#sbr gyro zeppeli smut

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

Genre: smut

Characters: Gyro Zeppeli, Johnny Joestar

Warnings: smut, NSFW, threesome, ass-fucking

Notes: This post is a part of my birthday special since it’s my birthday ;) I hope you enjoy <3 The other birthday special posts will be linked here one they’re all posted! Also happy halloween 👻

The big three - Gyro Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar x Reader (NSFW)

It's the evening of Gyro Zeppeli's birthday, and you've decided to surprise him with an unforgettable present - a steamy threesome involving him, his close friend Johnny Joestar, and you. The anticipation builds as you prepare the intimate setting, dimming the lights and lighting scented candles throughout the room. The air is thick with anticipation and the sweet aroma of vanilla, setting the mood for the erotic night ahead. You approach Gyro, who looks up at you with a curious yet excited expression.

“Happy birthday, Gyro,” you purr seductively, trailing a finger down his chest. “I have a special gift for you tonight.” Gyro's eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of Johnny entering the room, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Well now, this does seem like quite the present,” Gyro remarks, his voice low and husky.

Johnny steps closer, a playful glint in his eye as he appraises both you and Gyro. “I couldn't agree more,” he chuckles, his hand casually caressing your hip.

Gyro nods, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. As if on cue, all three of you move to form a triangle, your bodies pressing close together.

You can feel the heat emanating from Gyro's skin, his firm muscles tensing with barely contained excitement. Johnny trails his fingers along your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. Gyro leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “I can hardly wait to see what surprises you have in store for me tonight.”

The three of you begin exploring each other's bodies as the night unfolds. Soft moans and sighs fill the room as gentle caresses turn into harder, more insistent strokes. Johnny's hands move from your thigh to grope your breasts, kneading them gently as you arch into his touch. Gyro's hands roam everywhere, mapping out the curve of your body with almost reverent touches.

Now and then, his fingers trail dangerously close to your core, sending sparks of need coursing through you. When he finally dips below the waistband of your panties, you gasp at the sudden contact. His fingers are firm, yet gentle, as he teases you into a state of desperate craving.

Gyro's fingers dance expertly over your most sensitive spots, drawing out waves of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm you.

Johnny leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a searing kiss. His tongue darts out, tasting you as he explores the depths of your mouth with fervor. The taste of him, combined with the sensations from Gyro's touch, pushes you closer and closer to the brink. As if sensing your impending climax, Gyro inserts a finger inside you, pumping slowly.

As your orgasm looms nearer, Gyro and Johnny begin to switch things up, each taking a different route to drive you wild with desire. Gyro continues to finger you, but now Johnny kneels behind you, lubing up his cock and pushing inside your tight asshole. The slight pain quickly fades into a different kind of pleasure as he begins to move, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. All the while, Gyro's thumb is pressed against your clit, rubbing in time with Johnny's thrusts.

The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel your climax building in your core.

Just when you think you can't take any more, Gyro removes his finger and replaces it with his stiff cock, thrusting deeply into your wet heat. The feeling of being stretched and filled by both of them at once is unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

Pleasure radiates through every nerve as they pound into you, their bodies slapping against yours in a erotic symphony of lust.

Gyro captures your lips in a heated kiss, muffling your cries as he begins to choke you sensually, his powerful thighs trapping your own between his. “I want to hear you,” he demands gruffly against your mouth. As he pulls back slightly, allowing you to catch your breath, he chuckles wickedly, his hands now roaming the globe of your buttocks with insistent fingertips. Meanwhile, Johnny alternates between flicking and tugging at your peaked nipples, his skilled touches sending sparks of need pooling low in your abdomen.

Gyro's pace quickens, his cock buried deep inside you as he chokes you gently but firmly. The sensation of being restrained and dominated sends shivers of excitement coursing through your body. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as Johnny pinches and plucks at your nipples, drawing them into hard peaks.

With each movement, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The two men continue to work you over, each stroke and touch bringing you closer to the brink.

Johnny's fingers graze your erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain radiating throughout your chest. He increases the pressure, tugging lightly at first before increasing the intensity. As he does so, he leans in close, whispering dirty promises in your ear. “You're going to come so hard for us, baby”, he purrs, his breath hot against your skin. Gyro thrusts deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you moan wantonly. He knows exactly what he's doing, and you can tell he's loving every second of pushing you closer to the edge.

The room is filled with the sound of your moans, punctuated by the grunts and groans of your tormentors.

Gyro’s other hand finds its way between your slick thighs, rubbing circles at the apex, applying just the perfect pressure. “You like that baby.. You want more don't you?”, he asks chuckling as his thumb finds your core and rubs your juicy clit making you moan.

Your pussy and ass quiver around their hard cocks, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. The closeness of them, the intertwining of desires and pleasure, is creating an indescribably powerful sensation.

Your body tenses, every muscle clenching as you reach the peak of pleasure. Your moans turn into loud, wanton whimpers as the orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of ecstasy washing through your body. The intensity of your release seems to be too much for the men, and they can't hold back any longer.

Johnny groans as he pushes deep into your ass, his own climax washing over him in a series of powerful thrusts. At the same moment, Gyro pulls out of you, his cock glistening with your fluids as he unleashes his load all over your breasts. The sight of his cum dripping down your chest is the final straw, and both men are lost in the throes of their own pleasure, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms.

If you’d like me to write anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can request it! (I usually don’t write smut, this was only for my birthday and I wanted to surprise you guys)

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

A Jury of One

part 3/? <- previous [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Gyro Zeppeli x Reader (She/Her AFAB)

[SUMMARY] The conversation shifts as you pass secrets—and vices—back and forth. Cigar in hand, you realize this might be the most personal exchange you’ve had with the Italian.

[WC] 4k

[!!!] Same as previous installments, smoking, drinking, language + light descriptions of a murder aftermath, but this is a jojos fic, so I feel like I literally can’t be more brutal or gruesome than the source material even if I tried… araki would be able to write this fanfic ez but I could NOT create the rat cube.

[AN] ahhhhhhhhhh enjoy :)

“That’s not my name.” He’d said, gaze filled with satisfaction.

You tried to tone down your reaction, but found yourself speechless instead, eyes widening as you scoffed at his admission.

“Oh come on, hit me with one of your clever little comebacks, regazza.” He teased as you sat, mouth agape.

You paused for a moment, recalling everything you knew—no, thought you knew— about Gyro Zeppeli. “So wait everything you said about-”

He cut you off, seemingly knowing where the natural train of thought would land. “No, I didn’t tell you any mistruths about that… just my given name. Still a Zeppeli.” He flashed a smile, as if to express pride in this little falsehood.

“Well then what is it?” You asked, sitting up with a newfound sense of excitement.

Gyro chuckled, eyeing your change in posture, “A secret for a secret. My turns over,” he stated matter of factly.

“Oh come on,” you let out, “that’s unfair. I'm just supposed to go on pretending like I haven’t been calling you the wrong thing this whole time?”

He just cleared his throat, taking a sip from his glass instead of answering.

You scoffed, “Fine fine, can’t make that comparison, I get it.”

“No, I just figured you wouldn’t want to owe me two,” he smirked, “You could of course just tell me yours and we can cut through the red tape.”

You sat there, puzzled. For a moment you thought he might have been speaking a different language entirely, you had no idea what he was trying to communicate. You didn’t hide the expression well either, apparently, because he instantly picked up on the nonsensical reaction.

“It’s an expression.” He explained.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah I got that much, meaning what?”

“You know,” he gestured awkwardly, “like on the King's documents.”

You just looked at him, why would you know that?

“You know, you cut the red tape.” He continued, pantomiming scissors in his hand.

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands as you responded, “You stupid Europeans and your customs, I thought you guys used seals for-”

“You’re getting off topic,” he cut you off.

You sighed, picking up the drink you’d neglected up until this point. Lord knows you’d need a sip, he was expecting a return on his investment, after all. “Maybe,” you answered.

“You know,” he started, waiting for you to finish sipping your drink before continuing, “I think this might be the longest exchange of words we’ve had.”

You looked away from him, playing off the awkwardness of his observation. “What a way to break the ice, right?”

He leaned forward, bringing the bottle to refill your cup. “Let’s break it some more,” he challenged, eyes glistening with something you’d never seen from him, “stop sidestepping what you owe me.”

“I’m in hiding,” you blurted out, despite yourself.

Gyro titled his head forward. “I’d assumed, based on everything you mentioned.”

You stayed silent however, if he was going low, you were going lower.

“Well?” He asked, urging you to continue.

“Oh no, a secret for a secret, Gyro. Or… not Gyro.” You teased, taking a drink of the whiskey.

He squinted at you, expression unamused.

“My turn is over.” You echoed his words smugly, gulping the liquid down.

His body language folded in on itself as if it were an unintentional side effect of being bested at his own game.

“Fine,” he snapped, taking a moment to compose himself, “I'm assuming this is something intriguing so I’ll bite; I still sleep with a teddy bear. Tell me something good and you might get my name quid pro quo. I’ll be nice.”

You couldn’t help the tone that emerged from your throat. This was a golden opportunity, after all. “Oh what a secret Gyro. I didn’t realize you were that interested in me, Zeppeli. What, does it have a name? Awww do you cradle it in your arms when you fall asleep?”

“I let you ride my horse,” he bolted upright ignoring you, dumbfounded at the realization. “I don’t let any girls ride with me, you-”

You honestly couldn’t tell if his expression of disgust was being played up or not, head slowly swiveling to gawk at you.

“You monster.” He hissed.

“Do you want me to tell you the story or not.” You glared at him, furrowing your brows with mock frustration.

He put his hands up in a ‘surrender’ position, pursing his lips while leaning back in his chair, signaling you to continue.

You took a deep breath, trying to come up with the words to breach the topic. Your eyes wandered down to the glass in front of you on the table.

“If the liquor would help you bella, by all means, don’t let me stop you.” He jabbed, eliciting another nervous laugh from your system as you indulged in the suggestion. “Though if you want something stronger…” he trailed off, head turning to the flask he’d tossed on the bed earlier.

You flicked your head in the direction of the vial, wordlessly telling him to grab the damn thing and open it while you finished the cup in front of you.

“Two years ago,” you started, wiping your mouth with your sleeve, “I woke up in the school that was giving me room and board for work. I know the concept might be too American for your spoiled foreign brain to comprehend.”

He laughed, truly laughed, before adding “Eh don’t worry about it, it’s red tape under the bridge.”

You let him chuckle at his own joke for a moment before he cut himself off, tossing you the flask. “I couldn’t help myself, continue.”

The ridges around the cap dug into your fingers as you twisted the container open, idly running your fingers over the intricate engravings on the silver metal face as you moved on with the story. “It was a home for girls,” you explained, recalling how much joy the place had given you, “I was there for about ten months at the time.”

You took a swig before continuing, only to be completely caught off guard by the burning sensation pooling at the bottom of your throat. “What the fuck is this?”

“Moonshine. You were saying?” Had he been letting it ferment since he left Italy? Whatever-

You gulped, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling that was quickly overpowered by the rush to your head.

“Warning would have been nice,” you squinted in his direction, passing the flask back to him. “I'm not suffering through a hangover alone though. Drink up while you listen.”

“I have every intention to,” he smiled, leaning in to snatch it from you. “You have me on the edge of my seat, I must say. Ever thought about professional storytelling?” He spoke with a sarcastic dryness that made you genuinely thankful for the lighthearted banter he’d allowed to calm your nerves.

“Oh shut it, I'll get to the point soon enough,” you rolled your eyes, “besides-”

You cut the thought short. How would the man even react if you’d finished that sentence? ‘You’re the first person I’ve ever told.’

“Besides?” He questioned, snapping your mind away from the thought.

“I’m trying to remember what’s important.” You covered the slip-up well, all things considered. It was normal for someone to be skittish in this type of situation, you told yourself. You didn’t need to give him the ego boost of knowing he was the first—only—person to hear this secret.

“What, am I distracting you?” He said sarcastically, bringing the flask to his lips.

You rolled your eyes, moving on. “One of the girls in my care,” you paused, choosing instead to explain the setting further, “I gave grammar lessons to all the students but had a group under my guidance for housing, as did the other instructors who handled different subjects. That's the way the structure worked.”

“I think I get it,” he acknowledged with another sip of his drink, allowing you to continue.

“I woke up one morning and,” you took a deep breath, this was it, “one of my students had been killed in the night and-”

The water was back in your eyes, you’d noticed, and you’d opted to end your sentence early to avoid choking back embarrassing tears. You held your hand out, asking for another drink.

He couldn’t deny your request, eyes locked with yours as he studied your expression.

“And you found her?” He asked gently, not trying to put the words in your mouth, instead attempting to lead you back to a semblance of normal conversation. It was asked with a hint of kindness and understanding, something you rarely heard out of Gyro.

You nodded slowly, unattached, with a single pathetic sniffle as you recalled the lifeless expression on one of your most outspoken students; she had been mangled in a pool of her own blood, the thick smell of death overwhelming every other aspect of the memory.

It seemed trivial, crying to an executioner of all people about the misfortune of death, but it was about to become unavoidable, it seemed.

“She couldn’t have been older than twelve,” you admitted, “and I knew it was my fault to some degree, I know I should have seen something or locked a door better or,”

He cut you off, grabbing the hand you’d let rest on the table. He held it with both of his own, seriousness washing over him as he forced you to look him in the eye at the new sensation. “I don’t think a bad person would worry about what they could have done.” He started, tilting his head toward you. “And good people often find themselves picking up the slack for what bad people invoke.”

You nodded sheepishly, thanking him as you wiped the tear from your cheek. “What is that, some old proverb?” You joked, voice still fragile with emotion.

“No,” he smiled, “Proverbs are typically shorter.”

You scoffed at him, taking the chance to compose yourself and try again. “I guess what I was trying to say,” you continued with a small roll of your eyes, “I would have completely understood my termination.”

He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

You looked him in the eye once more, the story finally reaching its conclusion. After a heavy moment of silence, you spoke of its ending. “The murder weapon was found in my sleeping quarters.”

That was it, you remembered, that was all it took for the chaos to ensue. The initial moments following your indictment were still a blur, even after two years now, but you remembered the feeling of unadulterated terror all too well. It was beginning to creep up on you again now, sitting in an inn in the middle of nowhere, miles away from where the story even took place.

As your breathing accelerated, Gyro said nothing. His expression revealed nothing. You silently made a note to yourself not to gable with the man in front of you, that was a poker face if you’d ever seen one. After taking another glance at the table, you pulled your hand back, acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t let go of you since that moment of reassurance.

“And then?” He asked, expression unchanged.

“I think you’re smart enough to work out the rest, Gyro.” You said, finally taking another swig from the flask.

He let you sit for a moment, allowing the uncomfortable silence in the room to linger for a couple seconds too long.

“Fuck,” He said, leaning back in the chair, “I don’t-”

You cut him off, still too uncomfortable with conversations on the topic to hear what he had to say. “Don’t say anything then.”

He looked you in the eyes with a disappointed sigh, and once again reached his hand out to ask for the flask. You swished the liquid around before handing it back, estimating that it was a little more than half full now. “What I was going to say,” he muttered, “Is that I don’t need to tell anyone. It’s not my—I guess what I mean to say is that it doesn't affect me. I mean, it does affect me but not-”

“Thank you, Gyro.” You said, voice more worn down than expected. You had the feeling he would have awkwardly rambled for minutes if you didnt stop him.

“‘Anything else I tell you is sworn to secrecy,’ after all.” He said with a deep breath, “I understand. Why you did it. The disguise, I mean.”

“Might as well get the benefits of being a man if I have to conceal myself anyway.” You shrugged, it was the best you could do to turn the odds in your favor, and you had little to no regrets on that aspect of the lie.

He laughed, bringing his fingers to his lips in an imitation locking motion, “Secrets safe with me… at least for the next two checkpoints that is.” He grinned.

You felt the pit return to your stomach as the realization dawned on you; this was far from over. The initial annoyance you felt from Gyros confrontation immediately turned to gratitude, now you would have to initiate the revelation of the truth. How would you even begin? How could you break the news to Johnny, especially now, knowing he wouldn’t be the first to find out? A lingering thought in the back of your head had been craving letting him in for a while now… but once again, Gyro had to be there to ruin it. Should you tell Johnny about his confrontation? How he had to practically beg you to tell the kid? Or worse, would Gyro decide to tell him that little detail? Would he hold this secret over your friendship with the American, as if to say ‘how much of a friend can she really be if I'm the only reason you know this?’

“You don't need to figure out how to do it today,” the man across from you said after studying your face. How he managed to be so accurate with your internal dialogue, you had no idea. Had he already become so familiar with your expressions that the guesswork was eliminated completely? Surely not, he’d only seen your face in its entirety for the better part of an hour. Maybe you really were just an open book with your heart on your sleeve. Then again, maybe the situation was simply that predictable. Perhaps you were reading too far into the implications of things.

09”v (a/n: cat decided he wanted to contribute to the fic, maybe he knows something we don't. not deleting.)

“I know,” you replied, “just can’t even begin to think about…” you let your voice trail off as the room began to feel heavy, but maybe the alcohol was at fault for that sensation.

“Would you like me to do it for you?” He suggested after a moment. Though this was the furthest thing you wanted from him, you picked up on the genuine nature of its proposition. He wasn’t snarky about it, it seemed as if he truly were offering to take some of the weight of your shoulders.

But you knew this was your burden to bear.

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to shake your head, “He deserves to hear it from me.”

Gyro nodded, satisfied with your answer. “He does.” He replied shortly, and you swallowed your pride at his tone. Thankfully, he decided to return the flask to your hands as soon as the feeling settled.

You didn’t know what else to say to him, silence hanging over the room once again as you drank until you could feel your stomach ignite. The Italian relit the half burnt cigar, though it had been sitting long enough to make you question his standards—you would have given him another had he just asked.

The quiet became comforting after its initial introduction, the two of you simply let the conversation settle as you fiddled with your travel bag, sorting through your trail resources. After a few turns of swapping vices back and forth, it had begun to feel as though the evening reached its natural conclusion. Gyro even seemed to be getting ready to check out entirely, based on the way he usually acted before falling victim to slumber.

That's when you remembered something else about the man.

“Gyro?” You asked, breaking the longest stretch of silence of the night.

He hummed, looking up as if you broke him from deep thought.

You smiled softly, smugly, even. “I recall you saying something about quid pro quo?”

He returned the grin in an instant, “Well that depends.”

You swished the flask in your hand once again, nearly empty. “On what?”

“Do you think you’ve given me a secret of equal value?” The teasing look was back on his face, one that knew he was pushing the line… as if you hadn’t just admitted to pedicide allegations.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” You laughed, taking one final sip. “Rest is yours.”

“Oh come on,” he pleaded one last time as he passed your cigar back in exchange, “let's make it a name for a name?”

“You aren’t on the run, last I checked,” you said almost patronizingly, “your name doesn't have the same power as mine.”

He finished what remained of the liquor, setting the container down aggressively on the table without slamming it. “You’re a fool if you think there’s no power in my name.” He said smoothly. “Besides, it's about the principal.”

The swiftness in his response combined with the implication of the words sent a shiver down your spine, but you threw the feeling under the rug as soon as you felt it start. It was enough to get you to drop it, however.

“Then I guess that concludes a secret for a secret.” You shrugged, satisfied with the sense of anonymity you still maintained, despite the alcohol inside you.

He cocked his head, “Unless you’d be open to sharing something else, it would seem so.”

“There’s not enough liquid in the flask to tempt me that far, Gyro.” You teased, brushing your hair away from your face.

The silence was back, awkward as always, and you noticed a new—more skittish—personality start to emerge from Gyro as he looked around the room.

“I’m um,” he started, clearing his throat, “I think I’m gonna tell Johnny we got into a fight.”

The intoxication wasn’t helping, you looked at him with confusion for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

“So uh,” he gestured vaguely around the room, towards the single bed you sat on, “you know.”

What? He didn't have the balls to say ‘so you don't have to share a room with me?’ Surprising.

“Thank you,” you said regardless, grateful that you wouldn’t be forced into his proximity after everything. It was an unspoken understanding, you unfortunately realized. You both were proceeding knowing this would be too intimate, especially now.

He stood up, and you followed as a form of courtesy. The least you could do was walk him out, it beat awkwardly laying in the bed as he made his departure, after all.

Gyro had one foot out of the door when you called his name once again, grabbing his attention back towards the cozy room as you closed the distance, metal cooling your fingertips.

“Don’t forget this,” you said, passing him the flask he’d almost left behind. Bag in hand, he let the door close as he moved back into the space, grumbling his thanks and setting his belongings down to put the item away.

As he stood in front of you, carefully arranging the possessions in the pack, you had an intrusive thought. More dangerous than that though, it was one with enough leeway to make it seem like a smart thing to say out loud. “My name,” you started, causing his head to snap up. “I might not be ready to tell you that yet. However-” you let the last word stretch for emphasis as he leaned against the doorframe, intrigued.

His head tilted forward, listening for more. “The month the crime took place… it was August.” You admitted, indulging him in one final detail.

The look of amusement on his face did not go unnoticed as he pieced the information together. “I bet you think you’re clever for that.” He laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Insulant ass namesake,” He continued, allowing himself to chuckle again, “And I suppose you’re expecting mine in return for that sliver of knowledge?”

“Oh, I'm not interested in your name.” You said immediately, a smug smile returning as you mirrored his body language, leaning on the canopy style bedpost just a few feet in front of him.

At first he just sat there, face showing that he hadn’t picked up on the meaning of your words. Then, piece by piece, you watched as the realization dawned on him, and the smile instantly dropped to an expression of complete apathy.

Another sigh. A look of pure defeat. Two or three audible groans of annoyance.

A heavy ‘thud’ reverberated in the air as his knapsack landed on the table, and Gyro wasted no time rustling through it once again. “She doesn't have a name,” he started.

“She?” You teased, interjecting.

“Shut it.” He grumbled, cutting off his train of thought. His hands dug through his belongings, taking the occasional item out of the bag as he finished the sentence. “I’ll prove I wasn’t lying about it, though. If that’ll satisfy your insatiable greed.”

You scoffed, “Insatiable? Huh? Four syllabus, thats a big word for you.”

He said nothing.

“I'll take it.” You finished.

“You tell no one.” He continued insistently, voice more tight than you’d expected.

When you neglected to acknowledge him, his arm halted in the bag as he locked eyes with you, “I'm gonna need verbal confirmation on that one, stronza*.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” you promised dryly, ‘locking your lips’ in the same way he had earlier.

He huffed again, defeated, as he pulled the small bundle of fur out of his bag. He looked away from you as he tossed the object in your general direction.

The smile that found itself on your face was overwhelming. “You didn't mention she was pink!” You exclaimed, enjoying the embarrassment you had complete control over as you examined the teddy bear resting in your hands.

“You didn't mention a lot of things,” he snapped before stopping, “Sorry.”

You just snorted, handing the bear back to him after a few moments of looking it over and giggling uncontrollably. It was old, you’d realized, the stitching showing significant signs of wear. As you turned it over in your hands, you’d felt something come to the forefront of your mind: This was an incredibly personal part of Gyro, despite how much he might be acting otherwise. After all, he wouldn’t have lugged it this far if that weren't the case. Despite how nonchalantly he had thrown it, despite how embarrassed of its existence he was, this was something close to Gyro Zeppeli’s heart. And he had let you hold it in your hands, even if just for a second.

He snapped you out of the thought, picking his back back up and slinging it over his shoulder. “You feel better?” He asked, hand on the doorknob.

You nodded, “Worse, in a lot of ways, but yeah, I do.”

“Figured I could at least ease your nerves about the pseudonym,” He said, turning on his heels to exit before looking over his shoulder and adding, “Goodnight, not August.”

You grinned as he began to close the door, ready to pass out. “Goodnight, not Gyro.”

The door announced his departure with a heavy ‘click,’ and your eyes were closed as soon as your head hit the pillow.

*google translate turns stranza into ‘bitch’ (cagna) even though stranza is just the feminine form of ‘asshole’ (stronzo) and I just needed to address that asshole is the correct translation here. bbg gyro would never call you the b word in this scenario, homie might be a misogynist but he IS a gentleman first. As always, I do NOT know Italian, monolinguistic spoiled American here.

AN: That's the end of the first thematic part of this story, I guess! I’ve got a few thoughts for moving things forward, esp some johnny and diego self indulgence, so I don't have any plans on stopping just yet. Any ideas/comments/critiques are more than welcome!! Also, I love learning random etymology when writing. I literally just wrote the ‘red tape’ expression out of habit, questioning if the phrase had even taken off by 1890, only to find out that it's been around since old Spain! So yeah, it makes perfect sense to be used in this way, I loved getting to write around that discovery!

read other works and progress announcements on my masterlist !!

[cowboycakes]

P and Q with Johnny and Gyro? 👀

DIRTY JOHNNY AND GYRO HEADCANONS.

✰ sextapes, nudes and bedroom volume

MINORS DNI (18+) warnings: includes a gyjo scenario. modern au. sending nudes & sexting. sextapes. mentions of masturbation. praise. voice kink stuff? light exhibitionism. wc: ~500 dirty a-z headcanon list (requests closed!)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

JOHNNY:

he's too timid to send anything other than a tasteful booty pic or a mirror pic showing off his v-line with the top of his dick barely peeking out of his boxers. he might put on a lacy thong and send you a taste of it if you're lucky.

GYRO:

sends you pictures of his dick. all. the. time. he knows it's long and pretty. sometimes he'll just send you a picture of it while he's hard and laying in bed. or he'll send one of his veiny hand gripping his cock (because he knows his hands are hot, too.) or a full-body nude. or he may send a fap vid wit the sound on. no shame.

GYJO:

J & G send nudes to one another when they miss each other </3 just imagine johnny in public opening an unsuspecting snap from gyro and finding out the hard way that it wasn't just an unsuspecting snap at all. he'd rush to hide his phone screen and get all flushed and embarrassed, then he'd need to hurry to find somewhere more private to relieve himself. gyro would be shameless about getting nudes from johnny. he'd set that shit as his home screen lmao. as far as recordings go, gyro would try to convince johnny to make a sextape with him. johnny'd be a brat about it at first n make fun of gyro for even asking, but the idea would eventually grow to turn him on with some gentle persuasion from gyro."you're gonna look so pretty on camera, johnny. why don't we try it out just once, huh?"

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

JOHNNY:

super vocal. it's not necessarily on purpose, but he just can't hold it in :( he'll give you all kinds of little whimpers, whines, moans, and sobs. he'll mutter gibberish and stutter over his words when it all becomes too much. every sound he makes is gorgeous, though.

GYRO:

he's loud about praising you n he needs to let you know how good you feel. lets out a lot of low moans and grunts while he thrusts into you, getting louder as he fucks you harder. also, i wrote about it here but he slips into italian when he's about to cum <3

© cowboycakes.

note: thank you for the ask, anon. i'm so glad you wanted me to do these for them separately AND together. writing this was a treat. i know this took awhile so thank you for your patience.

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

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

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

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

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

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

Word Count: ~2.3k

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Diego Brando 

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

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

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

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

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountain Tim 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gyro Zeppeli 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[diegodinosgf]

Under the table...

NSFW WARNING!!!

Johnny Joestar x Fem reader

Warnings: fingering in public, cursing, inappropriate use of stand

His hand found your thigh, slowly rubbing over the soft skin. You shot him a side ways glance but he paid no attention, instead he slid his hand further up your thigh, and softly pressed on your panties with his finger.

You squirmed slightly under his touch as his finger teased your sensitive bud through the cloth but you tried to keep still.

You picked up the fork, poked the potato slice on your plate and put it in your mouth, slowly chewing on it but as you swallowed you choked suddenly, in attempt to suppress a moan from Johnny suddenly pinching on your clit.

The fork fell from your hand and you legs drew closer instinctively as he fondled with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" Gyro asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine.. I'm okay- ah!" Another moan escaped your mouth but you put you hand over your mouth and acted as if it were just a cough.

"Just have some food stuck in my throat- but I'm okay". You bit your lip because you weren't sure if you could cover up the moan again as a cough.

"Here drink some water", Gyro said and placed the cup of water near you, but you motioned your hand saying you didn't need it and gulped down the food completely.

"Hey, you're sweating so much, are you okay?" He asked as he set the water down.

"What? Oh, it's just-" your legs drew closer as his finger pressed onto your bud "It's kind of hot in here, that's ah-all!" You hit your chest in a fist as if you were trying to make the food go down so Gyro wouldn't suspect anything. He looked at you for a moment, and you hoped he hadn't seen through your act, but the tension left you as he shrugged and said "okay" and indulged in his meal again.

Meanwhile Johnny beside you ate the food off his plate as if nothing was happening.

He just looked at you and smirked, then continued eating his dinner.

God that man really knew how to mess with you at the worse possible moments. What was he thinking, here in a diner? Not that you minded though... because it seemed no matter how much your mind tried to deny it your legs didn't, in fact you unconsciously spread them a little further to help him out.

He continued to tease your clit a little longer before he swiped up and down you folds, then inserted one finger into you.

Just one? Maybe he was just trying to tease you and make you beg for him to put in more, but it wasn't going to work.

He slowly pumped his finger into you, feeling how wet you became already, and suddenly, out of nowhere made you feel burning pleasure from within you.

"Shit!" You cursed again, slamming the fork onto the table. You covered your mouth, pretending it was a cough again as the sudden feeling made moans unwittingly come out of your mouth.

"Got- food stuck- in my- throat- ah-again!" You blurted out. Gyro and a few others in the diner looked at you worriedly.

Fuck, you were being too loud, you had to control yourself. Johnny surely wasn't going to pull away now, he was definitely enjoying how you were humiliating yourself right now in front of everyone.

Once every one got back to their meals, you looked down between your legs and were surprised with what you saw.

There were hints of blue and yellow on Johnny's hand, the blue faintly shaped as a ring and the yellow as stars.

He was using his rotation on you. How did he even get such an idea?

If you were going to be honest, it felt too good, it felt exhilarating. The way the tip of his finger spun inside of you, vibrating within your wet walls.

How were you supposed to keep quiet now?

It felt so intense.. there were just so many sensations bursting from within your pussy... God you could even begin to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the minute..

As if one finger wasn't enough he slipped in another one that was in rotation as well.

Fuck this man really knew how to pull your strings.

The doubled pleasure was getting to you, it was only a matter of time before your moans came out loud and clear.

You gripped the fork in your hand while your legs began to shake, as well as your entire body, trembling from the pleasure...

Your vison began to blur as you looked down on your plate. But you could no longer eat, not without moaning and banging the table.

So you set down your fork and rested your face on your hand, looking out the window.

Tears started to brim your eyes and your cheeks burned while your legs trembled from his touch.

You were getting close to your climax already. The pulsating between your legs increased and your legs shook more.

You bit you lip from the pleasure, trying your best to keep quiet... but all you wanted to do was cry out to Johnny, to cling to him, and tell him how what he was doing felt too good.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Gyro spoke.

"I'm done. I'm going to go and see how Valkyrie is doing and get her ready to go." He said as he got up from his side of the booth and walked out, leaving you with Johnny.

"Johnny~", you moaned quietly under your breath. "It feels really good... ah~".

"You like it that hm?"

"Yes... mhm.. I do."

"Will you cum for me?"

"Yes, yes! I will cu- cum", you said shakily. Your breath was already getting heavy, and the trembling in your legs was increasing.

"I'm gonna cum Johnny," you whispered. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu- ah!"  it felt as though a band snapped in you, followed by your panties getting drenched.

Johnny stopped the rotation and swirled his fingers around in your walls then pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them in the most arousing way... he swirled his tongue around his 2 fingers and gave them a small suck.

The sight made you dampen your panties a little more.

"Guess we should going." He said calmly, getting up from the booth.

"Yeah, we should. You go ahead, I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay", he said, and walked away.

Fuck... that man was just too good. If he kept this up he was surely going to be the death of you, but yet you wanted more, more of him because you couldn't deny the way he made you feel, the intense pleasure he gave you.

You sighed and slowly got up from your seat, feeling your legs still slightly tremble, and walked out of the diner to catch up with Johnny and Gyro.

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つ giving gyro some head cause he deserves it lmao

cws: blowjob, facefuck, dacryphilia

“ Mi bella, so damn fine,”

Gyro often finds it hard to keep his mouth shut. Even more so when it comes to you. So chatty, talks alot when he really doesn't need to. You're looking at him with such eager eyes and he can't help but make comments about how you're almost acting like his dick's your last meal on earth. Unbluckle his belt slowly and he'd chuckle down at you for being such a fuckin' tease. Trying to act all composed like you wouldn't be begging for his cock if it wasnt down your throat right now.

He’s impatient. Gyro pushes himself to the hilt and it quickly has you wanting to tap out. You’re gagging & mewling around it. He doesn't let you pull off though, firmly keeping his hand on the back of your head. Then blurts out some fleeting nonsense about how you could take it and it wont be long, being soso selfishly indulgent. You really did always bite off more than you could chew.

His tip thats constantly hitting the back of your throat's threatening to make the tears collecting at your lower eyelids spill over. It spurs him on. He wants to make them fall and eventually, they do.

“ There's that fuckin' face I love,” he hums, makes you resemble something close to a bitch in heat. Knew you loved it when he treated you like one too. Smug smile with how the girth of him was making you choke. So much cockiness in the way he looked at you. With your jaw now starting to ache, all you could do was keep it slack for him to use and chase his high with. It's nasty at this point, unreasonable amounts of your spit mixed with his pre running against your chin. Down your chest. Pretty face being met with a continuous thump, thump, thump of his balls. Same face that was so innocent looking earlier, now completely ruined and smeared with his slick. and truly, you’re starting to believe u might pass out if he keeps this up for any longer. Atleast the way he looks & sounds rn makes it all so unbelievably worth it. "—so close. swallow for me," muttered through a string of groans and curses, its all he can muster, seeming so lost in his pleasure. World reduced to the spot between your lips and the way his cock slips in and out of your throat without a hitch.

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So... Can I have Gyro Zeppeli's nsfw alphabet, pretty please? 🤭🤭 thank you so much, love you!

Thank you for your request, my lovely anon, I love you too💚😘

Note: in all NSFW alphabets I describe how this character acts during sex with different partners, NOT with someone they love

Warnings: NSFW

Gyro Zeppeli NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gyro is good at aftercare. He gives his partner massages, strokes their body and cuddles up with them. If partner ask for something(like glass of water or running a bath for them) Gyro would do it as fast as he can and return to canoodling with them

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On partners Zeppeli loves their thighs, especially if they’re sick and plump, he squeezes and plays with it, licks and marks them. On his body Gyro loves his dick, he likes if a lot and finds it pretty

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The amount of sperm Gyro produces is average, it’s very watery and almost transparent, has very salty taste. Blonde doesn’t care much where to cum, everywhere on partner’s body is great for him, but creampies have special place in his heart

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once, when he was 18, he was almost caught fucking his “best friend” by his father. Gregorio heard some weird noises coming from Gyro’s room, but when he checked it out, there was nothing strange there. Gyro heard his father’s steps and hid himself and his friend Alberto in a wardrobe and kept fucking him while Gregorio looked around his room looking for something that caused those sounds

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

At the age of 17 Gyro already was pretty experienced, so, his body count is reaching 100, maybe even more, he’s literally expert in sex, he knows what to do, where to lick and stroke, when he should slow down and when to fasten his pace

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite positions are 69 and all related to missionary. Gyro loooves when female partners sit on his face, squeezing his head between their thighs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Gyro is always goofy, it’s just the way he is. Sex isn’t something serious for Zeppeli, he’s sure that it must be comfortable for both partners - jokes and puns are the best way to chill both him and partner out and set on a right mood

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Gyro always has a short bush down there, it’s color matches his drapes. On his partner Gyro doesn’t care much, some interesting intim haircuts really turn blonde on

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gyro is goofy, but he’s also very passionate, he kisses and caresses partner’s body, whispers something dirty into their ear and praises them. “Damn, babe, look what you’re doing to me. You’ve already made me cum for four times and I’m reaching my next orgasm. You’re such a little precious whore, aren’t you, huh?”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gyro is very horny and is up to sex almost all day, so if there’s nobody who attracts him physically nearby, he’ll just do it by himself, using his hands(and maybe steel balls). Everytime Gyro gets bored - he masturbates. Jacks off every night before sleeping, and, sometimes, after waking up, but it depends on his mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh, there’s a lot of. Dirty talking, daddy kink, creampies, choking, marking, cock warming, facesitting, facefucking, outdoor sex, squirting, edging, degrading and dominance over him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere, every location is fine. Of course he has his limits and would never fuck at the place where kids may see him, but all other places are good

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything. A pretty guy winked at him - Gyro has a tent in his pants. A few dirty words whispered in his ear make him 100% ready, it takes almost zero efforts to make Zeppeli going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There are not a lot of things that Gyro would refuse to do, he’s willing to try out everything! But everything related to shit, wormit or blood is his NO, don’t even ask for it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both giving and receiving. Gyro may spend hours eating out/sucking off his partner. When it comes to receiving Zeppeli loves to see partner’s red teary face while they’re choking on his dick. The sight of it makes him cum down their throat almost immediately

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gyro’s pace is usually normal, not too slow but is also not fast. But it depends on his partner and on how close Zeppeli is to orgasm. When he’s nearing his high during sex, Gyro’s thrusts become rougher and faster, but when he teases his partners he moves so slowly, that it almost hurts

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely loves them. What can be better than being sucked off during a 10 min lunch break? When it’s so much hornieness and so little time, quickie is a perfect solving of a problem

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Outdoor sex is one of his biggest kinks, Gyro gets so thrilled by a thought that someone can catch him fucking some pretty girl(or guy🌝), adrenaline sends shivers running down his spine, all his senses go crazy, stars shine bright in his eyes

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually Gyro goes for 4-6 rounds, each of them lasts for about 10 minutes, but blonde lasts longer during oral sex(but it really depends on his partner’s skills)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any toys, but he has his steel balls! They are perfect vibrators that stimulates all right places and nerves

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It really depends on blonde’s mood. There are times when Gyro just wants to blow off the stem and things such a teasing or edging only piss him off more. But when he’s feeling tricksy he may spend hours between partner’s legs, fucking them mercilessly, almost letting them cum, and stopping the last moment

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man never shuts up, he talks and talks and talks... He has a really dirty mouth, praises mingled with swearings slips of his tongue, moans and quiet groans accompany his every thrust

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gyro doesn’t like to be a bottom with male partners. His ass hurts the next few days and he can’t ride his horse properly, so he always insists on being a top

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is 5,5 inches when fully hard, not curved and isn’t veiny. The tip is slightly smaller that the shaft and is very sensual

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gyro is very horny. Really really really horny. Most of his thoughts are about sex, masturbation, naked bodies of his partners and, sometimes, about Johnny’s ass. He wants to fuck 24/7, his sex drive is crazy

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gyro isn’t one who needs to rest after sex, just a few minutes to catch his breath and he’s ready for new adventures

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Gyro Zeppeli General headcanons

18+

-he is chaotic bisexual and no you cannot change my mind

-top

-soft dom

-loves making you beg. Ultimately he's going to give you everything but he loves to see you plead for his touch

-he really likes to praise you and compliment your body

-he likes pulling your hair and having his hair pulled.

-has no qualms about tying you up if that's what you're into, but also loves for you to be able to touch him and hold onto him.

-if you wrap your legs around him, guaranteed he's going to melt.

-nyo-ho

-his favorite place to cum is inside you, and he likes to watch it leak out

-likes giving and receiving oral

-if he's on the receiving end, he'll just twine his fingers through your hair and throat fuck you, not letting you have any time to do the work.

-he's big but not too big. His dick is pretty proportionate with the rest of his body.

-he looooooves hips and thighs. He's not really a boobs or butt guy, he does like dick though.

-he has a lot of stamina, but don't expect multiple rounds. He's more of a one and done kind of guy.

-maybe a bit of an exhibitionist, he doesn't really mind where you fuck.

-dont let anyone lie to you. He's a big softie. He cares deeply and shows it in his own way

-when you're done fucking, he'll let you fall asleep on top of him, which is nice because he is a human furnace. Very warm. 100/10 would absolutely recommend.

-Eyes of heaven is my Canon now.

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 48: "My head hurts."

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

A Jury of One

Part 1/? next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Gyro Zeppeli x Reader (She/Her AFAB)

[SUMMARY] Do you tell them? Should you explain why you kept your gender a secret? Did you even really need to? No… Gyro and Johnny had proven long ago they were your friends, you didn't need to keep this big of a secret from them for this long… but surely they have things they don’t tell you either. (Fic takes place mid part 7)

[WC] 2.6k

[!!!] Reader disguises as a man as a major plot point. no major sbr plot points mentioned in this part but it takes place early-middle of the race, spoilers will arise. longer than chin length hair is implied but can be ignored. smoking swearing and drinking on the other hand...

[PREFACE] You were framed for murder lol (maybe we’ll talk abt this later teehee) Thankfully, you’re hot and sexy and managed to get away from the initial chaos! Then you were in hiding for a few years since… yk… Your name is still hot, but things have started to die down due to the passage of time. You always risk recognition, but are fairly confident that no one is specifically looking for you anymore. But you needed money ohhhh no what are you gonna do!? surprise surprise, its enter a horse race for the cash prize. Aaaaaand if you have to disguise yourself anyways, might as well get the benefits of being a man, considering how dangerous it might be. You landed on the name August, paying homage to the month the crime took place

[AN] so i def want to do more of this story line because i am incredibly incredibly normal about Johnny joestar and also have a lot of ideas for him with this concept sooooooooo yeah im gonna write him an apology plotline bbg deserves better. also also totally had an idea for a Diego tie in. Maybe I’m just horny for cowboys idk

The heat was relentless, beating down on your shoulders as you rode behind Gyro and Johnny. Under normal circumstances, the bandana around your face was a blessing; it was easy to justify its necessity in the harsh, arid sandstorms that left your eyes watering in pain. Today, however, it was stifling. The fabric you’d grown accustomed to was now trapping your face with the heat and sweat of the desert itself, but you didn't dare take it off. Not out here. Not with them.

It was a strange dynamic—one that left you feeling like you’d snuck into this odd little group while hiding the only thing that could change it all. Not to mention, traveling with two of the most observant and stubborn men in the Steel Ball Run race felt like walking a tightrope, considering the situation you were in. For weeks now, every glance, every accidental brush too close, every ill-timed cough or slip of your voice was a disaster waiting to happen. You were beginning to question the reason for keeping the secret in the first place, but you knew the risk of letting them in…

If either of them even recognized you, it would be enough to implicate them for harboring a criminal. You’d been donning the name ‘August’ for so long, the one you were born with had felt unnatural. Plus, it was much easier to sleep at night knowing they didn't know your gender, let alone your true identity. Or maybe it was a mercy to yourself. Maybe it was easier to forget about one secret when you were so obsessed with keeping another. Honestly, the fact you’d managed to keep both of these things hidden this long was impressive enough in itself.

That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been a few close calls, though.

The first was weeks ago, when Johnny tried to help with an injury after a rough day of riding. What had originally just been some friendly competition rapidly turned into bloodshed, and your right leg had taken significant damage in the process. You found yourself settling in for the night with a deeper appreciation for the spare pants you decided to pack, the others having been ripped to the calf and covered in blood.

“You’re limping,” the American said when you returned to camp, eyes wide as he gestured for you to sit next to him.

“It's nothing, Johnny,” you’d replied, brushing him off. Unfortunately, you didn't manage to stifle the gasp of pain that snuck through your lips as you shifted your weight to sit down.

“Woah, easy man,” Johnny cooed, instinctively placing his arms around your shoulders to help support your weight.

Gyro, who was tending the fire, had turned and crouched beside you—a rare moment of care showing on his face. “Let me see.”

“No,” you said too quickly, “It’s fine, really.”

But Johnny had already started tugging at the hem of your pants, and Gyro leaned in, all traces of his lighthearted demeanor gone. It wasn’t malicious, you knew. This was from a place of worry for a friend and their wellbeing; they were trying to treat a wound. But still, you’d panicked, slapping their hands away with more force than necessary.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, pulling the leg back with a wince.

Both men instantly froze, exchanging a look, and for a moment you thought the jig was up… Then Gyro shrugged, leaning back on his heels with that stupid lopsided grin of his.

“Suit yourself, ragazzo,” he said, the usual lightness back in his voice. “But if you lose that leg, don’t complain to me.”

That was one of the many quirks you had noticed after spending weeks with Gyro Zeppeli. No matter how much you and Johnny would tease him for it, it was as if he couldn’t help letting his native tongue slip out. Little nicknames, terms of endearment, even jabs at ‘mistakes’ others made seemed more natural in the foreign dialect.

“Attento, you’ll fall off your horse if you keep riding like that,” he’d call out to friend and foe alike. It had grown on you, you hated to admit.

Speaking of Gyro, the second close call you’d had was worse, and he was at its center.

It was late, the three of you camped in a small grove of trees, unfortunately cramped together in one tent due to the cold. You’d worried about the bandana falling off in the night at the beginning of the race, but had since found that it stayed put rather well. On this particular evening, you’d already dozed off, exhausted from the day's ride, only to wake with a start when Gyro’s hand clamped over the fabric on your face.

“Shh,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. “Don’t freak out. Can’t reach Johnny without making too much sound so you’ll have to get him. Something’s out there.”

Your heart pounded as you realized how close he was, arm braced over you, body pressed tightly against yours. You froze, ignoring all instruction as terror washed over you. Something—anything—could give you away. You couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t felt anything, and this thought threw all logic out of your already sleep deprived brain. Thankfully, before you could even think to acknowledge what the Italian had said, Johnny's voice broke the silence.

“What is it?” he asked, sitting up, groggy but alert.

The hands around you tensed, and you noted a heavy pause before he acknowledged anything. “Probably just a coyote,” Gyro muttered, pulling back and letting you go. He might not have said anything, might not have noticed in the first place even, but you couldn’t help but notice how his brow furrowed before he turned away… how the creases in his forehead crinkled inwards, how his chin cocked slightly upward. Not that you paid attention to that kind of thing.

As you sat here now, riding their tails, a part of you debated feeling bad. They thought you were just another competitor, a guy with a knack for keeping quiet and an uncanny ability to fix up injuries or keep things in order. You played it well, you thought. The bandana and baggy clothes did most of the heavy lifting outside of your vocal adjustments. Without a doubt, you knew you could keep the act up and remain as masculine to Johnny as you were on day one.

But Gyro…

You were starting to second guess some things, let's put it that way.

When you had initially joined their little duo, he’d treated you similar to every other man he met: with boisterous humor, a touch of arrogance, and a list a mile long of half-baked philosophies on life. You found yourself biting your tongue at first, cringing when he launched into one of his grandiose speeches. Especially when his words started drifting; there was only so much ‘guy talk’ you could take, after all.

”Men are born to conquer, to lead, to endure hardship,” he’d drunkenly said one evening by the fire, gesturing wildly with a half-eaten strip of jerky. “Women, well, they’ve got their strengths too, but-”

He faded off with a glance in your direction. “Don’t stop there,” you’d muttered before you could help yourself. “I'm dying to hear the rest.”

Johnny had laughed innocently enough, but Gyro had given you a long look before letting out a soft chuckle. “Sharp tongue, eh?”

You considered this close call number three.

But now…

The way he spoke to you had shifted. As the three of you rode in tense silence, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his attention had been lingering a little too much lately. He’d always been loud, brash, abrasive, and impossible to ignore, but now there was something different. Subtle, but there. Honestly, a part of you wondered if he even knew he was doing it… if he knew he was forgetting to ask Johnny if he needed help off his horse or extra bedding on cold nights like he did for you.

“Don’t fall behind,” Gyro snapped you from the thought, voice carrying with a deep richness over the dry air as he turned around in his saddle to face you. “Not everyone has my stamina, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, grateful for the fabric covering the annoyed expression you couldn’t suppress. “I’ll keep up, don’t worry about me.”

He chuckled, turning back around, but not before letting his gaze linger another second too long. You thought you were making things up at this point, surely if someone as arrogant as Gyro had figured it out, there’s no way he’d keep his mouth shut about it.

Unless he knew too much.

But you didn’t want to give that thought any power over you or the relationship you had begrudgingly formed.

The sun was sinking lower as you continued on, casting a long shadow over the land ahead. Your exhaustion was setting in, and even Johnny was starting to complain about the final stretch of the journey.

“How far is the town?” He called from the front, voice tight with irritation.

“Couple more miles,” Gyro said, scanning the horizon. “We’ll make it before dark.”

You said nothing, too tired to deepen your voice more than necessary. Water had started to run low, it wasn’t dangerous yet, but you had been forced to ration out your canteen. You weren't at any risk of dehydration, but you were definitely starting to feel the strain on your vocal cords. Johnny and Gyro, of course, didn’t need to factor something like this into their trail planning. Nor had they needed to account for menstruation… that had been a truly awful week.

You were planning on remaining this detached until you reached the checkpoint town, knowing a night in a real bed would ease some of the tension you’d been feeling in the wilderness.

That was before Gyro slowed Valkyrie, letting his horse fall in step beside yours. He leaned slightly toward you, grin shifting into something softer, something almost teasing.

”You holding up back here, regazza?” he asked.

Your breath caught.

It was so casual, so smooth that you’d almost missed it. Johnny didn't even flinch. Granted, you couldn’t know if he’d even heard it; he was too busy squinting at the horizon, muttering something under his breath about wanting real food. But you? You were frozen. Did he know?

You might not know Italian, but your time around the man had taught you a thing or two about pronoun structure… that, and he’d never called you anything but ‘regazzo’ up until now.

Gyro didn't look at you directly, but you saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a smirk, daring you to react.

You didn't. You couldn’t. You had to convince yourself it was just a mistake. You couldn’t react no matter his intention. You felt like you could die-

Instead of dying, you kept your eyes straight forward, your grip tightening on the reins until your knuckles ached and nails dug into your palms. Heat rose to your cheeks, and for the first time all day you were thankful for the disgustingly sweaty bandana stuck to your face. You forced yourself to stay calm, as if hearing the feminine form of a word hadn’t struck you like a bolt of lightning.

Would a guy have reacted the same way? What would Johnny have said? Would he have acknowledged the difference? Should you have? Did he know? Was your silence incrimination enough?

You already knew the answer was yes, and you cursed yourself for freezing instead of just playing it off in the moment.

He didn't say it again, and didn't seem fond of breaking the silence that followed, but the damage was done. The road was now suffocatingly quiet, tension becoming more palpable by the minute.

And there were still miles to go.

At one point, you thought it would be impossible, each hoofbeat heavy with what remained unspoken.

The trail seemed endless ahead of you. And he was always there, right beside you, making it impossible to pretend. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes kept screaming a victory. His gaze fell somewhere between savoring the tension he’d created and yearning for you to take the initiative to break it.

“How are you holding up?” He finally muttered once the town was in sight, his voice light and teasing in a way that made your stomach tighten.

You barely managed to suppress a shiver running through you. “Fine,” you muttered, pushing the unease down.

“Mm, fine, huh?” Gyro drawled, slowing and nudging his horse closer to yours. “Looks like there’s something on your mind, don’t look so fine to me.”

You could feel his gaze, sharp and unrelenting. It made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to remain indifferent. “It’s nothing,” you said, as casually as you could manage.

Still, your pulse quickened. You couldn’t help it, you knew exactly where this was going. Before he could answer, Johnny, blissfully ignorant, turned his head around, humming a little tune. “Almost there, boys. Nice bed, nice real meal—maybe even a bath, eh?”

Gyros' eyes rolled as they flickered to him. “I bet you’ll have fun with that,” he said with his usual tone. You clenched your jaw, hoping that would be the end of his comments.

You should have known better.

”You know,” Gyro broke the silence seconds later, “I have a feeling Auggie is gonna splurge on his own room tonight. Just a hunch.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, grip tightening again as you forced yourself to stay quiet.

Johnny, bless his soul, quipped right back. “Not if I beat him to it! I’ve had enough of your snoring, Zeppeli.” He started looking around, eager to get to the inn.

Gyro, on the other hand, seemed to be studying you still, waiting for you to crack, to give him any hint that you’d understood the implication of his words.

But you stayed quiet. You somehow ignored the fire burning in your stomach as his gaze overstayed its welcome.

As you pulled into the town, you were looking for any excuse to linger behind. Johnny must have been reading your mind to some capacity, as he was more helpful towards this goal than Gyro was.

“I’ll get our rooms, on me for stealing first from you Zeppeli-“ he started.

“Was that before or after Hot Pants stole first from you, Johnny?” You couldn’t help yourself, you were still enjoying the look on his face from earlier in the afternoon when the actual lineup was announced.

He scoffed at you, a lighthearted smile showing that he appreciated the banter, “Just put up Slow Dancer for me, will you?” he asked, eager to get inside to rest.

Gyro didn't move as he spoke, keeping his eyes fixed instead on you. “Of course. Thank you for handling it, Johnny, that’s very kind.”

The kid was already gone when you started to dismount, but Gyro’s voice stopped you cold.

“I'm thinking,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper meant just for you. “We’re gonna need to have a little chat, bella. Just us.”

The weight of his words—no, word—pressed down like a thousand bricks. If by some miracle you were able to play off ‘regazza,’ this was intended as a blunt confrontation of your ignorance. But you knew better than that. More importantly, you knew Gyro Zeppeli knew you better than that. So, you froze, fingers still on the reins, body tensing at the intensity in his gaze. He didn't break eye contact as he leaned in slightly, hands wandering to assist your descent from the horse.

”I'll meet you inside,” he added as you reached the ground, handing the other two leads to you. “I'll even get us some drinks. Don’t keep me waiting.”

continue to next part ->

woooo first fic posted in a while. thanks for reading :)

read other works and progress announcements on my masterlist !!

[cowboycakes]

Extremely long time, no see, but I just updated American Mouth (Gyro x Johnny) on Ao3! Rated Explicit.

[cowboycakes]

Updated my Johnny x Gyro fic y’all (Chapters 5 and 6 new on Ao3)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Everything went according to plan... Gyro Zeppeli returned to Italy after winning the Steel Ball Run race, leaving Johnny Joestar behind to recover from the race and build a life alone in America. However, there’s one thing that catches Johnny by surprise: his newly acknowledged attraction to his now long-distance best friend.

[cowboycakes]

Hey y’all! I’m writing this Johnny x Gyro fic series (slow burn, friends to lovers) on Ao3 if anyone’s interested, set in a post-Steel Ball Run AU!

Rating is explicit (18+). Contains spoilers since it is set after SBR. Please heed the tags <3