#johnny joestar imagine

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?"

characters/fandom: johnny joestar x reader

request status/note: sorry im having a SUPER hyperfixation over my cowboy husband

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

you were standing by your horse, ready to come out with your horse to the music that was playing. you were sporting your most iconic outfit, one that many knew about.

you were a pretty well known jockey, especially around the Kentucky area. you had your start right alongside with Johnny Joestar. Kentucky's best jockey really up until his accident. you took a lot of your inspiration from the blond haired boy and although he never knew about it, it wasn't really a secret to those around you.

being a jockey, that also meant that you had to participate in showcases. those were generally saved for when a big race was coming up and the one on the table was the Kentucky Derby. the big one as everyone called it.

you were in the running to the winner for the women's race and you felt on top of the world as everyone chattering around you was just as excited as you were about it.

"from her home state of ( insert here)," you didn't wait for your name to be called as you instantly kicked your horse off and ran around the track, smiling to the crowd as you waved your baby blue hat to them.

with being a horse prodigy and a current jockey, you knew it wasn't very hard to be able to do tricks with your horse. making sure that you consulted all of your friends and trainers to make sure that the horse wasn't getting hurt in the process, you managed to slightly stand up on her, blowing kisses to the crowd again.

not too far away from where you standing now with your horse was Gyro and Johnny. Gyro couldn't help but chuckle at how confident you were with the crowd. he knew how you really were. you weren't as confident or outgoing in person as you were in front of the crowd.

you were a shy one. someone who tended to keep to herself unless your were spoken too. Gyro being a 3x time Kentucky Derby winner and in the jockey game a lot longer than you were, he heard the real whispers around your name. you were smitten with his best friend.

Johnny Joestar. the star of the Joestar family was itching to get back on the race track.

it didn't help that Johnny was also just as attracted to you but the two of you hardly ever chatted with each other. it was like a game of cat and mouse but neither of you wanted to take the bait.

as you put your horse back to her stable to eat and get well rested after the showcase, you went to the bathroom to reapply makeup and freshen up. you knew that as soon as you stepped back out, you'd have to do a plethora of interviews.

you fixed the baby blue next scarf and dusted off your newly put on skirt. you were also sporting a vest with nothing underneath it. you generally liked to keep your image clean for any younger fans but you figured with the world practically praising you, you could get away with a little bit of skimpiness.

as soon as you stepped out onto the scene, a few reporters went towards you asking for an interview. you agreed to a few, wanting to just get over with it and make your way to the saloon not too far from the race track.

every now and again you noticed Gyro staring at you. you wanted to know what he wanted but with Johnny standing right next to him, you felt a bit intimidated.

once you finished your interviews, you were grabbing your chapstick from the inside of your boot and applying it when Gyro walked over. you gave him a knowing look, wondering what bullshit he was about to tell you. that was the only perk of being friends with Gyro was that the two of you treated each other like siblings.

"yes, what do you need Zeppeli," you asked, standing against a wooden pole. he chuckled, "the baby blue and subtle stars on your boots? you're not fooling anyone darling. it has Johnny written all over it." you laughed, rolling your eyes, "I didn't know Johnny owned baby blue and stars."

Gyro shook his head in annoyance.

"its just funny that the two things that the Joestar boy is famous for is exactly what you're wearing," you wanted to fight back but you knew there was no chance when Gyro had caught you, "I just thought that the outfit was cute and my designer agreed."

Gyro agreed, "oh believe me, you are a cute little thing and if it wasn't for Johnny, I'd totally go after you but there's a reason why he's glaring down at me right now," you slightly turned yourself around to see Johnny tapping his crutches with annoyance.

the skirt that reached up to your mid thigh was blowing against the wind as you started to feel the chills that the Kentucky night was bringing.

"i'm going to be at Shooters tonight with the rest of these fuckers. you and Johnny should come along," you said as you walked off

Gyro hummed in amusement as he watched you kick the dirt and go towards the hundred year old saloon that became infamous for horse jockeys. he knew Johnny was going to be there regardless but maybe a little bit of alcohol would help the two of you loosen up.

as soon as they arrive, they spotted you with your close friends, sitting as a booth with mugs of beer. you were still wearing your outfit from earlier but now it looked like you rode up the skirt a bit more and opened a few buttons from your vest.

Johnny and Gyro stayed towards the bar, talking amongst the friends that they had there when they noticed you were already on the dance floor, dancing with a friend of yours.

"Johnny, look," he whispered as he gave his friend a nudge. Johnny looked up and as soon as his eyes landed on yours. you were using your hat as a fan as you tried to make yourself look as sober as possible.

the three of you were now several mugs of beer into the night and you were more open to talking to whoever was around you. Gyro made his way to a girl that was dancing with you as he flashed her his grills and grabbed her hand. she instantly acknowledged what he was insinuating and started dancing against him.

you were moving to the music, minding your own, when you felt someone behind you. not giving a care in the world, you started dancing against them, smiling to the music.

Gyro shot Johnny a look of acknowledgement as he knew that if neither of you were sober, this would not be the situation that would be playing out.

as you turned around to drink some more of your beer, you noticed those bright eyes that belonged to none other than Johnny himself. your eyes widened as you instantly tried to remember when he appeared behind you but you had been dancing long enough that you just figured you were dancing with different people.

just as the song changed, the small bit of confidence you had left, you managed to sit Johnny down on a chair and started dancing on top of him. your closest friend, Abby, and Gyro, stared at each other as they realized what was going on.

Johnny was lax against the chair, sipping on his beer as your legs were wrapped around his waist lazily, "don't think you'll mind if i steal this from you?" you asked lazily as you grabbed his beanie from his head, tossing your own hat in the sea of people. he chuckled as he watched you fix his hat on your head.

"not at all," he chuckled against your neck, "it's like you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?" Johnny hadn't had this kind of confidence in what felt like years. before his accident, during his days as that cocky jockey from the famous Joestar family, he would've said it like it was nothing but now? it was even surprising to him.

"maybe I do. maybe that's the whole reason why I'm here dressed in a very Johnny Joestar outfit," you murmured back, your lips now against his, "ever think that's why I showed up like this today?" Johnny's hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly.

"maybe I'll give everyone a show, just to showcase that you really are mine," he replied as stood up and balanced himself against his crutches and pointing out that now very large hickey on your neck. you rolled your eyes as you realized that the hickey he left you was nothing compared to how you left his lips. battered and bruised for the lack of a better word.

"i think you're on the right track, ( your name ), i think it's time we do show everyone that you were always mine."

and that Johnny did. the following morning, you had woken up to being tangled in Johnny's arms as Gyro and Abby were sending you the newlines that you were "befriending" Johnny Joestar at the famous jockey salooon.

you knew that befriending was far from the truth as the marks on both of your bodies told a completely different story and it didn't take an idiot to see that as the next race you were competing in, you were wearing Johnny's most famous beanie and the lipstick he always adorned.

[moonbeamwritings]

bathed in moonlight

wc: ~3.3k

pairing: johnny joestar x fem!reader

warnings: nudity, nonsexual intimacy (bathing together), fem!reader pretending to be a man for the steel ball run

Your life is simple. Quiet. You work on your family’s farm, the only child to two loving parents. You take on a lot, both emotionally and physically, familial burdens becoming your own to bear as soon as you could help on the property. 

The burden gets heavier the winter before the Steel Ball Run. Your back bows and threatens to crack and splinter when your mother falls ill and the responsibility of both mother and daughter comes to rest on your shoulders. You tend to the animals when you can, clean the house, cook the food. All the while, your aunt and uncle who have come to stay in the wake of your mother’s illness to care for her and assist you and your father, talk in hushed tones, blaming you for your family’s misfortune. You’re not doing enough. Well, maybe if they had a son or more money things would be different.

Your father can only tell them off so many times before their words start to seep through your skin, covering your bones in a dark, cloudy haze. You take on more responsibility, eager to prove yourself. To do something.

Months later, a newspaper you find in the corner store changes everything. A horse race with a generous cash prize is set to be held in September — The Steel Ball Run. Your father taught you to ride when you were just a kid. Hours of your youth spent in the warm summer sun working with your horse before your mother rang the dinner bell. You know it won’t be easy, but you know you have to try, even if your family won’t approve.

You spend the next few weeks hoarding supplies, stuffing them into closets and hiding them in the stables, chipping away at all of the things you’ll need, and on the night you plan to leave you press a kiss to your parents’ cheeks, and go to bed, heart turning to lead in your chest.

That night, when the moon is high, and the house has fallen silent, you pull your father’s clothes from beneath your bed — an old pair of pants with a rip in the knee, a loose button up shirt, and an old cowboy hat — and tiptoe down the rickety wooden stairs, careful to avoid the creaky boards along the way, and disappear into the night.

As you ride, the wind whipping in your hair, and the moon casting shadows over the landscape, you assume a new identity, one of a man on the hunt for a new beginning. You’re sure you won’t be the only one, and you’ll be able to slip right through the cracks. And though you’re leaving your home behind, everything you’ve known growing more minuscule with each beat of your horse’s hooves, you feel hopeful — like a grand adventure is waiting just beyond the horizon.

The moment you meet Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli is the moment your life becomes infinitely more complicated. They’re nice, friendly despite Gyro’s initial intention to kill you for so much as looking at him. But hey, all budding friendships have their hiccups, right? You travel with them and find safety in their numbers, though getting wrapped up in their scheme to find the parts of a mysterious corpse wasn’t exactly high on your to-do list.

The only times you ever hesitate, the only times you ever find your voice losing the confident vibrato of the man you’re masquerading as is when it’s time to bathe. At inns, tucked neatly along the streets at each checkpoint, it’s easy. Harmless. You can sneak away and conceal your true form behind closed doors and shower curtains. But with the sky overhead and a babbling brook acting as your only chance at freshening up, your fingers wring the soft fabric of your bandana.

You weave intricate excuses, using a different one each time, hoping, praying the boys don’t catch on.

“Oh, I was going to eat first.”

“Someone needs to collect the firewood.”

“I’m just not used to bathing around other people yet.”

And the first few times it works, Gyro doesn’t think a thing of it, looking at Johnny as he dunks his head beneath the water, and raising his shoulders to shrug. “Eh, some guys just have their things, ya know?”

Johnny nods reluctantly, but feels there’s something else going on. Something you’re not telling them. He knows you’re not an enemy stand user, you’re not out to get them or kill them in their sleep. He’s certain you would’ve done it by now if that was your true intention, but there’s something else.

He ends up discovering your secret entirely by accident. 

Sure he’s suspicious of what you’re hiding, and sure he wants to get to the bottom of it, but he’s not a creep. Honest. He didn’t mean to walk in on you just as you were pulling your night shirt down over your head, curves and smooth skin on display. As his entire face burns, he’s at least thankful all he saw was your back.

You whip around at the sound of his strangled gasp, and your face ignites. At the same time, you both frantically mumble, “Oh my god.”

You’re speaking over each other as you race to kick your door shut, pulling Johnny into your room with a harsh tug.

“‘M really sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in! Yer door was open and I just thought-”

“How much did you see? How long have you been here? Do not tell Gyro or I will-”

Words and questions rush from your mouths like waterfalls, only stopping when you finally huff, running a weary hand through your hair. “It’s fine,” you start, only to repeat yourself when Johnny opens his mouth. “It’s fine. Just please, Johnny. Don’t tell Gyro.”

The desperate plea in your voice pulls the strings of his heart taut, and he’d do anything you ask if it meant he’d never have to hear that broken, aching sound again. His brows crease, and his face softens. “I won’t.” And as the clock behind you ticks to fill the silence, he adds, “I promise.”

In the days that follow, you hold your breath, waiting for the pin to drop, for the dynamics to finally shift. But that shift never comes. Johnny keeps your secret to himself, treating you just as he always did. Gratitude blooms in your chest, and you find yourself smiling whenever Johnny does, fixing him with a honeyed expression, like you’re seeing him in a new light.

You sit nearly shoulder to shoulder by campfire light, you eat meals at the same time, and when Gyro isn’t babbling away, the two of you make quiet conversation to fill the silence. It’s nice, feeling like you can finally ease the ache in your shoulders. The burden has shifted, if only just slightly, and you’re grateful to Johnny for taking on some of its weight.

“Wanna set up here?” Johnny asks, bringing Slow Dancer to a stop at a quiet clearing. The grassy patch is a ways off the path, concealed by trees and dotted with flowers. You hear the dull babbling of a river just down the hill. An oasis. “I think we should rest sooner than later now that the sun is starting to set.”

The ache in your back shoots up your spin and you roll your shoulders. “Yes please. I don’t think I have anything else in me.”

You all dismount and begin spreading out, setting up tents and crafting a little circle of rocks for a small fire. And as you chuck your bag to the ground, Gyro approaches you with a proposition.

“I’m gonna bathe now, I’ll make dinner once I get out if you find the firewood.”

“You’ve got a deal.”

He ruffles your hair, before shooting Johnny a look. “You comin’?”

Johnny's gaze flickers between you and Gyro for a moment, pensive, before he replies, “I’ll take a dip later, wanna rest for a minute.”

Gyro holds up his hands and sets a towel over his shoulder. “Suit yourself.”

“Do ya need help with the wood?”

“No, I think I got it, Johnny. Thank you.”

By the time you come back, bundles of sticks in your hands, Gyro’s already setting up a pot to boil water, wet hair clinging to the back of his night shirt. When you drop the pile, he grins at you appreciatively. “Thanks.”

With Gyro’s attention elsewhere, you and Johnny sneak off down the hill, excited to have your own time in the river.

You perch your things on a rock before hesitantly locking eyes with Johnny. He knows your secret, and with the sun setting, he probably won’t be able to make much out anyway. Yet you feel bare, vulnerable even now, fully clothed.

As if sensing your trepidation, Johnny pulls his hat off. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go first.”

You turn your back and let Johnny strip and get in, and once he gives you the all clear, you fiddle with one of the buttons on your shirt. “Just-... Just don’t look.”

You slowly unbutton your shirt, and Johnny shuts his eyes, the cool water of the river already kneading the ache from his joints. “I won’t.”

“I don’t want a repeat of last time.” A flutter, and a soft thud follow. Johnny figures you must have lost your shirt and your hat. He doesn’t dare peek.

“It was an accident.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

The smile that forms on Johnny’s face is lazy, teasing. “Alright, alright.”

Johnny hears you hiss. “Shit, it’s cold.” You dip into the water until only from your shoulders up remains above its surface. “You can open up.”

He almost wishes he hadn’t opened them at all. You have a bar of soap in hand, your hair clinging to the back of your neck with water. His eyes trace along the smooth curve of your neck, watching as the delicate lines kiss your collarbones and shoulders. The setting sun catches the water droplets that cling to your skin, bathing you in tiny flecks of pink and orange. Your body glitters like a jewel as you rinse away the grime and sweat from a long day of traveling. You’re so beautiful Johnny fears he may never be the same.

In that moment, he understands artists and their muses. He understands why someone would painstakingly mix colors and stare, memorizing features and curves and lines. He understands how love inspires art.

And he wants to die when you smile, this tiny sheepish thing that Johnny thinks stops his heart in his chest. You duck beneath the water’s surface until it reaches your chin. “My eyes are up here, ya know.”

Pushing a hand in his direction, you send a gentle spray of water barreling towards his face, and it's then that Johnny decides he needs to get his mind out of the gutter; shifting focus to start washing his hair.

With his back to you, you can admire the strong muscles you find there. His pretty blond waves are darkened by water and slicked back away from his forehead. They brush along his shoulders and bring your attention to the pale skin of his shoulders, inhabited by tiny freckles, constellations trapped right on his skin. You wonder if you’ll ever get close enough to connect the dots, to find patterns in the speckled curves of his shoulders. You want to give names to those tiny stars, to kiss them.

“What-“ Johnny looks like a deer in headlights as he emerges from the water, fresh from dunking his head to wash away the shampoo. “What’re you looking at?”

The shimmer of the water, deep blue tones mixing with the same oranges and pinks that paint your skin, catch the light blue of his eyes, and you feel like you could drown in them. Johnny in the light of that setting sun, eyes sparkling, hair shimmering like precious, golden threads, is a sight you wish to burn into your memory, to covet.

Now it’s your turn to feel caught red handed, vulnerability prickling your bare skin. You speak without thinking. “You’re so…” You struggle to identify the right word, and when you can’t conjure one, you hope that what you do find will be enough to articulate what you’re thinking. “You’re so pretty, Johnny.”

And despite the silence that follows, and the awkward tension that hangs, thick and heavy, in the air, Johnny can’t bring himself to refute you. If he didn’t know you better, he’d wave a hand, tell you you’re full of shit or that you’re just trying to butter him up, but he does know better; and it’s that exact thought that sends his heart racing back to life. It’s a compliment he’ll only accept from you — an angel amongst men. And Johnny’s certain that angels can’t lie.

You watch as his wet cheeks flush, eyes downcast as you catch the tiniest ghost of a smile on his lips. His response is quiet, bashful, and it makes you want to hide your smile beneath the surface of the water. “Thanks.”

Any walls that remained between you have been reduced to rubble, and as the moon begins to peek over the trees, you feel comfortable, more relaxed now that the daylight has made way for night. You fall into murmured conversation and the warm hues of the sun morph into the silver beams of the moon, floating together with your skin feeling refreshed and bodies feeling slack. Your hand brushes over Johnny’s beneath the cool surface of the river.

When the conversation lulls, Johnny worries his lip between his teeth, his brows furrowing.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head and squinting at him in the moonlight. “What is it?”

Johnny looks at you for a long moment. He’s nervous. He runs through a list of things he could say, but even now, with your hand in his and your shoulder brushing against his own, he can’t form the words in his throat.

You’re so pretty it hurts. My heart is hammering against my ribs so fiercely, I’m afraid it’ll burst right out of my chest. If you keep touching me, looking at me like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself anymore. You’ve ignited a fire in my belly that I’ll never be able to extinguish.

He opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by rapidly approaching footsteps.

Johnny hisses. “It’s Gyro.”

You have to act, and you have to act now. Either you arouse suspicion and stay put, jeopardizing your precious secret, or you hide - somewhere, somehow, and leave Johnny to fill in the gaps. Deciding on the latter, you scramble up to the bank of the river and practically throw yourself behind a bush, praying you’re out of sight of both Johnny and Gyro. You don’t think you can stomach the blow to your ego being caught naked, and now covered in mud (again), would deal.

“Hey, you need help getting out?” Gyro asks when he approaches the edge of the water. “You’ve been down here awhile.

It’s only then that Johnny notices the way his fingertips have started to prune. “Oh, no.” He rushes to answer, “‘m fine. Just got lost thinkin’ about stuff.”

Gyro’s only half listening, gaze fixated on a pile of clothes amongst the rocks. Your clothes. Johnny’s chest tightens.

“What’s this doing here?” Pressing further, Gyro asks if you finally manned up and joined Johnny to bathe. Johnny catches sight of your soaps, sitting just out of eye-line on a rock behind some thickets, and some of the tension eases from his shoulders — less to explain away.

“Oh, he came down and… went around the bend that way,” Johnny nods his head towards the left. “Wanted some privacy, I think.”

You’re shivering from your spot in the bush, branches poking your ribs and leaves getting trapped in your hair. So much for getting cleaned up. 

“You’re a shit liar, Johnny.”

It’s almost like a horror novel, the way your body stills, the way your breath catches in your throat. Shit shit shit. Your heart races, and you worry that somehow Gyro will hear it.

“Wha-”

“You don’t have to play coy with me Johnny, I can see it plain as day.”

Johnny has never wanted to curl up and die so badly in his life. Gyro had figured out your secret all on his own, and is content to rub it in Johnny’s face. Torture him with it.

“You finally told him you like him… I gotta hand it to you, I never thought you’d have it in you.”

Johnny stands corrected.

“What’re you-? Gyro that’s not-” Johnny can't even form a coherent sentence under Gyro’s smug gaze, and knowing you’re sitting behind that bush, listening to this shit only serves to add fire to the warmth pooling in his cheeks, boiling up to the tips of his ears.

You have to bring a hand up to cover your mouth.

Gyro clicks his tongue with a wag of his finger, head shaking and ruffling his dirty blond hair. “You don’t have to explain it to me. Trust me, I get it. Our lil riding partner’s pretty easy on the eyes. If you ever need some time alone, I can make myself scarce, ya know? Collect some firewood, maybe hunt a little or something. However long you need.”

Johnny can hear the smirk in Gyro’s tone more than see it in the dark of the evening. He struggles to collect himself. “It’s not like that.”

“Mm,” Gyro hums, “sure it’s not.” He raises his voice a little, ensuring that you both can hear what comes next, “In any case, food’s done whenever you two lovebirds are ready to eat.”

Johnny’s face burns as he watches Gyro disappear back to camp and out of sight, and just as he brings his gaze back towards the smooth surface of the water, you’re climbing back in. He catches an unfiltered glimpse at your curves, the expanse of your legs, the plush of your hips. His eyes squeeze shut and he feels like he’s suffering from acute heat stroke. Johnny knows the visage of your body, sinking into the water, bathed in moonlight that clings to your skin like a silver gown, will haunt his dreams until the end of time. Aphrodite has been plucked from her throne amongst the Gods and dropped right in the lap of some disgraced jockey from Kentucky.

He can’t possibly face you now can he? He’s not prepared to meet a goddess.

“I-” You look up at Johnny through your lashes, water clinging to them from your journey back into the river. You seem almost bashful, shy. Johnny’s heart skips a beat.

“He’s an idiot.” Is all Johnny can bring himself to tell you.

You giggle, and Johnny thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “He is.”

A quiet moment passes before you’re back where you started, hand closing over his own as you settle before him, backlit by the full light of the moon. “I meant what I said earlier.”

With the way you carefully examine the slope of his nose, the way your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips and back again with a look Johnny can only describe as reverence, the man has no choice. He believes you, just as he had before. He captures your cheek in his palm, as if doing so will stop you from returning to the heavens, disappearing before his eyes.

Johnny brings you closer, lips ghosting over yours. “I know.”

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Could I just like make a request about the jojos having a darling who does literally everything to stay away. Like they come up with the dumbest excuses or do dumb stuff just to stay away

woot woot, this’ll be my first thing with Jodio hopefully I can write him correctly before doing headcanons. Sort of more of a reaction thingy but hope it satisfies, since I’m trying to get back into a groove of things.

Jonathan

His heart flutters hearing you stumble on excuses, he can tell you’re lying but he doesn’t mention this. Though he finds it in your best interest to have someone looking out for you, in the end. Whatever little thing you busy yourself with, he finds a way to come around. Sometimes it just happens to align with his father’s request to fetch something. Just maybe he twists things around to something you like, even if it only keeps you around for a few extra seconds.

Joseph

The biggest trickster there is, it’s near impossible to try and get out of anything with Joseph. “Mmm, you already used that one” He gives you a quick wink. He knows where you hang out mostly, and can easily tell if you’re not the “ruffian” type. If you’re a bit snarky yourself, he does his best to make you slip up. Or if he’s really determined waste enough time that you don’t have to bother with that other “task” you had to do.

Jotaro

Blunt. To put it lightly, Yare Yare leaves his lips as soon as you stumble through an excuse. He knows how efficiently you may or may not get things done. Anything you’re usually not fond of makes him raise an eyebrow (immediate suspicion if it’s possibly just to impress some other person). It almost feels like an interrogation when he asks the sudden interest in whatever you spilled out. Forget trying to do anything dumb, fib or otherwise he’s not letting you do it. Even if you do manage to slip off and go out on your own, Jotaro is around somewhere.

Josuke

Similar to Joseph he’s pretty on top of silly excuses, because he’s probably made up a thing or two himself. The best course of action for him is making up an excuse himself to get into whatever you made up on the fly. If you ask, he tells you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Even if it’s obvious he’s lying to you, he makes it nigh impossible to leave “hey that’s what you said you were doing”.

Giorno

He definitely knows the ins and outs about you, so lying won’t likely get you very far. Besides every little excuse you do make, he seems to always have a counter for. It’s almost freaky, if you don’t know how much Giorno negotiates. Though there’s times he let’s you go on the basis of a flimsy lie. Rest assured though something goes missing and it always leads back to him. Anything out of the ordinary for you is promptly taken care of, “That’s a rather interesting way to try to keep away from me” He’d tell you in a friendly tone.

Jolyne

Like her father she can be pretty blunt herself, even insists it’s not a great idea to stray too far. The little excuses you make are intriguing to her, but she counters with her own plans. Sometimes she’ll get you lipstick and see if you’ll wear it out later, depending on what you told her you were supposedly doing that day. Little runarounds with you keep her on her toes making sure you don’t run off. Simple things like getting you to spend extra time with her, with her own little excuses. Eventually there might be a time your handcuffed to her bed, for a day or two. “Don’t you ever get tired of making up stuff? It’d just be easier being here with me you know, I’ve got your back”

Johnny

He’s rather scary when you make up something on the fly to avoid him. His blue eyes bore into your soul, unless he uses spin there’s usually nothing much he can do. As he improves however, the space between the two of you slowly shrinks. Johnny makes it certain one way or another your attention is drawn back to himself. He notes everything you do, so if you don’t “have” something he either has an extra or absolutely knows you have an item. Similar likely happens with your horses habits. If he’s determined he manages to pin you under him. He merely mumbles “Stay” at a little too close for comfort distance.

Josuke (Part 8)

He’s curious at some of the excuses you make here and there. Or hearing about things you’d usually wouldn’t do. He’s not dumb obviously, so he asks if there’s a reason you’re avoiding him. The possible roundabout answers you give, don’t really satisfy. It is cute you’re nervous about it though. He may just simply ignore some of the things you tell him to try and keep your distance. Josuke wants to see you anyway, if he can’t he might try and call just to test if you’re at a certain place. “There’s nothing that can convince me to keep away” He’d tell you at one point or another.

Jodio

“Li~ar, liar~” At least this is what happens when you come up with something on the fly. Admittedly he’s busy with trying to get rich, but since he likes you on a level enough to significantly care. The things you tell him don’t quite match up. It’s not really hard to tell you’re avoiding him, he might even put that out bluntly. He’ll show up randomly when you least expect it, he might swipe something from a friend or delay a meetup somehow. “I don’t really care about whoever else you hang out with ya’ kno~w, it only should be a me and you thing”.

“Just don’t get used to thinking you can avoid me all the time”

[llutik]

i think it's not my place to speak but the way johnnys disability was treated at the end of steel ball run feels wrong

he can walk a bit... as a treat <3 (the entirety of steel ball run is his physiotherapy)

[jigsawgirlie]

okay to be vulnerable

(fluff!johnny joestar x reader)

(authors note)

spoiler warning if you haven’t gotten at least halfway through sbr; also is the jojo fandom even still alive on here?? there’s a severe lack of johnny fluff and your girl is here to deliver.

Gyro had been asleep for the past hour; not a sound stirred from his dormant tent. You and Johnny sat by the small fire Gyro had started prior to slumping down and snoring like a bear.

You and Johnny were quiet. The silence was not awkward, nor was it deafening, it was merely silence. The mosquitos surrounding you both creating small stirs in the mostly quiet night.

Staring briefly at Johnny you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, staring at the embers as they burned. The expression on his face was blank, and filled with thoughts. You tilted your head, silently memorizing all of his features. If you live to see the day all of this mess is over with you pray you’ll remember just how ethereal he looks right now.

Idiotically, you must of made your staring too obvious. Shifting his gaze Johnny noticed your staring. “Is something wrong?” He asked, facing towards you. You ignore his question, instead prompting one for him, “What are you thinking about?”

He’s surprised by your question - that much is evident in his body language. He stares for a moment before scratching his forearm and staring into the fire once more.

You sigh, disappointed he didn’t want to further conversate with you. Perhaps it was still too soon for him to have garnered your trust.

Nearly accepting defeat you walk away, stopping at your tent and looking once at Johnny. You stare as he sits uncomfortably, swatting at mosquitos and holding his body close to himself.

An idea pops into your head. Trusting your intuition, you grab a small blanket left near your belongings. Begrudgingly, you walked quietly back towards Johnny, holding the woolen blanket in your arms.

You make your presence known to Johnny, squatting down close to him. His focus is now entirely onto you, and the close proximity between the two of you.

You smile softly, and give him a look with your eyes, one that begs for trust. When his eyes soften, you smile gently. Carefully you place the blanket around his shoulders. He stares at you in disbelief, blue eyes carefully examining your features.

Before turning to leave you gently lean down, whispering in his ear. “Its okay to be vulnerable Johnny.” You give him one more gentle smile before wishing him a goodnight and walking away.

You leave, not looking back. You’re about halfway to your tent when you hear a weak voice call out for you.

Surprised, you turn around. Johnny is facing your direction, his upper body completely turned towards you. His right arm is raised, reaching out to you. “Johnny?” You call, walking back over to him.

You sit down once more, this time closer to him. He doesn’t make eye contact, instead scrunching his face in concentration. He tries desperately to find the words, afraid you’ll leave him if he can’t speak up.

Gently (and hesitantly) you place your hand on top of his. He finally makes eye contact with you; your eyes are soft and you have a slight smile on your face. In that instant Johnny felt more reassured than he had in his entire life.

He takes in a breath, “I don’t mean to be distant. I want to be there for you and Gyro, don’t get me wrong. I’m just scared.” You give him a second to continue speaking if he desires, and when he doesn’t you do. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He nods. His heart feels like its beating a million times a second, and the lump in his throat is painful. “I never thought I would make something of myself after the accident” He gestures to his legs, “Now I’m here, and I have this ability. I want to be someone again. I want to find the corpse parts and find myself again. I can’t go back to my miserable self.” His voice cracks and his eyes are filled with sadness and fear.

It’s hard to search for the right thing to say. You open your mouth but no words come out, scared to say something wrong. Johnny looks at you; his eyes beg for you to say something. “I like to think once we hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go - up.” You stop and take a breath before continuing, “You’ve been through hell, we all have. Maybe it’s the meaning of why we’re all here in the first place, I don’t know. What I know for sure is you aren’t who you used to be anymore. You don’t have to live in fear Johnny. Plus you have Gyro and me now.”

Johnny is astonished by what you’ve said. His mouth left slightly agape as he stares at you. You refrain from eye contact, afraid to look at him. You two sit in silence once again for a beat, unsure of who will break the silence first. Johnny folds, “I’ll be strong. I’ll find the corpse parts and stop Funny Valentine with everything that I have. I promise that to you and Gyro. From the bottom of my heart.”

You look back at him this time, your faces nearly touching. His eyes are filled with determination and his expression is stoic. You stare at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Both leaning in, your lips just nearly graze his before you pull away.

“I know you will Johnny. I know.” Is what you say instead. You smile brightly, staring at him with admiration. Johnny is left speechless, wanting to feel your lips pressed against his desperately.

You stand up and leave, heading towards your tent once more, succumbing to your exhaustion. Perhaps another night you’ll get a moment alone with Johnny. Maybe then you’ll have the courage to show him how you feel about him using your lips.

(authors note)

writing this , i mentioned mosquitoes then remembered johnnys fetish he mentioned to gyro. *thousand yard stare*

[pavstars]

summer breeze

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]

some of my jojo favs with summer activities. includes: abbacchio, mista, jotaro, dragona, joseph & suzi q, and johnny

author’s note: using he/him pronouns for dragona! if they end up changing in the future i can edit :) some are longer than others but i swear im not biased, just more inspo and ideas. also joseph/suzi/reader poly ftw!

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Abbacchio: It’s such a nice day out that it seems the entire city has opened up their yard sales, estate sales, stores- you name it. Not one to stay cooped up inside while the sun shines so brightly, you drag Leone out to various houses and streets that you think will pique his interest. “Look, this one says goth yardsale!” you tease, tugging his hand towards the shoddy little gray house. 

    He looks so good today (he always looked good and exceptionally done up) with his long hair tied into a messy bun, a few strands coming loose and framing his face so nicely. This sale in specific ends up being a score and you return to your car down the street with a worn paperback (“you’ve never read interview with the vampire?! Leone!”), varying lace and leather clothing items in black and grey, and the cutest little antique lamp you had ever seen. You make a trip to the record store on your way back home and he buys two cds: sisters of mercy and moody blues of course. Your evening is spent dancing slowly in the living room and finding spots to put your new goodies.

Mista: Taking a trip to the lake with your favorite boys, but not after stopping at the store for floaties of course. Mista has the genius idea: “let’s bring an air mattress!” despite your caution you cave and leave with one air mattress, a giant inflatable alligator, and two sparkly donut floaties. 

    At the lake you spend far too long wasting your breath blowing it up- until Fugo raises an eyebrow “why don’t you just use the air mattress fan on the other floaties?” Oh right… Yeah that would make things easier… After applying generous amounts of sunscreen on to everyone (Mista didn’t need much, he tanned easily and without fear of being burnt) you all head into the water. The chill of the lake water feels so nice on your heat-soaked bodies after being in the sun for so long setting up. 

    You drag the inflatable mattress out and wade until the water is about chest-deep. Mista hops on to the mattress and you’re almost afraid it’ll start sinking under his weight but it stays surprisingly afloat. “Well, aren’t you going to join me?” He grins at you, shaking water out of his dark curls. You accept his hand and he pulls you on top of him on the mattress, holding you in a strong and very warm embrace. The mattress ends up floating way far out to the middle of the lake, but you two are on either side with your hands in the water, unbothered and ready to deal with this problem when you got to it later. 

    “This was actually a really good idea.” you turn to face him and smile softly. He leans on one of his elbows to turn to face you as well, but quickly pales as he realizes his mistake. The uneven weight of his elbow on the mattress had pushed it down and water had quickly started pooling, sinking his side of the mattress. You shrieked as he rolled into the water and you could hear Narancia’s laugh all the way from the other side of the lake. It only got louder when Mista swam around the other side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into the water with him and pressing kisses against the side of your face. 

Jotaro: Last minute trips to the store to get sandcastle supplies, even though you know you’ll have to convince him to build one with you. You end up buying snacks too, perfect for a little picnic by the water. Once you reach the beach you end up using the plastic yellow pails to collect shells and rocks instead of their original purpose, but you’d never complain. “This one matches your eyes!” you hold a pretty turquoise pebble up to his face and squint, comparing the color. He laughs softly and takes it, adding the rock to your growing collection to bring back home. 

    While you’re setting up the picnic, he silently searches for a rock of your own: he didn’t even have to look over at your face, knowing the color of your eyes by heart. A lifetime of stolen glances studying your face and staring at the details of your eyes, lips, nose too when you weren’t looking back at him.  After lunch you two finally get into the water, tiny fish swimming around your feet and sand between your toes. You squeal when he picks you up effortlessly by your waist and tosses you into the water, but you get your revenge after coming back up for air and jumping onto his back with your legs wrapped around his waist, effectively splashing him. His hair is so curly after he comes out of the water and you make him lean down so you can towel dry it ever so carefully. 

Dragona: Sticky sweet hands splitting apart fruits to share, ice cold drinks sweating water droplets on to your chests, the smell of sunscreen and coconut body lotion. Matching swimsuits and sunbathing together after a long day of swimming and running around the beach. Dragona practically glows in the sun and you can’t help but stare from behind your huge sunglasses. He grins at you and rolls on to his side, striking a pose and inviting you to keep staring. 

    The sun is so warm and you’re so happy, you wish you could just lay here forever with him and take a cat-nap in the sun. But alas, you’ve made plans for dinner and you have to go get changed- the restaurant was casual but not swimsuit casual. That feeling on vacation of pulling loose fitting dresses and shirts over your swimsuit and sitting down outside to share your food, a nice warm breeze passing by. Showers are due once you get home and you have a feeling you’ll be sleeping so soundly after the long day you’ve had. You trace the tattoos on his skin and fall asleep against his chest, lulled by the sound of crashing waves.

Joseph and Suzi Q: waking up early to take the ferry together to a tiny, homely island. Visiting a huge lavender farm and spending hours just wandering and picking the perfect bouquets for all three of you. Tucking a flower into Joseph’s hair, right behind his ear while he leans down to give you a better angle. Weaving daisies into Suzi Q’s hair and giggling when she returns the favor. Laying in the grass under the shade of a huge tree, eating runny ice cream and sharing bites. Screaming and scrambling away when the bees buzz a bit too close: “you’ve fought a god but you can’t handle a bumble bee???” On the ferry back home Joseph falls asleep on your shoulder and snores softly in your ear- you run a hand through his unruly hair and Suzi snaps a pic for you two to tease him over later.

Johnny: The sun is almost finished setting, beautiful shades of orange and purple floating through the sky and casting an amber glow on your faces. You two sit on the steps of the porch, content to sit and stare at the sky while the radio plays from the open kitchen window. You can smell dinner cooking inside, as well as the faint smoky smell of a campfire being started in the backyard. It’s a perfect temperature outside, warm with a faint cool breeze, and you turn your head to stare at Johnny who’s still gazing up at the sky. 

    You wish you could live in this moment forever, counting the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose, admiring the way his lashes brush against his face- god he was so pretty. His eyes meet your own and you blush, scooting away in embarrassment of having been caught. “See something you like sweetheart?” He muses, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you back over to him, closer than before. Music drifts in and out through the window but the moment is interrupted when Gyro calls you two to dinner. With a smile you stand up and dust off your jeans, holding out your arm out for Johnny to take with his own strong one as you help him to his cane resting against the kitchen door frame. Dinner was in the backyard of course, why else make a campfire? 

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

In JOJOLands, some theater songwriter named Min Lanuel Liranda creates a hit musical called Valentine, which is about the life of 23rd president of the United States Funny Valentine and his contributions towards America. It's a great hit, with a pretty big fandom online, and the musical shows many the characters that were involved in Steel Ball Run (albeit putting Funny Valentine and his allies in a better light and not really showing the real truth of what happened in Steel Ball Run).

Now I gotta know: which Steel Ball Run character is being drawn in a Hatsune Miku binder? And who in JOJOLands made something so cursed?

[falloutjuli]

juli!! do you have any headcanons of what johnny is like in bed?

maybe... how big he is? how loud he is? what does he like and dislike? 🤤

SHEP MY BELOVED💕💕

I certainly do so oh boy, *cracks knuckles* here I go simping again.

Warning, I'm unhinged, typing this on my phone so be prepared for spelling mistakes ✨ they add flavor)

MDNI

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Johnny NSFW Head-canons 😩

NSFW warning duh

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Man's pretty well endowed, nice length, and a nice girth. He ain't got nothing to be ashamed about certainly.

Johnny is pretty loud, he likes to try to hold back but half way through he won't be able to hold back his blissful moans, cry's and screams.

Back in the day he was a selfish lover, only caring about his own pleasure, but after the accident he becomes more of a giver. Loves to spoil his partner rotten with praise and loving nicknames.

He gives me hella switch vibes. He likes to dominate, but also loves to be dominated from time to time.

He certainly cries from joy during Sex and his accent comes out full force when he gets close.

Absolutely loves having his partners play with his upper body. Touch him, lick him, he loves it all, since his upper body has become so sensitive.

Probably doesn't like to be restraint but loves restraining his Partners. (I'm sure he knows some fancy technics! 👀)

Has the mose lewd/sexy faces imaginable. Like come on. Don't tell me he wouldn't look hella fine while coming undone.

[deusluxuria]

headcanon that since johnny grew up about 10 years in kentucky and 10 somewhere in rich person england, he has a mixed accent, and gyro one day was like "if it were anyone else, i wouldn't be able to understand half of what they were saying, but when i look at you it's somehow crystal clear" and johnny just kinda stared and said "that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, please don't ever say that again"

[mightbemod]

ik Johnny's wheelchair doesn't show up in the manga a lot but GOD i wish we got his wheelchair with his figure I think it would be so cool.

Like Pol obviously got his, so they're fully capable of making wheelchairs! IT EVEN HAS A WORKING BREAK thats so nifty!!!

Tbh im genuinely considering buying the Polnareff figure to repaint his wheelchair and give it to Johnny, im sorry Pol </3 assuming their figures are about the same size that is. I'll have to check.

Surely someone's done that before already right? pleaaase share if so :]

[robinofinashiro]

"come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination. take a look and you'll see into your imagination."

characters/fandom: johnny joestar / jjba

request status/note: closed / i want to be wifed up personally by johnny lmao here's a short but sweet self indulgent johnny fic!!

pronouns: she / her

"johnny, what are you staring at?" gyro asked as he tapped the handles of his best friends wheelchairs anxiously. johnny, who had been preoccupied staring at you, didn't hear what he was saying making him slap his blond friend on the back of his head, "you listening to me man?"

when johnny finally came to his sense, he went to swing at gyro who easily dodged it. gyro finally realized what his friend was staring at and smirked. he had known of his friends crush on you. it wasn't hard to tell that johnny was practically smitten over you and had been since the day you came to the horse stables with hot pants.

"hey guys, what're all of you doing?" gyro screamed to grab your and hot pant's attention. you smiled, walking over to the two of them, "nothing! just came to the stables with hot pants to see her horse and to get some riding time on mine. any reason why you guys are here?" you asked.

gyro stared at johnny wondering if he'd say anything to you but he could sense that johnny was not going to speak up, "same reason as both of you. say, why don't you invest in a horse? you're here as much as we are and we've seen the way you've rode on hot pant's horse before, you should really consider it," gyro said.

"i think i'm okay just riding horses for fun, i don't really think i'd enjoy being a jockey," you replied taking off your hat. the way your hair fell down made johnny swoon internally, "come on, you'd be a great jockey! right johnny?" gyro asked.

you looked to johnny with hopeful eyes. you knew of his history as a famous horse jockey, the lineage that he came from, and his older brother nicholas who was just as famous as he was.

"yeah, i guess," you gave him a smile meanwhile gyro wanted to strangle the blond idiot, "really? i mean, that means a lot coming from you and gyro. you guys are famous and really good at this so maybe i should give it a try," you murmured as hot pants rolled her eyes.

"first you should learn how to put your helmet on properly," hot pants joked as she whisked you away to help you back on your horse. you were just a beginner, nothing of a superstar yourself yet, but from the few lessons you had gotten from hot pants and even diego, you were sure you'd be ready for a race in a few months time.

johnny and gyro stared at you as you made your way around the track, not really setting a pace with your horse.

"it's embarrassing that you're this shy in front of her. what happened to the old johnny that nicholas talks about?" gyro asked. johnny knew gyro was saying that to get under his skin, "you were a whore johnny, there's no way that completely went away. ask her out, god damn it!" gyro exclaimed.

johnny, who had now made his way to use his crutches, smacked gyro on the arm, "if you're so infatuated with her, why don't you ask her out?" johnny asked. gyro rolled his eyes, "because i'm not the one swooning over her every time i see her. you're practically drooling every time she comes into your view," gyro retorted.

the two of them went silent as they continued to watch you ride your horse. you were laughing about something with hot pants, not paying attention to them in the slightest which made johnny thankful. you were just so...gorgeous to him. he would hate to admit that he was falling in love with you but something about the way you drew him in made him wonder if he was or not.

"johnny, gyro! come join us!" you screamed from the track. the two of them looked at each other before going back into the stables to get their individual horses. you liked valkyrie and slow dancer, both of them getting along with your horse well, but something about slow dancer and the way johnny interacted with it made you smile. it really reassured the fact that the joestar family really was prodigy jockey family.

the two of them eventually caught up to you, johnny winning the small race against gyro as he steadied slow dancer next to you. gyro was whispering something in hot pant's ear, her expression growing surprised the more he continued to talk which made you look at johnny in confusion.

"we should ride into the field, that's a great way to get used to uneven ground which you should learn about," gyro said. you nodded excitedly, "well, as long as someone's here to help me. i don't think i'd be able to go off on my own also, it's getting pretty dark now so we shouldn't be out to long," you replied.

"johnny can help you!" hot pants immediately said. you stared at johnny in confirmation and the four of you immediately trekked your way towards the field. hot pants and gyro were in front of you as you slowly rode next to johnny, "okay there, darlin'?" he asked every so often.

you nodded each time, petting your horses mane softly as the open field made her more comfortable. the blue/purple darkened sky made the stars shine brightly as you looked up every so often to bask in it. you and johnny didn't realize that hot pants and gyro were no longer in view when you started to look around at your surroundings.

"can we take a break? i'm getting a bit thirsty and i'm sure gyro and hot pants are way too far in front to even attempt to catch up too," you asked johnny. the blond, who had caught onto gyro's plans earlier during the trek agree, "sure, i have water in my backpack," he said as he carefully got off and stabilized himself onto his crutches once more.

you sat down on the green grass as the nightly fireflies flew around you. you knew with johnny's injury, you kept in mind how far into the field you went into in case an accident happened and you needed to call for help.

eventually, johnny landed next to you and gave you the unopened boxed water. the air around you was at a comfortable silence, "so, how's physical therapy? gyro tells me that you're getting less pain from it," you said.

he smiled at you.

"it's fine. i still have a year before i could even think of walking without assistance," he replied. you shook your head, "well, i think it's great that you're still horse riding and all that. it's in your blood so why wouldn't you be," you giggled.

johnny tapped the ground anxiously, not knowing what to say without sounding stupid. you were staring at the sky again, something that johnny noticed you kept doing while riding.

"like the stars?" he asked. you agreed almost instantly, "always have. even as a kid, i used to have those sticky stars that went on a wall that glowed in the dark," you replied laughing at the horrendous value of those stick on stars, "it's just so peaceful."

the two of you were now laying down on the grass as you noticed gyro and hot pants racing back to the stables as fast they could go. you noticed that johnny was making no move to leave so you remained side by side. the two of you murmuring about how one star shined brighter than the other.

"you have a lot of stars on your outfit, is it because of your last name?" you joked. he agreed making you laugh, "really? that's so funny! it's like a play on your name which makes sense but that's such a cool last name," you said.

without thinking, johnny blurted out the first thing that came into his head.

"maybe you'll take it some day."

your eyes widened at bold statement. you had a small indication that johnny might've liked you but you never banked on that hope. it was johnny joestar for crying out loud. anyone would die to be in your place. to marry into the popular joestar family but here johnny was, actually saying it to you.

"what do you mean?" you asked now sitting up straight. johnny murmured a weakened 'nothing'. you moved closer to him, staring at him in the eyes, "johnny, what did you mean by that?" you asked again.

he wanted to pull back. to let this all go but gyro's words rang through his head. somewhere deep inside him was the playboy that used to entertain multiple girls at one time but at the moment and maybe even forever, he just wanted you.

"i don't think there's much explaining to do sweetheart, my statement was very straight forward."

you stared at him before crawling on top of him and bending down to kiss him. the action took johnny by surprise but he reeled you in, putting his hands on your neck to keep you there. your hands found johnny's hair, running through the small knots in it.

the small noises coming your lips as johnny moved his hands to hold you by your waist made you whimper in surprise. you slowly pulled away seeing johnny's blue lipstick smeared on your face and on his face.

"see me taking the joestar name?" you asked. johnny agreed, pulling you back down for another breathtaking kiss. his technique was a bit sloppy given that he hadn't kissed anyone like this in years but regardless of his form, you weren't complaining. he explored your mouth like it was his job.

"i see you taking more than that hun," he murmured against your mouth.

across the field, gyro and hot pants screamed for both of you, not realizing what the two of you were actually doing. it wasn't until johnny had pulled himself up and kiss you down your neck when gyro put the pieces together.

"maybe we should head out before we see something we shouldn't."

hot pants instantly agreed as the two of them proudly walked into the stables to safely put valkyrie and gets up away. gyro knew that johnny was going to confess eventually but he didn't think he'd get this far on the same night. as for hot pants, she was just happy that you found someone.

[finsblogs]

After deliberating on it for a while you ultimately decide to marry Gyro. He's ecstatic of course, while Johnny just rolls his eyes. You give him a kiss to assure him you love him too.

Your wedding is small, you didn't want to make a big fuss, the only guest overall being Johnny. You wear white at Gyro's insistence (even though you feel it may be a bit blasphemous for you). The dress is long, a small train trailing behind you, hugging your figure with lace up to your neck and wrists. Gyro looks handsome in his suit, as does Johnny, though he's more casual looking compared to him. Johnny is the one to give you away, taking you to Gyro and the minister before taking his place at the front pew. He watches you both, listening as the minister gives his spiel and as you recite your vows. Once pronounced husband and wife you and Gyro kissed, Johnny clapping bemused. You tossed your bouquet over to him.

You all returned home and just as you opened the door Gyro immediately swept you off your feet. "Its tradition to carry the bride over the threshold isn't it?" You just shook your head and laughed letting him carry you in, dropping a heel along the way as Johnny trailed behind you both. You eventually got to the bedroom where he tossed you on to the bed and got on top of you, Johnny crawling right beside the both of you. Gyro caressed you through your dress, calling you beautiful. "Gonna make love to you like this," he promised, pushing your dress up. Upon seeing your garter he immediately bit down on it and tugged it down your leg. He spat it out at Johnny who happily caught it. He'd also did the same to the lacy pair of panties you wore too.

He pulled his cock out, leaning down to make out with you as he stroked himself. When he pulled away you tried to kiss Johnny only for Gyro to turn you to face him

"Johnny is our witness . He was there for our wedding he might as well be there for our wedding night." You and Johnny both rolled your eyes at that, relenting to Gyro's whims regardless. Gyro then slipped himself inside you and proceeded to fuck you, your veil mussed up behind your head. Johnny slipped his hand down his pants as he watched the two of you make love. You cried out against all his thrusts, Gyro silencing you as he stabbed his tongue down your throat, groping your breasts through all the silk and lace.

Just when you feel like cumming he pulls out and flips you over, reentering as he starts leaving bites on your neck. Panting beneath him, he has one hand over yours while the other unbuttons the back of your dress, giving him more room to plant kisses on your bare skin. Throughout all of this you look at Johnny, red in the face as he still keeps his gaze on the two of you. You looked at him until the force of your orgasm shuts your eyes closed, Gyro groaning against your ear as he releases inside of you.

He slumps on top of you, both of you panting in sync as Johnny still rubs one out. You reached your hand out, slighty scooting away from under Gyro, and wrapped it around his. You then moved away from him completely, shuddering as you felt his cock leave you and his cum beginning to run down your thighs. You made your way over to Johnny, dress slipping down your arms as you straddled him, him looking up at you as you caressed his face.

"You're gonna cheat on me so soon?" Gyro joked, you just laughing as you gazed into Johnny's eyes who smugly smiled. Moving his hand out of the way you pulled his member out and slid it inside yourself, the two of you gasping at the intrusion. Bouncing on his cock you leaned down and kissed him, Johnny tossing your veil away just to comb his fingers through your hair. Johnny then laid you on your side, fucking you like that while Gyro held him from behind as you two made out, grinding his newly hardened cock on his ass. Grabbing the lubricant you keep in the nightstand Gyro pulled his pants down and fingered him, Johnny groaning against your lips as he did so. Once significantly stretched out, Gyro rubbed the remaining fluid on himself and entered Johnny, crying into your mouth as he did. Gyro kissed his neck and then ripped his face away from yours just so he could kiss him. Soon enough simultaneously getting his cock clenched by your cunt and getting rammed in the ass by Gyro became too much for him and he reached his peak, Johnny burying his face in your breasts as he moaned during his release.

You came when he did, Gyro trailing soon after as he pumped his ass full of his cum. The two of your removed yourselves from him and flopped down on the bed, you cuddling up to him as Gyro wrapped his arms around his waist. You lifted his chin up, Johnny gazing tiredly at you until you said: "You know, if me and Gyro are legally married then that makes you our mistress."

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes while Gyro snickered.

Wedding trappings completely gone now you all lay bare beneath the same blanket, still holding on to one another.

"Maybe I could divorce Gyro later on and marry you then." You offered, Johnny laughing as Gyro huffed in offense

[jojosbizzarewife]

SCREW EVERYTHING I refuse to die without knowing which bois would let you peg them🫣🫣

@joestarfoundation, you're my soulmate & I love the way you think 🥰

Who lets you peg them

Blease, I'm Pegging you

Jonathan, Speedwagon, Joseph, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, Polnareff, Avdol, Josuke, Okuyasu, Rohan, Kira, Bruno, Abbachio, Mista, Fugo, Illuso, Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Melone, Anasui, Johnghalli A, Pucci, Johnny, Diego, Gappy

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Jonathan

He would try it, if you asked. Would probably want a small, smooth, silicone toy.

Speedwagon

Enthusiastic yes! Lots of people don't know this, but the Speedwagon Foundation has a "Sexual Health & Wellness" division.

Joseph

Approaches you with this suggestion. Already owns a pegging dildo and bought harness that he thinks would look amazing on you.

Kars

Doesn't ask, just assumes you two will end up doing it at one point. The type of guy God to have a custom made dildo for you to peg him. It's an idol of himself, he has it on display when it's not in use.

Wammu

Is definitely open to the idea (not like he hasn't done it before). However, he prefers to save it for special occasions. Moans and whimpers the whole time - everyone in the neighborhood will hear him.

Esidisi

More than willing and eager to take on any challenge you're willing to give him. Goes to the store with you to pick out a sturdy harness and a set of dildos. You have to convince him to get one smaller than 10" to start with.

Polnareff

Oui oui, ma cherie! Flattered that you would even ask - horrified that you think he would ever say no to you. If you find a silver dildo to match Silver Chariot, he would die of happiness right then.

Avdol

"YES, I AM INTERESTED!" Loves it when you take control, especially if you tell him to sit on your cock. This man is absolutely putty in your hands.

Josuke

As soon as you ask, this man is shopping for sexy assless undies and a matching pegging kit. Would love if you took him on a date and set out rose petals beforehand.

Okuyasu

A people pleaser, he would absolutely be down for it if you expressed interest. You can't tell me this man isn't already wearing a butt plug out in public (probably because you asked) - HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE WALKS

Rohan

At first, he would refuse (of course), then would come to you a week later with a harness and multiple dildo options for you to pick from. Becomes a regular thing you two do together.

Kira

Pretends like he is only agreeing for your sake. Is acctually a needy slut for your strap - would have you peg him all the time if he could.

Bruno

You suggest it after he confides in you that he has zipped off his own penis to try using as a dildo. Immediately zips off his penis and zips it onto you so you can peg him with it.

Abbachio

Only brings it up when he's drunk. Wants you to pull his hair and spit wine into his mouth. Will use Moody Blues to replay it when you're not around (and he's sober).

Mista

Brings it up first, buys himself a "clone-a-willy" (glow in the dark, obviously) so you can peg him with his clone - says it makes him feel "closer to you"

Fugo

Once he's comfortable enough with you, he approaches you about it first. Does a bunch of research and prep, gets super nervous/excited - does not end up enjoying it as much as he thought he would.

He would still do it if you really want, but would prefer other forms of intimacy.

Illuso

Wants it BAD, but waits for you to approach him about it first. Power top - degrades you the whole time for enjoying it.

Formaggio

Buys the biggest toy so he can shrink it down to whatever he wants at any given time. Almost cums when you agree to try it out with him.

Ghiaccio

He will make you work (beg) for it. However, after a stressful day, he would be the one begging for a pegging. Prefers to use cooling lube for pegging.

Melone

Asks you by gifting you a strapless strap-on dildo and puppy eyes. Tell him he's a little slut made for your cock if you want to see him cry while he cums.

Anasui

As soon as you even hint at wanting to try pegging him, he buys you both matching dildos. Loves how much you dote on him and how loved you make him feel. VERY LOUD

Johnghalli A

Im fucking drooling and sobbing and begging for this mans cake!

He floats the idea by you first. Would love to be pegged in the shower while you keep your hand over his mouth and tell him to be quiet for you.

Pucci

Would do anything to see God/Heaven again. Says it's the best way to do so. Prefers a curved vibrating dildo. He tears up when he cums while you're pegging him.

Johnny

He initially brings up the idea of wanting you to dominate him. Loves to suck your strap while you tell him how good he's doing. He is a moaning, drooling mess before you even start pegging him.

Diego

This man is so cocky - he NEEDS to be pegged (his idea). Power top, especially after he wins a race. Will tie you down while he rides your strap and tell you how lucky you are that he's letting you pleasure him at all.

Gappy

Very eager to agree to ANYTHING you suggest, this is no different. Will overstimulate himself riding your strap - LOVES when you jerk him off while he rides you.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hii can i request yandere Johnny with a s/o who escaped only to find them nonchalantly walking back 'home' with a cat in their arms.

*this takes place post part 7 events btw*

Yandere! Johnny Joestar x accidental runaway! s/o

Lucky, you were so lucky he stopped at the last minute. His heart was still pounding as he saw your visage in the distance. He would’ve broken a bone if he didn’t figure out you saw something, and he’d do it without hesitation if it came down to it to keep you from running away. There was this odd numbness coming through his body now, adrenaline from assuming the worst.

The blond sighs as he walks to meet up with you, locked on you like prey. Lingering thoughts you could still turn around and burst off, but he could catch you from here. Yet from what he could see in the distance of your body language it was composed, relaxed even. The ball of fur in your arms was smaller, most likely a cat.

All of that trouble for a cat. He couldn’t believe this honestly.

The distance between the both of you quickly closed, a silly little grin on your face as the cat in your arms purred in content. It’s like you didn’t even know what line you almost looked like you were about to cross to Johnny. Not to mention that cat could’ve been used to lure you to danger.

“Johnny?” You asked rather chipper

His blue eyes practically pierced yours in an instant, there was a few short stomps and he was now a few inches away from you. The cat in your hand being the only thing separating you both.

“Y/n what the hell were you thinking?” He held back on adding venom into that question just barely.

You tilt your head and your e/c eyes almost look at him bewildered. “Hmm?”

“When I came home, it looked like you bolted out… that you ran away” His tone darkened “Do you know what would’ve happened?”

You look at him and almost casually shrugged, that nearly melted the Joestar’s heart right there. He proceeded to put both of his hands on your cheeks.

“I was about to hunt you down to the ends of the earth, whether you wanted it or not” His gaze was like ice, and he could feel you shudder in response.

“I managed to glance at some small paw prints that were made by a cat…so you got lucky there” He added on

“Guess, I got too invested in finding this little guy” You shrunk back trying to break the cold atmosphere that hung over the both of you. With it finally dawning on you on how you almost gave Johnny a panic attack from you being fascinated to get a kitty, you awkwardly apologize.

“Just come back home with me….” Johnny whispered proceeding to kiss you on the forehead.

“Can I at least keep the cat?”

The blond almost doesn’t respond to that, the dark glimmer still in his eyes looks down at the feline. It looked tense, probably from his mannerisms, but it seemed satisfied to be in your presence.

“It can stay inside with you, you’re not going anywhere for a while after this” He calmly tells you before leading you along back home, safe in his arms. Hopefully that cat was worth being locked up in your house for a few months.

[metriaaqua]

MASTERLIST

to be updated with more stuff very soon HOORAYYY

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IN THE WILD WILD WEST [Steel Ball Run Reader Insert]

[Name] [Surname] has a dream of becoming a famous writer. Every good writer needs a start, right? It seems like a cross-country race was a good choice! Besides, she’s been picking up horseback riding, so why not write about the experience and break those glass ceilings as she goes?

…Well, she’s got a lot to learn. Turns out things aren’t so easy for a woman these days. Between a horse race and the search for some Saint’s “corpse parts”, she can’t catch a break.

Seriously, this all started because of a damn race!

ANOMALIES AND DIAMONDS [Diamond is Unbreakable Reader Insert]

The quaint and small town of Morioh was a dream for those looking to get away from the bustling cities that littered Japan. [Name] [Surname] had started to think differently though. Regardless of her parents opinion, living here had started to become strange. Add a couple of supernatural events, a serial killer, and some new friends in the mix….

Oh, this is a recipe for disaster!

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BLOODY ORCHID [Steel Ball Run Modern AU x GN!Reader]

this one is a fanfic im writing slightly based off of two horror movies, scream/jennifer's body!! (DO U GUYS SEE MY VISION?!?!?!) i may post this here idk. its probably gonna be a fun little fic about college life at first but then it gets crazy?

You, Johnny, Gyro, and many other of your friends are trying to navigate the tribulations of college. One day, a brutal murder completely shakes the entire community to it's core. Everyone is a suspect...even you. Just a reminder, you can't trust anyone, not even yourself.

[bubuli-3110]

Light Headed

JJBA (SBR) Reaction GN Pronouns / GN Reader

HC: Johnny, Gyro, and Diego reacting to their S/O passing out from the heat after a long day of riding in the summer.

CW: None

Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, and KNY) Find my rules here.

Johnny

You and your horse were following behind Johnny and Slow Dancer for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. The weather was begining to take a toll on your as your body quickly became drenched in sweat. Your eyes were starting to blur and you tried your best to remain concious, but the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, ears ringing, unconcious.

When you came to a couple of moments later, your head was resting on Johnny's lap. He was looking down at you stroking your forehead gently. He used a wet piece of cloth to lay on your forehead, cooling you. His soft smile is what you'd see when you finally awake.

"You OK? You had me worried Y/N" He'd ask.

He'd make sure you're hydrated and properly rested before contiuing on. His priority was you.

"Next time tell me when you need a break Y/N. We can rest whenever."

Gyro

You and your horse were following behind Gryo and Valkyrie for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Gyro was rambling on about something and it was only a a few minutes into his rant before your vision began to blur and body go numb. Then it happned. Everything went black. When you came too the first thing you realized is that someone was yelling.

"Y/N! Y/N! You better wake up! I'm not joking! This isn't funny!"

Then you felt someone shaking your shoulders violently which fully brought you back to reality. Once you got him to stop shaking you Gyro's face was a scowl.

"You Idiot, why didn't you tell me you needed a break? Now i'm the asshole." He sighs overdramaticlly.

He tosses his canteen over to you and turns away to avert your eyes.

"I was worried sick. Don't ever do that again Y/N." He says. The concern heavy in his voice. He's just a big softie when it comes to you no matter what he says.

Diego

You and your horse were following behind Diego and Silver Bullet for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Most of your two's ride was carried out in silence, but the heat was making it hard to breathe normally and the next thing you knew, you fell to the ground with a thud and everything went black. When you came to, you were under the shade of a tree. Diego's canteen laying ontop of you. You sat up slowly taking a small drink looking around. Your horse was tied to the tree next to you. A little ways off , You could see Diego tending to silver bullet. He must have noticed you move, becuase he came over closer to you.

"Going past your limits like that is useless you know?! Next time trust me, will you? Seriously." He says rolling his eyes.

His tone was cold, but you knew he must have been worried sick from the way he restlessly fidgeted. You smiled to yourself noding in agreement with him.

"Since you seem to be in such good spirits now, Let's get going." He says hopping back on his horse.