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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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princelylove · 6 months

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Hi, accidentally stumble in your blog~ I love yandere jojo contents too so I hope to see your content about it :D

I don't know what to request yet but maybe we can talk about type of yandere. What is your favorite type of yandere? Mine is delusion or simp yandere (what characters in jojo you think they will be in this category btw)

Delusional types are adorable to me. There’s just something so charming about someone who’s so bent on being together that their brain skips the entire courting process and goes right into “We’re dating. No actually we’re married and have been married since forever and even our past lives were married. You belong to me what do you mean I have to stop calling for fifteen days.” I think my favored type is protective, but delusionals are too cute to pass on. As for those I think are delusional or simps, off the top of my head…

I’d also argue that Mista’s the type to simp, he’s pretty sure he’ll die if you carry your own shopping bags, but he doesn’t strike me as delusional. Love’s gotta be real to him, you know? He’s the kind of guy that can take a maybe, hell, even a hard no! He knows how to back off, but he’s just gonna keep watch from over here if that’s cool with you. I mean, come on, what kinda “friend” would he be if he let you open your own doors or pay for your own meal? He’s got a job, it’s totally on him! Don’t even think about trying to step over that puddle yourself, he’s already got you up by your legs to carry you across. He’s pretty strong, isn’t he? Oh, he’d die a happy man if you praised him for something like that. He’s like a dog whose tail just won’t stop wagging. You’re his everything, why wouldn’t he try to do things for you all the time? That isn’t weird, don’t shove him into the same category as creepy guys who never give up! It’s like typical hollywood stuff, you know? Romanticism or whatever!

You know who’s fully delusional, though? I say this with lots of love, but Diego. He just cannot fathom the idea of someone rejecting him, I mean, what’s wrong with him? He’s the prince of the british horseracing world, how DARE you reject him??? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him, don’t play hard to get with him of all people! You should be begging for his attention, not the other way around, but here we are. Diego fully believes that you were made for him, you just don’t understand the gravity (I do think I’m funny for this wordplay) of the situation yet. No matter what happens, you’re always going to be his. As long as he’s got it in his head that you’re more of an object than a real person who has thoughts and feelings like he does, he’s not really going to care about your ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Look, pigeons are just meant to be led, and he’s already somewhat fond of you, so just let him have what he wants. I’m firmly of the belief that if you ever flat out rejected him, he’d just think you were unwell and needed him even more. Be good for him, he doesn’t have the time to play this silly little game of cat and mouse with you right now.

Joseph is another “You can’t play hard to get forever!” type to me, honestly. He’s persistent like a bloodhound, and is going to get in the way of whatever lover or relationship you’ve got going on right now no matter what. He called dibs on you, so, it’s totally fair. He’ll show up to your apartment or house and completely ignore his training if it means getting just a glimpse of you. So what if he’s got a ring in his throat, he wants to put a ring on your finger! Joseph goes the extra mile for you- literally. If you were to move out of town, he’d walk all the way to your new place if he had to. Joseph won’t be deterred so easily. You just wanted him to get some exercise, right, babe? That’s so thoughtful of you! It makes his day when you look his way, especially if you actually catch him showing off with his training. If you were to actually talk to him, or god forbid compliment him, he’d be reeling for a week. He trails behind you on your errands, taking notes mentally of where you go and what you get. One day he’ll know it by heart, and then you won’t even have to go on errands anymore! Unless you want to go with him, that is. Then he’s totally down for a little couple’s day out. Joseph will buy you whatever you want as long as he gets his fix in. Let him put his head on your lap and just stare, and he’ll be thrilled. I don’t necessarily believe that Joseph would kidnap you if you broke his fantasy too many times, but you’re definitely going to start losing a lot of personal time. It doesn’t matter how he got into your apartment, he made dinner. Haha, ok, you caught him. He ordered dinner.

I think it’s fairly obvious to say that Yukako is delusional. She has a warped sense of reality. Her crimes really don’t matter to her because she’s making up for it. Look, look, she cooked for you. Stop trying to go for the door or the window. Yukako loves you, so you’re going to be perfect for her, and you’re going to be perfect together. She’s firm about never leaving your side even though she’s already got you all to herself. She sees nothing wrong with skipping dating and going right to locking you up if she thinks you need her for something. You’re failing at that cooking class that school made you take despite your pleas not to? She can do that. You’re awful with directions? She knows every little corner of town. You actually don’t need her and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself? Don’t talk like that. You need her. There’s absolutely no reason to deny her, so let’s do this the cutesy way she wants it.

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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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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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How do you think the Hargreeve siblings would react when they found out about yandere Five?

AO3

Five: *at the mansion, holds your arms tightly* You're definitely not leaving here. I'll be back in a minute and if I don't see you here, I'll lock you up again, got it? If you run away, I will find you and take you to a place where no one can find you. There you can't run anywhere and no one can help you. I give you freedom because I love you and I care about you so much, so don't make me regret it. And if you try to ask my sibling for help while I'm away, both you and them will regret it, understand?

Siblings: *All witness this moment* ... ???

Viktor: Five... what the hell did you do?

Luther: Did he kidnap you?

Diego: OF COURSE HE KIDNAPPED HER!

Klaus: Oh my god... Five? Five, she's NOT your LIVING MANNEQUIN!!!

Ben: Five's crazy and you're just getting it.

Allison: I heard a rumor–

Five: *squeezes her throat* that you will all die if you try to take her away from me.

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gghostcatt · 9 months

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a bunch of doodles <33

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erenxfrieda · 1 year

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Ive had this idea of yandere!five kidnapping you and diego finding you and feeling like needs to save you. Idk why but its been in my head all week 😭

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, dark/yandere themes, some villain!Five mentions, Diego here is a good guy, the end of the story remains uncertain, Diego/Lila relationship, Lila/Reader&Diego/Reader just friends.

oh my! i really love ur idea!! just imagine...Five, who actually spent his whole life trying to save people he loves from any disaster and Diego, who's basically suffering from hero complex 24/7. two overprotective guys who will do anything to save you! but there are some differences... let's start with Five.

Number Five

Well, you didn't specify if Diego here yandere too, so I'll only describe Five as one.

So, I don't think Five has a hero complex. Yes, he practically gave up all his basic human needs just to finally make sure that these 6 assholes do not die, but he didn't do this because he considered his destiny to be a hero for them, he saw the death of loved ones. He literally has no other choice. And I don't think Five ever told them how he saved them in the end of season 2. He's fine and satisfied when all of them are safe and sound.

I think that he would kidnap you only if you are in great danger, for example, someone from the Commission, or maybe The Handler herself is interested in you, which is why one of her goals will be to harm you, to kill you and possibly torture you. Actually, do something that you 100% wouldn't like, and obviously Number Five wouldn't like it too.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, looking skeptical about all this weird story. A visible annoyance and displeasure on your face due to the fact that you were literally offered to forget about your career and personal life, it was not surprising when you began to refuse his offer.

After a moment, you began to laugh quietly, turning away from Five so that he wouldn't notice your silly reaction to his words. Does he even understand what that sounds like?

“Do you have any idea how serious I am right now?” Five says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What you're suggesting is not serious, Five,” you click your tongue. “What will I tell my friends? 'Excuse me, I have to pretend to be dead for God knows how long while I'm being chased by a space-time organization with a hundred highly dangerous assassins ready to kill me at any moment' ?”

“Why not?” he asks, it was obvious that he still didn't understand your main issue.

“Look, Five,” you sigh heavily. “I'm not even part of the Academy, you know? All these fights, escapes from one world to another...all of this stuff is not for me. Unlike you, I never lived as a hero, I'm just an ordinary person with boring problems.”

You rub your temples tiredly, trying to calm down, while there was a tense silence between you at this time. You didn't pay attention to how amazingly quiet Five was, perhaps you didn't notice because of how much you wanted to avoid conflict and not hurt his feelings at the same time.

“I wasn't a hero either,” he calmly replies to you, pausing a little, while he steps closer to you. “And I’m not sure I ever will be one.”

You turn your gaze to him, looking confused by his response, but you remain quiet, not sure what to say to that. Five comes up to you and just hugs you, pulling you closer to him.

“But if I get a guarantee that you'll be safe,” Five whispers softly in your ear, his grip on you tightens visibly. “Then I have no other choice then to be a villain.”

Number Two

And right after that, here we are, Diego appears on stage.

I don't think Five would tell anyone about you, because first of all, taking care of you is Number Five's private business, not Two's.

But the rest of the Umbrella Academy clearly knows of your existence, maybe just as one of Five's friends, maybe as a lover or just the person who somehow gets along really well with him, so it would be strange of Diego not to start worrying about your sudden disappear, since you were just a civilian with no superpowers.

And we all know that under the watchful eye of this lovable version of Batman nothing can escape.

Diego stared at Five, leaning back in his chair. It seems as if he is now going through that difficult period of his life at the Academy again, when Number Two played the role of an independent hero who always suspected everyone, only this time, he didn't know if his guesses were true.

Five seemed to be just ignores this man, too busy for now, while he makes some peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

“Are you going to stare at me like that all day?” Five asks.

“Where are they?” Diego spins his knife in one hand, narrowing his eyes, now he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he watches every single one Five's action.

“Since when do you care about their whereabouts?” Five barely noticeably frowns at the mere mention of it, but carefully hides his real emotions.

Diego suddenly stands up and quickly walks towards Five, grabbing his arm, stopping him from doing any further, having all of his attention.

“I know there's definitely something wrong here,” Number Two leans a little lower towards Five. “And I will-”

“Good luck,” Five scoffs, taking a tray of food before he quickly disappears from Diego's grasp, leaving the frustrated 'detective' all alone.

Let's be honest, I don't think anyone would be interested in your missing. Perhaps your family would have definitely applied for your search, and then Diego somehow found out about it, having old connections, but the Hargreeves rarely even worrying about each other, and even less about you.

You are very, very lucky that Diego will be the only one who is genuinely interested in finding you and helping you.

Diego has years of experience as a superhero who works alone, but it will be very difficult for him to find you by himself, so he would use the help of Lila in his heroic journey, because we are talking about Number Five, who have more intellect and experience than Diego.

Lila would be useful, given that she also worked for the Commission and may know all the habits they were taught there. Diego, on the other hand, was also worked some time on the Commission, even though not for too long, but he was definitely able to learn something there.

Lila coughs softly, trying to somehow brighten up this awkward silence between them.

“So, you really think shorty can do this?” the woman put her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to one side. “I mean, he’s really crazy, but not that much.”

The man only gestures for her to be quiet, these two tried to get to you as carefully as they can and without too much noise.

“I'm not sure, okay?” Diego hisses softly at her before continuing going forward, leaving Lila behind him despite her protests to go ahead with him. “Just believe me.”

Lila shrugs and runs up to Diego, now walking beside him.

“Yeah, I believe you and all,” she huffs, slightly puffing out her cheeks playfully. “But I don’t really like the idea of fighting this tiny bastard again.”

Number Two fell silent for a moment, when suddenly he stopped in front of the door, tugging at the handle, trying to open it.

“Come on, tough guy, use your power,” he hears the teasing voice of his companion from behind, and Diego quietly muttered something under his breath, but took this idea into account, and with a few strong kicks, he was able to open the previously locked door.

The door opened with a quiet creak, and your two rescuers slowly entered the room, quickly looking around, hoping to find and pick you up as soon as possible.

Luckily for them, you were there, but unconscious, wrapped warmly in the blankets that surrounds you. Diego quickly rushed to you, standing over your sleeping figure and began to shake your shoulders, trying to wake you up.

“Come on, come on, wake up,” he keeps repeating this over and over again until you sleepily open your eyes.

You were tired, still half awake, and unable to accurately process your surroundings. You blinked a few times, placing one hand on Diego's chest, slowly coming to your senses.

“Diego?” you say hesitantly, looking at Lila. “No-no, you shouldn't be here...You need to go now.”

“We didn't just make it this far and then leave you here,” you feel Lila's hand on your waist, trying to lift you up from bed.

You shook your head again, now panicking as the couple tried to drag you out of the room despite your weak protests and warnings about what might comes next if they wouldn't leave now.

The room lit up with blue light only for a second before your captor arrived with a new tray of food for you. Silence once again filled the room and all of you looked at each other, waiting for the next step.

The tray fell down with a loud crash, landing somewhere slightly away from you, making you flinch at the surprise and loud noise.

“What the hell is going on here?” Five says every word with anger, still standing in place, blocking the way and not letting anyone out.

Lila looks at Diego expectantly, to which the man leaves you in the arms of his companion, while he approaches Five..

“What you're doing is wrong, you literally kidnapped them against their will,” he points at you. “But you still have a chance to make things right, Five.”

Number Five grabs Diego by the collar, causing him to lean down.

“Listen to me carefully, you idiot. All I did was protect them until you break here and put them in danger, which was actually a really dumb decision,” Hargreeves continued to swear, but soon pushes Diego away from him and has already headed in your direction to pick you up, until this desperate poor man with a hero complex didn't stand in front of you.

“I don't want to fight you,” Diego says, practically begging but still standing his ground. This draws a disapproving reaction from Number Five, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“So do I.”

#yandere tua #tua x reader #yandere x reader #five hargreaves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #yandere umbrella academy #tua imagine #yandere diego hargreeves x reader #yandere diego hargreeves #diego hargreaves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves

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get-rammed · 7 months

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Hi I was the one who sent the NSFW bot to my friend who your follower

And I have some questions

Can you tell me more about Kaiju Monty with the reader. Like how they meet and how protective he is with his handler reader.

And more about your new Monty.

And from the post why does Diego want Gregory?

From yandere Monty smip Aron

Tbh kaiju Monty was just born out of an art duel in the Monty simp discord server lmao. So he has no real story outside of "Ey lmao reader runs into giant injured kaiju Monty who's too tired to attack them and they just befriend one another-"

Just become the human liaison between the big monster and other people

As for why Diego wants Gregory. He realizes very quickly Gregory is incredibly intelligent, and Diego needs help building his battery. Gregory is just a child, but with the right environment, Diego could have a funky little guy to help him out. Diego has a spicy hatred of humans, but he also knows he needs help

Diego does admit he needs help because while his hands are delicate and precise, his hands are very large. Intelligent folks get abducted for him to use to help him develop something

#the ram replies #text ramplies #Diego #Yandere Monty simp anon #Kaiju Monty

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lailakotori · 1 year

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hii do you have any yan!diego headcannons from ua? I loved ur five writing anddi was just wondering lol

Headcanons Sparrow!reader | Yan!Diego Hargreaves x Sparrow!Reader

I have many Headcanons so… which one? /J

If you ask about Headcanons in this fandom especially Diego, I glade to write about him because look at that! He so sweet(???)

Summary: When Yan!Diego meet sparrow!Y/n

TW: Fluff? Maybe, Diego is yandere, Y/n is mama’s person. Y/n live in sparrow academy.

First of all, Your power are shape-shift. And your number is eight.

When he meet you in The academy, In his mind was fully mad cuz why were those shit in his house??

But negative things were down when he saw you are the only one who treats graze like she’s human.

when the battle starts, You do not join this fight. Just watch the show and try to protect graze but, seem like Diego want to talk with you.

Then finally he meets someone who can make his heart bloom as a flower, as boom like a war. Someone who treats his mom well, Someone who acts like a brat but the soul still respects people.

The someone he means is you, Y/n Hargreaves. You so perfect for him.

When first fight done. He lay eyes on you before gone. And you didn’t give any shit that umbrella.

When Diego know that Stanley is his son.(But nuhh, look at Diego and Lila's skin, bro) He so angry himself and her, because he have sex with someone who didn’t make he feel love.

He meet you again in Obsidian hotel, Talk with staff about thier day and make sure that someone won’t know your secret room.

He stalking you until he saw your secret room. It’s about your escape shit hole, you make a plan that you will pack your and mom's things, run away with her in (Your dream country or The country want to live) and live in peace not the name sparrow or speacial person, Just a normal person.

And he want to help you but… you fight him and detroy a plan, shape shift be humming bird fly away this place.

That make him want you more… want everythings about you if it’s so lest.

The second battle, When Harlan kills Jayme and Alphonso, It’s makes you angry so much to make you shapeshift being a sad siren and scream. Make The umbrella hurt expect Diego who look at you like love sick.

If you can make Diego lose consciousness, Congrate that you can make your plan escpace done, But if not, I so sorry to tell you that he kidnap(?) you in your room.

He will not let Allison or anyone in your room. He believes you want some space and believes that you want someone understand, So he try to talk at clam voice, no threaten, no touch or harassmant.

I forgot to told you, Diego is soft and protective yandere. That why he respect you, if he so hunger on you or you shape shift in person form, animal or things.

He serves food and water, notice what you like or hate. Sometimes he will ask reason cuz, he wants to learn your things.

When the sparrow family invites his family to stop big BALL- (/J, srry for my brat), Diego will let you come with him to meet your mom. (He always cares about this)

You still don’t trust him until graze dead.

The death of her make you depressed, no one will listen you talk about maid robot. But not with Diego, He always stay by your said. Even you want to live alone but he still.

While you still awake you will heard his sod and mumble about graze. That make you start trust him.

When the world turned upside down, It’s make you and him keep closer more.

Diego knows Lila pregnent, So he promises that he will take care her as friends and will take care this kid. (And he gonna let this child call you mama)

In luther’s wedding, You’re drunk as hell. Play some cringe joke or recomment your step sibilng. Diego adore you, hold your hand and kiss forehead.

Next moring, you still wear your outfit but have bite mark on neck. You try to refuse last night but it’s seem didn’t help much.

“Y/n, Will you mad at me if i said that mark from mine?” “Of corse no- wait… you???” “Yep” “….NUMBER TWO DIEGO HARGREASE” “I’m sorry! ok? I didn’t gonna rape you. I- Damn it” He blush

At first you angry but while he nerves stutter that make you clam.

When the apocalypse end, Diego holds your hand and smile gently. Lead the way about your and his future.

but… as you know, He will protect you no matter what. if you are in a safe place or with his family. Easy word, become jealosy.

#tua #the umbrella academy x reader #the sparrow academy x reader #the umbrella academy #diego x reader #diego hargreaves x reader #diego hargreeves #canon x reader #canon x y/n #yandere tua #yandere umbrella academy #yandere x reader #lailakotori

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onmyyan · 5 months

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Diego Dumas, age 24, born and raised in San Francisco, can shotgun a beer in under five seconds, has gotten into fist fights about his favorite TV shows (New girl) and he is absolutely, definitely not a werewolf. Nope. What do you mean you saw a tail? Wydm you caught him inhaling your shirt like a fiend? Wdym he likes to mark you with his weirdly long canines?? Babes you tripping fr 😩🤚🏼

Unless 👁️👄👁️

#yananswers #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere ocs x reader #yandere oc's #Diego Dumas #my ocs

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 3 months

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When They Get Jealous

Summary: What happens when they someone flirting with you and they get jealous? Characters: Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Lila Pitts, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves, Marcus Hargreeves, Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves, Fei Hargreeves, Sloane Hargreeves, Jayme Hargreeves Tw: Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Su!c!dal indications

Luther Hargreeves

Kind of insecure

He's also angry and crushes whatever he's holding in his hands

He's surprised when looking down at the crushed item

Then he becomes annoyed

He'll go to the bathroom to clean up and you'll quickly follow him

"Are you okay?"

He's surprised by your presence and the fact that you followed him

He'll then feel bad about his feelings before

You would never hurt him and he knows that, so why would he even feel that way? You've never done anything to justify that feeling

"Um... Nothing, I accidently- uh, crushed this thing- You know... Strength issues..."

You'll help him clean up/patch up and it makes Luther guilty and he momentarily forgets about the previous feeling... At least until next time

Deigo Hargreeves & Lila Pitts

What a duo

Lila definitely filled Diego's head with delusions and will convince him to do something stupid [Like kill the person flirting w/ you] while she hides the body

Lila takes it better, but inside she's more pissed than Diego

Diego is mad at you and won't talk to you. You'll have to profusely apologize and prove to him you care, otherwise he won't speak to you. Trust, he can hold a grudge

Lila, on the other hand, is very extroverted and will go over to where you are and talk to the person who was flirting with you

There's is definitely tension in the air, even though it doesn't show on her face

She's all smiles and happy, but it doesn't show in her eyes

Deigo is mad, but Lila sees it as an opportunity to manipulate you [She also wants a reason to kill somone]

You try and talk back and she'll bring up how sad it makes them when people flirt with you and she'll emotionally manipulate into feeling bad

You didn't like the person but... maybe she's right? I mean- you didn't exactly tell the person no or that you were taken, but you had asked them to stop.... Was that enough?

Allison Hargreeves

Oh, no no no nononononono

She is NOT letting that happen

The person who's flirting with you must have a death wish

She doesn't want to use her powers, but...

Well, she really has to fight the urge

She looks very sweet and kind, so she can just come into the conversation and play nice girl

She'll drag you off, talking about needing your help or something, while apologizing for taking you away [But she doesn't really mean it]

You won't even notice she's mad until you're alone

She'll accuse you of cheating or trying to leave her

You're taken by surprise, but don't even try and fight her, because she's in a very low/depressive state, so she'd be easy to push into doing something drastic

So, you'll have to wait until she feels better to confront her

Klaus Hargreeves

They already assume you don't love them, so this just fills this delusion they have

It really bums them out and they get super depressed

They get extra clingy whenever they get you alone

They're usually pretty clingy, so you don't think about it to much

Until, they start whining about the guy at the bar

They'll ask you if you like them [Flirter] more than them [Klaus]

You'll tell them no, but they don't believe you

They'll emotion manipulate you saying that you probably hate them and if you ever leave them, they'll kill themselves

Five Hargreeves

Someone flirting with you? Do they have a death wish??

Not afraid to kill a man or women. He doesn't care

The only issue is he'd never admit his jealousy. You have to confront him and at first he'll deny it, but if you keep pushing he'll get pissed and yell 'You know what- I am jealous! So what!?!'

You're surprised he admitted it, but that's the only time you're getting it

He'll deny saying it and gaslight you into thinking it never happened

He will kill them, he just needs a little time, which he has plenty of

It is bloody, gory and gruesome

No one will find the body, but he'll make sure you know the person is dead and it's all your fault

He'll make sure you never do it again because he hates this feeling and it bothers the hell out of him

Ben Hargreeves

He wasn't really having fun at the party, so when seeing someone hit on you, it just made his night worse

He's scared you'll realize that he's not good enough

He hates the icky feeling in his stomach and it only continues to grow

Though it does make the feeling subside when seeing you roll your eyes and push the person out of the way before heading towards him

It makes him giddy and smile; Like a school boy

The fact that you'd chose him over everyone else really fuels his obsession, so be warned

When you get to him, you complain about the person

"Did you see them?"

He'll pretend that he wasn't paying attention and you gasp, before sitting down and ranting about how stupid that person was

He practically has hearts in his eyes and he looks at you like you're the only person in the world, which to him you are

Viktor Hargreeves

He's annoyed, but he's not going to do anything drastic [Or at least he tries]

He wants to do something, but he doesn't really know what to do, because he's never had like a good relationship

He watches sadden from afar before wallowing in his own self pity

Though, after everything that has happened, he is a little bit more confident it just takes some working up before he can go over to you

He'll debate about it for a few though. Like he'll sit up, but quickly sit back down and do it over again until he finally gathers the courage to approach you

He'll finally approach you, thinking of what he's going to do as he approaches you, but when he finally approaches you he's still lost on what to do

He'll just act and kiss you infront of the person, which takes the flirter by surprise

The flirter will apologize and end up leaving you alone

You're surprised by Viktor's brazen behavior, but it's also kind of a turn on and he'll kiss you again before you can comment on it

Marcus Hargreeves

He doesn't get 'jealous'

That word isn't even in his dictionary

Well, that was until he saw a guy flirting with you

What is this feeling???

It's an icky feeling that he doesn't like it

He'll put an end to it quickly [Both the flirting and the feeling]

You're kind of taken aback when Marcus comes up to you and pulls you away from the conversation

He would have folded his way into the conversation, but he would have been passive aggressive

You try and ask him what's wrong, but he's quick to deflect the conversation

He'll push the feeling deep down and it'll come up when you both get into a fight

Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves

He's furious

If he wasn't busy nursing his drink, he probably would have knocked the guy out. Thankfully he's drunk and not sober

Though he can't help the thoughts in his mind... Violent thoughts

The thoughts will become a lot and he has to leave

He's mad at the person, but then he starts thinking and he suddenly becomes mad at you

How come you didn't tell them to back off????

He becomes slightly insecure but he fights that feeling and it becomes overcome with anger

He'll end up leaving without you, because he needs time to be alone and think

Though, this just makes his feelings worse. While he's drunk he's sad and depressed, but when he becomes sober, his emotions quickly turn to anger and he wants to confront you

So, when he sees you again he's anger has already been bubbling up and he blows up

You're taken aback and kind of scared because he's so mad and he's yelling and you can't even decipher what he's talking about

He needs some time to cool off, but he can't be alone, because his feelings will cool off

You'll go to another room while he cools off, so that he knows you're still around, but you're not alone together

He will eventually calm down and apologize for his behavior, but not with words, but like subtle actions, gifts, and such

Fei Hargreeves

You don't even know she's jealous, because she hides it so well

She's kind of scary looking, so no-one has approached her

She takes her jealousy pretty well and doesn't let it bother her

It just kind of rolls off her back

She's confident and knows who she is and what she wants, so she's not threatened by some nobody trying to hit on you

Though, if she sees you getting uncomfortable, she will step in

Thanks to her looks, they back off rather quickly

It's rather silly to her and she finds the whole thing stupid

She takes it the best and doesn't let it bother her

10/10 best girlfriend <3

Sloane Hargreeves

She's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve to be sad

She's a hopeless romantic, so when she sees people flirting and being cute, she instantly is like 'Awww' until she realizes it's you

Then she's mad and her mind races with multiple different scenario

What if you leave her?

Oh god, what if you don't love her anymore?

What if you click with them so well that you think they're you're soul mate and you leave he-

She shakes her head, before standing up

She fixes her hair, before putting on her brightest smile and approaching you

She's very beautiful, so they person who was hitting on you will turn and flirt with her too

She'll become annoyed, because they were just hitting on you and now they're hitting on her? Were you not good enough for them???

Who did they think they were?

Instead of being mad that they were flirting with you, she's mad they STOPPED flirting with you to flirt with her

You're incredible, so she's confused why they don't realize that

She calls them on it and you're really flattered, but you have to drag her away, so she doesn't get to carried away

Jayme Hargreeves

It's more of an annoyance

She doesn't think about it to much

She's probably the only one who WILL come up to you and interrupt your conversation in a rude way

If the flirter is rude to her she'll use her powers and pull you away from them

It all happens so fast, you don't even process it until you're back at the house

"What the hell was that???"

She doesn't even turn to you, but you do here her make a sound of confusion

Your brows frown, and you groan, "Why did you use your powers on that person"

"Why were you flirting with them?" Still she hasn't turned towards you

"I wasn't flirting with them!"

She keeps her cool, making brash accusations, which causes you to get angry and by the end of it she makes it seem like YOU are the crazy one

#umbrella academy #sparrow academy #yandere sparrow academy #yandere the umbrella academy x reader #yandere the umbrella academy #yandere luther hargreeves #yandere diego hargreeves #yandere allison hargreeves #yandere klaus hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves #yandere ben hargreeves #yandere viktor hargreeves #yandere sloane hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #yandere five x reader #yandere tua #yandere lila pitts

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thornybubbles · 10 months

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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes) Diego (with Outlaw Reader)

**Note: Been a while I know. I’m not sure I have a great grasp on Diego’s character here, but I tried. If this seems rushed and jumbled I’m sorry. This particular story was cobbled together from two different ideas and it might seem a little weird. Sorry this took so long to get out, too. I’ve been occupied with other things lately. I also didn’t do much in the way of proofreading this, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mishaps. I’ll fix any that I find later. I just wanted to get this one out there as I was overdue for another fic. The next chapter of “Kinder Than Love” will be out soon for those of you that follow that story. **

Diego wasn’t too proud to admit to himself that he adored you. He should be angry at allowing himself to catch feelings when he had more important things to worry about. He had hired you in secret to keep tabs on Valentine and make sure that the underhanded politician kept his side of their bargain and didn’t do anything shady behind his back. He didn’t trust that frilly fop any more than he was willing to let Johnny Joestar win the race. Naturally, he couldn’t take part in the race while also keeping an eye on Valentine. You were also meant to spy on Joestar and Gyro and let him know what they were up to. Having you around had already made his life much easier... and a lot more fun.

Diego hired you due to your strange ability to hide in plain sight. You had no Stand that he was aware of, but you had an uncanny, almost supernatural ability to blend into your surroundings in such a way that you could be standing right beside someone and they would never notice that you were there. Diego thought that you would make a wonderful assassin. Unfortunately you had no interest in such things. It was a shame. There were quite a few people on Diego’s “to be eliminated” list. Ah well. It was far better to handle one’s enemies on one’s own terms anyway.

Diego admired your survivalist spirit. You were practically one with nature and exemplified the notion of “kill or be killed”. But you were willing to take a life only if it was absolutely necessary. It was the one flaw Diego saw in your otherwise perfect design. There were other little things that you did that drew him to you but the main thing about you that he loved was… a little bit twisted.

He loved the fact that he had you trapped. You didn’t know it yet, but he had you in a deceitful snare that you would never, ever be able to escape from. You would not know the nature of that snare until many months into the race, when an unforeseen change in the weather and damage to the area due to the resulting storms caused the race to be postponed for a few days.

It was then that you met the strange, but sweet soul who you came to know as Mr. Le Mans. While you prided yourself on your ability to be unnoticeable even in a crowd, Le Mans noticed you when no one else did. Every time he stepped into the saloon where you were having your meals, his eyes would zero in on you. He would come over to your little corner where you hid to have your meals, and the two of you would talk.

At first it made you very uncomfortable. Diego had made it expressly clear that he didn’t want you talking to anyone. You were supposed to remain as a living shadow, moving through the crowds, blending in, and never doing anything to call attention to yourself. Not only that, but due to certain unpleasantness from your past, you couldn’t afford to have anyone get too close to you. You tried to get away from him a few times but, you found yourself beginning to crave the attention he gave you.

It had been ages since anyone had a real conversation with you (that didn’t involve something shady). You found that you rather enjoyed talking about mundane things like the weather, food, and local landmarks. After years of living on the outskirts of society, never allowing yourself to mingle with others, and becoming something like a living ghost while surrounded by people, it felt nice to have someone do something as simple as notice that you were there.

You didn’t realize how lonely you were until Le Mans entered your life. You’d only known him for a few days and already you were beginning to feel attached to him somehow. Diego was less than pleased. He walked into the saloon one day, spotted you and Le Mans sitting and chatting together, and gave you such a scathing look that you felt as if you'd actually been slapped. That night, he found you at your usual camping spot outside of town, and verbally ripped into you.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to be laying low, not getting chummy with the locals! If anyone realizes that you’re working with me, it could put all of my plans in jeopardy! You stay the hell away from the dandy or you’ll find yourself out of a job!”

That’s what led to you meeting Le Mans in secret. What Diego didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. Unfortunately for you, Diego did know. He knew all about you and Le Mans and your secret rendezvous. He also knew about how Le Mans pressed an adoring kiss to your lips at the end of each of your meetings. The thought of someone else kissing you caused him to go absolutely feral. The image of Le Mans’ filthy mouth tainting your precious lips played over and over again in his mind until his vision blurred and he could feel his teeth lengthening inside of his mouth. Even as he lurched into the wilderness, hunched over like a beast on the hunt, he couldn’t erase the image of your flustered face from his mind.

They found what was left of Le Mans a day later. A bear got to him, so they said. You were stunned. Just as soon as you found the slightest spark of joy, life came along and snuffed it out completely. It was karma, you supposed. You didn’t deserve any joy really. Not after the things you’d done. Though, Le Mans didn’t deserve to die in such a way; partially eaten by some wild animal…. What a horrible way to go. You spent the next few days sobbing in your dark corner of the saloon. No one came to comfort you. No one even looked your way. It was like nothing changed. People passed you by as if you weren’t even there. You’d gone back to being unnoticed and overlooked. It didn’t bring you the feeling of safety that it used to. Now, you just felt miserable and more lonely than you ever thought possible.

The damage from the storms had finally been cleared and the Steel Ball Run race was no longer being delayed. Diego would be leaving the little town along with the other racers, and you would be expected to follow after him. And so you did. Your half blind mule was nowhere near as fast and agile as some of the race horses, but he made up for it with his ability to sniff out shortcuts through rougher terrain and his sure-footedness. If anyone spotted you they would assume that you were just some wandering vagrant and nothing more. They wouldn’t suspect you to be a spy or have anything to do with the Steel Ball Run race. They wouldn’t even bother to approach you, much less think to question you.

It had been at least three days since you’d been back on the trail. Your mule managed to find a nice spot that overlooked the Joestar group’s camp and was situated in a way that prevented them from seeing your own campfire. From your vantage point, you could use your binoculars to watch what they were doing. While you were too far away to hear them, you could read their lips. So far Joestar was being sarcastic and the Zeppelli fellow was making jokes about his steel balls. So nothing special. You sighed, lowered your binoculars, and leaned back against a rock. You looked up into the starry sky and thought about Le Mans for the hundredth time that day. You’d been thinking about him alot lately. You’d only known him briefly, but got so attached to him in that short amount of time. You sighed again, closed your eyes for a moment, and did your best to choke back the tears. You wouldn’t cry again. It took so much out of you when you did. You missed Le Mans. You missed him very badly. You glanced back down at the Joestar group only to see that they had gone to sleep for the night. You may as well do the same.

The sound of your campfire being stirred startled you. You turned to look to your right only to get startled again to see that Diego was sitting next to you, poking your fire with a stick.

“M-Mr. Brando!!” You cried and he chuckled at your shocked expression.

“Some spy you are.” he teased. “You let me sneak right up on you. Not only that, but you were letting your fire go out. You must be awfully distracted tonight if you’re that unaware of your surroundings.”

He snapped the stick he was using to poke the fire in half and tossed it into the flames. Then he turned to you with a smirk.

“Tell me what it is that has you so preoccupied.” he said, leaning towards you.

You scooted back from him, feeling very uncomfortable. You didn’t know what it was but Diego’s presence had you on edge. He often visited your camp to hear what you had to say about either Valentine or Johnny Joestar, so it wasn’t as if his arrival was unusual… but something about him felt different tonight. He always seemed to have an air of danger around him, but tonight that air of danger felt downright deadly. You looked away from him, not willing to spill your personal thoughts to him.

“I don’t have any information for you, tonight.” you said, attempting to change the subject. “Joestar and Zeppelli haven’t done anything out of the ordinary lately…”

Diego interrupted you.

“I didn’t come here to talk business. Not tonight.” he said.

He moved around you so that he was once again in your line of vision. He was smiling in a way that made your stomach knot up.

“W-what did you c-come to talk about then?” you asked, dreading the answer.

“About us,” he answered. “About you and me…”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“About us? What about us?” You asked.

“First let’s talk about you. I bet I can guess as to what you were thinking about before I snuck up on you…”

And he was back on that topic again. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself.

“I don’t really want to talk about that.” you said.

He ignored you completely.

“You were thinking about that dandy boy again, weren’t you. What was his name again? Leemen? Layman?”

“Le Mans,” you corrected. “Please, I really don’t want to talk about…”

He cut you off again.

“I know it must be hard losing someone like that. Especially, when you seemed so fond of him…”

Your irritation flared and you stomped your booted foot on the ground.

“Mr. Brando! I said I didn’t want to talk about it!” you shouted.

“Shhhhhh,” he shushed you and suddenly he was holding your hands in his gloved ones, gently rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles.

The action startled you and your anger was forgotten. His eyes had taken on a soft look that caught you off guard and shocked you into silence. Never since you’d known him had Diego Brando appeared soft or comforting in any way. He was either cold and calculating or a beacon of hate and rage. This was a side of him you’d never guessed existed. You made a slight attempt at pulling your hands out of his, but he used the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You found himself staring into his eyes for a moment. Finding the situation far too intimate, you turned away from him, staring at the ground instead.

“Listen to me,” he began. “I understand. I do.”

You looked back up at him.

“Understand?” you questioned.

He offered you a gentle smile.

“Yes. I understand what it means to lose someone, believe me.” he said and his eyes grew distant for a moment.

“It’s not easy is it?” he said.

“Mr. Brando… what are you getting at?” you asked.

“You’re lonely, that’s what I’m getting at.” he said.

You pulled yourself out of his grasp feeling that the situation was becoming a bit too intimate for your tastes.

“Come now, don’t be that way.” he said with a light chuckle.

He moved closer to you and you shied a little further away from him.

“Fine, be the shrinking violet if you want, but hear me out.” he said, growing slightly annoyed with your standoffishness.

“I know it’s been hard for you and I can’t imagine how it feels to have to skirt around on the outside of civilization unable to connect with anyone. You must feel like some kind of outcast. I can’t imagine how lonely it gets…”

He took a single step closer to you and you froze. You understood now. You knew exactly what he was trying to say. In the time that you’d been working for him, Diego had become more and more “friendly” with you. Then came the complements, the gifts of supplies and equipment… it was Diego that bought you the binoculars that you’d been using. At the time you thought he was just giving you a means to better do your job, but when you thought back to some of his other behaviors, (how close he sat to you when he came to hear your reports, the pet names and out-of-nowhere complements, and the nasty looks he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans) you realized that there was far more to it than that.

Diego was crushing on you. Very badly.

He suddenly had his arms around you and was pressing you into his chest. Panic rose into your chest and you tried to push away, but he tightened his hold on you.

“If you stay by my side, you’ll never have to be lonely again.” he whispered into your ear.

You managed to rip yourself out of his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Brando,” you said, straightening yourself out and trying to quell the panic that was swelling up in your heart. “I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”

Diego's reaction was not what you expected.

He stared at you with a blank expression for a moment before his lips stretched into a wicked grin. Then he laughed. He laughed and laughed until you started to become even more uncomfortable than you already were. After a few minutes of this, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s so funny?!” you demanded.

Diego managed to reign in his laughter long enough to answer you.

“It’s funny…” he started, wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s funny because you think you actually have the right to refuse me.”

You raised your eyebrows, stunned at the audacity of the statement.

“Excuse me?” you said with disgust in your voice. Your panic was very quickly turning into anger. “Did you just say that I don’t have the right to refuse you?”

Diego merely grinned at you.

“I most certainly do have the right to refuse you! What makes you think YOU have the right to tell ME who I can and can’t refuse?”

Diego’s grin seemed to stretch to the far reaches of his face for a split second and there was a flash of something utterly inhuman in his eyes. It shocked you right out of your tantrum. Your anger dissipated and slowly went back to panic. When Diego spoke again, your panic turned into pure horror.

“No, you don’t have the right to refuse me, sweetheart.” he said in a mockingly soft tone. “You can’t refuse me, because if you do, a certain event from your past is going to make national news.”

Event from your past? He couldn’t mean… Oh no.

“Go on,” he said with a chuckle. “Ask me what I’m talking about.”

No, no, he couldn’t be talking about that, you tried to reassure yourself. I’ll play dumb. I’m not going to let him know he’s affecting me…

“What ARE you talking about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh nothing much.” he said. “Just a little bank robbery that happened a few years back… a bank robbery that you were involved in… a bank robbery that cost a little boy his life. Ring any bells?”

No.

NO!

He knew!

He KNEW!!!

Eight years ago, before you got involved with Diego, you had been a part of a gang of criminals that terrorized the state. You left them after an incident that made you question everything that you’d done up to that point. It was just supposed to be a bank heist. You were supposed to go into the bank, wave some guns around, demand the money, and leave. You hadn’t expected the sheriff and a posse of deputized locals to show up and try to stop you. There had been a shootout in the streets. A child ran into the crossfire in a panic, trying to get to his mother. He was killed. Shot in the head… by you. You killed that child right in front of his mother. You panicked and fled, leaving your allies behind to fend for themselves. You didn’t escape unscathed, however. A bullet grazed the side of your face, mutilating your ear in a way that would instantly give you away if anyone saw the wound. It was the reason you always wore your hair down. It covered your mangled ear and prevented anyone from relating you to the robbery.

At least you had hoped that it would.

Stubbornly, you continued to play dumb.

“I’m not sure what you could be referring to.” You said. “Though if I was involved in such a thing, you have no proof of it.”

Diego cocked his head to the side in a playful manner.

“Oh don’t I?” he said.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and your body felt like someone had just doused you in ice water.

“I remember reading about it in the paper. The sheriff said that only one of the robbers got away. But not before he shot them in the ear…”

Your blood ran cold.

He reached out, pulling your hair away from your right ear. You were frozen to the spot. You could only look up at him with wide eyes as you began to tremble like a scared mouse. He examined what was left of your ear, making note of the scar across your head and your missing helix and antihelix.

“Hmm.” he mused. “Not much left of it, is there? You poor thing. That had to hurt like hell…”

His gloved fingers traced your scar. You shuddered and jerked away from him. You pulled your hair back over your injured ear and stared at him in horror.

He snickered at your reaction.

“Pretty damning evidence, I’d say.” he said in a casual manner, while affixing you with a glare.

“T-the kid got in the way!” you stammered. “It was an accident! I never meant to kill him!”

“Do you think the law cares about that? In their eyes, you’re just a lowly child-killing criminal. You don’t deserve any sympathy. Just a trip to the gallows.” Diego said with a scoff.

You were going to be sick.

“I have a lot of connections, love. One word from me and you’ll be in a noose faster than you can blink. So, no, you don’t have the right to refuse me, dearest.”

You shrank in on yourself, clutching the sides of your head and squatting down on the ground. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, staring at the ground, unable to see anything but the visions of encroaching doom floating around in your head.

Diego grabbed you by your arms and pulled you to your feet. He wasn’t even going to allow you a moment to have a mental collapse. You found yourself, once again, forced to look at his smiling face. There was something different about him now though. His features seemed sharper, longer somehow and his eyes had taken on a strange yellowish color. You had to be seeing things. The shock of having your darkest secrets revealed must be messing with your head more than you thought.

“Did you think that you could just run away from what you’d done and pretend that it didn’t happen? Did you think that the blood washed off of your hands over the years? No! Once a killer always a killer! You didn’t stop with the child, did you? You have quite a gallery of victims, don’t you?”

Diego licked his lips and you felt like he was savoring your guilt and terror.

“I had no choice!” You protested. “They got too close! They were going to find out who I was and what I did! I had to defend myself!!”

Diego snickered sadistically.

“Defend yourself against what? Your rightful punishment?” he mocked.

Tears were streaming down your face now and you felt your knees go weak. The only thing keeping you upright was Diego’s hold on you.

“How do you know these things?” you demanded.

Diego shook his head.

“I have my ways. Not that it matters…” he said with a sneer.

“Why then? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I own you.” Diego said with a hungry smirk. “I owned you from the moment you started doing my dirty work.”

You looked up with him in horror. Just how long had he… felt this way about you? Was this his plan from the very beginning? Did he already know about your past in advance and mean to use it against you before you’d even met him?

You supposed that none of those answers really mattered.

In the end this was probably what people called “karma”.

You ran from your life of crime years ago hoping to put all of that nasty business behind you and start anew, but it wasn’t that easy. People came looking for you: lawmen, bounty hunters, people who were too nosey for their own good. Your life became one of paranoia and unrest. People were dead because of the decisions you made. A child was dead because of you. A mother was heartbroken because you took her child from her in an act of carelessness. If you had never decided to join up with that group of bandits all for the sake of relieving boredom and money woes, none of it would’ve happened. And you wouldn’t be here at the mercy of a one Diego Brando.

You reap what you sow…

“Dry those tears,” he said. “It’s rather insulting that you act that way after I ask you to be mine. Really, you act as if being with me is a punishment or something.”

He chuckled darkly and shoved you away from him.

“I’ve got to head back to my own camp or Hot Pants will start wondering what I’m up to.” he said as he started to walk away. “We’ll talk about this another time. I wouldn’t try to run off if I were you. Sweet dreams, love.”

He disappeared into the darkness, laughing lowly at your plight.

You sat there on your knees wanting to scream in despair and frustration. You should never have gotten involved with a man like Diego. Even after you swore off involving yourself with crime or shady dealings, you still found yourself lured to men like him. Either they came to you or you stupidly sought them out for one reason or another. And now you were stuck being the unwilling romantic companion to a madman.

You suddenly found yourself thinking of Le Mans again.

You weren’t sure, but you had a sickening feeling that Diego was involved with his death somehow. You couldn’t forget the look he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans in the saloon. What you knew of Diego said that he was absolutely the type to kill a man out of jealousy. Still people said that Le Mans had died to an animal attack. No human could rip a man apart like that… could they?

Whatever the case, you couldn’t stay with Diego. You had only agreed to work for him until the Steel Ball Run race was over. You never agreed to being his lover. The idea made your skin crawl. Surely there was a way to escape him? If you ran now, it wouldn’t matter who he told about your crimes. You’d be long gone by the time anyone came for you. That was it! You would leave right now!

You got up to begin packing up your things when your left arm started stinging horribly. You gasped in pain and looked at your arm to see that your sleeve was ripped and bloodstained. How on earth had that happened? You pushed the fabric of your sleeve aside to see that there was a bloody gash there. Did Diego do that when he grabbed you? Did he have a knife in his hand at the time? You vaguely remember feeling his fingernails jabbing into you, even through his gloves, as he grabbed you, but surely they weren’t as long and sharp enough to cause a cut like that! And how could he have cut you through his gloves? The wound didn’t seem too deep but it was bleeding a lot. You would have to treat it before you made a run for it. You wouldn’t be able to escape if you bled out beforehand.

Pain abruptly shot through your arm. It seemed to spread from your wound to the rest of your body. You grasped your bloody arm, panting in agony for a moment. After a few minutes, the pain faded. If you didn’t know better, your thoughts of escape were somehow linked to the pain in your arm. But that’s ridiculous. You examined your wound again. It looked… strange. The skin around it was red and swollen, hinting an oncoming infection if not treated. But it also looked cracked and kind of scaly. Odd. Gangrene? No. You’d seen gangrene before. It was ugly, but it didn’t look like that. You really needed to patch that wound before it got worse. Then you could pack your things and…

Another jolt of pain surged through your arm and your mind went fuzzy.

You were vaguely aware of your mule, who was tied nearby, snorting and pawing nervously at the ground.

The pain only lasted a few seconds this time. Your brain still felt like it was in a haze though. You were probably just tired. You couldn’t focus on much except your arm… and thoughts of Diego…

You wanted to fix your arm and… there was something else you wanted to do but you couldn’t remember.

Was it… escape?

Escape from what?

Diego told you not to run off. So you wouldn’t.

You looked down at your arm again. It really looked strange now. Far too scaly, but you weren’t too worried about it. Your tongue lolled out of your oddly lengthed mouth and you gave the cut a few licks. Once the blood was cleaned off you looked at the wound. It seemed to have stopped bleeding. You would put some antiseptic on it later. At the moment you needed sleep. You flopped over into the dirt, not even bothering to crawl into your sleeping bag.

Your poor mule didn’t get much sleep that night. He spent the better part of the night keeping a wary eye on the beast that used to be his master, just in case it decided to wake up and devour him.

You dreamed of Diego and nothing else.

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princelylove · 3 months

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yknow dio is a little freak. all of them. all of them dios are just freaks. they're a little weird. a bit silly. your peon that's rewatching phantom blood--- 🌸 anon

I think every Brando is a little Off, no matter how hard they try to present otherwise.

Giorno is a little too perfect, DIO is… himself, Diego’s mood swings will always ruin the act he puts on for you… you really cannot win.

There’s a very consistent theme between my interpretations of them, and it’s fairly obvious what links them! Ambition and possession drive their very beings. There’s always more in the world, and it’s going to be theirs. Why settle when their goals are, arguably, extremely obtainable?

The hidden theme is violence, by the way. Giorno may be calm, but that’s arguably the worst part. Would you rather deal with Diego, who could rip your head off of your shoulders whenever he hears something he doesn’t like, or with Giorno, who smiles softly while telling Guido to shoot only your legs? They don’t take kindly to transgressions.

They all smell nice though! It doesn’t matter that you’re isolated, you smell roses constantly. Roses and orchids, in Giorno’s case.

I, ironically, see DIO as the most romantic. He cares about you choosing him, about wanting him, and about how you generally think of him. In his old age (Which is crazy to say about a mental 25 year old, physical 125 year old…) he’s calmed down, if you prefer the Dio that’s in constant fight or flight mode then you need to go back a few parts.

You can get away with a lot more if you’re dealing with an older DIO, he finds it amusing to see your little tantrums. Aw, my poor thing, it’s alright. Walk out of the room, blink, and you’re back where he’d prefer you to sit. You arguably have more freedom with him than his counterpart and son, he actually lets you out of his sight, as long as you have an escort. Vanilla isn’t so bad, and if you don’t like him, you can take someone else. Mariah won’t give you a hard time if DIO tells her to behave, and you know what? Hol Horse can be entertaining when he isn’t in one of his “I could totally shoot DIO…” moods. I recommend taking Vanilla, as he doesn't try to amuse you the entire time.

Younger Dio, DIO in general actually, just wants to be loved. If you can’t do that for him, he’ll break you in. You get whatever you ask for- gifts, quality time, lack of quality time… of course, if you’re not spending time with him, you’re spending it alone. You’d be a free range darling if you weren’t so bent on denying him the simple thing he requires. All of those privileges I just mentioned won’t be happening until you give him something. Anything.

He stares at you like he needs to study you and you’re ever-changing. Dio cares about you more than he cares about himself, which is a pretty bold statement. The man who announces his every word is suddenly gently whispering to talk to you- he’ll even physically lower himself to get on your level. DIO’s adjusted fairly well to modern culture, but not modern courtship. His face has been carrying him in his endeavors.

Giorno takes after his father in many, many ways, but with him, you’re meant to choose him from the beginning. There isn’t a need to break you in if he can successfully lure you in. Whenever you argue against him, he always brings up the very simple fact that you chose him. He didn’t kidnap you, he never forced you, these are all your choices that got you here. He extends this philosophy to his subordinates in Passione- it doesn’t matter if they die for him because they willingly joined, even if they joined because “Oh my god Boss is kinda hot…”

He does love to play, though. This little prince loves his toys, and more often than not, he’ll take up your offer to play with him. Let’s play chase, or wrestle. He may not be strong, but he fights dirty. He knows you’re not playing, and genuinely trying to kill him, so it’s hardly fair if he doesn’t. If you pin him while he has a bodyguard working, he’ll pretend to be in distress (Which, he actually is, but he’ll play up the damsel in distress act to make Mr. Mista act quickly), and soon you’ll find yourself on the ground with a gun to the back of your head, or on the ground struggling to get Sheila E off of you.

Perhaps you should pick chess next time.

Although, Mr. “We have to steal a hundred cars!” is just not normal in general. Who comes to that conclusion naturally? Odd. The way he just knows things is weird, too. Things you haven’t mentioned to anyone are treated as if they’re common knowledge. His presence is unnerving, and it’s difficult to point out why. His voice is charming and, if anything, soothing to hear. He has the voice of someone you could listen to for hours without a hint of fatigue, he always smells wonderful, he doesn’t overstep any of your personal boundaries, which must be a natural thing, since you never gave him a formal list.

Diego has no such luxury of bodyguards or a humanoid stand that can pin you for him (Except in the alternate universe where he has the world), so it’s up to him to restrain you himself. He has….. So many complexes that I’d have to do an independent character study from this post to truly get into it. Diego likes to play too, sure, but he won’t call it playing- he calls it you giving him attention and finally worshipping him. While DIO and Giorno are you-centric, Diego is no such thing. Love him. Worship him. Be obsessed with HIM why does he have to be obsessed with a stupid human being like you.

Diego can be a little rough, but it isn’t intentional. All of his fake gentlemanly habits went out the window when he transformed for the first time- Which he mourns a little bit, but won’t make the effort to get back into, so he can’t possibly miss prissy, aristocratic life that much. Hotpants has to regularly put him in his place, and when she learns about you… she’ll give you a couple tips for it, but won’t help you out. That’s your problem. Sure, vent to her about how he’s eating rocks again, whatever, she’s not helping you escape.

Diego naturally tilts his head to the side to see you better despite being human and not needing to. Whenever you get up to leave he pounces on you and digs his nails into your legs so you can’t move, and he’ll smell you whenever he lost track of you for a bit to check who you’ve been around. If it’s not someone he trusts (Which is about two people, one being dead.), then you’re in for a new scar or two.

But even with their yandere ‘tendencies,’ they’re also just…. Odd! All of them! What do you mean do I believe in fate you are a STRANGER. This list is so funny. Princely/Angelic type who can’t be left alone, man with a god complex who learned self control just for you, and a feral dog you trained on accident.

#request granted #🌸 anon #yandere dio brando #yandere diego brando #yandere giorno giovanna #it's funny beccause I wrote them from tallest to shortest

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Pissed Off |Yandere Diego Brando x Reader|

Warning: strong language, spanking/whipping, nudity, sexual remarks, yandere. MA.

The room was silent, so silent that you felt yourself growing extremely uncomfortable as Diego’s cyan eyes stared into your soul. His eyes were hard, hands balled into fists at his side. He stood across from you, the unmade queen size bed that the two of you shared behind him. He was pissed, his fists beginning to shake - you couldn’t help but look away, feeling as if you’ve crossed a serious line in your relationship.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a laugh - his laugh was dry, loud, his beaming laugh echoing off of the thin eggshell painted walls. “It’s funny how you always test me, so funny!” He exclaimed suddenly, the sudden base in voice causing you to flinch. “Why don’t you come over here? Let me get a closer look at what my girlfriend decided to wear out without my knowledge!”

You didn’t move. You didn’t want to move towards him because you knew that he was upset. He was possessive - not only did you leave without telling him, but you also were wearing tight pants and a shirt that was showing a little too much cleavage. In your defense, you didn’t know that he would be coming home early today.. he came home three hours earlier today, something that he never does.

“I paid people to watch you. The funny thing is that you do this at least three times a week. You could go out with me - when I get home I would love to go anywhere you’d like!” He exclaimed even louder, his bare feet padding against the hardwood floor, coming towards you. “You didn’t even cover yourself up. You just let men stare at your ripe breasts on full display because that corset is definitely doing it’s job!” His voice switched, thick bitterness now coating his tone as he stood in front of you, looking directly at you. “Anything you want to say to me, my girlfriend?”

You let your head raise, his face inches away from yours - Diego wasn’t an extremely tall or buff man, but he was still just as intimidating, maybe even more so. “I’m sorry, Diego, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, though! I was just going on walks, nothing more than that, I swear to you.” You weren’t running around cheating. You just wanted peace. Time out of this house.. was that so wrong?

He shrugged his shoulders, “do you think that I care? You broke my rules. That’s what I care about. And you know what I gotta do when you break the rules, don’t ya?” He questioned, his hands lowering, and you heard it.. you heard that damned doing, him unfastening his thick leather belt. Fuck.. could you avoid this? Shit, you kind of liked it when he spanked you. It was nice having someone in control of your life for you.

“You spank me when I break the rules, but can’t I get a warning?” You questioned, getting a scoff in response, his belt being pulled from its loops, the leather gently hitting your leg. “How about I spank you for being an annoying boyfriend? How would you like that, bitch?” You snapped suddenly, being offended by his scoff but you already regretted what you said by the sudden stiffness that formed in his body, his hands folding the belt in half, smacking your clothed behind with one swift smack, causing you to crash into him, a pained groan escaping your lips. “Ow, I’m sorry alright?!” You cried, only because you knew that you fucked up bad.

His other hand fiddled with your pants button, snatching your pants down, revealing that you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Is this some kind of joke?! Why aren’t you wearing any undergarments?!” He snapped at you, grabbing you by your waist and dragging you over to the bed. “I’m going to beat your ass, that’s it! You are going to get it proper, you disrespect strumpet!” He threw you on the bed, and before you could even position yourself, he let you have it - and he let you have it good. He was going to make sure that his anger was felt.

The belt violent cracked down on your bare bottom, landing in the center of your ass and making a loud pop sound when it met your skin, and you couldn’t help but to let a loud gasp escape your lips. It hurt - he always warmed you up before he stared so you weren’t used to such brutality. The second hit came crashing in the same spot, and you let your hands shoot behind your bottom, protecting the newly bruising area from his harsh blows. “P-please, w-wait!” You cried out, your hands rubbing at your flesh- ow, your cool touch only made it sting worse.

“Oh no the fuck you don’t,” he snapped, his other hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back. “Don’t you make me tie you up and wet your bottom, I can make this punishment much worse then it already is if you don’t obey me! You knew that you would get in trouble!” The belt crashed down on the same area twice, causing tears to practically spill from your eyes.

You blinked roughly, the salt from your tears stinging your eyes, but that was the least of your worries. You felt it - a purple bruise forming on your ass. It hurt. It hurt so bad that you immediately regretted testing him. “P-please, I’ll.. I’ll listen!” You cried out, a choked sob escaping your lips when the belt crashed down on the area just below the bruise twice, leaving behind a string just as severe. “It hurts, please!”

“You damn right you’ll listen, sneaking around for two months behind my back deserves a punishment like this!” He screamed, landing a sharp smack on your sit spot, your body jerking up from the pain. “You promised me that you weren’t sneaking off, you lied to my face for two months! I waited for you to be honest, but you never were, so now I’m going to bruise your ass up like I never have before!” Two more smacks were landed on the sit spots, each one harder than the last.

You felt as if you were going to go mad - this wasn’t the spankings that you were use too, he was never this hard! You didn’t like this, but you weren’t supposed to.. this was a punishment, an actual punishment that really fucking hurt. “I’m sorry that I lied, I’ll never lie to you again Diego!” You told him, and you meant that.. you didn’t like being punished so harshly but he did warn you.. you should have listened to his warnings.

“Don’t worry, my lovely, I know that you won’t! If you do, a fresh switch will be going on your wet bottom, and I’ll do it right on the front porch so that the neighborhood sees! I’ll strip you naked and let them watch, make sure the husbands bring their wives so they learn to listen!” Diego screamed, the belt now covering every inch of your ass in a repeated motion - he just kept getting angrier. “You will know your place as my girlfriend, and you won’t leave without me! You won’t dress improperly!”

You wiggled violently against his grip, but he was stronger than you. It was like he had some other force working with him to keep you down. “Okay, okay!” You cried out, kicking your legs, making sure that out didn’t accidentally kick him because then all hell would break loose. “It hurts, my ass hurts! I can’t take it, I’ll be good! I WILL LISTEN!” You screamed, and with that, you heard the belt drop. Good.. it was over, but he wasn’t moving. You had a bad feeling suddenly..

“I will not be lied to anymore.. I refuse to allow it.” Suddenly, his palm crashed down on your raw and sore ass with all off his strength, a loud pop sound filling the air. No.. no more, you began to sob, words not being able to come out of your mouth. “I love you, and I will protect you.. from you. I deserve a thank you for punishing you, don’t you think?” He questioned, letting his palm crash into your left cheek, the pain causing your entire body to have a severe shake.

You couldn’t fight back. You had to give him exactly what he wanted. You knew he was crazy going into this, so this was your burden to carry. You loved him, and because you loved him as much as you did, you found yourself obeying him. “T-thank you for punishing me! I-I love you too, I’m so sorry, Diego!” You showing thanks sounded more like begging. You just wanted him to stop.

His hand crashed against your backside once more before another laugh escaped his lips. He landed next to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he freed your arms. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. “Perfect, now get up and stand in front of me. Have your bare bottom facing me - I’m not done with you yet. After spankings come time outs.”

You listened, quickly standing up and walking in front of him. You were quick to turn your back to him, not wanting him to see your face anymore due to how badly you were sobbing.. and this just made it worse because it wasn’t over yet. Why couldn’t it just be over?

“Bend over and put your hands on your knees, I want to sit here and stare at your naked bottom. I also see that your pussy is wet, I’ll have a good view of that too as you’re bent over. You know I like this punishment the most.. so go ahead and bend over for me,” Diego told you, his hand smacking your left cheek. “You’re so cute.. thinking you could get away with lying to me. I bet the thought of lying will never cross your pretty little mind again.”

You bent yourself over, placing your hands on your knees and closing your eyes. You had a long and humiliating night ahead of you.. Diego was on a warpath and you were the only thing in his path. You and your lies, you definitely wouldn’t be lying to him ever again. You would listen to him, and you would avoid these situations.. but were they unavoidable? You didn’t know.. but you had a bad feeling.

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