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straw-kid · 1 year

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As He Falls In Love With You... - Diego Brando Oneshot.

JJBA Steel Ball Run Headcanon

It was at the Steel Ball Run race when Diego laid his eyes on you. When he rode next to you, he would stare at you with a sullen expression. He always passed you at Silver Bullet, leaving you with dust on your lips, what a annoying guy. He always seemed to want to show himself to you.

Full of himself.

Diego was very unsociable. He didn't talk to anyone, he just scowled at the Steel Ball Run members. He never smile.

For Diego, feeling some curiosity in wanting to know who you were was something that messed with his ego. Why would he want to know who you were?

Pfff you are pathetic!

But damn, to watch you hold the bridle of your horse with a strong expression, with a desire to win the race, oh my... what good looking...

It was on an extremely hot day that you can't keep up with the race, your horse is tired, sweaty from ears to hooves. It would be fair to stop and rest. Uuuh what a terrible day. You tethered your horse and left it under one of the few shades that held a horse. You, on the other hand, almost sunbathing. Sweat ran down his forehead. Would you be able to continue this race alone?

You take the canteen, empty. Ah, bad luck.

That's when you hear a distant gallop getting louder and louder. It is then that you recognize who is there. Diego.

You give a heavy, dry sigh. "What is this guy doing here?" you think with yourself.

That superior expression washed over you and all you did was look away. Diego didn't say anything, he never speaks, and it's in that moment of intense silence brought by him, that you notice, he was a strong figure, an aura of power, it was as if he controlled the sound around him, for a moment not even Silver Bullet's hooves echoed.

Diego approached. "you look awful" took a canteen from his things. "here, drink it" it was the first time you heard his voice. it was more serious than you expected to hear.

You divide the water by filling your canteen with Diego's water. "ah ah ah, I need it more than you. It's not because I'm being nice to you that you might take advantage of me." He take his canteel back.

"tsc" You make a mean face. "Don't look at me like that, if I didn't share it with you, you wouldn't make it past today".

Diego was bold in his words, a bit full of himself. In addition to the canteen, he offered a few snacks for your horse.

After that moment, everything seemed to be over, that diego only showed a mere pity for you and continued the race alone, but it was not what you expected. Diego then makes you a proposal. "You look like you're carrying a lot of junk on your horse. I wouldn't do that with my Silver Bullet if I wanted to win.... However, the path ahead will get colder. We're going up some hills."

Indeed, you carried a lot of junk. But as the Steel Ball Run courses were, it was definitely important that you were prepared. It was impressive the fact that Diego carried almost nothing in Silver Bullet, it made sense that he ran like the wind, he was light as the wind.

Without delay, Diego got right to the point. "I would need support during this route, as you can see I also don't have so much water because we share it. So let's make a deal, I'll take you on the safest and fastest route of this race and you give me shelter with firewood.”

It was a fair deal. you wanted to win and you weren't in the best of conditions to continue, Diego knew different paths but he wasn't going to be able to continue for that long.

"Sure" you say shaking Diego's hand and at that, he opens a naughty smile. And because of the newness on Diego's face, you not only noticed the perky lips, but what preceded his face. Diego have hazel eyes, how big and full of life they were.Diego had a harmonious face when he wasn't with a grumpy look. You felt something.

You found out that day, Diego was a pretty boy.

Riding with Diego was like riding alone. He didn't talk to you, very silent, he just warned you about something far down the road, it was like he smelled the dangers and you had no idea how he was so good at it (his stand but you just don't know about this OR even know that this exists!)

Resting in makeshift camps with him was awkward at first.He was bossy, told you what to get and what he needed, criticized the way you arranged things, but as time went by, you got used to his way, and also, he stopped bossing you around.

Diego's company was pleasant even though he was someone in a bad mood.

Diego would never tell you this, but since he decided to give in his ego, to have you for company, it was comforting.

There were nights when you shivered with cold, and he stoked the fire instantly. There were days when you hadn't eaten enough and Diego would say "I don't need all of this, if you don't want it I'll throw it away". You have been noticing these subtle gentle behaviors. He didn't know how to be kind.

As the journeys passed, he became more sociable with you. Having said that, he started talking more. You had kept the following information with you: a big fan of coffee, he liked the strong taste that comforted with the heat. He enjoyed the company of animals more than that of people. Too much noise disturbed him to think and sleep.

Although Diego became more talkative, he didn't bring up many facts about himself and you were more interested in that, but it seemed like asking him that was too much. Without having the facts spoken aloud, those being watched spoke much more about him.

Diego likes to eat, even if it's a goo or a delicacy from an expensive restaurant, he'll eat, no matter how much he complains, any food seems to please him. He is very fond of family, from the little he tells about his tragic childhood, he always speaks highly of his beloved mother, he seems to like the idea of being surrounded by people he likes, or dreams of. In moments where you catch him off guard, he's looking at you, but he doesn't turn away when that happens.

Normally you turn, it's embarrassing!

Diego is always looking after you. But it is no longer like someone who is angry about something, however, relaxed eyes, Diego has a calm look for you, and only for you.

You guys didn't break up after the deal, you're an unbeatable duo. You like being together. Sometimes Diego passes by you and always touches your shoulders and very rarely, touches your waist, but when you do that to him, he tends to dodge his back, you never understand.

Yeah, Diego touches you sometimes, rubs your back when cold, touches your arm when want attention, touches your hand when need to make a quick move. But don't try to do that to him, he will give you a grumpy look.

There was only one moment when the touching was more intense than the casual ones. The race was intense and Diego had hurt his forehead. you had demanded that he let you help him, he was proud, he wouldn't even let him pay triple the prize of the race. With that said, you left him in agony on the floor overnight. In the middle of the night, you woke up, with a bad feeling. Diego was lying down badly, he had a fever. He was weakened, it would not be possible to continue like this.You took his head and placed it in your lap, so you could handle his face well, clean the wound properly, and help with his fever. Your icy fingers touched Diego's hot forehead, who contracted his eyebrow in disdain, he knew it was you with him. You ignored his expression. You took his hair off his forehead, tucking it behind his ear, wiped the damp, warm cloth on his forehead.

Without realizing it, you massage your blond hair with one hand. Angel hair, fine and light, it glistened in the firelight.

Even though it was no longer necessary, you didn't remove the cloth or hands from Diego's face anymore and he had nothing but the expression of tranquility on his face.You slide your fingers across his features. Dry, plump lips, thickly wired brows, strong jawline.

What a man to be in your lap right now, right?

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your back, slide gently to your waist and meet your hand, Diego took your hand, waking you up from your trance. He looks you deep in the eyes and places a kiss on the back of your hand. "Thanks Y/N, you sure are sweet". He smiles.

You are simply on fire from the heat you felt.

That never happened between you again, Diego was someone too closed for any interaction that required a lot of personal space.

Even if you didn't know about the existence of stands, Diego always used it to protect you, sensing danger for miles around and smelling fruit or animals to hunt, however he would never tell you or show you, maybe that would spoil something, maybe it would make you think he was a scary monster.

Diego is like that, he only demonstrates from afar without being direct.

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thornybubbles · 6 months

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You Give Love a Bad Name (Yandere Diego x Backstabber Reader)

NOTE: I didn’t write anything for the entire month of October and I feel awful about that. Imagine me, a lover of horrifying JoJo fanfics, not writing anything for the Halloween season! Unforgivable! So I’m gonna try to make up for it all this month starting with this story. Please accept this as part of my apology!

NOTE 2: I don’t know why I keep pairing poor Diego up with criminal Readers. It's an aesthetic, I guess.

Warnings: YANDERE, possessiveness, very dark themes and implications, degradation, violence towards Reader, threats, and other forms of unpleasantness. Also Reader is kind of an asshole. I head canon that yandere Diego is a lot wilder and meaner than regular Diego (not that regular Diego was nice). No smut!

Diego hated himself for letting you into his heart. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t muster the proper level of emotion. He loved you. He loved you dearly, and that was the problem. You had somehow wormed your way into his heart. You were so sweet to him the day the two of you met. He’d been injured and you showed up out of nowhere wanting to help him. He shooed you away, his pride and distrust of other people preventing him from accepting help from anyone. You insisted and he bellowed at you, demanding that you leave him alone and mind your own business. You started bawling then, not because of him yelling at you, but because, in your own words,

“I can’t bear to leave you like this! You’re bleeding so badly! Please, please let me help you!”

He sneered at you telling you to just shut up and aid him then. Anything to stop your infernal squalling. How your demeanor changed. You were so happy that you’d been allowed to help him, smiling sweetly as you bandaged his arm. You looked so cute that he couldn't stand to look at your face. You didn’t ask him questions about how he got injured or pry into his personal affairs. Instead you talked about how you’d been a long time fan of his and had followed as many of his achievements as you could. You told him that this was the first time you’d been able to actually watch a race that he was in and you were so excited about that.

Diego was used to having fans that adored and worshiped him, but you were something else. No other fan could point out maneuvers that he used to achieve his victories, but you did. You didn’t just adore him for his achievements alone, you actually studied his methods. You told him that you became a fan because you wanted to watch him succeed. Never in his life had Diego felt so… supported. Others had been lured to him for his looks, charm, and achievements alone, but you seemed drawn by merely adoration of him as a jockey and your joy at watching him win.

It flustered him and he hated that. Diego Brando was the one that flustered, not the one who got flustered.

How dare you make him feel like this…

Thereafter you became an absolute pest. He saw you nearly everywhere he went and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He jokingly accused you of stalking him and the shocked and ashamed look on your face had him laughing. Finally he had made you blush, and it was the loveliest sight he’d ever laid eyes on. You had him, fully and completely, and he found himself looking forward to seeing your excited face in the crowds. Seeing you like that, waving at him from among the rabble, it never failed to have him smiling. You were like a rare jewel shining through piles of trash. Your very presence made him feel uplifted. Even when he wasn’t doing well in the race, you were there to offer your support.

“So what if you lost your place!” you said. “You’re Diego Brando! You’ll do what you have to to regain your spot in the race and gain five more places in the process! Nobody can keep you down!”

Then you’d hold your little fist in the air and cheer and another crack would form in the shield that Diego had put around his heart.

Some time after that, you confessed to Diego. You told him that you’d had a crush on him since you first saw his picture in the newspaper, but meeting him in real life and seeing his feats for yourself, actually getting to speak to him in person… it turned your crush into full blown love. Many women confessed their attraction to him before, but it was always limited to his looks or fame. Other than his mother, no one had ever said they loved him before. It shattered the shield around his heart completely and he went weak in the knees.

He confessed his own love for you that day, unable to hold back his feelings anymore. He’d given up on ever feeling loved again after his mother’s death. He’d given up on love in general. Love was a weakness after all. It made people do foolish things. Made them sloppy and stupid. Love could destroy a person’s life. How he wished that he’d remembered all that later… when you betrayed him.

It happened not long after he obtained Scary Monsters. He was so eager to go and show it to you. He longed to see your shocked face become an expression of amazement and adoration. He wanted to stand in place and watch as you marveled at his new power. He wanted to see the glimmer of tenderness in your eyes as you stroked his face and whispered words of encouragement.

“Look at you, Diego! My God! You’re unstoppable now!” he imagined you saying.

But you weren’t there. He couldn’t find you at the checkpoint. He searched the inns, saloons, shops of the town, but you were nowhere to be seen. He started asking the other racers if they’d seen you. No one seemed to know who he was talking about. Dread filled his heart to bursting. Where were you? Had something happened? Were you ill? Injured? Lost? Had someone done something to you? He’d bloody murder anyone that laid a hand on you!! Desperate, he started asking the townsfolk in hopes that one of them knew something. Fortunately, most of them seemed to know who you were, but the looks they exchanged with each other when Diego mentioned your name told him that something was wrong. Very wrong.

The townsfolk had a very interesting story to tell about you. Con-artist. That was the word they used to describe you. They told him about all the other men that you had warmed up to, how they all found themselves in the same predicament he was in. They told him about how you would seek out wealthy, famous, desirable men and make them fall for you. Then, when they least expected it, you would rob them and leave them with empty wallets and broken hearts. Diego could have massacred the entire town right then and there. He didn’t want to believe that they were talking about you. Not his sweet, innocent darling! Not the angel that was always there for him, uplifting him, encouraging him, loving him… He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. He ran back to his hotel room and searched through his belongings. It wasn’t true! You wouldn’t do that to him! Not to him!

Half of his money was missing along with the necklace that he’d bought for you. You’d been kind enough, at least, not to rob him completely blind. How had he not noticed that his money bag was lighter than usual? When did you even have time to do this? You must’ve snuck into his room when he was practically tearing the town apart looking for you. You must have been lying in wait, watching for the moment that he left his room so that you could slip in and help yourself to what didn’t belong to you. Diego searched his bag again, hoping beyond hope that he’d just miscounted his cash and misplaced the necklace… and he found the cute little message you’d left for him,

“It’s been fun, Diego, but I’m afraid it’s time for me to head out. No hard feelings, handsome! Don’t be too mad at me!”

It felt like the room had fallen away, leaving him in a black void and the only thing he could see was the letter he clutched in his trembling hands. His mind was racing with all manner of dark and murderous thoughts. It had all been a lie, a cruel, hateful lie! He never meant anything to you at all. He was just another mark for you, wasn’t he? Another notch in your damned belt! He should have known. He should have been able to see through your act. He’d imagined you to be some kind of jewel amongst filth, but he forgot that ALL humans were filth! Well you certainly reminded him of that, didn’t you? Diego’s fury-fogged gaze dropped to the bottom of the letter where you had the utter nerve to leave a mocking lipstick print on the paper.

You sealed your fate with that little stunt.

Diego held the note close to his face and breathed deep of your scent. He hadn’t fully grasped all of Scary Monsters abilities just yet, but he did know how to utilize its heightened sense of smell. He could smell the oil in your lipstick and the hint of your breath still lingering on the paper. You’d had tea instead of coffee that morning. He also caught a whiff of your perfume. It was the one that he’d bought you, imported from France and very expensive. At the time he thought you were worth it…

…Your scent was fresh. Very fresh. You were still in town. You hadn’t left yet.

Diego slammed the door to his hotel room open, startling a young woman with a cart full of food trays. He sniffed at the air frantically, looking for all the world like a wild dog on the hunt. The woman started to speak to him, to ask him if he needed anything, but when he turned his yellow-eyed gaze on her, the words caught in her throat and she could only let out a tiny peep of surprise. His expression was that of a feral beast and he was panting ragged breaths as if he’d been running for miles. He sniffed the air a few more times before rushing past her. The woman pressed herself against the wall, barely avoiding being knocked down as he rushed down the corridor. She stared after him in confusion. She recognized him of course. Most of the hotel girls knew of the famed Diego Brando, but she was fairly certain that his eyes weren’t yellow.

Was it even possible for humans to have yellow eyes?

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You sighed as you climbed into the stagecoach that was to take you out of town. You felt a little guilty, you had to admit. Diego seemed so enamored with you, much more so than you expected of him. Watching his haughty, bitter demeanor melt into something soft and loving kinda had your heart pounding. It was a shame you just didn’t feel the same way. You would never forget that story he told you about his mother. You really wished that he’d never opened up that much to you. Poor Diego. He would be devastated at your betrayal, no doubt. Knowing that would eat you up inside, but you were sure that the fat stack hidden in your bag would ease your heartache.

“Hello, dearie.”

You were not expecting to ever hear that voice again. You looked up to see Diego staring at you with a blank expression from the seat across from you. When did he get into the stagecoach with you? Was he already in there waiting for you?

“Diego!” you said with a start.

“I got your note,” he said, holding up the note you’d left him and giving you a joyless smile. “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye in person.”

Your eyes darted around the inside of the coach, looking for anything you could use to bend the situation into your favor. Diego kept talking.

“I was so worried about you, sweetheart.” he said with a mock pout. “I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was afraid something awful happened to you.”

Your eyes fell on the bandages on the sides of his face. Was he injured? It didn’t matter. It was something you could use. Show him sympathy. Make him forget his anger and remember how good your hands felt against the skin of his face. That’s usually all it took for most.

“Diego, what are those bandages for? Did you hurt yourself?” you said, giving him a pitiful look of concern.

You reached up to him, hands coming up to touch the bandages. Your fingers had barely grazed the gauze of each bandage before Diego uttered an inhuman growl,

“Keep your filthy, thieving little rat claws to yourself!”

You pulled your hands back as if he’d tried to bite you, and held your arms to your chest to protect them.

“Diego, please, you don’t understand…” you began but he sharply cut you off.

“Oh, yes. Let’s hear it! Tell me all about what I don’t understand! What sob story will it be this time? Will it be the one about your dying aunt who was like a mother to you? Will it be about how you want to pay off your father’s gambling debts? Or will it be the one about you needing money to send your younger siblings to school? Or maybe it will be the one about buying shoes for orphans? Does that cover everything or will I be getting a new story this time?”

You gave him a pleading look and tried to think of something, anything to tell him. You didn’t know what to do or say. Most of your victims were too busy wallowing in heartbreak to bother confronting you. Diego was the only one that went so far as to track you down. It was unexpected, but it wasn’t a scenario that you were completely unprepared for.

“Floyd, Fleetwood, The Allman Brothers, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young…” he listed off the names of some of your previous victims. “Do those names ring any bells? Including me, was that the full list of your targets or am I missing some?”

He was, actually. He left out Morrison and Dylan, but you weren’t about to correct him. While he fumed you reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of your shawl and grasped the grip of your pistol.

“How did it feel to know that you got one over on the great Diego Brando?” he asked. “Did it give you a little thrill? Did it give you your adrenaline fix? Did you have a laugh or two at my expense?”

“Diego, please. I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t needed the money!” You pleaded in a last ditch effort to sway him. “I’ve fallen on hard times!”

“Hard times?” Diego scoffed. “I doubt that you’ve experienced any hardship more serious than deciding what to have for breakfast in the morning!”

His eyes darted to your throat for some reason. He thought he saw movement there but he wasn’t sure. He tried to focus his blurred vision on the glimmer of something around your throat. Ah. You were wearing the necklace he bought for you. He smiled bitterly at the sight of it.

“The necklace looks lovely on you, dear. I was trying to keep it a secret from you until I was ready to give it to you, but it seems you’ve gone and spoiled the surprise. It goes well with that new outfit though. Blue was always your color. Tell me, did you buy that with my money?”

You drew your pistol and aimed it at his chest.

Diego’s instincts kicked in at the sudden movement. He saw something shiny in your hand, but couldn’t quite make out what it was. Though that newly awakened, primitive side of his brain was screaming at him that what you held in your hand was a weapon and he was in danger.

You didn’t want to do it, but he’d cornered you, and cornered rats have a tendency to bite. You barely had time to cock the gun before Diego slapped it out of your hand with a speed you hadn’t expected from a human being. The gun flew out of the window of the coach and you heard it clatter against the ground a moment later. It’s a wonder it hadn’t gone off. The state of your gun was the least of your worries as Diego swung backwards with the same hand that had knocked the gun out of your hand and backhanded you across the face. You let out a yelp of pain and shock and shrank in on yourself, curling up in the seat and shielding your head with your arms. You could feel your hair dangling down in your face. Diego had slapped you so hard that your hair came undone. You could feel blood trickling out of one of your nostrils and you really hoped he hadn’t broken your nose. Your face stung like hell.

You felt yourself being grabbed by the shoulders. You shrieked as Diego yanked you up to face him, pulling you out of your protective ball.

“D-Diego! Please! Don’t h-hurt me!” you begged.

“Hurt you?” Diego said, voice suddenly sounding deep and distorted. “Hurt you? After what you did to me, I should KILL YOU!!”

His voice came out in a roar that shook the coach and vibrated throughout your entire body.

You were crying now, sobbing and pleading for him not to kill you. Diego just stared at you with wild eyes. The color of his eyes seemed off and his pupils looked odd. You don’t know if what you were seeing was the result of the abject terror that Diego had instilled in you or if there was something strange going on with his face. The corners of his mouth seemed to shift under the bandages and stretch up the side of his face far further than they should go. His lips, and patches of skin around his face and neck seemed oddly scaly. And his teeth… Why did they look so long and sharp?

“W-what’s happening to y-you?” you asked.

He didn’t answer your question. He was too busy panting like an animal and being hypnotized by the trickle of blood coming from your nose.

“Does it make you feel accomplished, knowing you humiliated me like that? I can practically hear everyone laughing at me behind my back. How they’ll look at me when I pass by and whisper to each other about how I fell prey to a con-artist and then they’ll snicker like schoolchildren. I won’t allow it. Do you hear? I won’t allow you to add me to your lists of conquests! You won’t place me on your trophy shelf! What’s worse is that you have the nerve to pull a gun on me! Were you thinking of adding murder to your list of crimes? I’ll kill you first! Love, you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep myself from biting your pretty head off…”

You sobbed as you listened to his mad rant and watched at his face and body continued to contort into something monstrous.

“Please don’t kill me…” you sobbed.

Your plea seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes lifted from the trail of blood from your nose to your tear-filled eyes.

“I can’t…” he whispered. “I should. Believe me I’m angry enough… but I don’t think I could ever live with myself if I ripped you apart like I want to. And prison’s too good for you. You wouldn’t stay there long anyway. You’d just flutter your lashes at the nearest gullible guard and you’d be back on the streets in no time without ever going to trial. Isn’t that right?”

“Diego… you’re hurting me…” you said in a pained gasp. He was gripping your shoulders so hard.

“Oh poor thing.” He mocked. “Well you hurt me first, you lying, conniving little harlot and, believe me, you’ll pay for it! I’m not letting you go… I still want you. Damn my own foolish heart, I still want you. So you’re going to stick by me just like you used to. But you’re not getting out of your punishment. As much as I love you, I won’t let you get away with what you did to me. I want you at every checkpoint singing my praises louder than ever before. I want you throwing yourself at my feet even if it means kneeling in filth. I want you to do it where everyone can see you, so you can see what it feels like to have everyone laughing at you. You’ll be at my beck and call, my personal servant. If I can’t have you as my lover, then you’ll be my dog! You’ll grovel before me, beg for my attention, and my kindness, and I’ll give you none of it until I think you’ve earned it! That’s right, there will be no more perfumes, jewelry, or fancy clothes for you. From now on you’ll have to earn that, too. I’ll show you exactly what it means to fall on hard times!”

This couldn’t be happening! Not to you! You were supposed to be on your way to the next town and the next poor sap to con. You weren’t supposed to be here now in the clutches of a madman who seemed to be turning into a monster.

“Don’t think for a minute that you can run either.” Diego continued. “Try to escape and I’ll find you. I’ll hunt you down just like I did today, only when I find you again I will kill you! I’ll kill you and anyone you try to get help from.”

“Please, Diego,” you sobbed. “I can pay the money back! I can--!”

“This isn’t about the damned money!” he thundered.

You cringed at his tone, afraid that he’d hit you again.

“I can make it up to you! Please, Diego! I’ll do anything!” you said, hoping beyond hope that he would listen to reason.

Diego grinned revealing rows of jagged, animalistic teeth. You just stared at them, unable to believe what you were seeing.

“Good. Glad to hear it.” he sneered. “You can start by giving me a little kiss.”

You stared warily at his mouth and wondered if he could actually bite off your head, like he’d suggested before.

“Well?” Diego growled, impatient with your hesitation.

You leaned forward and planted your trembling lips against his. The skin there felt rough and leathery. You didn’t have time to think about it as Diego abruptly dragged his tongue across your face, lapping up the blood from your nose. You groaned in disgust and Diego chuckled.

“Again. Kiss me again and this time do it like you bloody mean it!”

You obliged, pressing your lips against his and his mouth all but engulfed you as he turned the simple kiss into a full on make out session. You whimpered pathetically the entire time.

Diego pulled away, his face back to normal.

“Well, that’s a start.” he quipped.

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Diego walked out of the stable after putting Silver Bullet away. Like clockwork, you shoved your way out of the crowd and landed on your knees at Diego’s feet. He turned, giving you a blank look. You didn’t look up. You didn’t want to see that triumphant look in his eyes. You also didn’t want to see the looks of disgust and pity on the faces of the crowd. It was bad enough that you could hear the things they were saying about you.

Pathetic.

Desperate.

Filthy.

Annoying.

At every checkpoint, Diego had you playing the part of his pitiful little fan that followed him everywhere he went, desperately seeking his attention. It was beyond humiliating, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Diego warned you that if you wanted to eat today, you’d better put on a good show like the obedient little dog you were.

“You were wonderful out there today, Diego!” you said, using the tone you’d always used on him back when you were trying to win him over.

Laughter erupted from the crowd and your face heated up. You lowered your gaze even further so that you were staring at the mud that stained your knees. Diego ignored the crowd and tenderly grasped one of your hands. He pulled you up from the dirt, earning a murmur of adoration.

How kind he was to give that filthy street walker even a modicum of his time.

“You don’t look like you’ve eaten in a while,” He said in a soft tone that had tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He was horrible. The living definition of a monster. How could anyone buy into this act of fake kindness he was putting on? He used a thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, smearing some of the caked up dirt on your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, now. Let’s get you fed.”

He pulled you along and you followed behind him, head lowered. Diego had ruined you. The days of holding your head high were long over. You would never get your dignity back after this. The only thing that concerned you now is whether or not Diego would let you sleep in a hotel room or stick you in the stables tonight.

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jojolymes · 4 months

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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; thirty-five

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YOUR CHEST was aching— or rather, everything was aching, aside from a few parts of you that were dreadfully numb. A groan slipped past your lips as you opened your eyes and adjusted to the light that flooded in through the cabin windows. Your hands tried and failed, to push you up, and when your eyes finally grew accustomed to the light, you almost screamed at the sight of Ringo standing over you. Still, there was not enough air in your lungs for you to do that, and your body seemed to refuse to do anything but lay there.

"Ah, so you're awake. Good," Ringo muttered, leaning back so that you had to turn your head to see him, "he wouldn't appreciate it if you were dead. Though, I made sure not to shoot within range so you should be fine by the time he gets here." Who the hell was he talking about? Gyro? You couldn't say a word without blood seeping from your lips, making your stomach sink. What was Ringo planning for you? He sighed and looked down at his wrist before looking back at you.

"I suppose I should question you now just in case. What do you know about the Corpse Heart?" Ringo asked, face devoid of any emotion. The Corpse Heart? You went to speak once more but started coughing, blood splattering onto the timeworn, wooden floor of the cabin. Ringo watched until you willed yourself to speak, glaring up at him with your cheek still glued to the bloodied floor.

"I... I don't know anything."

"Hmm. He tells me you were related to Robert Speedwagon. Is that not correct?"

Robert?

"Wh-What the fuck do you... know about Robert?"

"So you are related. Alright, well, you must know about the heart then. After all, he was the one who had it."

Robert had the Corpse Heart?

No, he couldn't have. Robert didn't have a stand like you did and if he had indeed had the Corpse Heart, surely you would have known. He would have told you. You were the closest to one another and none of your other brothers had ever compared, as harsh as the statement was. Robert would have told you if that was true. He couldn't have had it. He just couldn't have.

But... he had made it so far into the race. Farther along than any of your other brothers. Far closer to that prize money. You could still remember how much happier your father and your brothers had been every time you read his name in the paper. People all around the neighborhood would come up to you and say how great it was that Robert was one of the finalists. How great that one brother had somehow managed to outdo all the others.

How lucky you were.

How lucky to have a brother who had decided to keep something from you.

How lucky to be told by a stranger that your brother had kept the biggest secret from you and died without uttering a single word.

You couldn't say anything as Ringo studied your expression. His eyes dragged over your face, your bandana now hanging loosely around your neck. You couldn't even find it in you to care as you fought back tears, blinking them away. You wouldn't let them fall now. Ringo hummed, seemingly discontent with your reaction. Your brow furrowed as he turned away from you, to lean over Johnny instead with a map in his hands that you hadn't noticed. Your hand shot out before you could stop it, fingers digging into the fabric of Ringo's shirt with as much power as you could muster.

"D-Don't..."

"I'm not going to hurt him. I need to see how this map aligns with his arm," Ringo said, prying your weak fingers from his shirt, gazing down at you with no hint of pity. There was nothing more for you to do but let your hand fall to the floorboards, staring at the blood that slowly dripped down the side of Johnny's face. With your ear to the floor, as you watched, you wondered if you'd hear Johnny's heartbeat but feared how faint it might be.

You pressed your ear harder against the wood, breathing hard. But you heard no steady thrum echoing against the boards. Instead, you heard a whisper of soft clicks and taps, dull enough to catch your ear. It didn't thump but made a steady, endless symphony, never growing louder or softer as it went. You turned away from the floor and toward the wall of the cabin, eyes narrowing as bits of dust sprinkled through the gaps in the wood.

"Huh?"

The wall burst open, splintered shards of wood hitting the floor as Gyro's steel ball hit Ringo straight in the temple with a sickening crack. There in the sunlight stood Gyro, brows furrowed when he saw your smiling face. Your spirit sang at the sight of him but as the wood started flying back at him and the hope you felt dissipated, you realized that Ringo had used his stand again. Gyro was hidden by the wall once more and you could feel a wave of nauseating dread fall over you.

"Still here... Your actions are meaningless to me. I've already expressed this," Ringo stated as his stand manifested, wrapping itself around his shoulders, "I can rewind six seconds in time. I can do this as many times as I wish. My employer will most likely tell me to dispose of you as well, but doing so is worth nothing to me. I will let you leave this orchard. Go, alone. Return to your race. Do as you wish there..." Your nails dug into the floorboards, splintering into your nailbeds as you bit your lip. Would Gyro try again? Would he save you and Johnny...?

Surely, he'd only save Johnny.

"Ya know, might just be me, but I'm getting the feeling you're looking down on me." Your heart jumped when you heard Gyro's voice, clear as day through the cracked wood of the wall. There was still dust seeping through the cracks. You quickly pressed your ear to the floorboards again and heard that same whirring, growing faster now. Your lips twitched into a smile, ignoring all the inner turmoil you felt as you lay there.

"You said you fiddle with that wristwatch to turn back time but, you know, I threw that ball to check your body. I'll tell you just to be fair. My steel ball's scan found an old wound in your left collarbone—" Ringo twitched, just barely noticeable in your peripherals, "—In my next attack, I'm going to aim my attack at that collarbone. And that impact on that old wound will most definitely paralyze your whole left side. And I don't think you're gonna be able to turn that wristwatch with a paralyzed left hand."

"Not just your left arm, but your left leg, even your left eyelid will drop. You won't even be able to speak. Even if you wanted to there won't be a redo. No more six seconds back in time. The paralysis will also stop your heart." Gyro's voice was getting louder now, the crunch of dry grass announcing each approaching footstep. His voice was like death incarnate, unwavering in its words as the ticking of Ringo's watch echoed in the cabin. But death didn't wait for anyone. Ringo didn't falter and just stared at the door, blood spilling over and down his ear.

The door broke apart with a single kick, revealing Gyro once more. The splintered wood fell around him like a warped halo, hitting the floor with each step he took closer to Ringo. Ringo slowly rose to his feet, letting the map he held in his hands flutter onto Johnny's unmoving body. The tension was palpable, so thick and stagnant that you almost choked on it. You couldn't see Gyro's eyes from where you lay but you knew it was for the better. You lay there, a witness to the trembling men who were fated to stand in each other's way in this very moment.

"From this distance, neither of us is going to miss this shot."

Ringo stared straight back at Gyro, not saying a word, back turned to you and Johnny. Your hand twitched when you realized this— if you could just summon Iron Maiden, you could try and help Johnny. Ringo and Gyro didn't dare look away from the other and you knew that if you were going to save Johnny you'd have to do it then and there. You willed yourself to move, even with your aching body, and slowly pushed yourself toward Johnny, hoping that the threat of Gyro was more important than you.

"So, now what? We can't back down now. It doesn't matter what we want anymore," Gyro stated, hand inching toward the steel ball in his holster. Ringo's hand was sitting on the handle of his gun, fingering the leather. You didn't let the gunshot stop you, nor the crack of Ringo's collarbone, and instead managed to throw yourself onto Johnny, protecting him from the shards of wood that fell from the roof. You felt Iron Maiden's warmth fill your body, hovering over you and Johnny as she repelled any shard away from you.

Gyro flew across the room, landing on a bookshelf that crumbled under his weight. Ringo did the same, landing a ways from you and Johnny, twitching in the pool of blood he found himself in. You sucked a breath from between your teeth, looking at Gyro's unmoving body with a stomach that sank far past your feet.

"I-Iron Maiden!"

Another gunshot rang out and you found yourself back on the ground, lying beside Johnny. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the roof, the shards of wood that would fall on you in the future still partially intact. You looked over at Gyro, meeting his gaze for just a moment, barely even a second. Had he planned to use the wooden shards to beat Ringo? You looked up at the ceiling once more, trying not to be obvious. The wood had been falling all over you, Johnny, and Ringo so if Gyro planned to use those shards, you and Johnny would have to move.

You grabbed Johnny's arm and started pulling him toward you, willing Iron Maiden to reappear and help you. You felt her warmth fill you once more and you almost laughed. Of course, Gyro would use the shards. It was surprising that Ringo hadn't noticed them at all. Your body ached as you strained to pull Johnny closer, his hair falling in front of his eyes. You'd have to heal him with Iron Maiden later, even if he wasn't going to thank you.

"Thought so... So, you turned back time? Six seconds. So what now? One more time?" Gyro asked with blood dribbling down his chin, "One more time?!" Ringo gritted his teeth and took a half step backward as Gyro took one closer. You flinched but continued pulling Johnny toward you, wincing as you went. Your body protested but you wouldn't stop. You'd do something even if Johnny and Gyro hated you right now. You had to.

"Interesting, Gyro Zeppelli," Ringo said with a strained smile, "your eyes have taken a better glow, but you are still merely a conformist!" You could feel the tiny splinters of wood start to fall on you now and you tugged on Johnny's arm a little harder, biting back a cry as you felt your wounds sear hot and excruciating. Gyro's hand was on his holster once more, readying himself for his attack.

"That's not for you to decide! Neither of us can back down now!"

Gyro lurched forward, winding one arm back before chucking it hard at Ringo's collarbone as Ringo pointed his gun at Gyro. You heard a crack and a gunshot and yanked on Johnny, pulling him onto your aching body. You wrapped your arms around him and with a shrill cry, you managed to pull him to the other side of you, holding him tight to yourself. His blond hair splayed across your cheek matted with blood as you watched Gyro land on the bookshelf for the second time.

"This is the second shot! This decides it!" Ringo screamed with his left hand glued to his left collarbone, with blood pouring from the middle of it. He reloaded his gun with a single click and kept it pointed at Gyro, gritting his teeth as he pressed his hand harder into his collarbone. You held Johnny a little tighter, looking at Gyro frantically. Had it worked? You hadn't been too busy shielding Johnny to see if Gyro's plan had worked— your stomach churned.

Gyro met your gaze, his eyes shining with self-assurance. It was unexpected to see a man— he had always been so wishy-washy about you in retrospect, constantly flipping back and forth between thinking you were amazing and wishing you were dead somewhere— staring into your eyes the way Gyro was doing. It tugged hard at your heart, almost like he was trying to rip your heart to bury it six feet under. So when Ringo began to choke on his own blood and unspoken words, you couldn't help but let your heart go.

"With your left arm, Ringo Roadagain, you guarded your collarbone," Gyro began, sitting up with his gaze fixed on Ringo who writhed on the ground like he had six seconds before turning the knob on his watch the first time, "you wanted to finish me off with that second shot. And because of that defensive stance, your attack didn't hit any vitals and instead hit my shoulder. The end would be when you fired your next shot..." Gyro started getting to his feet as Ringo's body went slack.

"A shard of wood... the pieces of wood that were falling ...you remembered where they were from the first six seconds and used your steel ball to launch them at me," Ringo muttered in shock, eyes trained on Gyro's every move. You, on the other hand, let yourself relax, staring up at the shattered ceiling with Johnny still cradled in your arms. You could feel his faint breath against your neck, feather-light but still there. It was something, better than nothing, for sure.

"Admirable, Gyro Zeppeli... I was one move behind."

"If you hadn't been guarding yourself with one arm, you would have definitely hit my vitals... someone as capable as you..." Gyro trailed off, putting his steel ball back in his holster as he watched Ringo inch his right hand forward, fingers nearing the handle of his gun.

"But that would have brought the match to a duel again... another six-second rewind... it would have gone on. The duel would have never ended. Though it seems as if those six seconds are already up," Ringo said with a faint smile, starting the shakily wrap his fingers around the handle. His wristwatch was still ticking and Ringo knew if he played his cards right, he could kill Gyro right then and there.

"Stop it. Don't try anything funny. There's no second shot for you. Put that gun down. I'm satisfied... there's no reason for me to finish you off," Gyro ordered as Ringo's face fell, his hand sitting comfortably on the gun's handle. He managed to sit himself up, slowly, but up regardless. The shard still poked out of his collarbone, centimeters away from piercing into the flesh of his cheek. But that wouldn't matter soon.

"That's why you are a conformist! Find the path of light! The shining path that one must tread! These are societal values and also a true man's values. They used to be synonymous in the past but currently, the two are not necessarily one and the same," Ringo babbled, blood dripping down from his chin as his heartbeat started to slow, "Man and society are completely different ideals now. But the true road to victory requires embracing the true man's values and you should be able to see it now. Continue the race and find out for yourself... the path of light."

Ringo could see it now, the forest he had grown up in as a child. His mother and his sister waiting for him, big smiles on their faces. How long had it been since he had seen their faces? He could still remember the time before that man had come and taken it all away from him. Back when he couldn't rewind six seconds to stop their brutal deaths. Now, he'd leave it all behind, and finally see what he had only ever dreamed of.

"That is what I will pray for. And I thank you."

Ringo used the last of his strength to point the gun to the right, the glimmer of the metal catching your eye. You didn't even think when Iron Maiden appeared in front of you, deflecting the bullet away from you and Johnny. Gyro didn't either as he chucked the ball he had just put back into Ringo's chest, creating a cacophony of cracks that Ringo could only smile at the sound of. As your head fell onto Johnny's barely rising chest, Gyro stood back and let the light of the sun beat down over him.

"WELCOME TO THE TRUE MAN'S WORLD."

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vixensmart · 9 days

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Y/N: Damn it, Diego! This wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted to try something new! Diego: *dinosaur noises*

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kitchenscissorbangs · 21 days

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

#diego brando #gyro zeppeli x reader #diego brando x reader #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #hot pants #jjba x reader #johnny joestar x reader #hot pants x reader #lucy steel #anime #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure

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dollface-yandere · 1 year

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"only one bed?" you're kidding."

yandere! diego brando x reader

warning; non-consensual touching, yandere and dark themes, suggestive touch, blackmailing, inappropriate use of stand, probably ooc, scratching, kicking

prompt; you stop at a hotel for rest before the next segment of the race. unfortunately; there's only one bed, and you really, really hate the man you're forced to travel with.

"that'll be.." the receptionist at the hotel paused to look you in the eyes. "oh, could i ask real quick? the sign outside says the competitors from the race are allowed free lodging.. that is still a thing, no?"

diego put one hand on his hip and turned his heel, his other arm reaching for his pockets. you stood anxiously next to him, teetering up and down on your toes waiting for the lady to assign you a room and give you the key.

you kept yourself reminded of how he treated you earlier that day. the toe of his leather boots roughly dug into your cheek, rubbing a combination of dirt, sand, and gravel into your face while his other foot weighed down on your back to prevent you from standing back up.

his rough voice quieted down for that moment. he removed his foot from your back, kneeling down to your eye level, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your face up. he brought dry lips to your ear, keeping his voice low so that if anybody did find you two, nobody'd see.

your eyes widened while he whispered in your ear your biggest secret that you hadn't told any other racers. you still don't know how he found out. was he spying on you the previous night? or did he pay someone to figure it out and tell him?

the receptionist's voice seemed to have brought you back out of your trance. "my apologies, i should have known you were racers! theres one last room, it should be a double bed. the number is 115, on the third floor. and, here are your keys."

she stuck out her hand, holding a keyring with a singluar key on it. the key appeared gold with the numbers "115" engraved into the dirty, worn brass.

with each step up the stairs, you felt uneasy. all you wanted was to get a room and get to bed. diego took his sweet time unlocking the door, too. after what felt like 5 minutes, you sighed in relief, even if it only took one minute. you and diego entered the room. everything was perfectly decorated and pristine. one slight issue; there was only one bed.

"no goddamn way," you huffed out and paused, dropping your belongings on the floor by your feet, "no way am i sharing a bed with you."

there must have been a mix-up. the lady downstairs said there was only one room left with two beds. it appears she was wrong, because you and diego stood before a hotel room with not two, but one single bed. the registration counter was closed now, you were lucky enough to get a room before she closed up for the night.

now, it's 10:34pm. you've been arguing back and forth with diego about sleeping arrangements for 2 minutes now. "i'm not gonna share a bed with you. horses will fly before i lay next to your stupid ass."

after arguing and arguing, you found yourself lying on your side facing the wall, while diego stared up at the ceiling. you could feel him shift positions. "what are you doing? just go to bed." a hand with.. what felt like much longer nails than diego had, rested on your waist, moving up and down your sides.

"don't be like that." he trailed his hand up your body for another minute until you had enough. "damn it, stop that! i can't sleep with you doing.." your voice stopped suddenly after you turned around.

he looked.. different. his nails were more like sharp claws, his tongue was unusally long, and a bandage peeled off his face to reveal a long slit from his mouth through half of his cheek. sharp teeth replaced his usual straight, normal teeth.

"what's the matter? i thought you wanted to sleep." diego smirked with confidence while he placed another hand on your shoulder, his claws scratching into your skin while you stared in horror.

#dollface-yandere #df-y fic #diego brando #diego brando x reader #yandere diego brando #jojo yandere #yandere content #yandere #steel ball run #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba part seven #jjba part 7

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Congrats on 500 followers! You deserve this and much more!!💕💕

Can you make a headcanon or a mini fic (whichever you think is best) of a female reader who is in love with Jotaro (or Diego, I love this dinosaur boy) but she is extremely insecure and always gets it in her head that she will never be reciprocated but she has no idea that he is extremely in love with her and that he thinks she is extremely cute and that he wants her all to himself?

Thank you so much!!😚💕

oh my goodness thank you so much!!!! literally you have been so supportive and lovely through my journey, so thank you so so much!!! I think I'm gonna stick with headcanons because this fic would be a thousand years long lmaooo

and i chose diego because i havent wrote for him yet on this blog and i thought this idea was ADORABLE!

you spend a lot of time staring at Diego

like a lot of time

he's just so pretty, how can you not???

you've only been dating for a few months, and already, you had this awful feeling

like he didnt love you or care about you

sure he was the one to ask you out, but you couldnt help but think that he hated you or something

you always wanted to wrap your arms around him or tell him how pretty you thought he was, but you didnt know how he would react, so you kind of just ended up always avoiding it

not only that, but he had some really attractive friends and some were girls

how could this attractive and talented guy be with someone like you???

you couldnt help but get this awful awful feeling like he was going to leave you for someone else... or that he already has

but you kept doing what you needed to do and were happy that you did get to spend every single day with him

it was just hard to look in the mirror and think someone like him would like you

diego, without you knowing, felt the exact same way

if not this man was even more in love with you

he caught himself blushing whenever you would say his name or hold his hand

he caught himself giggling at everything you said

how on earth did someone as beautiful as you like some guy like him???

One day, while you two were having some breakfast together, Diego said, "we should... cuddle more often."

You looked up, shocked "Wh-what? What do you mean?"

He looked down at his plate red faced. "We didn't cuddle last night... and uhm... I just thought it was odd that we weren't in each other's arms while we slept. It felt... lonely, even though you were sleeping right next to me."

You lit up. "Okay!" You nodded. "Definitely!"

He looked at you with a smile. "Good." He grabbed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it. "You know I love you with all my heart, right, y/n?"

You melted as all doubt fell from your body. You were all his now.

:) <3

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reclusiverisottonero · 1 year

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MEOWDY julie!! may i humbly request my beloved diego with either "i’m very lucky to have you." or "i’m not staring at you, i’m admiring you." as far as extra details it'd be cute if the setting was just at home.. you know me, i'm a sucker for domesticity 💜🥺 THANK YOU in advance

Hi Kat! I hope this is domestic enough and you enjoy it 💖

Pairing: Diego Brando/Reader (gn) Rating: SFW Notes: Modern setting

Cleaning out your wardrobe is a task easier said than done. It’s not starting the deep clean that’s the problem, nor taking the haul of unwanted clothes to the thrift shop to sell off. It’s everything in between that’s the issue. In particular, trying to choose what gets the honor of remaining in your closet and what doesn’t. You have a bad habit of finding things long forgotten within its confines and promising yourself to wear them, only to forget about it and end up repeating the process all over again next time you have the energy to clean up.

Your husband not offering a shred of assistance doesn’t help much, either.

“You need to make a decision, love.” Diego says, lounging on the bed across from your spot at the full length mirror. He’s trying to appear nonchalant, but the angle of his brow and slight curve of his lips give away the impatience lurking just beneath the surface.

“And you need to quit staring and give me your input.” You reply, holding the coat you’ve recovered from the depths of your closet back up against you, “Keep, or toss?”

Diego doesn’t bother to suppress his eye roll at your quip, “I’m not staring at you, I’m admiring you.” In one smooth motion he’s off the bed and in front of you, crowding your space as he rests his hands on your waist and the citrusy-mint scent of his cologne fills your nose, “You look good in pretty much anything, so my opinion on the matter would be quite moot, don’t you think?”

The heat spreading across your face lasts the same amount of time it takes for Diego to smirk at the effect his words are having on you, before lightly shoving him back so you can throw the coat over his head. You both scoff at the same time, him from the indignity he’s just suffered and you from his attempt at being a flirt when you’re seeking genuine opinions. At this rate you’re not going to get anything done today.

“I was being serious!” His voice is slightly muffled by the thick cloth but his defensive tone is still clear, though you’re unmoved. Yellow-gold hair flies around in a halo as Diego pulls the offending coat off his head with a huff before it settles to frame his striking, slightly pink-tinted face again. He mulls over the offending piece of outerwear held tight in his hands for a moment, “I will say though...I haven’t seen you wear this in quite some time.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, though it’s more out of fondness than exasperation. You point at the minuscule pile of clothes already on the chopping block and Diego throws the coat into it like the thing personally assaulted him of its own free will as you say, “The faster you can help me with my clothes the faster we can get through yours too.”

“Excuse me.” Your husband gasps with a cross of his arms, “I don’t have nearly as much—”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.” You shoot back and gesture to the other half of the shared closet full of your boyfriend’s high-end clothes. Diego doesn’t try to defend himself because he knows you’re right. He hoped to distract you from cleaning his own side and now that you’re not falling for it he lets out a low growl, crossing his arms with a slight jut of his chin.

“Fine.” He spits out, lip curling slightly, “On the condition that you don’t buy anything at the thrift shop this time. You deserve to wear nice clothes that haven’t been used.”

As touching as the sentiment is, it's on that's misplaced in your eyes and you’ve had this argument a million times by now. Still you gasp and hold the top you’ve just taken off a hangar to your chest. The imitation you put on of Diego is immaculate as you say, “Excuse me, what is wrong with wanting to buy things second hand—”

From the other room Diego’s beloved bearded dragon, Anguirus, slowly blinks awake from his nap under the heat lamp to the sounds of your bickering. Hidden in the cubby below his tank is a sizable stack of the lizard’s own little outfits and hats that you have plans to look through later. For now though, you continue to argue your point about thrift shopping with your husband. The little dragon makes his way to his water dish to take a quick drink before finding a new spot in his generously sized tank to settle in and enjoy the lit and timbres of your combined voices even if he can’t understand the words.

It’s just another relaxing day in the Brando household.

#diego brando #steel ball run #diego x reader #diego brando x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #my writing

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 3 months

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SBR (funny Valentine, Diego, Johnny) HC

Funny valentine:

•The scars on his back are sensitive. Like bad sensitive. If you two are going at it you gotta be realllll careful on how you grip his back (just hold the back of his neck.) you only found that out bc when you two were fucking you gripped his back and he literally jumped out of his skin. (He kinda likes it but you have to be gentle)

•Does he like being a sugar daddy? Maybe, perhaps. He definitely likes to spoil you but you have to go out and shop by yourself bc he’s busy. Just hands you a wad of cash while he’s working

“Funny.. can we spend some time together~?”

“Not now.” Takes money out his pocket and slaps it into your hand “come back in two or so hours and im all yours. I have papers to finish up”

•For some reason I think he’d really like a feisty partner. Like if you talk back, give attitude, or even just don’t answer him when he brings something up to you he kinda gets a little hot bc of it.

“Y/n.” The president spoke to you with his back towards you as he looked out a window

“What.” You spoke back, not looking up from your hands as you filed your nails

“Excuse me?” He cocked an eyebrow as he turned his head in your direction

“What.” You did the same thing, cocked an eyebrow as you looked up for a moment

“You need to work on how you address me, Y/n.”

“Oh do I now? Why is that?” You said as you crossed your legs the other way and continued to file your nails on the other hand

Funny walked over to you and gripped you by the collar of your shirt, forcing you to look up at him as he looked in your eyes.

“Because I am your higher up.”

You smirked “good for you.”

Diego Brando:

•Diego needs you to scratch him up. He likes to show it off idk why probably bc he is a cocky bastard who wants to make everyone (Johnny) jealous

Diego was fucking you rapidly, his hands around your throat as he thrusts into your core.

“Y/n.”

Your eyes dart to his face, red and dripping sweat

“Scratch me up.”

Your arms reached around his back, hands finding his shoulders then sliding them down with your nails digging into his skin. Leaving red lines from where they started to where your nails currently were.

He moaned out in delight and anguish. it hurt but In a good way

•Say what you want but Diego definitely likes to help you tack up your horse bc he secretly likes to be needed

“Jeez y/n. You can’t put your saddle back that far. How do you ever expect the horse to be comfortable.. and your girth, god. It’s way too loose. Did you do your polo wraps? You did but they’re backwards, god. Here watch me do it.”

May be backhanded a little but it’s kinda hot tbh.

•This one’s kinda weird but I think he likes to go on rants about horses (kin as an equine) like you say something or ask something he’ll just go on a rant

“What do you mean? You don’t know what a flank is?? Surprised you haven’t gotten your teeth kicked in. Okay so-“ then talks your ear off. He picked it all up bc he worked with horses when he was younger (#kin again)

Johnny Joestar:

•Johnny is definitely definitely definitely loves having you lay on him (aww so cute) while he fucks you (oh-) he likes to hold your back, chest to chest while he kisses your neck as you bounce up and down on his cock. Bonus points if you hold his shoulders your face while you bury you face in his neck. (If you know you know)

•Johnny actually loves flowers? Idk why I just thought of that, he loves to talk about flowers.. does he do it often, no chance. But he knows how you pick them for a person he’s interested in that’s for sure.

I have no more I got bored

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba sbr #steel ball run #steel ball run fanfic #johnny joestar #johnny jojo #johnny joestar x reader #funny valentine #funny valentine x reader #diego brando #diego brando x reader

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jojo-lane · 1 year

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POV: You're late with Diego Brando's morning coffee.

#diego brando #diego brando x reader #steel ball run #quick lil thing i drew #jjba fanart

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retlasute · 9 months

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

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

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

☆ Chapter 1 - Knowing Me, Knowing You

☆ Chapter 2 - Mamma Mia

☆ Chapter 3 - The Way Old Friends Do

☆ Chapter 4 - Hasta Mañana

☆ Chapter 5 - One Man, One Woman

☆ Chapter 6 - The Best Is Yet To Come

☆ Chapter 7 - Luck Be A Lady

☆ Chapter 8 - Fools Rush In

☆ Chapter 9 - Somethin' Stupid

☆ Chapter 10 - A Friend Of Yours

☆ Chapter 11 - Here In The Real World

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

☆ Chapter 13 - Funny How Time Slips Away

☆ Chapter 14 - Can You Fool

☆ Chapter 15 - Southern Nights

☆ Chapter 16 - Right Back Where We Started From

☆ Chapter 17 - One Last Ride

☆ Chapter 18 - Life Has Just Begun

☆ Chapter 19 - Lead Me On

#diego brando x reader #time travel #steel ball run #jjba #johnny x reader #ao3fic #gyro x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #gyro zeppeli #diego brando #johnny joestar #jjba part 7 #jjba x reader #long fic #ao3 stuff

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gyroist · 2 years

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FRUSTRATED. — HEADCANONS.

— after neglecting your needs for too long, you end up asking your riding partner for “help”.

↺ feat. johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando x afab!reader ↺ cw/tws. smut — oral (recieving & giving), fingering, handjob, light teasing, blowjob lol, barely beta read (sorry) ↺ word count. 2k ↺ note. happy saturday, have this short thing? not gonna lie, i don’t even remember what the inspiration for this was. didn’t mean to write anything other than headcanons but i guess i couldn’t help myself. oh well! enjoy.

masterlist.

▸ it’s 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.

▸ 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.

▸ truth be told, it’s been a while since you’ve 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.

▸ it doesn't help the fact that because you’ve 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 help….

johnny joestar !

asking johnny….

▸ at first, johnny would just stare at you blankly, processing everything you just said to him. ‘they..they want me to touch em? just like that?’ not to mention gyro was literally a few feet a way and surely had heard the absurd question…. ‘which is probably why he walked away further…’

▸ when it all settles into johnny’s head, a cute dust of pink creeps up on johnny’s cheeks. he adverts his gaze down to the small fire in the middle of the ‘camp’ you three had set. deep down, johnny had no real problems with this.

▸ “you’re real crazy for askin’ me to touch you while gyro was in earshot, he’ll probably tease me for this in the mornin’ but… let’s take advantage of the fact he ain’t here”

one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. he’d 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 that’s exactly what he’s 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.

“you look so pretty, darling” 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.

“pay attention to me, okay?”

and that’s 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.

“mmn, don’t. let me hear you” johnny mumbles into you, continuing what he was doing but with more pressure. making sure that any attempts of silencing yourself become futile. ‘bastard’ he knows gyro’s going to tease you both for this in the morning; yet, he doesn’t 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 gyro…

▸ much like johnny, gyro gives you a blank stare at first. but it’s mostly due to him being taken back, ‘so bold’ he’d think as his expression quickly morphs into one of mischief.

▸ “oh bambina, my sweet little angel, how could i have not realized you’ve been so neglected these past few days?” gyro would tease, pulling you close and trailing up your thigh. he’d watch as you nervously squirm and press your thighs together. ‘cute’. gyro would lean real close to your ear, pressing a quick kiss to your lobe before continuing his teasing.

▸ “tell me, how much do you want me to touch you?” his hands would stop right at the hem of your pants. gyro wouldn’t go any further until you admitted how many nights you spent wishing he’d just help relieve you of all your troubles… those big hands of his, touching you in all the right places.

▸ if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like you’d burst due to all the contact he’s 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.

▸ 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 isn’t 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 would’ve 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 couldn’t 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 he’s 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 must’ve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.

“eager are we?” gyro hums, his hands squeezing down on the exposed flesh of your thighs. you were beautiful, and he didn’t know if his patience would last. he wants you now, more than anything.

“gyro…” 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. gyro’s 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 gyro’s thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

gyro’s 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.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight as he fully takes in how good you feel around him.

“you wear me so well, look so good like this,” he hums, kissing your cheek

diego brando !

asking diego…

▸ diego gives you an expression that you can’t really read, it’s teetering between “lust” and “what the hell are you talking about”. regret is already washing over you, asking diego should’ve 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.

▸ “very well, come here.” he beckons you over. his expression is surprisingly soft, and his words don’t hold their usual haughtiness. crawling over to him, the familiar feeling of anxiety stirs within you. diego’s silent, unusually so.

▸ “I'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.” of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. ‘maybe he felt lonely too…’

▸ “but first, you’ll have to earn it.” the smugness in diego’s voice is back, he smirks at your confused face before you notice him pointing at the ground in front of him. ‘ah…of course.’

uncomfortably shifting on the ground, your knees were already aching the second you sat yourself in front of diego. asshole didn’t have the decency to give you any sort of cushioning.

“well, what’re you waiting for? get on with it.” 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 diego’s 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 don’t need to look up at him to tell that he’s 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. diego’s 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.

“diego,” 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.

“jesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!” 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

“patience wasn’t always your strong suit” you tease.

truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didn’t 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.

©GYROIST

#johnny joestar smut #gyro zeppeli smut #diego brando smut #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #johnny joestar headcanons #gyro zeppeli headcanons #diego brando headcanons #johnny joestar x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #diego brando x reader #jjba x reader #joannewrites #afterdark

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐢’𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 ( 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ) — 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ this is a dark fic. smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, infidelity ( diego’s canon marriage ), technically stepcest, diego is in fact a bastard, degradation, abusive behavior, threats and mention of murder, dub con and then noncon for like a second, breath control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i haven’t read sbr yet but i really like him okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Oh, fu—“

Diego’s hand claps over your mouth; thumb and forefinger pinching your nostrils closed as he shoves you harder into the wall. “Shut up,” he barks in your ear, but his voice is uneven— raspy, as he hisses through his clenched teeth, “just take it, don’t ruin this for me.” one of your hands claw at his wrist, but the other outstretches, smacking your palm against the table to your left as you scramble to find some sort of leverage, some way to counter the furious pressure you feel from the assault, but you hear glass shatter against the floor. an expensive vase. if Diego hadn’t been fucking you so roughly, you might’ve been able to grab the pottery before it tumbled over the side of the table, but there was no reason to worry about it now. so, you didn’t. you moan into his palm, nails scoring the leather on his wrist. you could taste it, too, and it smells like the barn, with the rest of his equipment.

“Jesus,” he scoffs, incredulous that even now, your walls spasmed happily, and you bounced back to meet the raging of his wild hips, “take your breath away and this pussy of yours only gets tighter, wetter,” he was spitting against your earlobe, as if he were disgusted that you could be so shameless, “you’re one brazen cunt.” unfortunately for him, you could hear the depravity in his voice: he liked it. a lot.

your brows knit together; you feel a low and searing anger in your gut; you wanted to punch him. you would’ve loved to see his pearly white teeth scattered on the floor at your feet, and watch him spit up his own blood. men didn’t talk to you like that and get away with it.

but, Diego did. and you hated him for it.

you make sure he knows it, too, by the way you claw at his gloves, desperate to draw blood from his vulnerable flesh underneath. but the insult on his lips sends violent waves of unbridled lust over you, and instead of fighting, you find yourself pushing back into him harder— wanting his thick cock deeper in your belly, until he hits your limit and your eyes cross. your back twisted into the tautest S arch he could force. you mewl into his hand as he stills there, sank as deep as he could go, just to make you feel it.

attempting to suck in a breath, you’re sorely reminded by the burning in your lungs that he was withholding breathing rights. you stomp one foot, aiming for his toes but you miss, slurring a plea to breathe, but he only grunts and clamps his fist tighter around your face. “Stay put,” he barks, pressing his body against your back just as you start to thrash and pumps hard, slow, and deep. over and over. robbing you of any potential thought attempting to manifest. “I’m about to fucking cum.” you buck, wild and desperate for a single gulp of oxygen, but his vice is too tight, and he wasn’t letting go.

your nails, like razors, manage to dig through his gloves and nick his wrist, then he groans and uses his other hand to pry yours off, pushing it between your slick thighs instead, “Stop being so bloody dramatic, I’ll let you breathe when you make me cum,” he demands, hips pistoning harder— faster, the rhythm making your head spin, “now rub. Rub your greedy little cunt, make her milk me…” he trails off into a strangled moan as he presses your fingers on your button and rubs fiercely, your walls clench his cock, trapping him inside, and his head drops back. you couldn’t be angry, it felt too good. so, you submit, and rub in tandem with the pressure his strength can apply, and before long, you’re melting against the wall, moaning breathless and needy, gurgling for him with your eyes rolling back. “Y—yes, oh, fuck yes…!” Diego’s moans were beautiful and sinful, and roughness of the leather scraping your face and cunt inches you closer to your own release, whether he cares about your pleasure or not.

he doesn’t.

when Diego loses his composure, he all but shakes you like a rag doll, sliding you up and down his length, your breasts jiggling out of the neckline of your sundress, the sleeve slid down one arm. he wasn’t slowing down, he wasn’t stopping, and your body was heating up.

for a moment, you thought he might — for the first time, ever — cum inside you, and you welcomed the proposition of feeling his warmth, but those dreams are dashed when he shoves you off of him and you lean into the wall he’s forced you against. your knees tremble, the sudden hollowed feeling combining with your soiled orgasm to create a thunderstorm in your belly when he erupts, splattering his release on the wooden floor between your feet, and you close your eyes, pursing your recently liberated lips to keep them from puckering into a pout— childishly jealous of the floorboards.

after that, Diego doesn’t speak. tucking his twitching cock that still smells like you into his trousers, then adjusting his shirt, and eventually his gloves, he simply clears his throat and glances in the mirror hanging askew on the wall.

you’ve managed to twirl around, resting your back against the wall, chest heaving and knees turned inwards, and you breathe, ragged, looking up at him. “Is that all you wanted?”

Diego doesn’t even look at you. what a punch in the gut. “At least until I win,” he mumbles, distracted as he gawks at himself, before casting the laziest glance at you, and reaches down for the saddlebag on the floor by the table. “Save that bratty mouth for me and I’ll fuck it stupid once I get back.”

“What about what I want?”

he’s turned away from you now, and he sighs, obviously inconvenienced. “Cock isn’t enough?”

your eyes narrow and you take a forward step. it isn’t the steadiest, but you try to stomp your feet. you’d confided in Diego about your hatred for your grandmother already, and seeing as though he’d married her a couple of months prior and avoided her like the plague, you assumed he shared your sentiments. but your desire to hurry her into the next lifetime had been met with serious disdain. after all, you were in her will and he wasn’t. she was much more useful to him alive. but you thought you could change his mind. split the money with him, make it worth his while. “You could do it right now, you know…” you mumble, glancing at the staircase, “she’s upstairs, sleeping, all you’d have to do is put the pillow over—“

Diego casts you a cold glare over his shoulder, “Drop it. Now.”

you blink, and frown, as if you’ve just been told no by your father because the barbie doll you wanted was too expensive. then, you puff up, furrowing your brows, huffing. “Well if you’re not man enough, I’ll do it myself. I’ll just wait until you’re gone and I’ll—“

a gasp claws its way passed your lips as Diego’s leather-clad fist wraps around your neck, and with one step, and then another, he’s pinned you against the wall you were pressed against only moments before. only this time, you’re much more afraid, because the fire in his ocean eyes tells you that you’re fucked.

“Listen to me very carefully, princess.” he hisses, lips hovering inches from yours. but, for the first time, you don’t want to kiss them. you’re terrified they’re dripping with acid. “I’ve been generous with you, haven’t I? I let you be my pretty, little fucktoy because you’ve got a nice, wet cunt and a cocksucker’s pout. But let me be clear: anyone who would meddle with my money is an enemy, no matter how fuckable they are.” Diego tilts his head, voice softening as his thumb creeps up to jab at your trembling lower lip, manipulation oozing into his husky tone, “You don’t want to be my enemy, do you?” you tremble, eyes wide, and shake your head. all of your superiority was obviously bravado, because you’re trying to dissipate against the wall, and escape his grasp. “Hm?” he urges, pressing the pad against your tier, “Speak, whore.”

“I… don’t want to be your enemy, Diego.”

“Do you want to continue being my little fucktoy?” you nod, but his brow quirks, “Speak.” he repeats. “Say it.”

your cheeks are on fire, but you worry he might tighten the grip on your neck if you don’t ( or worse ), so you stammer, “I— want to be your fucktoy.”

“Good.” he mumbles, satisfied, and his lips graze against yours, “My cash cow better still breathe when I get back or you’ll join her six feet below. Are we clear?” your heartbeat thunders, but you nod, and thankfully, that’s good enough for him. your shaky hands grip the skirt of your dress to keep from vibrating at your sides and you were breathing heavily against his smirking lips. his eyes coruscate as he takes in your frightened expression, “I want you to pet your pretty pussy every night while I’m gone, think about my cock in every, tight hole of yours. Keep that cunt wet and that mouth shut for me like a proper toy should.”

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