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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.

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

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

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

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

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

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

Word Count: ~2.3k

You can read on my AO3 here!

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

Diego Brando 

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

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

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

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

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountain Tim 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inkpot909]

Falling for an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

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

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

Warning(s): None.

Johnny Joestar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit it! For the love of God-“

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

Johnny hates how right Gyro can be.

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

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

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

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

Such an approach is needed with you, apparently.

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

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

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

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

Luckily for you, Johnny is not.

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

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

And, yes, it does take that long.

Gyro Zeppeli

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

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

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

Not that he really cares.

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

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

He won’t necessarily blame himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“… good lord, Y/n.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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)

[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…

[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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⌕ jojo's bizarre adventure - gyro zeppeli.

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[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

[yoshhii]

THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU’RE SICK

you went out in the freezing cold without a coat, even though they told you to put it on

genshin impact + jjba

he would laugh at you saying, “i told you so didnt i?”. he would tease you to no end. saying how cute you look wrapped up in the blankets, how he’s your personal doctor for getting medicine for you, and even laughing at your embarrassed face when he feeds you. he does enjoy taking care of you though, it’s one of the rare times he can tease you all day with an excuse. if you happen to need something he’s already on the way to grab it . “it’s a prince’s job to get whatever his dear princess desires” he’d say. even though you’re in a miserable state he always finds a way to brighten up the mood.

heizou, kaeya, childe, joseph joestar, ceaser, polnareff, okuyasu, mista, narancia, gyro

“oh dear…” he sighs knowing he shouldn’t be surprised. after all he couldn’t be mad at you, all you wanted to do was enjoy the rain. he chuckles to himself when you blush as he puts the spoon towards your lips. “come on my love, you know this is good for you.” the medicine is very herbal, he tells you how natural medicine has more benefits and blah blah. he gives a satisfying hum as you swallow it (pause), knowing you’ll be better soon. he still does everything as usual, going to work, making breakfast, and cleaning the house. he gets everything ready and prepared for you before he leaves to run errands. although he loves you there’s no kisses until you’ve recovered, he wouldn’t want to get sick as well.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, baizhu, tighnari, kazuha, avdol, kakyoin, kira yoshikage, giorno, bruno bucciarati, pucci, johnny

“hmm….” he acts like he doesn’t care even though he does. he buys anything you need and just hands it to you, saying “you can do it by yourself.” once he realizes you are too sick to do it he quickly takes things in his own hands. while taking care of you he keeps a straight face but is screaming on the inside. it was a perfect chance to enjoy being near you without making it obvious. he doesn’t mind taking care of you though. wait. he…is…taking care of you? and the way he is so close to his love makes him melt. his cheeks flush a crimson red, when you notice this and mention it he’ll just brush it off. “i must be getting sick because of you.” at the end of the day he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, “you should listen to me next time” he hopes you don’t so this can happen again.

diluc, xiao, scaramouche, kars, jotaro, rohan, abbacchio, diavolo

he’s very sweet, always making sure if you’re okay. he will use words of encouragement, “i’m sorry you’re sick dear, but i promise it will be over soon!” he says as he smiles at you. he’s such a sweetheart, bringing everything you need in an instant. his bright personality makes you forget that you’re even sick sometimes. he kisses you and hugs you as usual even though you warned him you don’t want the sickness to get to him. “i don’t mind if i get sick as long as i get to kiss you!” he also insists he does everything for you. it’s like you don’t move an inch, not even if you need to eat something, he prefers if you let him feed it to you. he wants you to rest the best you can and get better as quick as possible! he loves you a lot and will always find a way to put a smile on your face.

venti, itto, jonathan, speedwagon, josuke, doppio

[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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In The Wild Wild West | 0

A Fateful Encounter

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.

[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~

[peachbubbless]

Hello fellow sbr fan could do gyro x reader or Johnny x reader

And reader is also in race tbh what I wanna say why/how do they fall in love with reader

Hey Sharkie how you doing!! Your reblog the other day was hilarious ;) I wasn’t super sure what to write for this one but hope you still enjoy my love <3

How Gyro Zeppeli Fell in Love With You

Day 4 SBR Fanfic Week

The First Time He Noticed You (And Wished He Didn’t)

It was during the canyon ambush - three days after the second checkpoint, two days before the cliffside massacre that would cost six riders their lives.

You weren’t supposed to be there. No one else had taken that offshoot path. But you had. And when the dust and Stand-fire cleared, Gyro was left with a torn sleeve, blood in his mouth, and a clear memory of the way you stood - back to the wind, one eye swelling shut, your boot grinding down on the enemy’s wrist before they could flick their Stand to full range.

“Behind,” you said without turning.

Gyro ducked. Threw.

The ball hit clean.

When the echo faded, he stood there breathing hard, steel burning hot in his palm.

You didn’t ask for thanks. Just wiped your nose on your sleeve and said, “You’re welcome.”

He watched you walk away, your gait favoring your left side. A limp he hadn’t seen before.

Johnny asked, “Friend of yours?”

“Hell no,” Gyro muttered.

But he was watching you again by nightfall.

You Got Under His Skin

Gyro liked control.

He liked knowing the Spin worked. That his calculations were clean. That his principles - rotation, precision, purpose - protected him from chaos.

You didn’t like control. Not in the same way.

You rode like someone who knew the terrain would break your horse’s legs eventually, but wanted to outrun the ground anyway. You fought like someone who’d bitten a god once and liked the taste.

He hated that. And he hated that he respected it more.

It came to a head at a water stop in Kansas.

Your horse limped in. So did Johnny’s. The difference was, Johnny was in the dirt, and you were still upright.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Gyro said, arms crossed, the smell of sweat and blood sharp in the air.

You shrugged. “Better riders than me already have.”

“That supposed to be noble?”

“No,” you said. “It’s supposed to be true.”

He didn’t like that answer.

He didn’t like the way it echoed something he’d said to Johnny only hours earlier.

He didn’t like the way you looked at him - not for permission, not for approval.

Like an equal.

And maybe that was the problem.

You Asked the Wrong Question at Exactly the Right Time

After the battlefield.

After Gyro watched Johnny tremble beside a rusted cannon and whisper something about honor that he couldn’t say twice.

You sat down beside Gyro that night. No fire. No noise. Just the wind crawling through grass tall enough to cut your skin.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, “about what we owe to the dead.”

He didn’t look at you.

But his grip tightened on the flask.

“If they’re gone,” you continued, “why do we carry them like they’re still watching?”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t move.

You said, “Or maybe we’re just pretending they are, because otherwise what we did doesn’t mean anything.”

And that?

That got him.

Because you were wrong. And you were right. And he hated how much you sounded like his own voice in the middle of the night when the whiskey ran out.

“You talk too much,” he muttered.

But he handed you the flask.

And didn’t take it back for a long time.

You Used the Spin (Poorly)

He was livid.

Not because you’d stolen a steel ball - that, he could live with.

Not because you nearly snapped your wrist - that, too, was recoverable.

But because you’d gotten close. Close enough that the vibration skittered through the bark of a tree. Close enough that the motion was almost right.

“Are you insane?” he snapped, grabbing the ball out of your hand. “This isn’t a trick. This is sacred. It’s not meant for-”

“People like me?” you offered.

He froze.

You were already pulling your glove off, wrist dark with bruising.

“I know,” you said. “But I had to try. He would’ve killed you.”

(He would’ve.)

Gyro didn’t speak for a long time.

When he finally did, it was quiet.

“You’re lucky you’re bad at it,” he said. “If you’d done it right, it might’ve broken you in worse ways.”

You didn’t ask what that meant.

And he didn’t explain.

But that night, while Johnny was asleep and you were wrapping your ribs in silence, Gyro tossed a steel ball at your feet.

“Try again,” he said.

You looked up.

His face was unreadable.

“But do it right this time.”

He Forgot to Be Afraid of You

That was the worst part.

It happened slow. The way all dangerous things do.

He started noticing when you weren’t at camp.

When your horse came back dry-lipped from the heat.

When you snapped your fingers twice before a fight, like you were waking something up inside you.

When you didn’t ask him what his coat insignia meant.

When you didn’t ask him why he stopped smiling after a kill.

When you gave Johnny your half-ration without making a point of it.

He forgot to be afraid of what it meant - to want someone around. To need someone who could gut a man and still ask if his water skin was full.

He forgot how fast fondness became fear.

Until it was too late.

The Moment It Shifted

He was wounded. Bad.

Gyro had taken the hit for Johnny. He didn’t regret that.

But when you found him, slumped against the canyon wall, ribs cracked, coughing blood -

You didn’t panic.

You didn’t scream.

You knelt beside him like you’d been there before and said:

“Do I need to break the steel ball to get you to lie still?”

He laughed. It hurt.

“Don’t touch the ball.”

“Then stop bleeding on my boots.”

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, your fingers were on his pulse. Your cheek smudged with someone else’s death. Your expression tight. Tender.

He wanted to say something.

Instead, he passed out.

And when he woke up, your coat was around his shoulders.

The Moment He Realised He Was in Love With You

It was cold.

One of those sudden storms that hits just west of Colorado - not enough to drown you, just enough to cut through your coat and make your joints ache.

Johnny was out cold. Nothing fatal - fever, maybe. Stand backlash. Gyro had seen it before.

You were hauling kindling into the wind, face set in that grim, stubborn line you wore when the world got hard and you refused to flinch.

Gyro was trying to start a fire with numb fingers and a flint that wouldn’t catch.

“Move,” you said, crouching beside him. “You’re gonna slice your hand open.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

You lit the fire in two strikes. Like it meant nothing. Like you’d done it a hundred times before.

You probably had.

He stared at the flame. At the way your hands shook just a little when they dropped the match.

“You’re freezing,” he muttered.

You didn’t answer.

Just peeled off your gloves and reached into his pack without asking - pulled out the emergency blanket and wrapped it around Johnny first. Not yourself. Never yourself.

“Hey,” he said.

You didn’t look at him.

“Don’t,” you replied. “If you’re about to give me some chivalrous Zeppeli nonsense about not sacrificing myself, save it.”

He didn’t.

He just sat there, mouth tight, breath fogging between them.

You tucked the blanket tighter around Johnny, then sat back, knees pulled up, spine against the rocks.

Wind howled. You didn’t flinch.

And Gyro?

He looked at you like he’d never really seen you before.

And realised:

You’d been beside him every time the path cracked open.

You never asked him to carry you. Never made him explain the Spin. Never made him feel like he had to be the executioner or the comedian or the legend.

You let him be tired.

You let him be angry.

You let him be silent.

And you never asked for anything back.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that.

He didn’t speak for a long time.

Just watched the fire cast shadows across your face.

You noticed eventually.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head. Almost smiled.

“Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

Then:

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You turned slowly.

The look on your face - calm, unreadable, real - was more terrifying than any Stand he’d ever faced.

“You sure?” you asked, voice quiet.

“No,” he said honestly. “But I feel it anyway.”

You didn’t kiss him.

Didn’t touch him.

Just said, “Okay.”

And leaned your shoulder against his.

The fire burned steady between you.

And Gyro Zeppeli - for the first time in a long time - let himself believe he might make it to the end of this race with something worth keeping.

Not just a victory.

Not just a name.

You.

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STEEL BALL RUN

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dioslesbianwife]

Hellooo may I request; Johnny, Gyro, Diego (not au), Jolyne, and Ermes with a reader who is very blunt? Being subtle isn't a part of their vocabulary so for example they randomly come up to them to say something like; "i love you", or "i want you" even if it's in public LMAO

sure! this is a fun idea, hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting :3

Johnny Joestar

Johnny is not used to someone just outright saying things like that, especially in public. The first time you come up to him, look him dead in the eyes, and say, “I want you.”-he chokes. He turns so red and stares at you like you just spoke another language.

“Huh?!” He glances around to see if anyone heard, but you just stare at him expectantly. He has no idea how to respond.

Eventually, he just rubs the back of his neck and mumbles something like, “You can’t just say that out of nowhere…” but he secretly loves it.

If you tell him “I love you” out of nowhere, he gets flustered but softens immediately. His usual grumpiness fades, and he might try to play it off with a little “Yeah?” but his ears are burning.

If you’re consistently blunt, he starts getting better at responding. He’ll smirk and hit you with an equally direct “I love you too.” but his body language betrays how affected he is.

Gyro Zeppeli

Gyro lives for this. He finds your bluntness absolutely hilarious.

The first time you just casually say “I want you.” he does a double take, blinks, then smirks. “You don’t waste time, huh?”

If it’s in public, he will immediately flip it back on you. He’ll throw an arm around your shoulder, lean in dramatically, and say, “Say that a little louder, babe, I don’t think they heard you.”

He adores how honest you are. If you straight-up say “I love you” out of nowhere, he grins and says, “I know. You’re obsessed with me.”

He loves how he never has to guess how you feel. If he ever really needs reassurance, he can just wait, because you’ll eventually hit him with a blunt “I’d die for you.” and he’ll just go, “Damn, alright.”

Diego Brando

Excuse me? Diego is so thrown off the first time you do this. He’s used to subtlety, mind games, and careful flirtation. But you? You just walk up to him, tug his sleeve, and go, “I want you.” in the most casual tone imaginable.

He blinks, scoffs, and crosses his arms. “Do you even think before you speak?” But his face is pink, and his tail (if we’re talking SM Diego) flicks in irritation.

If you do it in public, he immediately glares at anyone who dares react. “Mind your business.”

At first, he doesn’t know how to handle it, but he quickly grows to love it. Nobody else is this straightforward with him, and it feeds his ego.

If you say “I love you” randomly, he just stares at you, processing it. Then, with a huff, he mutters, “You better.” But you catch him smiling afterward.

Jolyne Cujoh

Jolyne LOVES this about you. The first time you randomly tell her “I love you” while she’s tying her shoes or something, she snorts and grins at you.

“Damn, babe, can’t you give me a little warning?” But she doesn’t actually want you to stop. She loves the confidence.

If you say something really forward like “I want you.” in public, she definitely leans into it. “Yeah? Say it again, I don’t think that guy over there believed you.”

She absolutely flusters when you say something really sweet out of nowhere. If you’re like “I’d do anything for you,” she just… stops. Blinks. Then grabs you by the face and kisses you hard.

She adores how you just speak your mind and will 100% match your energy.

Ermes Costello

Ermes adores your bluntness. It catches her off guard at first, but the second she realizes this is just how you are, she eats it up.

If you randomly tell her “I love you” in the middle of a conversation about something completely unrelated, she just grins. “Damn right you do.”

If you hit her with “I want you.” while she’s doing something, she pauses, smirks, then teases you: “Right now? Babe, at least let me finish my drink first.”

She’s so unbothered about it in public. If you say something flirty in front of others, she’ll just wrap an arm around your shoulders and be like “You hear that? My babe’s obsessed with me.”

But if you say something truly heartfelt, her teasing stops for a moment. If you randomly tell her “You’re the best thing in my life.” she just stares at you, before pulling you in for a tight hug.

[adeadcreator]

Could you do protective headcanons of some of your favorite jojo characters? I'm okay with whoever, just thought it might be fun :))

I spent like thirty minutes to see who I even want to write about since I have so many favorites T0T. I had to cut the list down to these guys :D

Kira Yoshikage: 

-He would blow them up if they went too far. But for the most part he would present relaxation, even if he is disgusted by them daring to touch or rather glance at what is his.

You both are more than ninety percent always in doors for most of the time; however, when it is the ten percent you both are outside, you are always accompanied by Kira. No matter to the park or to the mailbox.

The grocery store was no exception, with either you following in Kira’s shadow or vise versa. “I don’t see the curry paste..” You muttered as you felt Kira’s presence hover over your own, raising your head back and making eye contact with your beloved “Are you sure you’re looking well enough?”

Your eyes rolled at his condescending words as you stood up and motioned to the shelf. “Be my guest and take a look for yourself then.” Determination crossed his eyes as he huffed and handed you the basket; it wasn’t too often when he did not want to admit defeat.

He crouched down to the shelfs level before rummaging through the array of paste “Let me know when you find it.” He gave a fierce glare, muttering some words under his breath as you silently chuckled. 

“Ah huh, well I’ll go ask an employee if they have more in the back, I’ll be right back,” you replied, feeling amused by his frustration. The store itself was not large by any means, it was small. Smaller than any other in the area and due to the size it seemed to have only one person on shift.

“Hello sir, I was wondering if you had a specific curry paste in stock in the back” the man on shift was distracted by a magazine, his uncaring eyes shifted from the model on the page towards you “No we don- Oh uh sorry miss, um how, which one do you need?” 

His attitude shifted as you smiled and motioned towards the shelf behind him “I just need that curry in the red box” he turned to the shelf, quickly turning back, curry in hand as he gave a smirk “So are you seeing anyone?”

He suddenly grabbed your hand, nearly snatching you in if it wasn’t for Kira’s hand reeling you back. Your back connected with his chest “She’s glady taken.” he hissed at the employee, which caused him to release his grip from you.

“Uh, sorry about that,” the employee stammered, avoiding Kira’s glare as he bagged all the items and muttered the final amount. The blonde’s furry was radiant as you stood next to him, taking the bags as he handed the money to the man.

You hadn’t even bothered to look back at the disheveled man as there was a soft click before you felt the hand of your blonde softly run from your shoulder to the center of your back, motioning you towards the car.

“Let’s get home to make dinner”

Jolyne Cujoh:

-She is cool-headed, so she thinks; She inherited her fathers glare, whether she admits to it or not. It appears more often than she thinks; especially when someone attempts to mess with her love.

She isn’t possessive by any means, it wasn’t like she had zero faith in you or your ability to protect yourself; however she knew the dangers within the prison. With many stand users present there was not a chance she would allow you to be harmed.

“Jolyne do you think you have any spare paper by chance? I’m working on a small project!” you said with your angelic smile, unaware by the fact that you nearly blinded Foo and Hermes with your sweetness.

“Huh, oh um, I’m pretty sure I do…” Jolyne mumbled as she thought to herself, looking away in fear of being blinded as well. However she caught a glance of a group of women glaring at your oblivious form, their eyes flickered with resentment of somesorts.

Her eyes snapped back to your figure as you blinked at the duel-haired girl waiting for her answer “Yeah I do, It’s in my cell. You can stay here while I go get it” she said as you waved her off “No, No I’ll come with!” 

Jolyne hesitated for a moment, debating whether to let you tag along. She could feel the weight of the women’s stares lingering on her, but she was curious about the connection you seemed to have. “Fine, but just stay close,” she reluctantly agreed, leading the way toward her cell. 

As you walked, the atmosphere shifted. The tension from the group of women seemed to cling to the air, thickening it with unspoken judgments. Jolyne could sense their disdain, but she shook it off, focusing instead on your presence as you both began ascending the staircase. 

“Just try to keep up,” she said, glancing back at you with a half-smirk that masked her unease. Your smile plastered on your face, jogging up the staircase you hadn’t realized someone had placed marbles down.

Your smile faltered as you felt gravity take you backwards, at least until you felt a rope wrap around your waist and brought you forward. Connecting you to your lover, instinctively your arms wrapped around her figure.

“Look who’s fallen like a-” Her sentence was cut off as she glanced at Jolyne, her eyes in a deep furrow. Jolyne stood there, arms holding you steady, lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to keep her expression neutral despite the tension in the air. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m not in the mood for your commentary right now,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with frustration. The air was thick with unspoken challenges and past grievances. 

“Fine,” the other girl huffed, rolling her eyes, despite the tone, fear was embedded. “But you can’t just walk around acting like you own the place. It’s embarrassing.” With that, Jolyne narrowed her eyes, determination igniting in her gaze. 

“And what if I do? Better than just standing there judging, right?”

Diego Brando:

-Diego would have no reason to worry about those who want his attention, yours however? He won’t tolerate any nonsense your way, he’s not above flashing his teeth or nails to scurry them away.

His eyes narrowed as you conversed with another competitor, nothing harmful per say, though he did despise how their eyes trailed away from your face to your body. Diego watched closely, a low growl reverberating in his throat as the other competitor leaned a little too close for comfort. 

You could feel the tension radiating from him, a protective energy that both amused and exasperated you. It wasn’t as if Diego was feet away from you both, no, he was standing directly next to you "Hey, I’m just talking," you said, trying to keep the mood light as you gestured between yourself and the intruder. 

“It’s harmless.” The rider dismissed. But Diego clearly had a different interpretation, his jaw tightening as he folded his arms. “Yeah, well some people don’t get that,” he replied, his voice low and edged with frustration. You shot him a glance, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness, but there was a flicker of warmth in your chest. 

“I can handle myself, you know.” He huffed, his gaze still locked on the competitor, who seemed to be oblivious to the storm brewing. “Doesn't mean I won't step in if I have to.” You raised an eyebrow, impressed yet slightly irritated by his possessiveness. 

“Thanks, but I think I got this.” Diego's demeanor softened a bit, though you could still see his frustration lingering. He wanted to ensure no one took advantage of you, and while it was kind, you yearned to be seen for more than just someone needing protection. 

“Fine," he conceded, but his stance didn't relax. "Just… be careful.” As the competitor continued to chatter, you caught a glimpse of Diego's fierce loyalty. It was both comforting and intimidating, and you couldn’t help but wonder how far he’d go to keep you safe.

It had seemed your question would be answered sooner rather than later. The competitor, with much courage—or perhaps stupidity—wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he leaned in, his smug grin only dropping as the face of a utahraptor appeared out of nowhere.

His screams echoed out to the sky as Diego bolted after him, displaying a set of sharp teeth and feral hisses that sent shivers down your spine. You stood rooted to the spot, your horses whinnying nervously at the sudden commotion. “There goes our directions…” you muttered, watching in disbelief as the scene unfolded.

Gyro Zeppeli:

-Despite being completely confident in your ability to defend yourself, he would never mind using his steel balls if the occasion asked for them. Especially if they couldn’t catch the hint after some time.

Gyro and Johnny were a duo way before you’d entered their lives, with you worming your way into the heart of Gyro. Though that did not stop them from pursuing the mystery of the corpse.

Their business acquired them to enter the tavern, which you understood and opted to stay outside with the horses and keep an eye out for enemy’s. Not wanting to be surrounded by wasted men and women with a bit of a lowered cleavage level.

“Hey there Sugar, what are ya’ doin here without a man by your side” lowering the newspaper you raised an eyebrow at the boldness of the clearly wasted man, you replied with a smirk, “Just keeping an eye on my companions. They’ve got their hands full inside.” The man leaned against the hitching post, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. 

“Seems like they might need a strong woman like you to pull them out of trouble.” You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “Trust me, they’re better off without me in there. I’ve seen how wild things can get in taverns like this.” You adjusted in your seat, keeping an eye on the door as you heard the raucous laughter and shouting coming from within. 

The man continued to chat, his slurred words slipping into tangents about heroics and adventures. You glanced down the street, lost in thought about Gyro and Johnny before feeling a harsh tug, “Hey, you should come in! It’s more fun with company,” he urged, stumbling slightly. 

Your instinct told you to keep your distance, as you spotted Johnny’s familiar silhouette emerging from the tavern door, followed closely by Gyro, who looked a touch frazzled. You smiled and stood up, “Looks like my men are back. I should really make sure they’re not getting themselves into trouble.” 

As you started walking towards them, you could hear the drunken man shout after you, but his words faded into the background as you focused on the duo “Hey, so how was th-” your words were cut off as a heavy weight attached itself to your waist.

Nearly taking you down, glancing down there the man was; rubbing his face into your thigh as you tried to kick him off with no luck. "Get off!" you repeated, this time louder and more forceful.

Just as you felt yourself leaning to one side, trying to regain your balance, you noticed Gyro striding towards you, his expression a mix of irritation and concern. 

A sharp whisk was heard as you snapped your head back to the drunken man "What do you think you're doing?" Gyro's voice was sharp as he reached down to grab the man by the shoulder, lifting him away from you with surprising strength. 

The drunken man stumbled back, dazed and confused, mumbling incoherently. "Thank you," you said, trying to catch your breath, though your heart still raced from the encounter. You shot a grateful glance at Gyro, who seemed unfazed, his expression still hard as he glared at the man. 

"Just stay close," he replied, his tone softer now, almost protective. You nodded, determined not to let that happen again. You hadn’t even noticed how Gyro retrieved his steel ball before placing it back to its holder.