#Gyro Zeppeli x reader

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JOBROS: Need help?. . .

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

AN: I didn't include Hermes because she's missing an essential body part (cock) :(( I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

Giving them a bj

Speedwagon, Bruno: Just imagine letting it sensually enter your mouth<3 I think at first he would say something like "no need, dear" but when you gave him those puppy eyes, how could he say no? His hands would be in your hair all the time and he'd praise you nsfw link

Caesar, Kakyoin: He will be a little more enthusiastic, however, he would still be a little worried about choking you. However, the way his cock slid down your throat made him forget about the previous thing. He would groan and moan and tell you how well you suck his cock, and sometimes he would thrust against your mouth nsfw link

Okuyasu: When you asked him if you could give him a blowjob, his pants quickly disappeared. At that moment the only thing he wanted to feel was your mouth. And as you bobbed your head up and down, he could feel his body tense with pleasure. Every stroke of your tongue, every flick of your lips, sent shivers down his spine nsfw link

Mista, Gyro: Oh yeah! Possibly he may be somewhat abrupt with you, but you didn't care about that. His salty taste invaded your mouth, and you could feel his tip touching the deep part of your throat. His animalistic growls and moans could be heard throughout the room, while compliments with your name came out of his mouth. Would definitely cum in your throat, and don't worry, he also would definitely return the favor~ nsfw link

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[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

“I love you.”

Various jjba characters and how they express their affection for you

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

Written in headcanons style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

We have the jojo and jofoes version of how they react to their darling's skirt being lifted, how about the jobro this one :3 Love your writing for the jojo and jofoes version ❤️

(I can see Kakyoin will be the one make the kid scared the most with his death stare XD)

Makes sense I should complete the trifecta here, got a second ask about this as well. So here are the upskirt : Yandere Jobros edition

Yandere! Speedwagon

He’s got a knack for reading people, so it’s almost instant that he basically steps on the child’s foot, and a pull on the collar. They’re verbally berated and flat out told by this man that they weren’t very sly about their utterly disgusting behavior. He’ll twist one of their arms towards the back and gives them a stare down they’ll never forget. Speedwagon also scares this child by stating he’s seen grown men nearly beaten to death for doing such a thing, before letting them go, the kid losing their balance and running off. The way he made that fairly thin threat was rather bone chilling, but he quickly adjusts his expression and he apologizes to you for not catching the child quick enough.

Yandere! Caesar Zeppeli

As soon as a look of shock appears on your face, Caesar already has a grip on this runt. His hand holding their arm, he sweeps their feet without hesitation. “How filthy to be trying that, your dirty little hands shouldn’t be anywhere near a skirt”. There’s also a strike to the back of the kid’s head out of annoyance, nearly making them fall over again. Perhaps they get soaked wet by the nearest water if he feels it’s appropriate, and they slip one more time before being allowed to flee.

Yandere! Noriaki Kakyoin

Oh there’s certainly a death glare the kid is going to receive from Kakyoin. They’re immediately tripped up, almost instinctively on his part. Brat slips out of his mouth without hesitation, and pinches on one of their ears hard before bending over and forcing them to look at him. Kakyoin simply asks what made them think they were entitled to such behavior. He doesn’t really let them answer, and perhaps he spots something that looks foul, likely garbage. Kakyoin excuses himself from you for a moment and before the kid can blink some kind of garbage is flung into his mouth. He keeps it in there about thirty seconds before letting the kid spit it out, giving him an additional dark glare warning him if he ever tries again, that next time he’ll make him swallow that garbage (or alternatively use something nastier).

Yandere! Okuyasu

Almost certain Okuyasu flips the kid upside down and holds them by one of their legs. A muttering of stupid kid, and even putting spit in the kids ears isn’t quite enough for Okuyasu but he lets them drop, and sends his foot up their butt to shove them further. Telling them to get lost real quick or he might pull something worse than that.

Yandere! Bruno Bucciarati

An almost instant death grip is on this child’s shoulder, they can’t keep running forward and are forced to look at Bucciarati’s eyes. He was unbelievably agitated by this child’s insulting gesture. He looks like he’s demanding an answer but he knew this kid wouldn’t have one. There wasn’t any for something that pathetic. He’s the type to pull on whichever ear is closest and pull on it until they’re very much uncomfortable. He doesn’t listen to being asked to let go, as he sees it it’s appropriate to ignore their protests since they ignored your space. Even a pinch of a nose, his grip is unrelenting until he appropriately waits for the kid to lose balance and fall on their face. He should find their parents later but for now he had to tend to you being humiliated.

Yandere! Hermès

Much like Jolyne she doesn’t take crap from little punks, you bet she has the little brat in a tight hold the instant they try to run off. She does a little bit of everything, pokes and prods, maybe even trips them up. But she’s looking to do something more equal, so if she has a water bottle or soda. You bet she’s pouring it all on the kids pants, perfectly where it would look like they pissed themselves. She smirks telling them the punishment has to equal the crime, and she doesn’t care how many people laugh and mock them. It is what they get for being a little perv, (although she’s tempted to do more, she gets sick of their presence and smacks them in the back of the head before shoving them off)

Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

The child trips immediately on a steel ball of his before he grips their arm and pulling them backwards. He’s got a condescending smile on his face “you think that’s funny don’t you? Huh kid?”. He likely dumps something on them, like a little bit of leftover jam or honey, getting their hair all nice and sticky, and it’s a bonus when he pushes them and they stumble into some water and their pants are soaked. He probably uses spin once again and trips them up one last time, their pants happening to rip in a rather embarrassing place on a piece of wood. “ I could do way worse for you deciding to go on an upskirt frenzy…now get out of my sight” he says this last bit with an almost mocking laugh.

Yandere! Yasuho Hirose

Honestly she’s just about as upset as you or even more so, Paisley Park even comes out instinctively and grabs the child by the ankles. She smacks them on the back of the head with a rolled up magazine that happened to be tossed aside on the road. Before leaving she shows them a video of the kid upskirting you threatening to somehow send it to their parents, they quickly backtrack, and apologize in a panic before running off. (This also probably had to do with Paisley Park as well)

Yandere! Dragona Joestar

Dragona had it rough herself with bullying, so for once she’d like to do something about it. They promptly slap the perpetrator first before really doing anything. Smooth operators might be used to at least dislocate a couple things like a couple fingers/thumbs, it’s convincing enough that it looks like an accident. It might be turned back to almost normal, as they freak out quite a bit, not sure what’s going on. Thoroughly freaked out, the child runs off pretty quickly. Dragona then turns to you and gives you a tight hug, feeling horrible about that whole thing, then drags you off to a favorite place to make you feel better.

[starzabi]

— hand headcanons !

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

nsfw warning … minors & ageless blogs dni

— johnny

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

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

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

‘i still got it…’

— gyro

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

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

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

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

— diego

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

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

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

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

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

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

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

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

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

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

Word Count: ~2.3k

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Diego Brando 

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

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

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

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

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountain Tim 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[retlasute]

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✦ Change Partners - Gyro Zeppeli/Diego Brando ✦

You didn't consider yourself to be a jealous or even vindictive person. But that didn't cross your mind when you saw Gyro reveling in the whims and attention of his fans and, huffing with rage, you went to the bar in search of something better than a bottle of whiskey.

WARNINGS: NSFW, adult content, sex, birds and bees +18 and that kind of stuff

Word Count: 6216 (I'm incapable of writing anything smaller than that)

Naturally, you had to be on your guard at all times, because you fully realized, in the lucidity of your jealousy, the danger of those flirtations. You tried to turn around, but you couldn't - not because of a physical impediment, just because you simply couldn't move.  

You were being a fool to feel hurt. But you were enraged by the whole thing; your mind in an irrational moment called him a disgusting traitor, a pervert, a womanizer and a bastard, and it was possible that you would have ended up losing your mind if you hadn't realized that what angered you most was Gyro depriving you not of a certain specific satisfaction, but of some general freedom, even if without realizing it.  

During the months riding with the two men, you and Gyro made a habit of torturing Johnny with flirtations and jokes with ulterior motives. At first, it was all a joke initiated by Gyro, and you took it as such. Until the compliments and flirting continued even in Johnny's absence, and then during a confrontation with a group of terrorists. Of course, you knew that Gyro was never the most serious man in the world, but flirting became commonplace in situations that were too insinuating for what was supposed to be just a joke to annoy Johnny.  

Of course, you reciprocated the flirting. Apart from the expected loneliness of taking part in a transcontinental race, the fact that you were one of the few, if not the only, woman in the race didn't help when it came to trusting a partner, even for one night. Your mother did very well to make you paranoid about venereal diseases and broken hearts, and you made a point of honoring her even if it meant sacrificing a certain frequency of pleasures.  

But Gyro was everything you needed and more. Handsome, strong, funny, charming, Italian accented and reasonably hygienic, something too high for what you were used to seeing. And, surprisingly, he kept flirting with you. And he seemed extremely happy when you reciprocated, just as he seemed highly frustrated when Johnny made a point of interrupting a kiss he was about to steal from you.   

And now he was there, planted at the finish line, paying attention to the dozens of women who made a point of touching his muscles and hair - and he was receiving all this attention with a damn golden smile on his face.  

You were trying to be reasonable, though. You couldn't be absolutely sure that in the course of the race he hadn't casually established some inappropriate relationship with unknown women; of course, no matter how much you controlled yourself, there would always be cold stares with extremely elaborate explanations to say that he wasn't unaccompanied. Your jealousy would sink its pointed fangs into the fine filigree of the Italian's falsehoods, but in the end you felt you had no reason for serious alarm. It was normal for him to stay with other women for one night. Irresistibly obvious in this race. From the sweaty drunk with large breasts to the young woman full of herself with the almost insignificant possibility of no venereal disease.  

What infuriated you, you already knew. Your feelings for Gyro didn't allow you to be with other men. You'd rejected gentlemen like Mountain Tim based only on the remote possibility that one day Gyro would take the flirting to the next level, as easily as he does with his fans. But months have passed and this man has brought you nothing but frustration. 

Clenching your fists and watching the sun go down, you threw your devastated conscience out of the window. You felt romantic, hot, thirsty and very, very angry. You spun on your heels and pulled your horse up in front of a saloon, tying it to the post and taking a deep breath before entering.  

Guiding yourself through the depraved netting of the lamp-lit veranda, you walked through the door. The bar had a dim, impossibly ruby light that always signaled dubious strongholds in the old United States, but here it meant a strictly family place made for refuge. As you crossed the saloon, you had to skirt around a group of women who were saying goodbye to each other with mille grâces after an afternoon of drinks. With a harsh exclamation of recognition, one of them lunged at you. It was a short girl who attacked you with a smile of admiration, gleaming with curiosity.  

With pleasure, you greeted her. As a woman who was a candidate to win the race, you had become extremely popular, but unfortunately, your positive reputation was restricted to women.  

You sat down in front of the counter for a drink. The moon-faced attendant was holding a tray with eight glasses of sherry, but made a point of serving you with your whisky. You thanked him.  

The atmosphere seemed to suit your mood and it wasn't long before the cup was empty. Feeling hot, you took off unnecessary clothes and left them on the counter, thinking.  

What the hell was wrong with you? You and Gyro had been through so much together, and just one little group of women was enough to make him completely forget about you? You shuddered, feeling foolishly betrayed. It was warm enough that you didn't notice the tingling in your nose as you held back your sobs.   

Was he too much for you? No, he wasn't. Throughout your life, you've heard enough compliments to be sure that you were prettier than most other women, even if the obstacles and conditions of the Steel Ball Run left you more overwhelmed. And Gyro was no Mountain Tim or Johnny Joestar, you thought.  

He just had charm. Apart from that, you were prettier, smarter, and had a lot more potential than he did. But what on earth did a group of women have that you didn't?  

Several women, you thought, being only one. And then your questions began to escape from your head to overflow into your mouth and then into the attendant's ears.  

"Me, beautiful, smart, sexy, and alone. Can you believe it?"  

It was then that the tired attendant turned around, picked up a fancy cup and placed it on the counter in front of your melancholy head. Before you could look, you shuddered at the thud and, after glancing at the attendant's face, looked down at the glass.  

A very fancy drink that you had never seen before. Something like Scotch whisky, you judged by the color and smell.  

"For you." The attendant said, and you raised your head.  

"Oh, you were touched and gave it to me as a gift?" You asked, holding the cup and smelling the aroma.  

''No, that guy asked for you.’’ 

"Huh?'' 

A little disappointed, you saw that the attendant pointed at someone behind you.  

''Really? How tacky! I just want to see the bragger that...''  

And a pair of somehow emerald-blue eyes shone. His hair shone like candlelight as he lifted his face to look at you. A look so intense and direct that, if it could make a sound, it would be the same as a sword being drawn. His expression was seductive, yet cordial, retaining all the life that pulsed from the muscles marked under the sleeve of his navy blue shirt. His hat made him a man who needed no introduction. 

Dio.  

Then you turned your head back to the attendant like a pigeon would.  

Diego Brando? The pretty, talented, British jockey, Diego Brando? What the hell was he doing in a place like that? Why did he buy you that drink?   

"Are you going to miss this chance?'' The attendant asked. "Since you're so alone.''  

He was right, after all. You felt pathetic like you needed help. Like seeing a kitten with its head stuck in a meat can.  

''(Y/N)?'' A voice echoed behind you. ''(Y/N), the horsewoman?''   

''Ah!''  

You can't help but be startled. You were so surprised that you didn't turn around to see who it was, the person had to sit down next to you before you could look. It was Diego Brando, in flesh, bones and beauty. You'd never seen him so close, and he knew your name? That was an honor. An honor so great that your cheeks heated up ridiculously.  

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?'' He asked once more, his relaxed, pointed eyes coming closer to you with a confident smile.   

As a last resort, you confirmed your identity, without much idea of how to continue the conversation. Diego seemed engaged with you. He asked interesting questions, made surprising comments and seemed to know you in a strangely satisfying way. Diego Brando ordered the same drink you were having, and now you knew the name. Of course, you were too drunk to record it, but watching the attendant prepare the drink you understood that it was something with Scotch whisky, orange and a strange but delicious syrup.  

"I saw some of your work and I found it exciting.’’ He said 

Diego kept the conversation going. You were too dazed and drunk to think of anything decent to say, and you were pleased with how elegantly he took on the task of doing it for you. That man seemed like a promise, you thought. A promise seductively concealed yet nobly kept. A promise that tonight you would have company.  

"Who knew that the great British jockey liked my work?'' You said when he vaguely mentioned a championship you took part in a few years ago.  

"I did my research. You're fascinating, you know that?'' He smiled when he saw you smile in response. ''Your performance in the fourth stage? Fascinating too. You beat me twice.''  

''Jeez, do you even remember that? It was pure luck and little reward...'' 

"Besides...'' He took a sip of his drink and put it on the counter. ''You're breathtakingly beautiful up close.''  

Man, what a shame. You thought. But he's so hot.  

You weren't very happy with so many compliments coming from someone like Diego. His ulterior motives were obvious, and so were yours. Diego was rich, famous, very handsome and, above all, British. You weren't stupid and you knew that no man like him would compliment a woman so freely.  

But then again, he's so hot. And the evening was getting interesting, everyone was looking at you. You couldn't let it end there, on that counter. And Gyro will see.  

"Hey, Diego...'' You said, resting your chin on your hand, languid as a mermaid. ''I'm tired of staying down here, it's too noisy. Don't you want to drink and chat upstairs?’’ 

He looked around discreetly. He was still alone and had already drunk his share of whisky.   

''But in this place? Are you sure?'' 

''Of course.'' You laughed seductively. ''Or are you afraid I'll beat you again?''  

''Maybe I'd like that, miss.''  

You finished your drinks and went upstairs. You tried to hold back the urge to vomit - so easily attributable to fear and alcohol - but you felt a small weight suddenly burning in your belly. You bit your lip hard, and the nausea didn't overwhelm you.  

He didn't want to talk, that much was clear. But if you still had a shred of doubt, it simply disappeared when he locked the bedroom door and grabbed your waist. His breath was warm and smelled of whisky and jasmine as he stood in front of you, his hands tighter, his figure silhouetted against the murky room, illuminated by the thin candles.  

"Miss...'' He said serenely. ''Unless you have any other business to attend to, I believe our conversation is over.''  

You remained motionless, your vision blurred, and at that instant you heard your heart explode. It was a small, sharp sound, like the snap of a flower stem breaking.  

He was slow and careful; so were you. Every touch, every moment needed to be enjoyed, treasured - appreciated like a talisman of foolish revenge.   

In the same way that a gentleman pours his guest's glass of wine before serving himself, Diego took off his shirt before taking off yours. You touched every soft cavity of his torso, the hidden places of his body. You felt the grace and strength of every curve of his bones, the wonder of his tightly entwined muscles, slender and supple across the width of his shoulders, smooth and solid across the expanse of his back, rigid as young oak on the columns of his thighs.  

Then his hands, cold as a lizard’s, landed on your breasts, giving you a pleasurable thermal shock.  

"Diego...'' 

"You must be honored..." He said, his breath warm on your neck, teasing each nipple with small circular touches. "A man should pay homage to you and your body. Because you are beautiful and you have that right." 

He kissed you and you closed your eyes. His lips were warm and dry, familiar - yet you felt a shockwave run through your body.   

Your lips, which you threw in front of him so that he couldn't help but kiss them, paralyzed you and encouraged you. Now, looking down, you could clearly see the swelling and commotion in Diego's pants. As you were already too far gone to stop properly, and in fact were no longer able to hold back or wait for the slower progress of your shyness, you slid your hands between his thighs, on one of which you could see and feel something rigid and hard, confined by his pants, and for which your fingers couldn't find the end.  

You didn't feel the air moving against your face, you didn't feel the hot breath coming from his nose or mouth. It was like kissing a mask. The air, humid, coming from the depths of his lungs, blew cold on your neck, like the exhalation of a cave. You felt the hairs on your arms stand on end and you took a step back, hoping that neither shock nor revulsion would be evident on your face.  

Yes, revulsion. You were disgusted, but not by Diego. Diego was a gentleman, attractive, charming... but an enemy. Kissing him like that tasted like betrayal. Gyro and Johnny saved your life at the start of this damn race, and this is how you repay them?  

His eyes were closed tightly. The muscle in his jaw twitched.  

"I'm sorry...'' You whispered, squeezing the muscle in his arm to make him believe it. ''I can’t do it.'' 

"What?'' Confused by the sudden interruption, Diego kept his hands in the air, holding the glowing silhouette of where his waist should be. ''What do you mean?'' 

His clearly dissatisfied face showed how offended he was beginning to be by the situation. You bent down and picked up your shirt, thankful that it was the only piece of clothing you had taken off, and put it on with the same skill as a chimpanzee, staggering, grunting and cursing. 

"I know...'' You said when you finally managed to get dressed. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I think the drink made me sick.'' 

And then you gave an embarrassed smile, opening the door and running out of that damn bar at such speed that you could beat any stage of the Steel Ball Run without needing your horse. 

"It's hot as hell!" That's what they shouted after you.  

You reached the cliffs just before noon. They weren't really cliffs, more like limestone ledges and columns, jutting out of the yellowish grass of the surrounding hills, like the ruins of an ancient city. The clear tips showed cracks and fissures caused by the passage of time and the weather, dotted with thousands of tiny, strange plants, which found a foothold in the slightest remnant of eroded soil.  

You left the horses on the grass and walked up to a wide, flat limestone ledge covered with tufts of wild grass, just below the highest cluster of rocks. There was little shade from the sparse bushes, but at that height it was possible to feel a slight breeze.  

"My, how hot it is!" Gyro said. He unbuttoned his shirt, which fell around his feet as he began to shed some of his clothes.  

"What are you doing, Gyro?" You asked, trying not to laugh.   

"Taking my clothes off." He answered pragmatically. ''Why don't you do the same, bella? You're sweatier than I am.'' 

"Me? Take off my clothes? Which of those rocks did you hit your head on?"  

He laughed, his voice resonating in his broad chest and glistening in the sunlight.  

''There's no one to see, don't worry!"   

''Oh, yes, of course... You're just another horse grazing around, aren't you?''  

"I'm the best audience you can imagine." He joked. "At least take off the parts of your clothes that are making you sweat."  

After a moment's hesitation, you did as he suggested. It was an entirely isolated spot; too rocky and hard for sheep, the chance of even a stray flock getting up there was very remote, and Johnny would be busy in camp for quite a while. And alone, naked, away from Johnny and the waves of unwelcome fans... Gyro spread his cape on the ground as you stripped off your sweat-stained clothes, leaving only a strip on your chest and your pants.  

All my clothes are making me sweat, you thought critically.  

He stretched languidly and lay down, his arms behind his head, completely oblivious to curious ants, sparse pebbles and thorny stumps of vegetation.  

"your skin must be like goat leather." You observed. "How can you lie like that on the bare ground?"  

Naked like him, you stretched out more comfortably in the thick folds of the cape he had thoughtfully laid out for you.  

He shrugged, his eyes closed against the heat of the afternoon sun. The light bathed him in gold where he lay, making him glow in golden-red tones against the dark background of the wild grass.  

"That's good for me. But you have to be careful, it would be a shame if those ants stung your beautiful skin." He said comfortingly, and fell silent. The sound of his breathing was close enough to reach you above the faint whine of the breeze that crossed the rocky ridges above you.  

You turned over on your stomach and rested your chin on your crossed arms, watching him. He was broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips, with long, vigorous hips and thighs, and slight depressions formed by hard muscles even when he was relaxed. The warm, gentle breeze stirred the still-damp tufts of soft, hay-colored hair in his armpits and ruffled the golden hair that fluttered delicately about his wrists, where it held his head. The slight breeze was welcome, because you could feel the warm sun on your shoulders and shoulder blades.  

God, how you loved that man. Every fiber of your being loved every fiber of his being. The bad jokes, the singing, the flirting, the impromptu songs, everything that made your day in the race better was him. You smiled, and smiling you felt your heart beating like a drum against his cape. You breathed heavily, trying to control your beats, as if he might hear them at any moment.  

"Did you manage to sleep?" He asked, smiling.  

"I think so. Did you sleep well?"  

"Like a baby."  

''As always."  

The outline of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. After a moment, he rolled over on top of the cover, much closer to you. A few leaves clung to his back and arms, but he didn't mind them as much as he minded the leaves on your shoulders. He pushed one of them away and you shivered slightly at the touch of his fingers.  

However, instead of continuing to remove the leaves, he stepped back a little and watched you, leaning on one elbow. Gyro saw something in your expression that he didn't understand and that made him slightly uneasy.  

"A penny for your thoughts." He said, tilting his head, his shiny hair sliding down his face.  

You looked at him and gave a sad smile.   

''Nothing, it's just... Whisky really didn't suit me last night."  

''Yeah... If I were you, I'd never drink again." He joked. 

''What about you? What are you thinking?’’  

He thought for a few seconds, then pulled the leaves back from your hair and shoulders, running his fingers along the ridges of your neck. Then he shifted just enough for you to see all of him and took a deep breath.  

"Well... I was wondering..." He began, then stopped, the smile disappearing from his lips. He looked down, playing with a little flower that was popping up from the grass.  

''Wondering what?" 

"Why... you went into that room with Dio."  

You thought your heart had stopped for an instant. You felt all the blood drain from your face, because you could feel the numbness of your lips as you tried to pronounce the words.  

"With... Dio?" 

''Don't worry, I didn't tell Johnny because I knew he'd be very upset... I know you were drunk, but you're not some kind of idiot. Diego could never seduce you, so... why?" 

He raised his eyes, just trying to make a superficial attempt at a lopsided smile. But the unstable smile had faded and his face was as livid as his own. He lowered his eyes again, avoiding your fixed, shocked gaze.  

"I guess everything I was imagining..." He muttered. "It was whether I'd done something wrong... Whether I should have gone to the bar with you when you invited me."  

You saw him bite his lip as if he wished the words hadn't been said, but it was too late for that. 

"How did you know?" You asked. You felt dizzy and exposed. You turned over on your stomach, pressing your body hard into the short grass.  

He shook his head, his golden teeth still clenched over his lower lip. When he finally released it, a deep, reddish mark appeared where he had bitten it.  

''(Y/N).'' He said, in a whisper. ''You don't know how to lie, let alone omit. I know you more than I should and less than I'd like to, but you're too confusing for me. The only thing I ask of you now that we're alone is sincerity. How long have we been riding? Two months? Three? Since the moment I saw you. And I've seen you smile and cry how many times... five hundred times or more?" 

He then touched you with a finger, gently, like a moth's paw, tracing the line of your arm and shoulder, down your back until you shuddered at the touch and rolled over, pulling away and facing him.  

"You've never been this distant with me." He said, his eyes attentive to the path his finger had traveled, dipping down to feel the curve of your spine. "Not even when I didn't even know your name did you act like this. But now... I thought you were tired, or simply scared of all these stand users we're meeting out there. But now I know better.''  

Then there was a long silence. You could feel the strong, painful beating of your heart against the cold ground and hear the chatter of the wind in the pines. Small birds called, far away, and you wanted to be one of them. Or at least to be far away.  

"Why?" He asked quietly. "Why lie to me and Johnny?" 

You lowered your eyes, staring at your hands, clasped under your chin, and swallowed.  

"If..." You started, swallowing again. "If I'd told you I'd been with Dio... you'd have asked about it, and then thought I was a traitor. I didn't think so... maybe you could forgive, but I would never forget." 

You swallowed again. Your hands were cold despite the heat and you felt a ball of ice in your stomach. But if you were telling him the truth now, you should tell it in full.  

''If you asked... and you did, Gyro, you did! I'd have to talk about it, relive it all over again and I was afraid...'' Your voice trailed off, unable to go on, but he didn't intend to let you go.  

"Afraid of what?" He urged you on.  

You turned your head a little, not looking at him, but enough to see his dark silhouette against the light, peeking through the bright curtain of the sun in his hair.  

"I was afraid you'd know why I did what I did." You said serenely. ''Gyro... I was angry, I... How long did you stay out there, surrounded by women crazy about you? Long enough for me to drink a bottle of whisky and talk to Diego and go into the bedroom with him and... I was so angry, Gyro, about the race, the flirting. And because you'd forced me to do it... to go to that saloon alone. I wanted to do something to take my mind off you, to make sure I didn't think about you for at least one night. I did it, well, partly... because I wanted to hurt you...'' 

A muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth, but he kept looking down, staring at his interlocked hands. The chasm between you, so dangerously connected by a bridge, opened immeasurably, unbridgeable once again.  

"Yes. Well, you did it.''  

His mouth closed into a thin line and he didn't say another word for some time. Finally, he turned his head and looked straight at you. You wish you could have avoided those green eyes, but you couldn't.  

''(Y/N),'' He said softly. "what did you feel... when I preferred to stay outside, with other women?''  

A small shock ran through your body, from your scalp to the tips of your toes. It was the last question you wanted to hear.  

You opened and closed your mouth several times before finding an answer.  

"I don't know..." You said weakly. ''Anger, of course. I was furious, outraged, afraid and... feeling sorry for myself.''  

"Were you jealous?'' He asked, his tone serious.  

You took a deep breath, feeling the grass prickle your elbows.  

"Yes. I think so.'' You bit your lip, looking down.  

"Yeah, me too.'' His voice sounded low and practical next to your shoulder. ''I was angry too. Furious, outraged, and feeling sorry for myself.''  

He put his two thumbs together, one on either side of a blade of grass, and concentrated on pulling it out by the roots. The leaf came off its stem with a tiny noise. Then he lifted it between his thumbs, brushing it lightly against his lips.  

Your breathing was ragged and your eyes were brimming with tears, but not a single tear escaped to slide down your cheek. You saw Gyro drop the grass and lean his head forward, resting it on his knuckles.  

"You said you wanted to hurt me. Well, the thought of you in bed with Diego hurt more than any injury I've ever suffered on this race...''  

"But I did nothing!'' You immediately tried to explain yourself. ''I... I was going to, but I said I was sick so I left first. I didn't go to bed with him, Gyro...''  

His mouth opened silently, then closed tightly for a moment, until he found the strength to continue.  

''I don't know if my injury is mortal, but bella... I feel the blood drain from my body every time I look at you.''  

The silence between you grew and deepened. The slight buzz of an insect calling from the rocks vibrated in the air.  

Gyro was motionless, his face expressionless as he stared at the ground below. You couldn't bear that expressionless face and the thought of what might be hidden behind it. You had caught a glimpse of his despairing fury at various times and your heart cringed at the thought of that hatred, mastered at such a frightening cost and now held in an iron grip that contained not only anger, but confidence and joy. 

You desperately searched for some way to break the silence that separated you; some gesture that would restore the lost trust between the two of you. Gyro sat up straight, his arms wrapping tightly around one knee, and turned, staring out over the tranquil distant valley.  

You reached over the chasm that separated them and put your hand on his arm. It was warm from the sun, alive to the touch.  

"I love you, Gyro.''  

His head slowly turned towards you. His face still looked calm, although his emerald eyes narrowed even more as he stared at you in silence. He reached out and finally placed his hand on your cheek.  

"Ti amo anch'io, mia bella.''  

You looked down and smiled, letting out an embarrassed giggle.  

"You know I have no idea what you said...'' Your lips were trembling so much that you could barely pronounce the words.  

Suddenly, the hand that was holding your cheek rested on the back of your neck, and he surprised you when he kissed you forcefully and impetuously. Then he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly, your mouth matching his. Then he laid you on the ground, his weight immobilizing you. His broad shoulders darkened the bright sky above you and his hands held your wrists, keeping you prisoner.  

Then he stopped kissing you, pulling his face away to admire your form.  

"Ah, bella... you don't know how long I've imagined what you'd taste like.'' He murmured, leaning down briefly to kiss your neck. You can't help but be exasperated. "But I'm still furious.''  

''Furious? Gyro...''  

"I'm furious because that bastard Diego kissed you before I did." He said firmly. ''That hurt more than waking up from the hangman's noose to feel the knife plunging into my stomach to extract my guts, bella...''  

You let the air out of your lungs with a moan when, firmly, he undressed your breasts and plunged his face into them, emerging again to kiss you, and then caress you.  

"I was a fool. But now I know how much I want you. How much I love you. Me. Only me.'' He said, the words punctuated by kisses on your neck. "Do you hear me? Only me. Never anyone else, only me! Look at me, say it! Look at me, (Y/N)!''  

Your hands, lost in desire, pulled him in for another kiss. His weight was like a rock on your chest. He moved his hips against you as he undressed you, in an imperious command, and you felt your legs spread for him in ecstasy.   

"Gyro...'' You murmured, now feeling him pull down his pants and lean in again. The friction of his skin made you throw yourself at him, wanting more. And more. 

"I want you...'' He said, more softly. "for me. I want you to say you're mine. My girl.''  

You felt the rough, thorny grass under your body, just as you felt his hand descend from your hip to your folds, exploring, playing, teasing. He felt and slid over every inch of your body, his lubricated fingers occasionally wetting the inside of your thigh when he tried to spread your legs further apart. He was delicate, something you would never expect from him. Calm and delicate, as if he was looking for the right spot to pleasure you - even if he was about to explode if he didn't seek his own pleasure soon, the vigorous member framed by tufts of lightly trimmed blond hair made that clear.  

Its prodigious size made you shudder and prop yourself up on your elbows. You can't, without pleasure, contemplate without venturing to touch; such length, such thickness of living ivory. Perfectly tanned and shaped; the arrogant rigidity stretched the skin, whose lustrous, velvety softness was highlighted by a tuft of curly, blond hair around the base; then, the broad, rosy head, and the blue streamers of its veins, you'd never imagined anything like it.  

Without being distracted from your lukewarm lust, you kissed him again and jolted when you felt his shaking, wet fingers inside you.   

You moaned and Gyro swallowed your moan with another kiss, his thumb firmly and perfectly positioned on your clitoris. You could feel the pungency of pointed rods crushed in the grass, like the scent of the man who possessed you. Your breasts were flattened under him and you felt the hairs on his chest stimulating your skin as your bodies rubbed together.   

"Bella... Why are you shaking?'' He whispered in your ear.  

Gasping, you tried to organize your thoughts to answer.  

''I'm not... Ah!''  

He let out a soft, playful ''nyo-ho'' when he saw you squirm beneath him. His fingers were firm on a perfect spot that now made you shiver and moan in a way you had never done before. The fingering continued, to the point where you could hear the sticky sound of his fingers.  

"You're shaking, see?'' He joked, but you were too busy exploding in waves of pleasure to laugh.  

You felt an intense shiver run down your spine, cruelly interrupted when Gyro took his fingers out of you and caressed your cheek, wetting it with your own fluids.  

He suddenly penetrated you hard, and you moaned and would have turned your head, but he held your face between his hands, forcing you to face him, to see his sweet, wide mouth contorted with pleasure. You gasped as he gave you what you were looking for. You thrust against him as if you wanted to escape, your back arching, pressing against his body. He lay fully on top of you, barely moving, so that your most intimate connection seemed little more than the joining of your skins.  

You closed your eyes, escaping the intensity of that gaze, and sharpened your ears to hear him panting and moaning just like you. A delicate, inexorable pressure turned your head to face him again, while the rhythmic movements continued, softer. 

"No, mia bella...'' He said half-voiced. ''Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at what you've done to me.'' 

And you looked, trapped, bound to him. You watched as he dropped the last of his masks and revealed to you the depths of his own being. His body held you captive, guiding you ahead of his noose, like the west wind in the sails of a ship.  

And you traveled into him, as he into you, so that when the last little storms of love began to shake you, he moaned louder, brutally usurping control as he moved to the rhythm of your inexorable pleasure.   

Gyro didn't need more than a few thrusts before he was overwhelmed by the wave that rushed down his spine and erupted like a rebar crashing against the rocks. When you parted, he plunged his face into your breasts again. His head was just an indistinct golden spot against your chest. The holes in the granulated leaves in the sky above you admitted only a faint glow into the heavy sky; the distant rumble of an autumn thunderstorm murmured constantly in the hills beyond your fragile tree walls. Gyro was still stiff, so stiff with desire that the touch of your hand made him moan again with a need close to pain.  

When he could no longer endure the rest, he possessed you again, and you moved together, hard, pressing, desiring, longing for that moment of ultimate union, and fearing to reach it, knowing that after it there would only be exhaustion and uncertainty.  

Over and over again he brought you to ecstasy, without you knowing exactly how, holding back, stopping, gasping into your neck with affectionate and sometimes nonsensical words in Italian, then shuddering. Until finally, you touched his face, threaded your fingers through his hair, squeezed him tightly and arched your back and hips under him, pushing, urging.  

"Come on...'' He said in a whisper, "Now. With me, bella.''  

He surrendered to you and you to him, desperation taking over passion, so that the echo of your moans seemed to die away slowly, resounding in the darkness of the cold clearing floor.  

You remained embraced, immobile, his body was a blessed weight, a shield and a consolation. A so solid body, so full of life and warmth. Why did you wait so long for this? Should you believe what he told you a few minutes ago?  

"Listen...'' He finally said, softly. "Can you hear?''  

At first, you heard nothing but the humming of the wind and the dripping of the dew through the leaves and daisies. Then you heard a steady, slow beat of his heart, pulsing against you, and yours against him, both in the same rhythm, in the rhythm of desire. The blood flowed through his body, and through its fragile link, through you and back to him.  

You lay like that, entwined. Finally, he pulled away and got dressed, looking around.  

"Are you looking for Johnny?'' You asked, standing up and feeling your legs go numb and somehow sticky. 

"He must have left us by now.'' Gyro replied, in a good mood. ''What did we come here for anyway?'' 

You sighed and laughed.  

''Water, Gyro.'' You replied. ''To get water for us and the horses.'' 

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Falling for an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

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

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

Warning(s): None.

Johnny Joestar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit it! For the love of God-“

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

Johnny hates how right Gyro can be.

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

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

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

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

Such an approach is needed with you, apparently.

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

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

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

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

Luckily for you, Johnny is not.

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

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

And, yes, it does take that long.

Gyro Zeppeli

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

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

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

Not that he really cares.

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

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

He won’t necessarily blame himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“… good lord, Y/n.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sweetheartsnips]

JoJo Masterlist

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

Assorted x Reader One-Shots

Snips' JJBA One-shots Series

Ode to Autumn - Jonathan

Do it Again - Steely Dan

In Too Deep - Jotaro

Be Quiet and Drive - Rohan

In My Dreams - Speedwagon (angst warning)

Telephone Line - Mista

Just Like Heaven - Doppio

Light My Fire - Gyro

Pet - Risotto

Million Dollar Man - Prosciutto

In Blue Hawaii - Dragona Joestar x fem!Reader

Daddy Cool

Small nsfw one-shots for my favourite JJBA DILFs.

Jotaro Kujo (Part 6)

Norisuke Higashikata IV (JoJolion)

Dio (Part 3)

Joseph Joestar (Part 3)

Diavolo (Part 5)

[dioslesbianwife]

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar

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

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

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

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

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

Every time Johnny turns around, Diego is THERE.

“HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING US?!”

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

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

Johnny: "DON'T CALL HIM THAT."

Gyro Zeppeli

At first, he thinks it’s funny.

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

Then Diego won’t leave you alone.

And suddenly, it’s NOT funny anymore.

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

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

Diego never falls for it.

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

“YES.”

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

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

[naomijoestar]

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

Masterlist here <3

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

Mista version here <3

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

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

Speedwagon

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

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

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

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

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

Caeser Zeppeli

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

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

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

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

Noriaki Kakyoin

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

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

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

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

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

Okuyasu Nijimura

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

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

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

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

Bruno Bucciarati

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

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

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

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

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

Ermes Costello

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

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

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

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

[joestarfoundation]

JOBROS: Dinner is ready...

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

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

Jobros x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

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

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

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

Here you can find more posts like these

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

Various jjba characters x reader: sleeping habits and headcanons

Dating/married depending on character

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I would NOT go from ANY yandere's grasp if they feed me what i like, like either i'd be too absorbed in eating or i'd be too tired after eating to really want to escape 😭 i don't really care what they'd do (love u btw)

Relatable honestly, man if that’s all it takes for a Yandere to keep you around, you’ll best bet they’re going to give it their all making you food to keep you around. Here’s a little comfy ramble…

I feel like most Jojo characters would be able to cook even if it’s just following a recipe. Foo Fighters does her best flipping through countless cookbooks, and watching videos of whatever your favorite things are. That’s what people do to bond right? Have good tasting food! It’ll surely bring you both closer together.

There’s a few that aren’t great with cooking, Mista occasionally burns certain things, he’ll admit cooking isn’t exactly his skill but figures everything out something eventually . (He finds it a pain to cook cheese sauces since they can burn easily) If it’s too complicated he’s taking you out to a restaurant that specializes in it.

Okuyasu isn’t the best with cooking at the start, mixing up spices, or under/overcooking. He manages to somehow convince Tonio to teach him properly. Being a good partner means making their favorite food properly in his mind so he’s not going to slack on that if it keeps you happy.

Since we’re mentioning food here might as well mention Tonio Trussardi here. This is the best way for him to be Yandere honestly right within his territory. Using Pearl Jam or not, it fills him with joy with whatever dish or snack you like. The way your shoulders relax once you eat sends this chefs heart fluttering like never before. He’s not really worried if you happen to be fond of something more factory made/processed his approximations are almost always better than the packaged things. (It’s better this way in his book anyhow).

I also feel like Gyro would probably take advantage of your lowered guard around your favorite food. He considers himself descent at his homelands dishes and of course Johnny likes his coffee he prepares, so often he ends up insisting to cook, practically taking over it from before on your journey. (Which works for him, you don’t need to worry about talking to whoever else anyway). He can’t wipe that stupid big grin from his face as you sit to eat your favorite thing. (That’s if you even notice from how tasty it is)

Koichi is another character who would take up some form of cooking for you. Maybe he just happens to eavesdrop one afternoon after class and see what exactly you’re eating? Then he makes himself useful and buys everything, then prepares it at home. Then hey, what do you know? One day or another you both happen to bump into each other and can even sit together for lunch for a little while.

(Here’s a part 8 character I feel like is underrated)

Karera is another character I definitely see using food to her advantage with you. She’ll get your favorite meals at whatever shop for free somehow (with a bit of handiwork from her stand love love deluxe). Oh hey, she just happened to buy something you like that was sold out most places, how about you sit and eat it with her? Making lunch/dinner? Duh she’ll make it for you, as long as you’re eating what she made with her own two hands (or bought/scammed herself) she’s happy.

If that’s what makes it easy to keep you around Jotaro doesn’t really mind. He’s right on it to getting/making it for you. Holly of course inserts herself pulling out recipes, she’d know you’d love. Just a small suggestion to her son of course as she winks. He’ll be right in the kitchen with her preparing everything, or quickly walking out to get whatever’s needed. Just don’t make yourself sick from eating too fast.

[pillow-anime-talk]

{♡} jojo’s bizarre adventure month.

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

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

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

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

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

done | 02/11. milf with NARANCIA GHIRGA

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

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

done | 05/11. training with LISA LISA

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

done | 07/11. pregnant with WEATHER REPORT

done | 08/11. divorce with JOTARO KUJO

done | 09/11. eternal enemies with FUNNY VALENTINE

10/11. double life with LEONE ABBACCHIO

11/11. party time with JOHNNY JOESTAR

12.11. reading dark romance with DIO BRANDO

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

14/11. back massage with JOSEPH JOESTAR

15/11. stripclub with KARS, ESIDISI and WAMUU

16/11. missgendering with DRAGONA JOESTAR

17/11. his muse with ROHAN KISHIBE

18/11. helping you with GYRO ZEPPELI

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

20/11. proposal with NARCISO ANASUI

21/11. pegging with DIEGO BRANDO

22/11. old photos with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

23/11. girl with a gun with GUIDO MISTA

24/11. horse riding with JONATHAN JOESTAR

25/11. mourning with NORAKI KAKYOIN

26/11. crying with ENRICO PUCCI

27/11. rainy night with JODIO JOESTAR

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

29/11. model with YOSHIKAGE KIRA

30/11. comforting with VINEGAR DOPPIO and DIAVOLO

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A Fateful Encounter

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

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

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

$50,000,000. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that’s being overdramatic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t answer her at first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A handsome man completely ruined by his nasty attitude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even if you die trying.