#diego x gyro x johnny

[lustastarte]

♥ cabin | diegyjo ♥

genre: smut

heavy rain forces gyjo to room with diego for the night

published: 2020

!genderbent johnny!

written by request

"Shit, it's raining."

Joana sighed, wrapping her arms around Slow Dancer's neck for any form of heat. "Gyro, the more you talk, the more body heat you lose. Let's just find somewhere out of the rain to stay."

"We're twenty miles outside of the nearest town, Jojo."

"Surely there's somewhere we can stay- Who's that?" 

Joana squinted her eyes, pointing to an advancing figure in the distance, identity masked by heavy rainfall and darkness.

"Who's there?" No answer.

"Hey! Who are you?" Gyro signaled Valkyrie to move forward. Joana held tightly to Slow Dancer's reigns, ready to turn and flee if need be. 

"Zeppeli? Joestar? Is that you?"

"Diego?"

He came ever closer, teal sweater showing through the rain. "Why are you guys out here?"

"Why do you wanna kn-?"

"We were traveling, but now we're trying to find somewhere to stay," Joana explained, interrupting Gyro and pulling herself even closer to her trusted traveling companion, sticking her frozen nose in Slow Dancer's long, coarse mane to try to get the feeling back.

"I have room in the cabin I found earlier, it's not far from here," Diego offered, moving closer with Silver Bullet.

"Jojo, can I talk to you for a second?"

Joana turned her head and nodded at Gyro, who moved in to whisper in her ear. "Isn't it a little odd to you that your former... whatever you two were- is inviting you and your boyfriend to stay with him?"

"No, not particularly. I think he's trying to be nice, Gyro. Just because he's my old lover doesn't mean you have to be rude to him, I'd actually like if you guys could be friends-"

"Diego? NICE? Are you insane?"

"Do you want to freeze? You're welcome to stay out here, but I'm going with him," Joana hissed, teeth chattering and hands going numb from cold. 

Silver Bullet turned to guide them back to the borrowed cabin. Minutes later, Diego steered his trusty steed into a vacant storage shed behind the cabin, motioning for Gyro and Joana to do the same. After securing them inside the building, the three ran to the cabin, Gyro carrying Joana, Diego holding the door for them.

"Do you have any spare clothes? I only have boxers and one robe with me," he said after quickly shutting the door.

Joana shook her head as she was placed on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I don't have anything, it all got wet..."

"Do you want my robe then?"

"No, it's okay, I don't want you having to walk around without anything but underwear-"

"I'll be fine, you've seen it before, anyway," Diego teased, earning an annoyed grunt from Gyro. "I'd rather you be dry than me. Zeppeli, do you have extras?"

"I have sleep pants and extra boxers, I'm okay. I have a sleep shirt if you'd like it," Gyro paused, taking his soaked hat off. "It might be long though." 

Diego rolled his eyes. "That'd be great, I look good in dresses," he retorted. "You're missing out on a great view though~"

"Not in a million years," Gyro gagged, pulling the clothes out and hurdling the shirt at Diego. "We need to get out of these clothes before we get hypothermia."

"I need help," Joana muttered, a little embarrassed. "I can get my top off but not anything else..."

"Let's get a fire started real quick so when we help you, you can be warming up while we're changing," Diego suggested, weakly chucking wood into the fireplace, pulling two rocks out out of his pocket and using them to spark a flame.

The two boys came to Joana's aid, hanging up each article of clothing next to the fire. Pulled her unbuttoned shirt off her frozen shoulders, hung it up. Slid the soaked skirt off her mud-soiled, knee length shorts, hung it up. Peeled the formerly white shorts off her cold, pale legs, hung it up.

"Do you want to keep your-... you know," Diego looked away, face red, frantically searching for the robe. "Your- Your knickers on?"

Joana realized the position she was in, sitting nearly naked in front of two attractive men, unable to do anything but cover her bare chest and try to hide in her hair.

"I can't, they're wet too."

"Oh, right..." he walked over with the robe, handing it over to an extremely jealous Gyro, who lifted Joana, wrapped the robe around her shoulders, and slid it underneath her hips as Diego tugged the water-compromised boy shorts down her legs. Joana quickly covered the front of her body with the oversized garment, tying a neat bow with the securing ribbons.

"Thank you both," she said, looking up at the two men. They smiled back at her and began to undress themselves, hanging their clothes up just like they did with hers. Shirt off, hang it up. Pants off, hang them up. Boxers off, hang them up. Joana tried to keep her eyes glued to her hands as the undressed boys walked back and forth, grabbing the clothes they needed and pinning the wet ones up. Not long after, a shirtless Gyro sat down next to her, Diego and his oversized shirt drawing water from a basin to boil.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Tea, but try not to ruin it, will you?"

"It's no problem," Diego snarled through his teeth.

"Hey, that's enough you two!"

"Sorry," the two mumbled, throwing angry glances at one another.

"And If it's not too much trouble, coffee would be nice..."

He nodded, placing the kettle over the fire and sitting on the other side of her. She felt her face heat up as she flicked her eyes from one to the other. Gyro's muscular chest was one of her favorite things, but so were Diego's toned legs. She placed her face in her hands upon seeing small red dots speckling both boys. Those places were hot spots for mosquitos, and for good reason. 

"Joana? Are you okay? Your coffee's ready love."

She snapped her head back up when Diego accidentally placed a hand on her knee in an attempt to give her her coffee.

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't looking-"

"Yeah, you've been acting sketchy," Gyro observed, purposefully interrupting and taking his cup of tea from Diego with a sarcastic, but grateful nod.

"Well- I just- um..."

Gyro and Diego looked at one another in heated jealousy for a moment before realizing, their gazes softening. Diego looked at the floor as Gyro cleared his throat.

"It's okay, we- we know."

"Sorry, don't worry about me, I know this is weird enough as it is," Joana apologized, playing with her fingers. "Anyway um- It's still really cold in here..."

"Do you want to wrap up with me?"

She grinned, queueing Gyro to pull her toward him and wrap them both in a blanket he found lying around. Diego slid closer to the fire, Joana's heat now gone from his side.

"Dio?" He looked up. "Do you want to join us?"

His face flushed, burning hotter than the fire next to him. "If- um... If it's okay with Zep- Gyro," he answered, making eye contact with the other man, who nodded.

"Come here."

Diego wasted no time in making his way over there, sliding under Gyro's arm and wrapping his arm around the two. Joana pulled him closer, and Gyro pulled them both toward him.

They sat in silence for the longest time, until Joana pulled her head out of Gyro's neck.

"I'm still cold."

"We're as close as we can all get, Jojo."

"I know," she sighed. "My hands and feet are numb." She reached out to touch them so she could say she couldn't feel it. When her hand stopped moving, the two men had frozen. "Guys?"

Gyro looked at her, eyes wide. "You really c-can't feel them, huh."

"Did I hurt you? What about you, Dio?"

"I- ah, I'm great- I'm great!" He nodded furiously, ears and all becoming red again. "It's just that- well- your hands-"

She looked down, face mimicking Diego's. She lifted her hand. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to touch your thigh, Gyro, did I get your-? Shit! I'm so so sorry-"

"It's okay, it's not like you haven't touched us before."

"Yeah but- I just- And now- I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, love," Diego muttered. "We can fix it, you didn't break us or anything."

"Yeah, we'll be okay."

"I'll fix it, I feel bad!"

"Do you know what we're talking abo-?"

"Yes. I wanna help."

Diego shook his head. "You can help him and I'll just go to a different room, you're with him-"

"I wanna help you both."

"...W-Why?"

"Because I really like both of you... I never got you out of my head and Gyro wasn't just a rebound, I had fallen for him too..."

"Oh," they said in unison.

"It's okay if you're not okay with it, I just-"

"I'm fine with it," Gyro shyly interrupted. Diego's eyes widened. "I wouldn't mind having you both."

The British boy just nodded, mouth going dry at the Italian's comments.

"I thought-... I thought you were jealous of me?"

"I was," Gyro admitted. "Until Joana explained her feelings."

Joana's cheeks became a dusted pink shade as she fixed her robe. "Can I kiss you guys?" She leaned forward when the boys nodded, kissing them both lovingly. The three of them stared into each others' faces, their gaze becoming heated.

Gyro kissed Joana's cheek before going in for a full make out session, and Diego busied himself on her neck. She sighed in pleasure, skin chilled. Both hands, with fistfuls of hair pulled them closer, begging for more. The Italian slid her up into his lap, where she faced Diego and presented her back to him. The boys switched roles, Gyro now focused on Joana's neck and Diego fighting her tongue for dominance. She shivered when the Brit's hands slid from her waist to her hips, rubbing circles into her hips with his thumbs as the Italian's hands made their way to her small chest.

Joana whimpered into Diego's mouth, one hand trailing his body while the other pulls Gyro's hands closer to her, pushing one of his hands under the robe and onto her chest. Diego untied the ribbons so the other man could easily slip it off Joana's shoulders. She took a deep breath in as the cold air hit her pale torso. It was quickly blocked by Gyro's large hands, which massaged her breasts, and Diego's warm mouth, which covered her stomach in purple splotches. The British man looked up into the Italian's eyes for silent permission, and received it. One of Gyro's hands followed Diego's as they moved in between her legs, her stomach tying itself into knots. 

Gyro spread Joana's legs, massaging her thighs as Diego went to work with his tongue. Flattened, he drug his head from bottom to top, barely touching her and driving her wild. She may not be able to move, but she can still feel it. She doesn't know how long she'll last when he kicks it up and goes down on her the way he used to because she can't move her hips to postpone an orgasm. She whines, forcefully pulling on a fistful of Diego's yellow-blonde and Gyro's dirty blonde hair when Diego added pressure, making sure to lightly brush against her clit.

She whimpered softly, tossing her head back onto Gyro's shoulder as Diego's tongue stopped twirling around her, and he attached his mouth to her instead, sucking and kissing her clit gently as he slipped in one finger, then another almost instantly. 

"Ah, fuck," Joana took a deep breath in. "Please."

Gyro lifted an eyebrow. "Please what?"

She responded with a whine, leading Diego to slowly slide his fingers out, angling them upward as he slides back in.

"Ah- Ah," she breathed, and he curled his fingers to rub her G-spot as Gyro licked and sucked on her neck.

"Please- Please fuck m-me," she begs an hour later, after being edged over and over and teased into near madness. Diego lifted her up, holding her just long enough for Gyro to release his constrained cock. He guided himself into Joana as Diego placed her back on his lap. She was frantically cursing under her breath, head still slung over Gyro's shoulder. The Brit stood, beginning to back up.

"N-No... want you too," she gasped, sending chills down Diego's back.

"How?"

"In my mouth."

The boy's eyes darkened, and he glides over to her, shedding his boxers in the process.

When he stopped in front of her, she greedily took his cock in her mouth, moaning in surprise around him as Gyro lifted her hips and placed her back down. A hand in her hair, and hands on her hips, Joana's body tingled, sparking with excitement as they took her. She could hear Gyro's low grunts behind her and Diego's soft gasps and cursing above her, and it all went to her head.

The Italian sped up, and Joana choked on Diego, but it only turned her on even more. She swallowed around him before lifting to lick right underneath his head, making him groan and buck into her mouth.

"F-Fuck, Joana-"

She took the chance to tease him, knowing that was what gets him off. "Aww, did you miss that?"

Gyro picked his pace up once again, groaning and biting into Joana's neck and shoulder, trying to stay quiet.

Joana whined again, tangling a hand in Gyro's hair and squeezing Diego's thigh.

Diego sighed in frustration as she pulled off. "Jojo," he pouted.

"I know what I'm doing, Dio. I don't want to suck you o-off, I want you to- Ngh," she paused for a second after Gyro changed his angle. "I want you to f-fuck me too, please."

"Both of us?"

She nodded and Gyro slowed to a stop. He moaned quietly when Diego once again inserted a finger, pleasuring them both. He slipped in another two, Joana gasping his name and Gyro whispering, "God, Diego-"

Removing his fingers, he lined himself up with her hole, all three of them seeing stars as he pushed in.

"I like this position," he commented. "I get to watch both of your faces. Watch pretty little Joana get absolutely ruined, and cool Gyro lose his mind." With that, he began moving, stringing Gyro along with him. Joana cried out, them immediately hitting her g-spot.

"How do you want it?"

"F-Fast, please, Dio, Gyro, I'm begging!"

"If you say so," Gyro responded, snapping his hips up into her. Diego followed, timing in opposition with Gyro's, increasing the pleasure for all three of them.

"Ah, ah-ah, ah!" Joana clawed Diego's back, and Gyro dug his dull fingernails into her hips.

Each time either of the boys made a noise, it brought Joana closer to her climax.

"Ha-ah- 's so good, fuck, it feels s-so g- ah~!"

"Fuck," Diego leaned down, moving faster. Gyro pulled him into a kiss, throwing him off. Joana was too blissed out to do anything but moan loudly and claw at Diego's back.

"Damn," the Italian panted. "You're good at that."

"I try- Hah," Diego groaned, feeling Joana tighten around him.

"Don't stop! Please I- ah! I'm so- Ah, fuck, s-so close," Joana moaned weakly, eyes glazed over and nearly rolled all the way back, mouth stuck open.

The two sped up again, and clawing against them, Joana came around them, crying out their names.

It took all the boys had not to come then and there. They pulled out, shuddering. Overstimulated and begging for release, their bodies felt like they were going to fall apart. Diego began toward an empty room to finish himself off, but was stopped.

"Where're you going?"

"Oh," Diego turned to respond to the other man. "I was gonna go finish myself off, yeah?"

"Why don't we just finish each other?"

"Really?"

Gyro nodded, walking over and pressing their lips together, his hand finding its way to the other's dick. Diego's hips twitched when he touched him, and Gyro's did the same in response to Diego's fingers. They wrapped their hands around one another's cocks, not hesitating to rut up into the other's hand, moaning into the rare space between their lips.

"Mmm- Gyro, I-"

"Me too," Gyro said, quickly fucking into Diego's hand.

"Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah- ah- Fuck~~!" 

Gyro came a few seconds after, leaning against the wall to keep his balance. “Wow...”

”Yeah, wow,” Gyro sighed. “At least we’re not gonna get hypothermia.”

Diego laughed. “Damn right,” he snorted before picking his underwear up out of the floor. Joana was already asleep when the boys began putting their clothes back on, and when they wrapped their arms around her, snuggling under the blanket to keep warm, she sighed contentedly in her sleep, and received a soft, gentle kiss on each cheek.

[concretepie]

Hang in there Lucy, he’s going to be a minute.

Follow up from this

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

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

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

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

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

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

Word Count: ~2.3k

You can read on my AO3 here!

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

Diego Brando 

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

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

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

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

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountain Tim 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Sbr dick hc + how they fuck!

F! Reader implied!!

Johnny Joestar

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli

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

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

Diego Brando

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

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

Funny Valentine

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

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

[bloody-starr]

jojo sketch dump, mostly faces to help get the hang of the characters

[jojolymes]

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; thirty-seven

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THE SECOND the sugary, saccharine scent of half-ripened plums stopped hanging in the leaden air around you, you let out a burdened breath to let bitterness pool in your stomach. Your hips shifted with each step Thunderstruck made, her hooves leaving impressions in the malleable ground. With your hands clamped tight around the reins, you looked over your shoulder at the endless lines of white-painted trees, overlapping with layers of dusky violet. Somewhere in there, behind all the leaves, was that decrepit cabin, already collecting dust.

You turned back around to look ahead at the neverending miles and miles of lush grassland stark against the cerulean sky. There was hardly a cloud in sight, save perhaps for a few dusty sweeps of white far up in the air. A gentle breeze swept across the green, rustling the high pasture until it reached you, messing with the fabric you had across your nose and mouth. You tugged at it, pulling it down and pressing it against the plush of your lips, ignoring the words of the two men before you.

"Shit, how far along do ya think Diego got along?" grumbled Johnny, running a veined hand across the width of his forehead, resting his tense fingers along his hairline. His hat resisted futilely, slowly revealing more of his blond hair until he tugged the blue knit forward. In his other hand sat the worn map all three of you had been using since you joined them back in the second stage— the markings from the previous owner had long been written over by three different forms of penmanship.

"There's no point thinking about that, Johnny," Gyro huffed, raising his hands out in front of him, stacking his fingers atop each other, "only two hours of daylight left. We should get moving." Your wristwatch sat heavy with obsolescence. Gyro's brows furrowed tight before he slumped back into his saddle, crestfallen. You were mere seconds from looking away, wholly uninterested in any more of their chatter, when his green eyes shot up to meet yours.

Your heart gave a hollow thump, so you gave Gyro a tight-lipped smile— you could barely call it a smile, though. He looked away immediately, settling into his saddle properly, hands clutched around Valkyrie's reins. You could almost laugh. Almost. Johnny groaned suddenly, dropping his hands to his lap with a deep frown that accentuated his typically non-existent smile lines. His baby blue bottom lip puckered out the tiniest bit.

"But he has a hundred-ninety points! I only got a hundred-thirty, and you- you only got seventy-one!" Johnny protested, his brows furrowed tight until the skin between formed ridges of ivory. And I have 115 points, you thought, letting your eyes travel back to the beautiful green grasses and clear blue skies. If you were ever to settle down, maybe you'd do so over here— far, far away from Johnny, Gyro, and that creepy cabin. 

Maybe with...

Your stomach flopped weakly as a scaly smile appeared in the forefront of your mind before quickly being replaced by steely maroon eyes framed by hot pink hair. You brushed the thoughts off just as fast as they had come, distracting yourself with Thunderstruck's impatient huffs. She pawed at the dirt with her hooves, her horseshoes dull and dirtied. You'd have to take the time to polish them once you had the chance. Perhaps there was a town nearby. You weren't sure you wanted to camp out for the umpteenth time in a row.

"Look, there's nothing more we can do. All we can do right now is move forward," Gyro sighed, rubbing the patches of beard on his chin with the back of his hand, "if we head East from here, we should be able to reach the next Corpse Part before he gets to it or gets first in the race." You felt Iron Maiden break away from you to look East, her shining silver armor glinting in Johnny and Gyro's peripheral. 

"Since Iron Maiden is back, we're less likely to stray off route," Gyro added, ignoring the stray glance you threw his way, "now, seriously, Johnny, let's get moving. I can't afford to get anything but first place!" Gyro squeezed his legs around Valkyrie, just enough to get her flying forward. Johnny did the same with a soft tug at the reins instead. You followed suit, letting yourself fall to the back of formation with Iron Maiden hovering close beside you. 

Just like that, you and your two companions were off, thundering down the Great Plains, held back only by brief gusts of wild wind. The following two hours were devoid of much talking, save for Iron Maiden's occasional interruptions of "East, East" that kept you all on track. You were grateful for that much. It seemed Johnny and Gyro had at least taken the hint that you wanted anything but to talk to them. It made the prospect of leaving them in ten days much easier on your conscience. 

You all eventually stopped a good 30 or so miles from the outskirts of Dodge City which had Gyro ranting and raving about all the pretty women they would see. You had tucked in early before he could see the disgust on the visible part of your face. Sleep came begrudgingly slow despite all that had happened two hours earlier. Your mind was littered with hot pink until you had managed to steady your pounding heart— you didn't want to think too much about how you assumed Hot Pants would just let you tag along with him during the fifth stage.

Before you knew it, the early morning came, emphasized by the frigid chill of the wind. From behind the flaps of your tent, you could hear Johnny and Gyro's gravelly voices, roughened by that same cold. You forced yourself to ignore the heat that crawled up the back of your neck, emphasized by the pins and needles that made your head go numb. You adjusted the fabric on your face and shuffled out of your tent, rubbing at your eyes as you did so. 

"G'morning," you mumbled, slowly getting to your feet and blinking hard until your eyes adjusted to the change in light. Once your vision normalized, you found yourself staring at Gyro and Johnny who had gone rigid when you appeared before them. Silence sat heavy in the morning air as two pairs of eyes stared you down.

"... What? Is there something wrong?" you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. You knew things were awkward with them  Before you could scoff and brush it off, Gyro pointed up at his head where his hat sat. You mirrored him slowly, reaching up where your hat was— only it wasn't there. Your heart stopped. You scrambled backward, nearly falling on your ass, and practically threw yourself into your tent.

There, sitting unceremoniously next to your pillow, was your beloved hat, the embroidered name under the rim like always. 

"Huh..." You picked it up, gave it a brief once over, and plopped it back onto your head, tucking any excess hair into it. You sat there a moment and then crawled back out to where Johnny and Gyro still stood, seemingly still affected by whatever it was that had made them stare so blankly at you. Then it hit you.

"Do I look that weird to you guys without my hat?"

Johnny winced.

 "...No?"

"Oh my... you guys do think I look weird."

Gyro gave a pathetic laugh. 

"It-It's not that, Speedwagon, it's just-"

"I... don't want to hear it." And with that, you spent the rest of the day in complete silence, relying on Iron Maiden's directions as you all made your way to Dodge City. For the most part, you had managed to ignore the thought that Gyro and Johnny were most likely ignoring the fact that you were actually a girl, but when you did, the sensitive skin under your eye twitched like no tomorrow. 

Did you really look weird without your hat? Or maybe... had you managed to pass as a man so well that you had lost that little touch of femininity you had held on to as the sole daughter of a man with almost too many sons? No... surely you hadn't. Diego had immediately asked for your hand in marriage after meeting you. But was that because he thought you were pretty, or was he just trying to get into your head? Your mind, swirling with doubts, kept you busy until you arrived at Dodge City under the light of the moon and the stars.   

"Congratulations on your arrival, sirs—" Walter and Wallace Scott, the two identical men who had managed to hop from checkpoint to checkpoint since the first stage, greeted you with clipboards in hand—"The citizens of this fair city have graciously offered their services for use in the race! As usual, we must check your race numbers and your horses' prints." The words managed to break you out of your stupor, and you gave a blank nod before getting off your saddle.

"Could you tell us who's in the lead?" Gyro asked as he jumped off his saddle, patting Valkyrie on the neck. She replied with a soft snort, and Slow Dancer did the same while Johnny unbuckled himself from his saddle. You watched from your peripheral while Thunderstruck leaned down to press her nose against the ink pad Wallace held up. You brushed a hand through Thunder's white mane, watched Johnny spin his way off of Slow Dancer, and muttered "good girl" under your breath.

"I'm afraid not, Mister Gyro," Walter replied, handing his clipboard over to Gyro, who read it over with a scrutinizing eye, "we lost sight of some of the racers in the front lines, you see. We presume that Mister Diego Brando is in the lead, but our people haven't seen him or any other high-placing riders on the suggested course." Gyro hummed as he returned the clipboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Great," Gyro grumbled, sighing as he turned to Johnny, who heaved himself onto his wheelchair, "well, we can't do much at this time of night. We'll leave at first light tomorrow." You watched Johnny's bottom lip pucker out once more— did he know he did that? To be fair to him, it wasn't that noticeable, just something you noticed. But someone really had to tell him. It was just laughable. Not in that it looked bad, but-

"My sincerest apologies, Mister Speedwagon! I must have been distracted," Wallace fretted, his hands and red vest coated in black ink. You raised a brow and looked down at the darkening black stain on your shirt and jeans. You froze, scrunching up your features in mild defeat. You then looked down at Wallace, who looked guiltier than you had expected. You let out a soft breath— nothing a good wash couldn't fix.

"Hey, hey, no worries, man," you chuckled, patting Wallace on the shoulder with a smile he couldn't see, "I can just buy something temporary 'till I get these washed up!" You ignored the little voice in the back of your head reminding you of your horridly low funds and the unused clothes in the bottom of your saddle bag that you still hadn't gotten rid of. 

"Say, if you're finished with the prints, I'll just take Thunderstruck here to the stables if you could point me in their direction," you prompted with a pat on Thunder's neck. You could already feel the ink seep onto your skin, which meant you'd have to take a shower later, which normally wasn't an issue. But you barely had any money left, which meant you would have to share a room with Johnny and Gyro, if they even would allow you to, and the last thing you wanted was to shower in the bathroom of an inn chamber that you had to share with either of them.

Curse your innate talent to think of every possible horrible situation you could find yourself in.

"Yes, of course! Just take this road and make a left at the end. The stables should be right there!" 

"Thanks," you beamed, trying desperately not to show how anxious you already were from just the mere thought of being anywhere near those two when you went to sleep later that night. What if there was only one room left? What if that one room only had one bed? You shuddered and hurried away toward the stables, missing the shared looks from Johnny and Gyro. 

The second you stepped foot into the stables, you let out a heavy breath, slinking against your beloved Palomino. Thunder huffed and made her way to an empty block in the corner as she always did, her ears flicking every which way, every time she saw a horse she didn't like. You still don't know how she managed to get along with Valkyrie and Slow Dancer. You opened the block door, allowing her to walk in and for you to follow once she turned around. 

"Hope you don't mind me, Thunder," you mumbled, taking off all her heavy equipment and reaching out past the door to hang it on the hooks. All your personal belongings would be coming with you to the inn, but until you could increase your pitiful funds, then... You looked at your saddle bag and almost cried. With a groan, you pulled off the fabric around your mouth and the hat off your head so you could change into the clothes you hadn't worn in months.

It took a good five minutes for you to change, save for the few moments you took to wipe at your ink-stained torso with your dirtied clothes. You had wet your shirt with some water from the trough inside Thunder's particularly roomy block, making taking off the ink easier than you had expected. Still, there was a faint gray spot on your body that you made a note to scrub off later.

But then you were back, dressed in that long brown skirt and a well-worn beige blouse. At least back at the beginning of the race, you had a looser-fitting shirt. Your collarbone felt far too bare, too exposed to the brisk air outside. Not to mention that the blouse was tighter than you had grown accustomed to from your time in the race. You sighed for the millionth time— at least the sleeves stopped at your elbow. 

"Speedwagon? You in here?" You froze at the sound of Johnny's signature Kentucky drawl. The last thing you had expected was for him to come after you. He continued calling for you with, of course, your last name. You looked down at your attire and nearly screamed. What if someone overheard or saw you reply to Johnny calling you by your race name? How were you supposed to explain that to a stranger?!

"Speedwagon? Look, I know- mmph-" Johnny had no chance to say another word as you dragged him into the block, clamping a hand over his blue-lipstick-covered lips. God, maybe it was the blue lipstick that made you distracted whenever he pouted. You met his gaze with a finger on your lips, eyes narrowing until he nodded. When you finally took your hand off his lips, you wiped away the blue stain on your palm on your skirt.

"Johnny, you can't call me Speedwagon right now, okay?" you whispered, leaning down towards Johnny, face scrunched as he stared at you absently, "under absolutely no circumstances can you call me that. Not until I can get my other clothes clean. Until then, it's (y/n), and only (y/n)." Johnny kept staring, a small crick in his brow forming while you stepped back and ran your hands down your face with a groan.

"Can you at least respond?!"

"You're that girl Gyro saved after the first stage."

"...Johnny, you are beyond insufferable right now." 

Johnny's face scrunched up, lip puckered out again. You wanted to punch him in the mouth.

"The hell?! Why?!"

"It really took you almost a whole stage to realize that?!"

"Yeah?! What's wrong with that?!"

"Seriously?!" You turned and put your face against Thunder's shoulder and screamed into the joint, to which she gave a mere flick of her ear in response. When you turned back around, Johnny gave you that same mindless stare that he had been giving you the entire day. Nine more days, you thought to yourself, nine more days and change until you could get away from these assholes.

"You know what, doesn't matter, let's go get Gyro," you grumbled, ignoring Johnny's protests as you grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and pushed him out of the block. You turned back around to put your clothes into your saddle bag, as well as your hat, which you then hung from a hook in the corner of the large block. With a soft pat to Thunder's flank, you were back beside a very irritated Johnny Joestar.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but Gyro's at the tavern across from the inn," Johnny stated, his brow furrowed as he rolled after you, who walked out the doors of the stables with a huff, "he was talking about gettin' with some woman he saw." You were hardly surprised at what Johnny had told you, but what really shocked you was just how talkative Johnny had become. What? Did he suddenly tolerate you again? 

You could feel yourself bristle with every step you made in the direction of the tavern, ignoring the occasional whistle that you got from the men around you. They didn't seem to notice Johnny rolling behind you— it was pitiful, really, but you had lost all ability to feel pity for him or Gyro since the beginning of this stage. You and Johnny maneuvered your way to the tavern with you rejecting the advances of every man who called for you and Johnny grumbling all the way. 

When you slammed open the swinging tavern doors, it didn't take long for you to set your sights on Gyro, twirling a strand of some brunette's hair around his finger. Johnny came to a stop beside you, holding up a hand to keep the door from hitting his face had you decided to let go. You watched Gyro give the girl a sleazy, golden-grilled smile, behind his green-painted lips. He hadn't noticed you or Johnny just yet, which was more of a blessing than anything else. You were a moment away from screaming at him when you really took in your surroundings.

The tavern was filled with drunken, disheveled men and a few women who giggled at all of their slurred words. It reeked of alcohol, of course, as well as vomit and another lingering smell you weren't quite sure you wanted to think too hard about. But in the heavy haze of musk, you watched as men slid small pouches across tables, their telltale jingling giving away just what was inside: Money. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the nearly empty pouch in your saddle bag back at the stables— as well as a man sitting at an empty table nearby.

"Great. Y'know, I told him he had to get his own room if he..." Johnny trailed off as you sauntered away from him, heading toward an almost empty table. He watched with narrowed eyes as you pulled out a seat across from a man who had laid cards out across his side of the table. He could feel his heart hammer in his chest as you smiled at the man, tucking stray locks behind your ear. And your lips, you were... biting them. Since when had you gotten so bold? The man mirrored your smile and in an instant, Johnny was headed for Gyro.

"Shit- Gyro!" Johnny blustered, rolling up to the counter, catching the eye of his blond friend and the brunette who scoffed at Johnny at first sight. She was irrelevant anyway, at least to Johnny.

"Woah there, Johnny," Gyro laughed, gritting his teeth into a smile that spoke for itself: Not now. Johnny ignored the silent message and pressed on. The brunette glared and scoffed a little louder, swirling around the drink Johnny assumed Gyro had bought her. 

"Dammit, Gyro! Speed- (y/n) is uh- Look, he's- she's- I mean- fuck-" Johnny dug his hands into his hat and then pointed behind him where you sat, swinging your feet in your chair, "Just look!" Gyro flicked his hat up and leaned to the side where you sat, laughing with the man who sat in front of you. He had nearly toppled over at the sight of you, no hat to be seen again, dressed in clothes he had never seen you wear before. He could actually see that you had... well... a chest.

"What the hell is she doing?" Gyro growled, now ignoring the brunette beside him. She made a noise of offense and stormed off, unbeknownst to Gyro or Johnny. They kept their eyes on you and that man who was now gathering up his cards from the table. You put your chin in your hands as you watched him make cards dance across his fingertips, shuffling the cards in flamboyant ways that made Gyro and Johnny scowl. You gave the man a cute round of applause, giggling in a way they had rarely, if not ever, heard. 

Little did they know, as you feigned a giggle, you kept a close eye on the cards, the man smiling a little too wide for your tastes. His dark hair cast a shadow over his eyes, nearly distracting you. He distributed ten cards to each of you, far quicker than you could ever manage to do so. You had only ever played this game in passing when Scott or Seth had roped you into playing a quick round with them. While you had gotten a good grasp of it over the years, you could feel your mind shout in protest. The man finally met your eyes again, and for a moment, you swore you saw a flash of flowers appear on the wall behind him.

"READY TO PLAY NOW, SWEETHEART?"

3600ish words, oh my god... guys... it's been too long. I AM SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! i have had the worst case of writer's block that I have been trying desperately to work through. the fact that I even managed to write this chapter felt crazy to me. here's to hoping I can get my writing back for good because I want to update ALL my fics crazy bad. ESPECIALLY my one piece and jjk one ( I swear I will update it yall)... but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH ME AND SUPPORTING ME THOUGH I LOVE YOU ALLLLL SOOOOO MUCH <33333

anyways, semi-unrelated but I have a tiktok where I draw and shit (and post my art for the fics I write) so if u wanna follow me on there my @ is quad.balls !!!

some semi-important notes for this chapter:

walter and wallace scott are references to the scott twins from the band the whispers!! they canonically do not have a name in steel ball run as far as I could find but if they do have names please let me know so I can change that!!

thank you all again for reading this fic and I swear I will try to update more <3333

[atanasml-edits]

Johnny and Gyro vs Diego

[yellowtribalwolf]

My silly little Dinopants comic !

I didn't have anything else that was finished properly and I was really on the fence about posting this but I like posting for Valentine's Day and this is one of my favorite ships! I've seen other fan art of Diego and Hot pants being parents to little Giorno AU and I though it was so cute so I had this idea and just drew it out, its messy but I had fun with it! Thanks for taking the time to look and read it!! Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day however you celebrate! (take a close look a Diego's mug on the first panel hehehe!)

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Please could I request headcanons for Johnny Joestar, Gyro, Diego, Mountain Tim and Josuke (part 8) where their usually shy crush goes up to them and kisses them on the cheek and becomes instantly flustered 💙💙

Shy Kisses ♡

Cut for length

Johnny

• Johnny gets caught off guard at the press of your lips

• He would stay silent for a long while, staring into your eyes while he processes what just happened. But don't run away! You'll miss the best part!

• If you're lucky, you'll get to see him blush. It looks so pretty on him. He'll try to hide it and keep his cool while he talks to you.

• He likes you too... Johnny just isn't too good with his words when it comes to romantic stuff. He's had flings before, but nothing ever made his chest squeeze the way you did. But Johnny would much rather show you his feelings than tell you about them

• He'll hold you gently. If you don't pull away, Johnny would like to kiss you back, just a sweet peck on your cheek just like you gave him

Gyro

• Would instantly fall in love all over again

• "Il mio cuore, you know just how to make a man swoon."

• Another man of few words. Gyro would scoop you into his arms before you can even think about running away. He suffocates you in more kisses

• He adores the blush on your face and loves to see how flustered he can get you

• A date later that night is sure to follow

Diego

• Ngl he'd probably freak out at first

• If that doesn't scare you away, he doesn't apologize, but he isn't upset at you. He talks with a wild red blush creeping up his neck

• "Tck! Didn't your parents ever teach you it's rude to kiss someone so suddenly?"

• But he'll hold you close, finally able to confess he feels the same way

• "...It wasn't unpleasant. But it's unexpected. Honestly dear, you can be so full of surprises. Look at you! Just one kiss and you're already redder than a tomato! It's quite cute..."

Mountain Tim

• Shocked silent, but quickly melts into boisterous laughter

• Brings you into a tight hug, kissing you back immediately, cooing at the cute look on your face

• "You look cute, all red in the face, Darlin'. That must've took guts."

• Doesn't matter what he was doing when you kissed him, Tim quickly finds a place to hide away to smother you in more love.

• "You're sweeter than pie, Sugar. Why don't we stay inside, and catch up on all the lovin' we coulda been doing a long time ago?"

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[kitchenscissorbangs]

kittens who would be interested in a sbr modern high school au/time shenanigans fic with snarky british looser reader and lady gaga stand. also mentions of csm and genshin because i need to project 😋😋😋😋

[ace-witcher-power]

I've recently started reading STEEL BALL RUN and here are some panels that caught my attention for it's lack of straight explanation

Anyway, i love them so fucking much and if any of them die i die too xoxoxo

[retlasute]

✦ In The Rich Man's World | Table of contents

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✦ You are the best archeologist the Speedwagon Foundation has ever hired. But you know that your intelligence and capacity are not the attributes that keep you in this very important position in the company. And your salary? It's not enough to pay to fix your Cadillac.

The last few months have been summed up in tracking eccentric phenomena of nature; as well as weekly receiving a batch of corpses hundreds of years old to analyze and deliver them to other departments of the Speedwagon Foundation. But the reasons for such an arduous and unique investment in research of Incorruptibility are still a mystery to you.

☆ Chapter 1 - Knowing Me, Knowing You

☆ Chapter 2 - Mamma Mia

☆ Chapter 3 - The Way Old Friends Do

☆ Chapter 4 - Hasta Mañana

☆ Chapter 5 - One Man, One Woman

☆ Chapter 6 - The Best Is Yet To Come

☆ Chapter 7 - Luck Be A Lady

☆ Chapter 8 - Fools Rush In

☆ Chapter 9 - Somethin' Stupid

☆ Chapter 10 - A Friend Of Yours

☆ Chapter 11 - Here In The Real World

☆ Chapter 12 - You're Young And You'll Forget

☆ Chapter 13 - Funny How Time Slips Away

☆ Chapter 14 - Can You Fool

☆ Chapter 15 - Southern Nights

☆ Chapter 16 - Right Back Where We Started From

☆ Chapter 17 - One Last Ride

☆ Chapter 18 - Life Has Just Begun

☆ Chapter 19 - Lead Me On

☆ Chapter 20 - You've Got A Friend

☆ Chapter 21 - What'll I Do

[pillow-anime-infos]

jojo masterlist {part 7 ver.}

JOHNNY JOESTAR

soon

GYRO ZEPPELI

soon

LUCY STEEL

soon

DIEGO BRANDO

soon

HOT PANTS

soon

FUNNY VALENTINE

fight for the presidency {jjba month + scenario | 375 words ; nsfw}

[tanyadreww]

I'm sorry for being quirky but im queer so that's ok

[jojolymes]

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; thirty-six

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YOU'RE STARING dead ahead at the tree line, making shapes out of nothing, so you remind yourself that Johnny is still alive. He's still alive— you know this because half your face is still lukewarm, the half that had rested on his chest when you tried to get yourself back to the present. Johnny's shallow breaths were still ringing in your ear, and it only elicited a bitter writhing in your stomach. It reminded you that you werestill alive, even with the blood seeping from your wounds. With your back to the outer face of the crumbling cabin, you allowed Gyro's sigh to drown the whole world out for a moment.

When Gyro walked out of the entrance, you ripped your gaze away from the trees, although hesitantly, and looked at Johnny's limp body resting against Gyro's. His arm was sitting loose around Gyro's shoulders with his head hung low, drops of blood hitting the wood of the deck with a low pitter-patter. There was more blood spattered on his clothes; you wanted to look away, but you wouldn't let yourself. He looked too lifeless for you to look away or for you to earn any reprieve. You bit your tongue, savored your disgust about yourself, then relented.

"How is he?" you muttered, drawing your legs closer to yourself. You wrapped your arms tight around them and wouldn't let yourself let go. The pressure of your thighs against your chest was welcomed, even if your jeans strained against you for doing so. Your shoulder screamed for respite but you weren't going to listen when Gyro's eyes were busy swirling with... You weren't sure what exactly but you didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to remind yourself of how he and Johnny had been feeling about you.

"Can you use your stand?" Gyro asked, evidently avoiding your question as he crouched down and laid Johnny at your feet. You stared past the valley of your knees— Johnny was looking out at the trees too, behind his eyelids, not wanting to look at you. You tore your eyes away from him and called for Iron Maiden under your breath, watching her silvery arm appear beside yours. If she couldn't even heal you, you doubted you would be of much help. Her phantom touch ran up the back of your forearm, a soft, whispery breeze of comfort.

Gyro turned Johnny to face you, eyes still closed, the wound still fresh. You shifted your legs to the side, then under you, so that you were leaning over him. You swallowed hard, a poignant itch in the back of your throat. There was this sudden urge to look at Gyro, to make sure that you would be doing right by him. But you wouldn't allow yourself that either and hovered your dampened palm over Johnny's forehead instead. Shame was your shadow as you willed the bullet to dislodge itself from its makeshift home. You swallowed back tears as blood bubbled from his wound and as much as you tried to steel yourself, Iron Maiden faded away.

"I-I'm sorry, Gyro, I can't- "

"Don't worry about it."

You bit your tongue again, harder, abashed— you should be better than this, have more control over the stand you've been gifted. It's been months and yet, it seems like any progress you make is never permanent. You couldn't even heal yourself. Your vision blurred with frustration and you pulled your knees up close to yourself once more, so close that you could barely breathe. The ache in your chest was a discernable way to remind yourself that you too were still injured and a cheap way to lament your weakness. Gyro got up from where he was crouched without so much as looking at you, so you took it as a sign to duck your head into your arms and let your tears fall.

What the hell is wrong with me? You dug your nails into your arms as sparks of light bloomed behind your eyelids from the mounting pressure you had placed against them. How much longer were you going to have to stay weak? At this rate, you wouldn't ever be able to leave Johnny and Gyro behind. Your chest grew tight as you held back any noise you could make. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying— you repeated the thought in your head over and over, around and around your brain. But no matter how much you told yourself that, the tears wouldn't stop falling.

It seemed you had it out for yourself, reminding yourself of all the times you had failed throughout the race. You went back to the first stage, bawling like a baby on Thunderstruck because you barely knew how to ride a horse. The second stage was even worse: nearly dying in the middle of a desert because you were too busy wallowing in your own familial sob-story bullshit, nearly dying because you had let your guard down at an inn, nearly dying over and over and over again until it became almost commonplace. And every single time, you'd cry and cry. You, just a grown child.

The third stage was just pathetic. Had you not been so sick, so weak, Gyro and Johnny wouldn't have figured out that you were a woman. They wouldn't have changed so drastically around you. Gyro and Johnny wouldn't have hated you. You wouldn't have gone and gotten shot and gotten this horrid wound in your side. You would be able to heal it like all the other times you've gotten hurt. Instead, here you are with two more bullets in your body, with Iron Maiden nowhere in sight. You wouldn't be sitting in front of Johnny who had wrapped his hand around your shin and was staring at you with half-opened blue eyes.

"Jo-Johnny!" you spluttered, realizing that Johnny was, in fact, awake. You scrambled out of the position you'd been sitting in, hitting your knees against the dilapidated wood as you leaned over him, unsure of what to do next. He needs to sit up more, you thought to yourself, looking for something to put under his head. You scanned the immediate area and caught sight of Gyro, hoisting up Hot Pants a ways away. With some reluctance, you maneuvered your thighs under Johnny's head, putting most of your weight on your feet. It hurt to sit like that but at the end of the day, there was a bullet in his head and not in yours.

"(y/n)..." Johnny breathed, trancelike— you ignored the way your heart thumped a little louder, your chest ached a little more. Had he ever called you by your first name before? Your brain struggled to remember and found it hopeless when Gyro headed over, Hot Pants' limp body in tow. Gyro's eyes widened but if he felt any which way about Johnny laying in your lap, you couldn't particularly tell. Johnny's eyes had closed again by the time Gyro put Hot Pants' onto the deck, roughly, letting him slump over with Cream Starter still hanging from his hand.

Oh.

"Make him sit up," Gyro grumbled as he grabbed Hot Pants' hands, cursing under his breath as he fiddled with Cream Starter. After everything, the last thing you wanted was to start up another argument— your mind was too riddled with "what-ifs" and "maybes"— so you wriggled your arms under Johnny's armpits and hoisted him up, letting him lean against your injured shoulder and chest with a bated breath. Johnny hummed, unaware of your discomfort, and let himself sink against you while you adjusted your arms to awkwardly wrap around his chest.

It took Gyro a moment to get Cream Starter to work, a slow dribble of flesh dripping down the side of the lighter-like stand. It was surprising that it even worked considering Hot Pants had been out cold, but in the end, you found yourself fighting back a smile knowing he was still alive. Johnny shifted then, and you winced, his weight pressing harder against your wounds. It didn't help that there was still a dull ache from Texas Red's stand in your side. Even with the bullet gone and with Iron Maiden's healing, you wondered if you would ever be able to get past that ache. It had been there for so long, that you'd almost feel a bit sad once it was gone.

"All right—" a steady stream finally shot out from Cream Starter and Gyro leaned close, narrowed eyes trained on the wound dead-set in the middle of Johnny's forehead— "Let's see if this works." You nudged your head over near the crook of Johnny's neck to watch the stream nestle itself into the hole, slowly but surely pushing up the bullet. Johnny stirred again, slinking against your wavering body while you tried not to let your pain show. Gyro met your eyes, raising a brow at your gradually scrunching features. Johnny's eyes opened slowly and his hand came up to rub at his forehead, not noticing your arms around him.

"Hey! Is your head feeling alright? Listen! I think I just came up with something," Gyro began, focused on Johnny now instead of you, "an original gag. But listen up, I'm only going to do it once, so pay attention. Only once alright...?" You raised a brow, too busy trying to understand what the hell Gyro was trying to do while your arms were still holding Johnny up. You probably should let go of him. Gyro scooted off the deck, taking a couple of steps back from the deck with a grin before holding up four fingers.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"...Four."

"Excuse me... let me pass," Gyro swept his hand through the air, going from holding up four fingers to two to a "zero" made out of his two fingers. Your brow furrowed— what the hell did that mean? Four, two, zero? It made no sense. You racked your mind for some hidden funny meaning that you just couldn't understand but the more you thought about it, the less it made sense. How was it supposed to be funny? Could it even be considered a gag? You almost wanted to ask him to do it again.

"And that was the gag! What do you think?" Gyro added, crossing his arms over his chest with a wider smile. Johnny tilted his head and you expected him to question Gyro's gag. Instead, he put his fist to his chin and nodded fervently, as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. You deadpanned until you realized that Johnny must have been faking it. There was no possible way Johnny had found it funny. Had he? There was no way.

"Hmm, it was pretty good. It's pretty hilarious actually."

What?!

"Right? It gets funnier with time. But don't take my idea just because you like it."

"What the hell did that even mean?" You didn't get an answer to your question when Johnny, instinctively it seemed, recoiled suddenly, hitting your nose with the back of his thick ass skull. The sting was brutal, sending a wretched mix of pins and needles, or some other painful combination, all through your face. It traveled down to your shoulders which had risen, flush to your jaw as your body started curling in on itself.

"Fuck!" you cursed, yanking your arms away from Johnny to cradle your stinging nose. Johnny fell back, body unsupported, and again his skull dealt some damage, this time against your stomach. It took your breath away and not in a romantic sense whatsoever. Maybe this was your punishment for not finding Gyro's gag funny. But right now wasn't the time to think about that. Your whole body was aching now, old and new injuries alike.

"What was that for?" You slapped one hand down to push Johnny off you, then wrapped your arm around your stomach, tears already streaming down your face. You choked on groans and sobs as Gyro and Johnny looked on in, what was probably, horrid amusement. Your eyes scrunched up tight so you couldn't, and didn't want to be able, to tell. Ugh, all this because of a stupid joke that wasn't even funny. Seriously, had Johnny not realized that you had been holding him up?

"Shit- Uh- I- Speedwagon- I," Johnny stumbled over his words, holding himself up with wavering arms as he shot glances at Gyro. He didn't meet Johnny's eyes and instead watched you curl in on yourself, watched as your hands subconsciously grabbed at your wounds. Gyro's eyes widened then hopped onto the deck, shuffling toward you. Your eyes were still shut and you were a blubbering mess and Gyro really didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he hadn't noticed earlier. He couldn't even fathom how you had held back your cries— your wounds were severe, and he knew that without even seeing them.

"Speedwagon..." you didn't respond and continued to curl in on yourself, breathing hard, "(y/n). Let me... Let me help you." You shook your head with a whimper— Gyro calling you by your real name made your head spin with more discomfort than you were already in. He sighed, shuffled closer, then placed a hand on your shoulder; thankfully, it was the uninjured one. You reached a shaky hand up to slap his off but it was too weak and barely registered as a slap in the first place. He sighed again and tugged at you, gently, but it was enough to make you turn over. You kept your gaze back on the horizon again.

"I'm fine, I... don't need your help," you mustered as you dug your nails into your injured shoulder subconsciously, "I'm fine. I just didn't expect Johnny to... do that." You hoped they hadn't noticed. That was the last thing you needed. Gyro gritted his teeth, let the words sink in, then clicked his tongue. You expected him to just back off and believe your white lies so that you could go take care of it yourself later. He instead pulled your shirt up just enough to reveal your abdomen and the slipshod way the bandages were wound over your side.

"What the hell are you..." Your stomach twisted into inextricable knots when you saw Gyro's eyes narrow; your breath stilled. What was he doing? Why was he looking at your wounds like that? He wasn't supposed to notice. You choked on excuses and questions and curses and lies as Gyro kept your shirt up, his fingers trembling. You hadn't meant for him to see your wounds— you just wanted to heal in peace without him or Johnny anywhere near you. Now, here you were, being judged again. Your eyes shot to Johnny's but he was staring too, his blue eyes filled with storming fury.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Johnny hissed, his eyes trained on your battered body. You swallowed hard and you found your nails digging into the soggy wooden deck when Gyro's hand tightened around your shoulder.  When you turned to face him, you found him nodding at Johnny. Your mouth opened to protest as you watched Johnny reach over and grab Hot Pants' Cream Starter, his pale hand wrapped around Hot Pants' olive-skinned one. The skin was dribbling down the edge of the lighter-stand again.

"I- No- I'm fine- Just leave it alone," you stammered as Gyro pulled you against his chest, one arm around your chest to prevent your arms from reaching down and blocking your injuries. You gritted your teeth as you wriggled in his grasp, ignoring how much your body protested against your attempt to fight back. Still, you could do nothing as Gyro peeled off your sagging bandages, revealing an awful-looking wound that even you had tried not to look at over the past few days. You didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that it was starting to smell off.

"Stay still," Gyro chastised before whistling Valkyrie over and reaching for something in her saddle bag. He pulled out a small flask, spun it open with his thumb, and flicked it open with his nail. You could only watch as he drew it closer to your side and notice just how warm his breath was against your cheek when he said 'sorry' and poured the alcohol onto your wound. The second the cool liquid hit your wound, you bucked back, hitting your head against the thick of his neck with heavy breaths and teary eyes.

"Johnny, go," Gyro said before you could regain your senses. You watched through tears as Johnny shot Cream Starter into your wound, the liquid wriggling into your wound and fixing what Iron Maiden could not. You held back screams and thrashed in Gyro's grasp, breathing hard as you tried not to show just how horrible it hurt. How had Johnny not thrashed when you had been holding him up? Your shoulder was killing you from the placement of Gyro's arm under yours as you tried not to dwell too long on your current reaction to the treatment of your wound.

"Your wound was infected," Gyro whispered against your cheek, his muscular arm wrapping tighter against your chest, "you're lucky we caught it now. It was bound to get infected in the next couple of days." You whimpered, tears starting to well in your eyes— embarrassment was an emotion you were getting to know a little too well. You kept your eyes down low as Johnny shot Cream Starter into the other wound on your side, the one you had gotten earlier that day. You winced again but the wound didn't hurt as much so you let yourself watch a crushed bullet pop out of it and fall onto the deck.

"I... Th- I- Thank you," you mustered out as Gyro let you go, allowing your shirt to finally fall back into place, "I can do the last one myself." You shuffled away from him, face unnecessarily hot as you felt his and Johnny's eyes still on you. When you met Gyro's eyes after a few moments, you found they softened, just slightly before he nodded to Johnny. You turned over your shoulder and saw Johnny shuffle back, holding Hot Pants' hand out to you with Cream Starter still in it. Gyro sighed and got to his feet, hopping off the deck to go bother Valkyrie with his gag.

"Ms. Horsie, let me pass."

"Why didn't you tell us about..." Johnny trailed off as you took Hot Pants' hand and turned away from him, unbuttoning the collar of your shirt to shrug it down your shoulder. It was hard to see but you would be able to manage, surely. You peeked over at Johnny who watched you expectantly, looking almost desperate for an answer. How interesting that he wanted to know now. How interesting that he wanted to be nice now. You held back a roll of your eyes and instead shot Cream Starter at your wound until the second bullet popped out.

"Was I supposed to?" you asked exasperatedly, dropping Hot Pants' hand onto your lap as you buttoned your collar back up, leaving the last one undone as you always had. It was then that you noticed the absence of your bandana— you sighed, it was probably inside the cabin somewhere. You hoped it was at least. You didn't have much to cover your face with until you could get a new one if you had lost it. You sighed again and ran a hand down your face, ignoring the conflicted look on Johnny's face.

"Alright you two, let's get going. I sprayed Hot Pants' wounds too before he could wake up," Gyro called from where he and Valkyrie stood and you blanched. You had completely forgotten your plan to leave them, a plan you had whispered to yourself, a plan that you had planned to get Hot Pants in on. You looked down at his hand in your lap, then at him. You couldn't ask that of him now. But... you looked at Gyro and then at Johnny who had turned to the destroyed door in thought. You bit your lip hard— you would just have to wait until you got to the next checkpoint so you could leave. There were several reasons you could come up with by then.

You got to your feet and headed for the doorway as Gyro started calling for Johnny, their voices fading once you stepped inside. You took a look around, trying to find the red bandana you had gotten attached to. You headed for the spot that you and Johnny had been lying in, hoping that you'd find it somewhere in the mess of wooden shards. Your brow furrowed as you caught a corner in a pile of shards, poking out like it was calling for help. You grimaced and crouched down, slowly sweeping some of the shards away with the back of your hand.

There, under all the wood, you found a ragtag-looking piece of cloth you could barely call your bandana anymore. It must have gotten torn up by the falling shards of wood, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You sighed and looked around the room, spotting a rumpled gray-blue bedsheet on a bed in the corner of the cabin. There were some more shards of wood lying on the bed, leaving a couple of tears in the middle. One corner had been spared, devoid of any rips or tears. It would have to do.

You reached over and grabbed a shard of wood and stabbed it into the sheet and the mattress before tugging on the bedsheet. It came off with a ragged rip, leaving you with a great heap of fabric that you would have to use until you could get a new one. You thought back to your lull in funds then sighed— you would probably just have to make it pretty at the next stop instead. You fiddled with the fabric, then reached back with one corner of it in hand before joining the other corner behind your head. You tied it tight with a thick knot then peered at a broken mirror. Three mirrored versions of you glimmered back.

You walked out of the cabin with some odd version of hope, like you were someone new. You turned to look at Johnny as you walked out and found him paler than usual, the side of his face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You took a step forward with a loud creak, making Johnny turn around with a state of shock etched permanently on his face. You tilted your head, half-expecting an explanation. Instead, Johnny looked at Hot Pants, then called over Slow Dancer to hoist himself up onto her back.

"O...kay," you muttered before calling Thunderstruck over. As you got onto the saddle, you peered over at Hot Pants whose top looked mussed with. For a second it looked like... no. You were just seeing things because of the way his top was sitting. You looked at him one more time, hoped that it wasn't the last, then followed behind Gyro and Johnny who had surprisingly come to a stop at the edge of the birchwood orchard. Your heart squirmed under their gaze— just because they were being nice now, it didn't mean you were going to just let everything slide. You steeled yourself then maneuvered Thunder between Valkyrie and Slow Dancer.

YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE DURING THE NEXT STAGE.

pretending like it didn't take me two days to post this on here X3