haha, yes! Im very excited for it actually.
I been thinking of coming back to this blog; SBR is still so dear in my heart. I think I'll give it another reread to refresh my mind before the anime drops
As long as you are willing to write for Gyro, I'm willing to beg ask for him. Sooooo, can I ask for some headcanons about his gf waking him up with a bj?... I wanna suck his dick so bad, it's not even funny anymore :(
WAKING HIM UP WITH HEAD. Â â gyro zeppeli
â Â his reaction to being abruptly woken up to the sight of you blowing him at 4am in the morning
âș feat. gyro zeppeli x fem!reader
âș trigger/content warnings. Â smut ; (consensual) somno, oral (m receiving)
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âș note. happy sunday everyone, hope you had a good weekend! sorry this took me a bit anon, hope you can forgive me<3. but honestly i feel you anon, i have the exact same problem. đ
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gyro zeppeli.
âž honestly and truly, Gyro has fantasized about this. god, he loves the idea of you waking him up by wrapping your pretty little lips around his cockhead.
âž heâs not shy about it either, heâs brought up the idea to you out of nowhere whenever Johnny wasnât around. (actually, sometimes johnny was around. but johnny would always mentally escape before he heard any more of Gyros fantasies)
âž either way, you knew Gyro wouldâve loved this. so deciding to play nice, you indulged in him. just this once.
âž you had to plan for this, doing it while camping out somewhere wouldâve been nice but because johnny was such a light sleeper, he wouldâve easily woken up to the sound of Gyroâs belt unbuckling.
âž unfortunately for Gyro, he unknowingly had to wait until you three made it to a town to finally sleep in an old motel of the sort.
âž there would usually be two rooms left out, you johnny and Gyro had a rotation on who shared what bed and who doesnât. luckily, today happened to be the day johnny had the room to himselfâŠ
âž Gyro didnât tell you this, but he had a vague idea that you were planning something. all day and for the past two days youâve had this mischievous glint to your eye, always smiling so eerily at him on occasion. in his mind, he thought heâs finally annoyed you enough to where youâre planning his murder đ.
âž back on topic, when it finally comes down to it, youâre a little nervous. Gyro was a weird kind of sleeper, he could sleep through seven buildings collapsing all at once but shot up in his bedroll with no hesitation when heâd hear Valkyrie in any sort of distress. so honestly, your chances of being caught were split; and you were hoping that whatever god was out there was on your side tonight.
âž it was a few hours past midnight and thatâs when you decided to finally go through with your plan, swallowing all doubt once your hands reached his belt. slowly undoing it and freezing whenever Gyro would shift or groan in his sleep.
âž surprise surprise, it didnât take much for Gyro to get hard. at the contact of your cool hands, the thing was already half-hard (đ).
âž pressing feathery light kisses against his stomach, you felt Gyro beginning to shift around and mumble something, but he didnât wake up yet.
âž you tried not to think too much about it when your mouth wrapped itself around him. this wasnât your first time sucking him off, but your throat could never quite get used to his thickness. you had to go down painfully slow to avoid any gagging, in your mind you could already envision Gyroâs impatience.
âž when you got down to the rhythm of it, bobbing your head down and briefly moving up to suck on his tip, Gyro had begun to stir himself awake. you felt your heart pounding against your chest when Gyro lifted his hands to feel up whatever was touching him.
➠opening his eyes and peering down at you, it took a bit for Gyro to process what the hell he was seeing but once it clicked, holy fucking christ⊠did he die and go to heaven?
âž you were sat on your side, hands jerking up where your mouth couldnât reach. Gyro could feel your warm tongue pressing flatly against him; when you finally pull away with an obscene âpopâ you looked up at him with feigned innocence and a sweet smile, âgood morningâ
âž fucking hell, youâre going to be the death of him.
âž Gyroâs hands brushed any hair sticking to your face away, then moved up to pat your head accordingly. he couldnât form words, maybe it was the overwhelming excitement growing in his chest from the whole ordeal. instead, he nudged you down to get you to keep going.
âž Gyro felt himself relax with a loud sigh when he felt your mouth back on him. he lets you do the work with little guidance than usual, closing his eyes and reveling in the pleasure. on occasion, youâll look up at him and admire how cute he is with his lips parted and trying to focus on not cumming early.
âž you would make that hard though. from how well you were sucking him off, to how good you looked doing itâŠyeah, he wasnât gonna last long. mans had to stop you for a moment.
âž heâd joke about you not giving him a fighting chance. you only rolled your eyes at it with one of those laughs you do through your nose and went back down on him.
âž whenever you blew him, Gyro always had a habit of grabbing onto your hair harshly and pushing you down onto his length when heâs about to cum. but because he was still partially sleepy, he let you go at your own pace.
âž you felt Gyroâs cock twitch on your tongue, as well as the shaking of his thighs; he was close. you purposely slowed down and occasionally sped up, you were driving him crazy and all he could do was sit there and take it.
âž it didnât take long after for the familiar feeling of Gyroâs thick cum spilling down your throat. he always came a lot more than the average man, it was nearly impossible to swallow it all without choking but you still tried.
âž to Gyro, it was hot. seeing you gag on his dick while cum dribbled down your chin. under normal circumstances, he wouldâve loved to fuck your throat right this instance but heâd save that for another day.
➠when it was all said and done, you crawled up the bed and sat next to him. the whole ordeal still processing in your mind, you didn't even notice Gyro place his thumb on your lips.
âThat was hot, you should do that again sometime.â
â Diego will spend too much of his time thinking about you, dreaming of you and how itâd feel like to be kissed by you. but heâd still swear up and down that what he feels is not love.
âș feat. Diego Brando x gn!reader
âș cw/tws. sfw; fluff â diego pinning after reader, diego being stupid đ
âș word count. 1.4k
âș note. happy saturday!! i gave diego a plush because i kept seeing fanart of him with one and đ⊠i enjoyed it too much so i just made up lore for it :). anyways, just a cute little fic of diego crushing <3
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Diego Brando's a genius in the jockey world. there isnât a man in the profession who doesnât know who âDioâ is. he's known even outside of the horse riding circle. if you hadn't heard of him, you just lived under a rock.
point being, Diegos a man whoâs larger than life. he strives for perfection and nothing less. he is a man of his word, when he wants something he takes it. even if it means fighting tooth and nail for it. diegoâs utter perfection; from his looks and charm down to his intelligence.
Diego Brando is perfect. he always has been, always will be.
so how did someone like Diego find himself in this sort of situation? sitting on a tree stump beside the fire, mulling over some random country-bumpkin he had only recently met a few weeks prior.
yes, unfortunately, Diego had found himself infatuated with someoneâŠsomeone that was on another level from he was, below him that is.
âare you gonna quit poutinâ and come help me?â you huff, setting up the makeshift tent behind your âriding partnerâ. you had only met Diego a few weeks ago and became reluctant companions for the rest of the race. it was a âyou help me, I help youâ sort of deal.
âhelp you? hm, I don't know⊠you seem fine on your own. I think you can manage just fine.â Diego hums with disinterest, poking at the fire with a stray stick he found laying around.
he hears you groan but chooses to ignore you. Diego couldnât exactly be bothered to care in this current moment, he couldnât bring himself to face you. right now, you were his biggest obstacle. it had only been a few weeks but Diego couldn't seem to get you off his mind. âchrist Brando get it together. how could you let yourself get so infatuated with someone in such a short amount of time??â
it was the loneliness the race brings, it had to have been. yeah, Diego just wanted a quick fuck, thatâs all. though, it still made him sick to his stomach knowing deep down there was so much more than that.
you sat down next to Diego on the ground with a loud sigh. he turned over to you with a scowl and you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the neatly made tent hidden in the shade by the rocks.
âyouâre welcome!â you sarcastically say, with a smile of course. that damn smile.
Diego peers over and takes a good look at how you pitched the tent. he notices how you took the time to neatly lay out the bedrolls, even including that small ratty plush toy from his childhood that he carried around with him on occasion. he glares at it slightly. it was something that he hid from the public, he only used it to sleep whenever thoughts about his mom crept up.
but you knew about it.
you were there when one of his nightmares got to him bad and the only real comfort he had was that stupid stupid dinosaur toy his mom had found covered in the dirt one day. it was damaged and missing several limbs but she somehow fixed it. that stupid toy was the last gift (and only gift) ever given to him by his mom, something that he'd sworn to keep with him forever. a dinosaur, huh? ironic. did she know that heâd become one?
âhmph. itâs decent enough.â
âyouâre too picky, Diego. least you could say was âyouâre welcomeâ like a normal person!â you whined in annoyance, you expected as much. after being around Diego constantly for a while, you knew his words just meant âyou did good, thanksâ
Diego knew that you knew. and apart of him hated it; hated the fact that you had come to know him so well. how dare you. Diego could feel himself reluctantly becoming closer with you, something that he hates and secretly likes all at the same time.
âanyways, once youâre done having your little pity party over here, come join me in the tent. itâs getting late yâknow, wouldnât want our princess to lose out on beauty sleep.â you tease, poking a quick jab at Diego's side, only making him glare in response.
but that was his first mistake, looking at you. it was for a second, a fucking second! and itâs already getting his thoughts racing.
heâll admit (through gritted teeth) that you were cute. attractive, sure whatever. you had this charm to you, one completely different from his own. it made you likable. it only took one glance for Diego to know that back home you mustâve had a lot of friends. maybe even had many people crushing on you as well.
maybe that was it. it was just your charm. but that would mean Diego had fallen for it, and he refuses to say anything of the sort. it should be the other way around! (the thought that heâd rather have you into him more is something Diego would rather not delve into either).
âJesus Brando, get it to-fucking-gether. just what is your problem?? you only met them a few weeks ago. youâre better than this, overcome this.â
Diego looked over at you, lying peacefully in the tent on your sleeping bag. absentmindedly playing with the limbs of Diego's toy. normally, heâd chew you out about it. (maybe literally). but for some reason, he felt no real urge to fight or argue with you about it.
what did that mean exactly? thatâs something Diego would rather not think too deeply about.
Diego lets out a loud groan, his hands finding their way to his hair and tugging at his blonde locks. heâs driving himself crazy. just how could someone like you get him to act so.. juvenile.
eventually, he pulls himself out of his head and crawls over to where you lay. he doesnât utter a word to you, not having the energy to muster up anything worth saying. instead, he simply faces away from you and grumbles something under his breath.
to you, it just seems like heâs in a sour mood. (typical). for him? he was in a sour mood; because of you.
âdieeegoooooo~â you chime, poking lightly at his back. you shouldâve known better than to bother him but you couldnât exactly help yourself.
âwhat.â Diego spits back, still refusing to look at you.
âhmm⊠your tail.â trying to hold back a laugh as you gently stroke the tail that has flopped itself onto you. subconsciously, most likely. you noticed Diego flinch at the sudden touch, yet he made no effort to stop you. âyour tails out.â
âgot a problem with it?â Diego finally shifts to face you, mostly to get the damn thing off of you.
âhmmâŠ. nope! I think it's cuteâ
whatever god is out there, is doing this just to torment him, huh? is this his punishment for his misdeeds? is this what he gets????
âit's a tail, whatâs so cute about it? you could find a any old lizard under a rock with the same kind.â Diego tries to keep up his bitter front. but the slight red to his cheeks give him away pretty easily, and itâs too hard to give up it up just yet.
âyeah but, not every lizard has its name decorated on its tail yâknow?â you sigh happily, facing to look up at the tent's âceilingâ. you could feel Diego staring (or maybe glaring) right at you, but you paid no mind. you knew Diego didnât hold any real malice towards you; it was all playful. maybe.
âit reminds me of a kid who has their mom write his name on his underwear,â you mutter silently to yourself, but Diego hears. and he isn't too happy about it either. he lightly smacks your chest which makes you sit up and apologize profusely.
Diego takes a good look at you, despite trying to be sincere you still held up that bright smile of yours. the very same smile Diego had come to both love and hate, mostly hate. as much as he didnât want to, he admired you for a second.
you were⊠pretty. yeah, thatâs the word. even while having dried blood on your clothes from the previous fight that day or the dirt stains on your pants from sitting on your knees too much, or the scars that littered your arms and parts of your face from all the battles of the week thanks to the saint corpse, you were still pretty. too pretty.
Diego knows better, he really does. in the back of his mind, he knows what it means when his heart begins to race when looking at you. or when his hands become so clammy when you're near. he knows what this feeling is.
but despite everything, heâll continue to tell himself that it isnât love.
â after neglecting your needs for too long, you end up asking your riding partner for âhelpâ.
âș feat. johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando x afab!reader
âș cw/tws. smut â oral (recieving & giving), fingering, handjob, light teasing, blowjob lol, barely beta read (sorry) Â
âș word count. 2kÂ
âș note. happy saturday, have this short thing? not gonna lie, i donât even remember what the inspiration for this was. didnât mean to write anything other than headcanons but i guess i couldnât help myself. oh well! enjoy.
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âž itâs been two in a half months since the start of the steel ball run. you had met your riding partner(s) by chance during the third stage, coming to a mutual agreement of helping each other out.
âž while being partnered up was nice, it helped quell the loneliness being out in the middle of foreign lands brought, it did little to soothe the tension building up within you.
âž truth be told, itâs been a while since youâve had time to yourself⊠with all the fighting and the holy corpse being tossed and dragged around like a game of tag, finding privacy was hard. sure, you could finish your business while your partner was sleeping but⊠shame would creep up and overtake you before anything could happen.
âž it doesn't help the fact that because youâve been stuck with them for so long, unspoken tension has been building up between the both of you. looks like your only option is to swallow your pride and ask for some helpâŠ.
johnny joestar !
asking johnnyâŠ.
âž at first, johnny would just stare at you blankly, processing everything you just said to him. âthey..they want me to touch em? just like that?â not to mention gyro was literally a few feet a way and surely had heard the absurd questionâŠ. âwhich is probably why he walked away furtherâŠâ
âž when it all settles into johnnyâs head, a cute dust of pink creeps up on johnnyâs cheeks. he adverts his gaze down to the small fire in the middle of the âcampâ you three had set. deep down, johnny had no real problems with this.
âž âyouâre real crazy for askinâ me to touch you while gyro was in earshot, heâll probably tease me for this in the morninâ but⊠letâs take advantage of the fact he ainât hereâ
one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. heâd been in bed with many women in the past for him to already have a clear picture of what could get you to tick.
and thatâs exactly what heâs doing, with his head between your thighs, johnny looks up at your expecting eyes. he can see clear as day how much you want him, he had barely done a thing and your thighs were already trembling.
âyou look so pretty, darlingâ he mutters loud enough for you to hear, once you advert your gaze johnny leans down to kiss your puffy clit. a cute gasp escapes your lips, eyes snapping right back to look at him.
âpay attention to me, okay?â
and thatâs the only warning he gives you as he dives back down to press his warm tongue against your folds. your body automatically jolts at the sudden contact, then quickly melts under his touch as he begins to lick a stripe up your sensitive pussy before sucking on your clit.
your hand slaps over your mouth as you try your hardest to bite back any moan that would erupt from you, fearing that gyro might hear what the two of you were up to.
âmmn, donât. let me hear youâ johnny mumbles into you, continuing what he was doing but with more pressure. making sure that any attempts of silencing yourself become futile. âbastardâ he knows gyroâs going to tease you both for this in the morning; yet, he doesnât care.
you nearly lost all composure when you felt a finger slip inside your entrance, curling it against your spongy walls. your eyes shut themselves tight as you tried to muffle a moan that rolled out your lips. you could barely contain yourself, hips bucking up into johnny. his fingers were long and slender, just barely reaching up just enough to hit a spot you loved.
peeking down, you could see johnny looking up at you, putting on a show of him licking at your swollen clit. fuck, he looked way to pretty down there, hair sticking to his face and his pretty plush lips, it was unfair.
gyro zeppeli !
asking gyroâŠ
âž much like johnny, gyro gives you a blank stare at first. but itâs mostly due to him being taken back, âso boldâ heâd think as his expression quickly morphs into one of mischief.
âž âoh bambina, my sweet little angel, how could i have not realized youâve been so neglected these past few days?â gyro would tease, pulling you close and trailing up your thigh. heâd watch as you nervously squirm and press your thighs together. âcuteâ. gyro would lean real close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe before continuing his teasing.
âž âtell me, how much do you want me to touch you?â his hands would stop right at the hem of your pants. gyro wouldnât go any further until you admitted how many nights you spent wishing heâd just help relieve you of all your troubles⊠those big hands of his, touching you in all the right places.
âž if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like youâd burst due to all the contact heâs giving you. after going for so long without any sort of intimacy, you cant help but get all worked up over it; and he knew this too.
âž when you finally tell him, gyro would merely laugh before setting you on his lap. as much as he wants to take you right then and there, he wants to savor this moment (to your dismay.)
gyro isnât exactly when it started, when he started fantasizing about you. admittedly, the race had made him increasingly needy just like it had to you. back in his hometown in Naples, he wouldâve given in by now and went seeking for the first pair of legs willing to open for him; sneaking around his strict father of course. but here, gyro couldnât do that as much as he wanted to.
yet here he is, getting ready to do the exact thing he swore off from doing. shamefully, he must admit that heâs spent countless nights thinking about fucking you stupid. the idea of seeing drool dribble down your swollen lips, his dark lipstick smeared all over your chest all while he pounds into your wet sensitive pussy, drives him crazy.
and here you are, straddling his lap while grinding down onto him, trying your hardest to get off. your glossy eyes filled with lust and need, staring up at him while you bit back your soft mewls.
gyro had no clue as to what he mustâve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.
âeager are we?â gyro hums, his hands squeezing down on the exposed flesh of your thighs. you were beautiful, and he didnât know if his patience would last. he wants you now, more than anything.
âgyroâŠâ you whine, tugging on his belt. he only chuckles before undoing it himself, letting you unzip and free him from his clothed restraints. you watch as his thick cock springs out, precum already leaking from his red tip. swallowing thickly, you can feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. you need him now..
gyro lets out a hiss when your hands begin to stroke him, putting his hand to the back of your head guiding you down to his lips. for a minute he lets you take control, letting your tongue invade his mouth. gyroâs hands move from your hips down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and ripping apart your tights, giving him access to your still clothed cunt.
impatience takes over you, sliding your panties to the side as you adjust yourself over him. mind clouded with the want and need to feel gyroâs thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.
gyroâs holds onto your hips with a firm grip, slowly pushing you down onto his length. you tried your hardest to silence the moan that threaten to escape you, already overwhelmed at how good he stretched you out, how good he felt inside of you.
âfuck, youâre so tight,â he mumbles, eyes shut tight as he fully takes in how good you feel around him.
âyou wear me so well, look so good like this,â he hums, kissing your cheek
diego brando !
asking diegoâŠ
âž diego gives you an expression that you canât really read, itâs teetering between âlustâ and âwhat the hell are you talking aboutâ. regret is already washing over you, asking diego shouldâve been the last thing you did. before you can scramble up a half assed excuse and go back to bed, diego interrupts your thoughts by patting the space next to him.
âž âvery well, come here.â he beckons you over. his expression is surprisingly soft, and his words donât hold their usual haughtiness. crawling over to him, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirs within you. diegoâs silent, unusually so.
âž âI'm not just doing this for your sake, is that clear? i can see the mutual benefit of this so I'll indulge you, just this once.â of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. âmaybe he felt lonely tooâŠâ
âž âbut first, youâll have to earn it.â the smugness in diegoâs voice is back, he smirks at your confused face before you notice him pointing at the ground in front of him. âahâŠof course.â
uncomfortably shifting on the ground, your knees were already aching the second you sat yourself in front of diego. asshole didnât have the decency to give you any sort of cushioning.
âwell, whatâre you waiting for? get on with it.â diego huffs, his dick already half hard with a very clear bulge on his left thigh. you roll your eyes before reaching for his belt.
you could feel diegoâs stare burning through you. you could easily tell in his mind he thought he held all the power, with his chest puffed out and a smug smirk plastered on his face; but you knew better than that.
from what you could tell, diego was the most needy one out of the two of you. from just one look you already knew how much diego wanted this, how much he longed to be touched in the same way you wanted.
you donât need to look up at him to tell that heâs biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed, giving the cutest expression unintentionally.
choosing to ignore the soft gasp that escapes diego when your hand lightly strokes his cock, or when your finger rubs against his too sensitive tip. diegoâs trying his damn hardest to keep up his composure and act, you gotta respect that man a little for that.
but, you still wanted to tease him just a bit.
âdiego,â you say, licking a slow stripe against his shaft, kissing his tip. you feel diego twitch ever so slightly when your tongue grazed past the hole, as well as hearing light curses under his breath.
looking up at him through your eyelashes, you keep eye contact as you begin to suck on his tip, tongue swirling around it before taking it in your mouth. by now, diegos had a cute tint of red on his cheeks. his breathing was unsteady and each time you pulled away to press kisses down his shaft, his patience ran thin just by a little.
âjesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!â diego groans in annoyance, having half the mind to just push you down onto him and fuck your face right then and there. but he wanted to be nice today⊠let you set the pace. but he was beginning to regret that
âpatience wasnât always your strong suitâ you tease.
truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didnât take long for you to give into his demands. of course, giving into diego was the only choice you had, unless you wanted to deal with an extremely whiny and needy diego later.
Subby Diego waiting for you to do something to him, his ass up in the air, his fingers spreading himself open, I'd like to believe that this man has a heavy breeding kink, and wants to be bred by his beloved
he would beg for you at your most inconvenient times as well. when youâre working, when youâre busy, or sometimes straight out of the shower. heâd tug on you or display himself beautiful for you to ravish. youâd only stare with a risen eyebrow, sighing before ignoring the blonde. but when you do give in, you definitely do ruin his pretty little form. you grab his waist and stuff yourself deep within him, and all he does is let himself be used. when you finally release your load, the male is drunk on the feeling, looking at you with twinkling eyes. heâd prefer if you fucked him until his stomach was bulging, but heâs a bit shy to say it aloud. he just loves having you inside of him.
note. just something small to post for the weekend :) mostly just their thoughts and how they go about the act and such.
johnny joestar.
enjoys it a lot, mostly does it after sex though. he just doesnât want to pull out of you just yet, you feel so warm and inviting. but itâs mostly due to the fact that johnny enjoys how cute you look so stuffed n full of him.
heâd pepper kisses along your forehead and cheeks, his arms wrapped around you tight. johnnyâs real sweet about it. heâll even sprinkle praises about how good you were for him and how good you look in the moment; and he means every word.
gyro zeppeli.
heâs an asshole about it for sure. gyroâs strong and he knows this all too well. itâs why he enjoys cockwarming so much, he gets to hold you down by your hips and refuse to move. gyro enjoys watching you squirm on his lap, desperate for any sort of friction.
gyro would tease you for being so needy, heâs as patient as ever and could hold off from moving for hours if he really wanted too. though, if you beg and plead enough times he might give in and finally moves. heâd flip you over onto your back and begin to pound himself into you, gyro shows no mercy most of the time, tonight being no different. (đ)
diego brando.
oh heâs real cute with this, if youâre cockwarming him its mostly just to tease him.
diegos sensitive and needy. even if he doesnât want to admit the fact hes so touch starved, you already know. diego would hold you tight with his nails digging into your skin as heâd try to resist the urge to thrust into you with everything in him. diego wonât beg, he absolutely refuses to.
but you still will catch him squirming and twitching when you make the slightest movement. god forbid you tighten up against his cock, heâd let out the cutest moan before biting onto your shoulder trying to suppress any more noises thatâll come from him.
when you finally allow him to move, much like gyro, diego will waste no time. heâd make sure to get his revenge and fuck you stupid (most likely himself in the process as well).
since you want sbr asks, what about general relationship headcanons for johnny?
hi bunny! đ i hope you like these headcanons and that my interpretation of johnny isnât too rusty!! thank you for sending in, please do enjoy! <3 (these are so, so late i do apologize!!)
content warning â please beware of SBR spoilers if you havenât read it yet!
â johnny joestar â general relationship headcanons
johnny joestar is not the type to be easily smitten over just anybody who passes by that catches his eye. during his time as a famed jockey, romance was the last thing on his mind since i suppose popularity can easily blindside these things.
after the traumatic experience of becoming a paraplegic, his life fell into shambles to the extent where he believed he would never recover. he felt an immense depression that seemed to lighten once meeting gyro zeppeli and witnessing his âspinâ that temporarily enabled him to use his legs.
he felt determined to follow him in hopes that he would be able to reverse the effects of a bad decision that cost him the sake of his career and the ability to even walk. though he maintained a polite but cold demeanour to those he met, gyroâs influence caused him to soften up at the time in which they met you.
never did the italian executioner expect johnny to openly ask him for dating advice with implications towards you, of course later on after he has taken some time to get to know you better. it was really a mistake on his part, since the man suffers a continued struggle to keep a secret especially when it can provide such comedy on his part.
he tried to be a gentleman, but it wasnât his natural forte. he made an attempt to think back to his childhood, especially to his brother nicholas whom he idolised as a boy, but the remembrance of his passing began to shift johnny back to grief and despair. even if he tried to be strong now, he would still mutter underneath his breath that it was his fault and nothing but.
though johnny did trust you, he felt skeptical about enlightening you on the point that he held corpse parts in his possession because he felt it would be easy to turn on gyro and/or himself if discovered or the opposition could overhear their discussions. unless you found out accidentally, you would likely remain unaware of this.
he is rather stubborn at the thought of someone caring and doting on him. if i had to take a guess, i would say johnny has only had one partner in his life before while he was still a jockey. therefore, he is a bit inexperienced about being a gold star boyfriend. even if he wonât own up to it, he really wants you to be happy no matter what.
over time, gyroâs advice gave him a confidence boost which caused some of his antics to leak out into how he presented himself in the relationship. heâd try performing chivalrous acts in attempt to impress you. after you catch on, you remind him that you love him for being himself, and that was the important part.
you remain someone very important to him. heâs extremely protective over you, and practically glued to your side at all times. one can even say he gets jealous at times if someone gets too friendly. those instances are some of the only times he points out your dating status except for anniversaries which he remarkably seems to remember. he's seen people come and go his entire life... but he wants you to stay.
he's definitely a contender for marrying you earlier on, that way you can live the rest of your lives together as husband and wife and later introduce a little baby into the world to help continue his bloodline. you changed his life in extraordinary ways... and that's the least he can do in return to repay such a blessing.
written and released 2-5-22 by @outofthiszawarudo.
â johnnyâs noticed youâve taken a liking to his hands....
âș feat. johnny joestar x afab!reader
âș trigger/content warnings. smut ; afab!reader, sub!reader fingering, light praising, readers obsessed with johnnyâs hands lol
âș word count. 736
âș note. johnnyâs on the brain again đ¶đ¶ i have a thing for hands, sorry yâall.Â
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âș johnny joestar.Â
johnnyâs hands are so pretty, theyâre perfectly shaped and his baby blue nails are well taken care of. the tips of his fingers as well as his knuckles are just the slightest tint of pink. his hands are still somehow soft, despite all the rough work heâs been doing with them.
johnny notices how youâd stare at his hands, or even play with his fingers absentmindedly. youâd always compliment them and kiss his knuckles, heâd just avert his eyes and call you weird.
it was a little strange for him, nobodyâs ever paid that much attention to such a small part of him before. though, it did make him incredibly happy. he never did try to stop you whenever you held his hand⊠johnny thought it was cute, in a way.
so when you came to him shyly asking if he could use his hands on you, he wasnât surprised. johnny knew sooner or later youâd ask him that, which heâd happily comply with.
sitting in johnnyâs lap, facing him half-naked with your legs spread for him. it was a beautiful sight johnny wished he could capture. your pretty pussy was already slick nâ wet from the anticipation, johnny could feel his patience run thin just at the sight.
âdarling, you look so pretty like thisâ johnny mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your collarbone. his hand moving from your hips and down to your thighs, massaging your skin lightly. you looked so cute already getting so worked up over nothing. johnny could feel you trying to buck your hips up at him, trying to rut onto his lap for any sort of friction. he pulled away from you with a âtskâ
âpatience, baby. be patient and iâll reward yaâ johnny hummed, hands moving up your thigh and lightly ghosting over your sex. the pads of his fingers grazing ever so slightly over your puffy clit, making a small sigh leave your lips. you look at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster, silently begging him to just touch you already.
johnnyâs free hand had moved your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. âno bra today, huh?â he only smiled at the thought, youâve been planning ahead.
your breath hitched as soon as you felt johnnyâs warm tongue press itself against your hardening nipples, as well as his fingers beginning to stroke your clit. he set a slow, teasing pace. you knew better than to try to convince him to go faster, if you bucked your hips at him heâd just stop his movements.
johnny muttered praises as he kissed along your chest, switching between both breasts. it wasnât long until johnny had slipped a finger into you, pumping it in and out of your wet cunt. he peeked down to see his fingers already covered in your slick, god you were going to drive him crazy.
pretty moans and pants escape your lips as you feel johnnyâs hands work into you. your hands reaching around his neck, grinding your hips down to match the rhythm of his hands. it was all too much, feeling johnny suck on your tits while his thumb rubs circles on your clit as he fingers you; your head was starting to spin.
johnny pulled away to pinch your nipple with his free hand, rolling the sensitive bud with his fingers gently.
âcum on my hands, will you do that for me baby?â he mutters while capturing your lips for a heated kiss. all you could do was cry out a moan into his mouth. your orgasm was near, you could feel it building up in your abdomen and you knew you couldnât last much longer. johnny could tell, your thighs were trembling and you kept whining into the kiss.
âahâ ah, johnny.. waitâ haah,â your hands tugged on his soft blonde hair, yet johnny didn't stop nor wait. once his thumb pressed down onto your clit harshly, you felt the spring inside you snap. eyes rolling back as you bit your bottom lip, trying to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape you; pure ecstasy had washed over you. your hands tightly held onto johnny as you came onto his hands, panting out his name.
a strong pair of arms wrap around your torso, johnnyâs. he pulls you closer to him, kissing your temple.
Head empty, only thoughts are crybaby Johnny, temper tantrum Diego, and slut GyrođWe all know how big of a crybaby Johnny can be, but I can see Diego blowing a fuse over jealousy, whenever he denies your annoying antics, acting like he doesn't like sitting in your lap, but the moment you move to the next person he's ready to scream and cry. While Gyro is just a whore about it, probably either yells, or like, y'know, humps your leg
diego is very pretentious about that stuff. he pretends to hate it only because heâs so good at acting. âgoodâ, more like. you only just play along because why wouldnât you? heâs quite the easy boy to get along with so you play along to ensure his happiness but sometimes playing along has its limits. so when you finally decide to stop bugging brando, he hissed at you and grabbed your shoulders. his eyes narrowed at you and glared whispering a soft, âw-who told you to stop?â itâs too cute to deny so you kiss the top of his nose just to see a pretty blush on his face.
gyro on the other hand, sometimes needs repellent. heâs a little too clingy and too touchy, which makes you laugh, but makes your other boys a little uncomfortable or annoyed. so you do your best, giving gyro small, soft spanks to his inner thigh to stop his ministrations, to which he does stop, but not before giving you a sad pout which would earn him a gentle kiss atop his head.
God imagine sleeping with Gyro for the first time and right after you both come down from your high, he says the most corniest joke ever, he'll wrap himself on top of you too, now you're left realizing that you'll have to deal with this for eternity
god itâd be an awful realization too. itâs not that you donât love him or anythingâbut to hear one of those stupid jokes after such good sex? you couldnât help but ponder if your life would be able to change at any moment. but gyro looks beautiful, his long hair sticking to his skin as his eyes were droopy and staring off into the sight outside of the window. your hands would rub circles on his back, and the male would fall asleep, so beautiful that a smile came across your lips. maybe it wasnât so bad.
okay but imagine, riding johnny while making gyro watch?
tw/cws. sexual content, dry humping, vouyerism basically
note. i think the scenario is funny enough so iâll humor you with this, gyro would have the most confused boner during the whole ordeal.
heâd hate it, hate the fact that it isn't him with your pretty little ass sitting right on top of him, grinding those hips he can never get enough of down onto him. instead, gyroâs stuck watching you mount his partner.
neither you or johnny removed any clothes, it was just a dry hump but that was enough to get gyro stirred up. he watched johnnyâs face contort into pleasure as your lips attached themselves onto the most sensitive parts of his neck as well as moving your hips, oh so perfectly, down onto his forming erection.
âgod, someone please put a bullet in my headâ gyro would silently pray to himself, he didnât know who to be jealous of in this current moment. you or johnny? heâd just have to sit and stew in his own misery, his neglected cock sitting hard against his thigh. his pants becoming all of a sudden too tight and ill-fitting for him.
fuck, he just wanted to unbuckle his belt and stroke himself at the beautiful sight before him. but he couldnât.. he shouldnât. heâs trying to make it seem like it isn't getting to him; this is all just a ploy to get him to give into his most carnal desires. he knows this by the mischievous glances you keep sending his way.
â diego brando doesnât always know what he wants, despite claiming otherwise. he brands himself as someone who doesnât need the comfort of others yet, here he is, in your bed seeking that said comfort from you.
âș feat. diego brando x afab!reader
âș trigger/content warnings. Â smut ; comfort/cuddle sex, diego cries, reader has a healing stand , light part 7 spoilers, probably ooc who knowsÂ
âș word count. 2k
âș note. first post here and starting off with something on the soft side. i dont know, i just like the idea of diego crying in most situations. truly my favorite âdioâ because i get to lick his tears off his cute face. didnât feel like working on this longer than i had to so whatever, enjoy.
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youâve been riding with Diego for a while now in the SBR, meeting him by chance when he was injured. when you offered to help him out, he dismissed you saying he didnât need yours or anyone's help. you rolled your eyes when you saw him limpingÂ
âat least let me help you just this once, otherwise you might not even make it to the next stageâ you comment, getting off your horse and carefully approaching with your hands raised above your head.Â
Diego had just been glaring at you, still making no real effort to get away from you. when you finally stood in front of him, you motioned for him to show you his wound. cautiously, he moved the arm that was covering his side, revealing a medium-sized gash. it wasnât anything lethal, but it still hindered Diego from doing most things. sighing, you moved close to him, extending a hand out to him.
âIâll be quick, donât moveâ before Diego could protest, he feels your cool hand firmly press itself against his body. he lets out a hiss but still doesn't make the effort to remove your hands from him. it doesnât take long for Diego to notice the feeling of water pouring down his wound; looking down, he can see your hand still pressed firmly against him and another hand, touching him.
 the floating hand seems to be making a bubble of water around his wound and seemingly making his wound disappear completely. in a blink of an eye, the only thing left was the dried blood on his sweater. without another word, you begin to remove yourself from him and walk away not wanting to stay a second longer with the jockey, assuming he wouldnât want to spend another minute with you. dumbfounded and mildly confused, Diego reaches out to you before youâre out of reach, harshly pulling on your shirt almost making a tear in the seams.
âwait a minute, tell me what you just did to me!â he exclaims, a little too loudly.Â
âI healed youâ you turn to stare at him blankly, wondering why he sounded mad in the first place. Diego only stared at you with confusion written in his eyes, obviously his pride not letting him ask âwhat do you mean by thatâ. mentally sighing, you prepare to explain what the hell you even did.
âyou looked down at my hand, right? did you see the water bubble?â Diego nodded, letting you shove his hand off. you looked down at your feet, wondering if youâd have to go over the whole longwinded spiel about stands. you really didnât want to, not having the time nor energy to do so. deciding to simply summarize and hope Diego doesnât ask any more questions, you begin to explain your power.Â
you summoned a water bubble in which, inside the bubble a pocket of time had opened up and all that you did was revert time back to when he wasnât hurt. because the bubble was only closing in on Diegoâs wound, the reverse of time had no effect on anything else besides his wound.
Diego nodded along with an expression you couldnât quite read. it teetered between being one of understanding and one of skepticism. in his mind, Diego was thinking about how this could benefit him in the long run. he needed something like you to tag along, maybe help him gain the corpse parts, or win against Johnny and Gyro. but asking you to outright join him or reveal his intentions wasnât like him instead, he simply grabbed your hand and told you to bring in your horse
âweâre leaving and heading to the checkpoint okay? make sure you keep upâ Diego gave you no time to argue or even question what he was saying, getting on his own horse and already getting ready to leave, simply hoping youâd follow him. maybe you shouldnât have helped him in the first placeâŠ. with a sigh, you get on your own and decide to go with him. for whatever reason, itâs what your gut instinct was telling you to do
itâs been a while since you met Diego. your relationship with him didnât develop past being âriding partnersâ until Diego had given into his own loneliness and sought âcomfortâ through you. though it never went past a handjob, Diego still stuck by closer to you than before. you snort at the thought, dom him once and he just canât leave you alone, huh?
âwhatâre you laughing atâ a brass voice interrupts your thoughts, Diegoâs. you look over to him, who sits on the other side of the campfire hugging himself. âheâs shiveringâ you think. it does usually become freezing during the night, sometimes you wonder how did Diego ever manage before you? heâd always complain about the cold and end up huddled next to you. always getting angry with you whenever youâd mention it the next day.
you hum in thought, ânothinâ really.â you mutter, taking a swig from the freshly refilled canteen, tossing it back over to Diego, nodding your head as thanks. he only huffs before setting the canteen back down next to him and walking over to your side of the fire.Â
âmoveâ he mumbles, sitting back down next to you. his arms never leaving his own sides, letting out a shaky breath he shudders from the cold air. you look at him, wondering if you should offer to sleep under the same blanket again knowing full well whatâll happen if you do.Â
âDiego, youâre cold.âÂ
âNo, I am notâ he hisses back at you, turning his head away from you. how can he still put up the âI donât fucking like youâ act around you when youâve seen what his bare ass looks like? either way, you shuffle closer to him and pull him in. despite his words, Diego doesnât move away from you. instead, he presses his body closer to yours. at this point, his tail had already sprung out and is wrapped around your lower torso. you know by now not to mention it, Diegoâs fragile ego would make him not touch you for another two days.
 by now Diego just sits awkwardly at your side, obviously wanting to sit on your lap but probably refuses to take the first step. your hands snake around him, pulling him up into your lap by the hips.
âbetter?â
âhmph.â
the conversation had died down into a comfortable silence, Diego had stopped shivering a while ago and was now nuzzling his head into your shoulder, trying to fall asleep. heâd let out small sighs and moans occasionally; a habit he shamefully told you about after your first night shared together. not that you minded of course, it was a little endearing for the most part. Diego would occasionally shift in your lap before groaning,
âhelp me sleepâ he muttered into your skin, both of you knew what those words meant and without a second thought your hands moved to unbuckle his belt.
 for whatever reason, Diego only really felt relaxed enough to let his guard down after he rubbed one out. otherwise heâd be too tense to get any sleep. it was a shameful habit heâd gained through the years and especially during this race.Â
he doesnât know when or how it started, maybe itâs just the loneliness getting to him again. he didnât usually do it because he liked it, mostly because he had to. when it was your hands instead of his, it felt more peaceful. like how the act is supposed to be. though, that never stopped the embarrassment from getting to him. without even touching him, Diegoâs cheeks would turn red and heâd refuse to look you in the eyes.Â
âchange the position, i want to be in controlâ Diego said before getting off your lap, pushing your hand off his crotch. he moves to lay down on the blanket thats spread across the ground before extending his arms inviting you to join him. you know better than to make Diego wait, otherwise heâd just start complaining and whining until you give in. crawling over you lay in front of him with your back pressed against his chest. Diego snuggles closer to you, biting onto your shoulders before moving his hands to unzip your own pants. he pulls them down just enough for him to have access to your sex.Â
Diegoâs impatient as hell, you can feel his hard erection pressing against your thigh. it doesnât help that he keeps rutting into you while huffing and moaning in your ear, hastily trying to free himself from his pants. once his sensitive cock springs out, he wastes no time slipping it between your legs. he thrusts it against your cunt, rubbing his tip against the clit. you let out whines at the friction, your hips begin to move along with his desperate to relieve that âitchâ Diego had caused.Â
you feel cool hands moving up your shirt, making the cool night breeze hit your exposed chest. a gasped escaped your lips when you felt Diegoâs unnaturally cold hands cup your breasts, pinching your puffy nipples between his fingers. Diego sinks his teeth into your shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to conceal the pretty moans that he makes. he sucks in a sharp breath and shudders at the scent of you flooding his nose. you smell good, too good. he needs you now, the heat and arousal getting to be too overwhelming for him.Â
stopping his movements completely, Diego moves your thighs up with his hands, leaning over your shoulder to press a kiss onto your cheek. without a second warning, he slips his thick cock into your cunt, slowly pushing himself further. you both share a moan at the feeling, unintentionally clenching down onto his cock, Diego huffs and bites at your shoulder again.
 though, this time he kisses the mark immediately afterwards. once he fully bottoms out in you, Diego doesnât move for some time. his eyes fully shut as he takes in the warmth surrounding him, the scent of you and your soft wet lips peppering kisses against his own. this isnât love, it wonât ever be, but itâs not exactly lust either. Diego doesnât know how to put into words, how you make him feel or how he feels in this current moment. comfort? is that what it is?Â
a small sniffle escapes Diego, followed by a âhickâ sound coming from his throat. he doesn't know if you heard it or if you simply chose to ignore it, he hides his face into your back and begins to thrust up in you. an overwhelming amount of emotions rush over Diego in the moment, ones he couldnât exactly explain. his pace wasnât as fast nor rough as it usually is, it was slow and for once Diego was taking his time to enjoy your body. his hand that was holding your leg up moved down to your puffy clit, rubbing soft circles with the pad of his middle and ring finger; kneading the sensitive bud around. he relished the sounds of your moans hitting his ears, as well as how your hands reached up and pulled on his blonde hair. it felt good, you felt good.Â
the sinking feeling in Diegoâs chest didnât leave him though, no matter how hard he tried to drown it out with the feeling of your spongy heat milking his cock, he couldnât stop the hot tears from rolling down his cheeks. more broken sobs left his lips, some out of whatever melancholy Diego was feeling, most out of the embarrassment of crying during sex. you never said anything, simply opting to kiss him and any tears that mightâve come into contact. you whispered praises to him, about how good he was at fucking you, how great he was in general and how heâs just doing a good job.
 Diego knew these were meant to be more of comforting words rather than sex talk, which only made his heart hurt more. he didnât think of himself as one for love, never thinking he was capable of it really. though, in this moment he wished this was love; wished he could be loved like this always.Â