Tell Him that His Lonesome Nights are Over || Pt. 1
I decided on a two shot! Adding this one together with the rest of the story would be too long imo, and tbh I need to hit my fic quota for the month before it's too late. This chap is just story but dw, the next one will have all the good stuff 😏
This draft is like a year old please forgive me if my old style and my new style clashes together noticably lmao
NOTES: SFW, Fem!reader, Reader and Sandman eat jerky, Reader is said to have a large family, like huge like. Oh my god, keep it in your pants please. Tell me if I need to add anymore warnings!
I've added a reference to a song I enjoy a lot, think you can find it? >:3 probably it's very noticable
You'd felt his eye on you for most of the race. You didn't mind though. It wasn't a harmful look, more like one of interest. And dare you say it, you liked the attention.
Sandman was an attractive man, and he finished first in the last race only on his feet. (His feet! Against horses! How incredible.) It was flattering to know you'd caught the attention of someone so important to the race, but you didn't understand why he watched you so intensely. You were nothing important. You had only finished in tenth place. That was more because you got distracted helping one of the other contestants that had fallen into some cacti. If you truly had your mind on winning, there wasn't a chance you'd score under fifth place, and you knew it.
Maybe it was because you were a woman. You couldn't blame him for that. There wasn't another in the race. You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all of the men that surrounded you. You had a bright red target on your back since you joined the race, but you didn't really care. You had one plan in mind, and you wouldn't let some misogyny take you off of it. But the woman thing was just a guess. Maybe the sandman saw something else in you.
What timing, maybe I could ask him tonight.
It was dark now, you had settled down for a night of rest. Earlier that afternoon those two riders Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli raced by, but they were the only two you found. It was late, your horse and you both were tired, and it was still early in the race, it wouldn't hurt to take your time getting to the finish lines.
You watch the dark headed man walking, rather than running, past your camp some meters away. You called his name, arm waving in the air in a gesture for him to come over. He was unsure at first, but he came over. Victory. The fire you had going sparked in his eyes and illuminated his sharp features in a way that made him look more charming than usual. He was beautiful in the firelight.
Settle down, now. You warned yourself.
"Hey! You are Sandman, yeah? Wanna rest those feet of yours? I got food and drink for two." You handed him one of your canteens. He stared at the offering skeptically for a second but decided to take it quickly after, downing it like it was the only water he'd seen today. The container was already half its original weight when he finally pulled away to thank you. You simply waved off the thanks. "You gotta be tired from all this running you're doin', why don'tcha stick around for the night? I don't mind the company."
Silence from the man. Then a soft, "How do I know I can trust you?"
"What? To not hurt you in your sleep? Hah!" You laughed, "I don't care about this race enough to hurt people over it. So I've got some competition, that just makes it even more exciting." You smile wickedly, the fire extenuating the color of your eyes for Sandman to see. You look down at your canteen, swirling the water around inside in a circle. "As for trust... I guess you just have my word." You look into his burning eyes. "I won't hurt you, Sandman."
He seemed to think about it. He took a slow drink from his canteen while he did. He swallowed before answering; "Today has been tiring. I'll take your word for it, so I'll stay the night."
Fantastic.
He sat across from you on the other side of the fire. A little too close to your horse for your comfort, but you brushed it off, he didn't seem like the type to hurt an innocent animal.
Only the fire crackling was heard for some time. You both sipped from canteens, washing away the thirst of racing across dry deserts. Just the image of dead trees and cacti in your mind made your cottonmouth act up again.
There were times you almost started a new conversation. Your mouth would open, but you were quick to shut it yet again. Sandman threw you a questioning raise of an eyebrow, but you could only look away in embarrassment at your inability to be comfortable in silence. Growing up in a big family would do that to you. There always had to be some sort of commotion going on in your house, and you'd grown accustomed to it in your years. The thought of being without your family for the next few months saddened you. You really missed it all. A nagging in your reprimanded the rest of you for being so homesick already. It hadn't even been a week yet!
Instead of striking conversation, you turned to your bag and opened it. This bag was smaller than the one that held your clothes (still on your horse) and was home to your toiletries, rations, a third canteen, and finally some elk jerky, made specially for you in your favorite flavoring. You tore off a chunk and began to nibble on the tough meat. The familiar taste brought you back to earlier times of traveling America with your big brothers, hunting for the best game the world offered. Simpler times, you missed it, and your brothers. But maybe now wasn't the time to be sentimental.
You weren't sure if Sandman would be interested in jerky. Did his people have jerky too? Was it wrong to assume otherwise?
"U-Uhm," The glare he shot made you jump just the tiniest bit. No one looked at you the way this man did. It was unnerving. But kind of exciting. You steeled yourself for your next question. "Do you like jerky? My brother's specially made it."
"Jerky." He quoted as he took the dehydrated meat from your hand and looked it over. "I haven't had any before the first race. I think it's really good." He took his first bite and was surprised with how tender the meat was. His eyes sparked at the flavor, mixing together in ways that made his mouth drool like nothing else. You breathed a triumphant breath through your nose. Your brothers win again. Best not to tell them that once you got home, though, all of their heads were big enough.
Although, those boys knew their way around an elk. Meat not too tender, with just enough chew. And the seasonings were to die for.
Sandman quickly finished his first piece of jerky and seemed disappointed that it was gone. He was pleased when you offered more. This time, he ate it slower.
"You mentioned your brothers made this... Do you have a lot of them?" The innocent question got a laugh from you.
"You could say that... F-Five. I... have five brothers."
Your answer must've made him inhale his jerky, because once the words left your mouth he spasmed and coughed like nothing else.
"Five brothers? How, how–?" You tried to smother your giggles, as not to interrupt him, but his face just then was too good. He seemed absolutely gobsmacked over it.
"Yeah! Five brothers and three sisters. We all chip in to help Ma and Pop at home, though. My three eldest brothers help my dad out with work while my sister's help Mom with the gardening and chores. It's pretty crowded but we made it work. We're doing well financially, but the prize money from this race could help us out a lot, that's why I joined... None of them could come though. It's kinda lonely, but I know I'll come back home to a happy family.
"...S-Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble. Do you have any family, Sandman?" He turned his sight at the fire before him, staring intently at the flames. You could see them dancing in his eyes reflection. "I have a sister," He started softly, then paused. Those intense eyes of his looked at you next as he thought over something silently. "My tribesmen have disowned me, so she's all I have left."
He fought against the urge to admit more and explain his situation. Like how with the winning money he would buy back his ancestor's land and save his people. There was something soft about you. Sandman wanted to trust you, there was something about you that made it hard to hate. Was it all just so you can trick him? If he decided to ride with you, would... would you use his trust against him to your advantage? He took his time admiring your features.
...No, he didn't think so. That look on your face, you looked so sympathetic towards him, someone you'd just met.
He decided he hated your full attention on him, he squirmed underneath your gaze. To push your attention away from him, he nodded his head towards the shadows on the far side of the fire. "Your horse, what's their name?"
"Oh! That there is Boom-Lay Boom. But my family's taken to calling her Diamond Eye." The sudden attention to your mount had you excited and jumping up from your seat to walk to her side. She was a fine mare, you'd had her since your fifteenth birthday. It was then you truly learned how to care for a horse, you'd done just about everything for her, all except change her shoes, to this day you were still nervous of hurting her hooves. And at this point you were pretty sure you'd grown a mental connection to the girl. You were as thick as thieves.
"Your horse has two names?" Sandman asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Why not?" You asked back, raising your own. Sandman laughed. And at that moment you decided Sandman's voice was wonderful to listen to. You could hear him speak all night if he would. You'd enjoy it more than your mother's music.
"She's a beautiful steed." He said while he began to stand, coming towards you and Diamond Eye.
"Aw, did'ja hear that, Boom-Lay? Sandman says you're pretty!" You cooed and coddled the horse, running fingers through her mane and up her jaw. She simply snorted at you. You heard Sandman chuckle from his spot on the other side of the mare. His hand was raised, gently petting the side of her thick neck.
It was then you decided that he and you had connected on some level, just like you had with Diamond Eye. Maybe not as deep, yet, but it was a great start.
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Spoilers for Jojo's Bizzare Adventure Steel Ball Run Chapter 4
Now that are only 3hrs left for the big race Gyro Zeppeli faces a problem that every person jas to face at some point in their lives.....
Downsizing
He has his priorities straight. Also he really does say 'Nyo' huh.
Now let's check on Johnny. I wonder how he's doing...
..Johnny where are you..?
JOHNNY ARE YOU OK? NO HE ISN'T WHAT ON EARTH YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT
Johnny has his leg skewered and.is just.going on like nothing happened. I know he can't feel anything but still. The guy is reckless. And Zeppeli...I'm not exactly sure what Zeppeli is thinking but it's probably along the lines of 'this guy is crazy'
Training arc? Hopefully. I love training arcs. I don't know why people hate them so much. Will Johnny get his stand via training arc? That'd be cool.
Hey it's Sandman!!! Smol boi!!! I hope he wins.
It's not that I don't have any faith in you or anything but? this is a horseback race? Will he be disqualified? I mean, the dude on the automotive is allowed to compete, but that's to prove a point. He might get trampled on and stuff. I'm worried.
Why are rich people so extra? What is the point of the ice thingy anyway? Why would you waste your time with this?
🎶he's spinning like a ballerina 🎶
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Ok but… it would probably be a bit awkward if Sandman and M&M some how got together.
Cause like, didn’t he get picked on for him being too cool with the white people?
So how would, say, his sister react after the race (which he would’ve won if he kept at it)
When Sandboi comes over with Lil M and he’s like
“Can we keep her :3?”
“She’s nice”
Tbh I think that his tribe would run him out again and this time, truly try to kill both him and her. And her sister can't really say anything in his defense or she might be kicked out too.
At least in the beginning of SBR, he tried justifying learning about the white men to eventually gain enough money to officially buy his tribe's land and stop the stealing of his ancestor's homeland. Iirc even that justification didn't go over too well with his tribe since they don't trust white people at all, but in the end, Sandman got to keep his life and got a shot at winning SBR.
Then when he comes back, it's with a white woman on his arm? They can't take too kindly to that. In the end, I think Sandman and M&M would have a little house in a rural area close enough to the tribe so that her sister can visit them, but far enough that they don't stir up trouble with his tribe.
I think his sister would be relieved that he came back in one piece. He was all the family that she had left, and she didn't even have the token that their parents left behind for them anymore. She doesn't even care if he won the race (although she would be disappointed if he lost because that meant they wasted their last memento from their parents). She would hug him on sight and squeeze as if he could disappear at any moment.
How would she handle M&M? I'm blanking on her feelings towards white people--she might not care as strongly about them as her tribe, but she might harbor resentment for them taking away her land.
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Spoilers for: Jojo's Bizzare Adventure Steel Ball Run Chapter 36
Warnings: gore, brain numbing logic,
I have so many questions about this image and the only answer I want is where did he get those mesh gloves from
???/10 confused
Johnny: finds out that Hot Pants might not be cis.
Johnny: nopes out of the situation.
I feel obligated to mention that one should not touch other people without their consent. This has been a PSA. Please be decent entities in a crumbling world.
I also hope that Hot Pants will be fine
Polcolco and Sandman!!! They're here!!
Wouldn't that mean that the entire skeleton would be at one place if the spine attracts the other parts towards it???
And how does Mr. President of USA know about this? Did the map mention everything???
Please don't cry, Mrs. Steel. Also, her lip reading skills are very impressive, especially since she had just learned it.
Lock Picking Lawyer who?
Where did Ringo even get the time to do this?? When he moved back time?? Wasn't he dying????
Mary Poppins!!
He looks like a balloon. Small
This isn't good. You got this Mrs. Steel!!
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Random sexy HCs for random sbr characters because no one else will feed me
-Johnny is very sentimental during love making and needs to hold you close. He'll have you sit in his lap with your chests pressed into each other
-Bug bites are a kink but he also loves taking care of them for you :) hand him some cream and he'll gladly help massage them into your back while playing with any bumps he finds.
-Actually prefers giving head than getting head. He's a little rusty but it makes him feel more confident in himself
-Far too soon after his legs started working again he tried sex standing up. He fell on his ass
-Gyro is a god at oral, but he sucks and prefers getting head instead
-A true switch and I refuse to believe otherwise. His hair is his lever
-Speaking of, loves to pull on your hair though
-Has a thing for hickeys and leaving lipstick stains
-Kinky bastard but his favorite position is missionary
-During sex it's not uncommon for Scary Monsters turn Diego. Most of the time it's not anything terrible but he gets drool everywhere
-Sounds like a horny alligator when it happens
-Secretly loves being babied and is a totally pillow prince if you'll let him be. Craves the attention and gets him in a softer mood during aftercare
-Wants a really big family and sucks at pulling out. Good luck with him
-Blackmore bites. A lot
-Starts off being a pretty big bottom but once you give him a chance on top he never wants to stop
-His favorite position is the mating press 😏
-Has the cutest moans, they come off a little squeaky and sometimes his voice cracks
-Covers up every bite with an extra sweet kiss <3
-Has the prettiest hair too don't fight me on this it's canon
-Sandman is definitely a virgin. At first
-A virgin with major stamina
-And he's eager to please
-Because of the braids his hair always comes out in tight waves
-The carpet matches the drapes
-Bath sex 👌
-Ringo refuses to have sex anywhere that isn't a bedroom
-Lowkey kinda possessive 😳
-Gun kink? Maybe? He likes when you give him head while he's cleaning his guns definitely tho 👌👌
-100% shaves a skull into his hair down there too
-He's cute and caring when he wants to be
Give me more characters
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