged you to throw the last couple ones faster so you’d both be done quicker. You could clearly see the hit bothered him but he remained ever prideful and kept on working till the last bale was stacked.

“Hey I’m sorry, man. I’ll watch out better next time. I think I have a salve that’s really good at soothing pain. I can go-“

Before you could even finish Gyro tutted, waving his hands a little too close to your face and scrunching his nose.

“That’s enough, I’m a grown man, I’ll live”

And with that he grumbled off, back to the main house where Johnny had been resting on the porch, trying just as hard to beat the heat.

—

Ointment in hand and as stubborn as the Italian you were bringing it to, you knocked on Gyro’s bedroom door. He had his own private guest room at Johnny’s place, they’ve basically moved in together but neither is admitting to it for some god-knows silly reason. But as much as they’re best friends, you’ve also got a neat spot on Johnny’s moderate ranch he acquired after the race. A bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for when you’re helping out at the stables like today.

Your knock was curtly answered, the door being swung open in one swift move, sending your hair flying in the startling wind of his antics.

A bit taken aback by his brashness you cautiously stepped inside. You were used to Gyro’s behaviour by now and had a feeling he was feeling a little grumpy, since he always gets like this when he’s hurt but too prideful to admit it.

“So I got you the ointment…” you leaned on the heels of your boots tentatively, trying not to stare at him.

Gyro had moved back into the chaise longue that rested at the end of his bed, obviously miffed, clenching his jaw while crossing his legs. Obviously the idiot was in pain with every move, and badly trying to hide it too.

“Gyro, stop being such a baby. Here-“ you slid over and joined him, the little glass jar already opened by the time your behind fully met the soft cushioned seating.

“ ‘M not being a baby. Just- do your stupid ointment thing please” He huffed under his breath, uncrossing his legs again.

“You uh, you’re gonna need to take off your shirt for that. Do you need help?”

Your question might have been earnest, filled with care for your close friend and his well being, but a small part of you was chomping at the bit to see his beautiful torso again. This time, even closer.

“Fine. Try not to stare as much though, darling. That’s what got me stuck with this pain in the first place” his remark was quick, finally turning to face you, his big golden grin shining back at you. Like his grills were rubbing salt in the gaping wound you didn’t know he knew about.

“Oh-“ you paused, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Well. Shut up before I poke your bruise!” you scooped up a small dollop of the cooling ointment, hand hovering just above the already purple spot forming on his ribs. You really did a number on him with that hay bale.

Gyro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, friendly bickering between you two was never far off. But his cheeky annoyance quickly washed away as the cooling gel met his warm skin. Your touch was gentle, rubbing circles on the sore area while your other hand rested on his waist. You looked so focused, your brow scrunched up and lips pressed tightly together in concentration. He’d always thought it was cute how lost you could get in your tasks. And he was beyond pleased he was your task for the moment. So pleased in fact, that he found no use in holding back his wiles anymore. Perhaps the lack of sweet and caring touches got to him- not that his pride would let him admit that fact.

“Say, why’re you holding on to me so tightly, sweetheart? I won’t run” Gyro teased, his tone dropping down to a sultry smooth grit that made your cheeks heat up once more. His comment made you snap out of your focus, realising that he’d been right. His comment only making you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“Just trying to be thorough, Gyro. A-and you were squirming! Now let me finish-“ you defended yourself. Not that you seemed all too sure of your case, the way Gyro smirked at you made your resolve falter more and more with each second passing.

“I wasn’t squirming” his eyes had all but cast over with a deeper hue of alluring emerald. His calloused hand now gently holding your wrist. You could only helplessly stare up at him, the shift in mood not having gone unnoticed. A familiar heat already earning footing between your thighs. Somewhere deep inside you were scolding yourself, angry at Gyro’s effect on you. Letting yourself get distracted and now turning to putty when he’s only holding on to your wrist. Angry that you wanted nothing more than for him to continue whatever scheme he was up to.

With your wrist still in hand, Gyro closed the small glass jar of ointment and slid it further along the chaise longue.

“Well I must thank you for taking care of me, even if it was your fault I got hurt-“ The fires blazing in your eyes and the sour look you shot at his remark only made him chuckle.

“Yes, Gyro. I was there.” Through gritted teeth and nothing short of annoyed you tried to tug your wrist out of his hold. It only made him tighten it around you.

“I wasn’t done talking, darling.” He tutted.

“Let me return the favour. I’m feeling charitable today”

“Gyro, what?” You rolled your eyes, what was this idiot getting at? First, he gets all sensual and now he’s straight up teasing you. Not that it wasn’t just as titillating, his pet names for you only made your head swim and thighs clamp together.

His answer was clear, setting you down on his lap in a quick move that caught you by surprise. And there you were, the spot you’ve only fantasised of being. His natural musk having become the very air you breathed to survive. Stunned and still slightly confused you let him put your arms around his neck. Your legs however, were strategically placed on either side of one of his thighs.

“You in for the ride? I won’t hold it against you if you want us to stop” His tone was sincere, gaze softened just enough to let you know it was alright.

“Y-yes. Yes. I- yes Gyro” you sputtered. God, this was embarrassing but you were glad you didn’t sound as desperate as you really were to be this close to him. At least you thought so.

And with that, the blond cowboy was satisfied, letting out a little “nyoho” that somehow remained sultry.

You suddenly became all too aware why he’d placed you like this, over his thigh. But there wasn’t much time to think, not when Gyro moved into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His lips were softer than you’d expected. His breaths so nice and warm whenever he moved further down your sensitive skin.  

“I’ve seen you ride,” he murmured into your skin just below your left ear. “Now show me how it’s done, cowboy” goosebumps rose all over your skin, letting out a shuddering moan as he bit into you. Not quite hard enough to make you yelp out in pain, but just enough for you to rock your hips straight into his tensed thigh.

He continued his assault on your neck, bites and kisses alternated on each side as you rocked your needy heat on him. With a particularly hard bite, your arm snapped to right next to Gyro, exactly where his hat had been laying on the chair. Even in the heat of the moment you grabbed it and plopped it down onto his champagne locks.

“Keep it on please” your breath shuddered as you continued. He had moved his lips to your shoulders now, moving away your top to reach every spot he wished to worship.

Every swish of your hips drove you further and further, lost in the pleasure as your head felt like it might just explode. Tingles had already started making their way up your abdomen when Gyro released himself from your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” He asked roughly. He was having a hard time keeping it together, it seemed.  

“Y-you, Gyro” you whimpered, slowing yourself and burying your face inside the crook of his neck. Too embarrassed to face his stare just yet.

“I know that, sweetheart. But tell me what is you want exactly”

“Gyro…” you whined, burying yourself even deeper.

“Yes?” He quipped, pulling himself back and taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, that stupid grin antagonising you.

Cheeks heated and puffy you had no choice but to give in. “I want you to fuck me Gyro. Are you happy now?”

“Nyoho, very happy! I knew that” he laughed.

“Oh fuck you!” You grimaced, still trying to chase that fleeting peak that you were so close to.

“I like hearing you beg for it, darling” his lips had finally met yours, melting away any and all of his teasing, just like that. God, he made it so easy to give into him. He was just as playful now though, swirling his tongue and clashing his lips with yours like he was taming you.

As he continued his sloppy passionate kiss back down your jaw, you sped up your riding. Never one to finish last.

One last peck and one last tug of your skin between his golden clad teeth and you could feel fireworks rising all the way up to the top of your head. Gyro grinned widely as he admired you, using him like he’d asked you to. One less thing he needs to fantasise about, he’s living it. And eating up every single second of it, the throbbing in his pants nearly took care of itself. He stared in awe, your face contorting in pleasure as you tried your best to contain your desperate moans. Your breath was ragged as you came down from your high, letting your full weight rest on his thigh even though you were beyond sensitive at this point.

“You’ve never looked better riding like that, beautiful” a single soft peck touched the tip of your nose, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

You had regained your senses enough to start up your own round of teasing. Sporting the same grin he had just a minute ago, you started pushing him down the chaise longue, landing him on his back.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. The pain in his ribs all but forgotten thanks to your treatment.

“I ain’t done riding just yet. Better hold on to that hat cowboy” slick as ever you dove down to return a forceful kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Gyro. Not before letting out a “nyoho” in his surprise.

Oh, he was going to like this even more than your last rodeo.  

[babeyloser]

Want Papa Gyro to bottle feed and burp me :3

Selfship stuff. Cg/l kink. Eructophilia

Gyro cradles me on his lap. The milk is so yummy and warm; it makes me feel good inside

I drink in fat, needy glups. They chuckle and tell me to slow down, petting my cheek

Gyro coos at me. I’m doing such a good job. I’m the cutest—most sweetest baby boy ever. They’ve got me. Papa’s got me

The milk is gone now; I absentmindedly nibble on the rubber nipple while my Papa throws a towel over their shoulder

They sit me up. I melt into his lap with my face squished against the terry-cloth

Gyro rubs my back in small circles. My breath matches his. I’m so sleepy and relaxed. Papa says I can’t sleep without my tummy settled first

I sigh and prepare for what’s next

He begins patting my back, trying to coerce the bubbles out. Their hand is firm. I drool onto the towel; something shifts in my belly

I feel him breathe faster; his gut pushes out against mine

Milky bubbles roll up my throat. Several series of adorable burps erupt from my mouth. Gyro hums and pats me through it

“That’s it, baby. So good—like music to my ears. Nyoho~ Let it all out, piccolino,” Papa praises me. I can hear the smile in his voice

Some stubborn gas gets stuck midway. Gyro notices me go stiff from discomfort. I sit back up, and they dab my face with the rag

Papa kneads my tummy. His face is flushed; his green eyes are filled to the brim with affection

My brows knit in concentration—mouth agape

“Just a bit more, sweetheart. C’mon. I know my baby has more to give to his Papa. You’ve got this.”

I want to be good. I press my smaller hand on top of his to really dig into my tummy

A string of rumbling burps ring out. Ah, sweet relief. They sound pretty funny to me. I try not to laugh since I know Papa like-likes them

We share a sigh. I smile and hug my Papa tight. He hugs me back

“Perfect, baby. You did great. Papa is so proud! I bet you feel so much better—don’t you, baby?”

I’m too small to talk so I nod. Papa flashes me their signature gold smile. Beautiful

Gyro holds up my sleepy head and kisses me all over my face. I grimace from the feeling of their saliva on my skin; he laughs

“Alright, alright. It’s naptime now, piccolino. You’ve more than earned it,” Papa wraps his arms under my butt, “Hold on tight, honey-bunny,” he grunts as he carries me to my crib

Papa Gyro tucks me in. I’m halfway to dreamland as he places a stuffed cat in my arms. It’s a gift from my Daddy Johnny

Papa sings a lullaby that I recognize but can’t understand. I sink deeper towards sweet unconsciousness. I feel a kiss on my forehead and then nothing

Gyro watches his baby rest for a bit. My lips make a sucking motion in my sleep. He takes a short video to gush over with Johnny later

“Sleep well, my sweet baby boy.”