#steel ball run x you

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

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

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

“Oh, fu—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he doesn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

“What about what I want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inkpot909]

Falling for an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: Exploring these guys’ inability to spit it the hell out was extremely fun. What a couple of disaster men.

Warning(s): None.

Johnny Joestar

At first, he’ll wonder if he’s just out of practice.

Johnny’s never been interested in someone so oblivious they miss every little hint or flirtatious remark he throws their way. Having been a famous jockey, people used to flock to him; he hardly needed to even try.

But by the time of the Steel Ball Run, he hasn’t been with anyone romantically in a good while. He could count how many years since, but he would rather not keep track.

And you’re not exactly making things easy for him.

Going about your day looking the way you do… and then having the audacity to not pick up a single signal from him (Or anyone else for that matter). Honestly, it should be illegal.

Johnny’s natural instinct, unfortunately, is to immediately assume he’s not what’s clicking. Lord, am I… not being obvious enough? he often wonders.

It’d be one thing if you wanted to outright reject him; he can handle rejection (No, really, he can). It’s just the way the horse gallops sometimes.

But you don’t even seem to notice at all and that’s what’s so frustrating to him.

Just thinking of it can make annoyance fester inside his mind. Gyro throws him a knowing look whenever it’s visibly getting to him; to you it just seems like his mood spikes at random.

His annoyance isn’t directed at you, of course, but at himself (As much as he outwardly blames you, it’s really just a front).

Has he really lost his ‘skills?’ Did the passing years make him completely forget how to flirt with someone? Gyro seems really keen on telling him that’s the case.

And Johnny is nothing if not contrarian to everything Gyro says.

The guy is bending over backwards, doing anything he can do to try to impress you. All while Gryo is not-so-subtly ragging on him over it in the background.

“Quit it! For the love of God-“

“Awe, c’mon Johnny, it’s not like they’re noticing anyways!”

Johnny hates how right Gyro can be.

He’s metaphorically tripping over himself left and right, feeling like he’s at the same level of a clueless middle schooler desperately trying to seem ‘cool’ in front of a crush. Gyro’s damn near crying of laughter at his struggle to make you get it…

But all you do is just stand to the side. Smiling kindly, and blinking without an ounce of procession of his actual intent behind your pretty eyes.

Agony… Johnny Joestar is in pure agony… you’re lucky he finds you cute.

You’re so frustratingly oblivious he can’t even tell if you might like him back, and at this point he’s honestly just trying to get a read on your feelings before he spells it out for you bluntly.

Such an approach is needed with you, apparently.

It’s around this time too that he realizes… Holy shit, they’re really just that oblivious.

Someone else approached you at a bar during one of your numerous stops during the race. Both Johnny and Gyro knew exactly what they were getting at the moment they walked over, a sly smile presented on their face.

All while you sipped from your drink, your expression and tone of voice so casual one might assume your simply discussing the weather.

Johnny isn’t ashamed to admit he felt a sense of pride as the person ultimately walked off, giving up.

Luckily for you, Johnny is not.

You’ve stolen his heart so completely without even trying… he can admit to himself it’s a beautiful thing- if he detaches himself from his own frustration.

He’s going to keep trying to get you notice; try to get a read on however you feel about him. Even if it takes him the entire Steel Ball Run to do so!

And, yes, it does take that long.

Gyro Zeppeli

So what, you didn’t notice the first time he winked at you? It was real sunny out that day- the light probably shined in your eye and made you miss it.

Whatever, if his first flirtation or two ultimately fell on deaf ears. Statistically speaking, not every line is going to land the way he wants.

Who cares if his apparent interest in you is obvious to literally every one other than you? It’s your loss, to be honest.

Not that he really cares.

And you know what? He doesn’t care so much he’ll snap at Johnny for bringing it up. He’s not bothered by it… so why does the guy feel the need to mention his failed attempts at showing interest? Really, it’s just a little annoying the jockey thinks it matters to him at all.

… it should go without saying that he does not handle the frustration well at all in the beginning.

He won’t necessarily blame himself.

He is aware of his own ability to flirt, and his past has granted him a sense of confidence in it. Gyro’s certainly the forward type, and knows that.

Yet, everything he says or does seems to go right over your pretty head. It’s a not a notion meant to flatter you either- one he keeps to himself with pouted lips and arms crossed.

It’s a rather childish anger directed towards you, but it doesn’t last too long.

Eventually, he also comes to the (Begrudging) conclusion that he really cannot blame you. Gyro realizes this around the same time he figures his liking of you goes far deeper than a casual fling.

And if anything, he’s going to start directing his frustration towards the people in your past.

Clearly, no one’s really hit on you before… or worse, something happened to you that made you think no one ever would- so thick-headed in that belief that you don’t even perceive it.

It’s in Gyro’s nature to let his mind ponder the ‘why’ behind your obliviousness- especially when he thought he was being so obvious about it.

Either possibility makes him want to find whoever contributed to your inability to pick up a signal, grab them by the shoulders, and shake them violently.

But with time, he’s going to find it endearing (Not that he’s ever admit it out loud).

Look at you… riding your prized horse as if you’re not the most beautiful person in the Steel Ball Run. And the smirk doesn’t at all falter even when the three of you stop at a dingy town for the night.

“I’ve had three strangers walk up to me since we entered the saloon… the people in this town are so friendly!”

“Y/n, dear, they’re all trying to hit on you.”

“What? No way! They just wanted to talk about the race over a drink or two. One of them said they had gin from France up in his hotel room. Can you believe that? Sounds delicious, right?”

“… good lord, Y/n.”

It’d be funnier if he wasn’t another trying and failing to flirt his way into making you open your damn eyes.

At some point, Gyro just has to spit it out.

It comes during the climax of one of the race’s many stopping points. It’d been looming over his mind for weeks, and if someone were to ask him (Okay, if Johnny asks him) he would bitterly grumble that it’s been affecting his scores.

His logic behind doing this at specifically that point in time… flawless.

How are you going to blissfully remain in the dark if he’s shouting his confession at you from the finish line in front of a large group of confused onlookers?

They just wanted to see the race… not one of the top contestants with a heavy Italian accent declaring his love for you while damn-near standing on top of his horse.

[bebegi]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

genre: forced confession [?] | fluff — gn!reader

warnings: drunk cowpeople!

series: jonathan — joseph — jotaro — josuke — giorno — jolyne — johnny — gappy — jodio

🎧 › johnny joestar by ME1M | johnny joestar by lexi

notes: ignore any typos please ily all ♡

notes²: ugh this man..... ugh [dreamily]

˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺:

˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦:

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[therasponthisotherapp]

Just finished sbr and I can not stress enough that this is just an angsty gay cowboy romance with supernatural powers.

[jigsawgirlie]

okay to be vulnerable

(fluff!johnny joestar x reader)

(authors note)

spoiler warning if you haven’t gotten at least halfway through sbr; also is the jojo fandom even still alive on here?? there’s a severe lack of johnny fluff and your girl is here to deliver.

Gyro had been asleep for the past hour; not a sound stirred from his dormant tent. You and Johnny sat by the small fire Gyro had started prior to slumping down and snoring like a bear.

You and Johnny were quiet. The silence was not awkward, nor was it deafening, it was merely silence. The mosquitos surrounding you both creating small stirs in the mostly quiet night.

Staring briefly at Johnny you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, staring at the embers as they burned. The expression on his face was blank, and filled with thoughts. You tilted your head, silently memorizing all of his features. If you live to see the day all of this mess is over with you pray you’ll remember just how ethereal he looks right now.

Idiotically, you must of made your staring too obvious. Shifting his gaze Johnny noticed your staring. “Is something wrong?” He asked, facing towards you. You ignore his question, instead prompting one for him, “What are you thinking about?”

He’s surprised by your question - that much is evident in his body language. He stares for a moment before scratching his forearm and staring into the fire once more.

You sigh, disappointed he didn’t want to further conversate with you. Perhaps it was still too soon for him to have garnered your trust.

Nearly accepting defeat you walk away, stopping at your tent and looking once at Johnny. You stare as he sits uncomfortably, swatting at mosquitos and holding his body close to himself.

An idea pops into your head. Trusting your intuition, you grab a small blanket left near your belongings. Begrudgingly, you walked quietly back towards Johnny, holding the woolen blanket in your arms.

You make your presence known to Johnny, squatting down close to him. His focus is now entirely onto you, and the close proximity between the two of you.

You smile softly, and give him a look with your eyes, one that begs for trust. When his eyes soften, you smile gently. Carefully you place the blanket around his shoulders. He stares at you in disbelief, blue eyes carefully examining your features.

Before turning to leave you gently lean down, whispering in his ear. “Its okay to be vulnerable Johnny.” You give him one more gentle smile before wishing him a goodnight and walking away.

You leave, not looking back. You’re about halfway to your tent when you hear a weak voice call out for you.

Surprised, you turn around. Johnny is facing your direction, his upper body completely turned towards you. His right arm is raised, reaching out to you. “Johnny?” You call, walking back over to him.

You sit down once more, this time closer to him. He doesn’t make eye contact, instead scrunching his face in concentration. He tries desperately to find the words, afraid you’ll leave him if he can’t speak up.

Gently (and hesitantly) you place your hand on top of his. He finally makes eye contact with you; your eyes are soft and you have a slight smile on your face. In that instant Johnny felt more reassured than he had in his entire life.

He takes in a breath, “I don’t mean to be distant. I want to be there for you and Gyro, don’t get me wrong. I’m just scared.” You give him a second to continue speaking if he desires, and when he doesn’t you do. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He nods. His heart feels like its beating a million times a second, and the lump in his throat is painful. “I never thought I would make something of myself after the accident” He gestures to his legs, “Now I’m here, and I have this ability. I want to be someone again. I want to find the corpse parts and find myself again. I can’t go back to my miserable self.” His voice cracks and his eyes are filled with sadness and fear.

It’s hard to search for the right thing to say. You open your mouth but no words come out, scared to say something wrong. Johnny looks at you; his eyes beg for you to say something. “I like to think once we hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go - up.” You stop and take a breath before continuing, “You’ve been through hell, we all have. Maybe it’s the meaning of why we’re all here in the first place, I don’t know. What I know for sure is you aren’t who you used to be anymore. You don’t have to live in fear Johnny. Plus you have Gyro and me now.”

Johnny is astonished by what you’ve said. His mouth left slightly agape as he stares at you. You refrain from eye contact, afraid to look at him. You two sit in silence once again for a beat, unsure of who will break the silence first. Johnny folds, “I’ll be strong. I’ll find the corpse parts and stop Funny Valentine with everything that I have. I promise that to you and Gyro. From the bottom of my heart.”

You look back at him this time, your faces nearly touching. His eyes are filled with determination and his expression is stoic. You stare at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Both leaning in, your lips just nearly graze his before you pull away.

“I know you will Johnny. I know.” Is what you say instead. You smile brightly, staring at him with admiration. Johnny is left speechless, wanting to feel your lips pressed against his desperately.

You stand up and leave, heading towards your tent once more, succumbing to your exhaustion. Perhaps another night you’ll get a moment alone with Johnny. Maybe then you’ll have the courage to show him how you feel about him using your lips.

(authors note)

writing this , i mentioned mosquitoes then remembered johnnys fetish he mentioned to gyro. *thousand yard stare*

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Please could I request headcanons for Johnny Joestar, Gyro, Diego, Mountain Tim and Josuke (part 8) where their usually shy crush goes up to them and kisses them on the cheek and becomes instantly flustered 💙💙

Shy Kisses ♡

Cut for length

Johnny

• Johnny gets caught off guard at the press of your lips

• He would stay silent for a long while, staring into your eyes while he processes what just happened. But don't run away! You'll miss the best part!

• If you're lucky, you'll get to see him blush. It looks so pretty on him. He'll try to hide it and keep his cool while he talks to you.

• He likes you too... Johnny just isn't too good with his words when it comes to romantic stuff. He's had flings before, but nothing ever made his chest squeeze the way you did. But Johnny would much rather show you his feelings than tell you about them

• He'll hold you gently. If you don't pull away, Johnny would like to kiss you back, just a sweet peck on your cheek just like you gave him

Gyro

• Would instantly fall in love all over again

• "Il mio cuore, you know just how to make a man swoon."

• Another man of few words. Gyro would scoop you into his arms before you can even think about running away. He suffocates you in more kisses

• He adores the blush on your face and loves to see how flustered he can get you

• A date later that night is sure to follow

Diego

• Ngl he'd probably freak out at first

• If that doesn't scare you away, he doesn't apologize, but he isn't upset at you. He talks with a wild red blush creeping up his neck

• "Tck! Didn't your parents ever teach you it's rude to kiss someone so suddenly?"

• But he'll hold you close, finally able to confess he feels the same way

• "...It wasn't unpleasant. But it's unexpected. Honestly dear, you can be so full of surprises. Look at you! Just one kiss and you're already redder than a tomato! It's quite cute..."

Mountain Tim

• Shocked silent, but quickly melts into boisterous laughter

• Brings you into a tight hug, kissing you back immediately, cooing at the cute look on your face

• "You look cute, all red in the face, Darlin'. That must've took guts."

• Doesn't matter what he was doing when you kissed him, Tim quickly finds a place to hide away to smother you in more love.

• "You're sweeter than pie, Sugar. Why don't we stay inside, and catch up on all the lovin' we coulda been doing a long time ago?"

[straw-kid]

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

JJBA Steel Ball Run Headcanon

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

Full of himself.

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

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

Pfff you are pathetic! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Normally you turn, it's embarrassing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are simply on fire from the heat you felt.

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

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

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

[tonberry-yoda]

Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar

Pairing - Johnny Joestar x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frfr

Word Count - 411

Notes - (image below not mine) seriously obsessed with this. it's super nice to write for myself for a little bit, so it may be a while before i open requests again, especailly with finals coming up soon. matchups are opening on saturday up to 10 people and it's first come first serve :) hope everyone is well and staying hydrated! <333

Johnny woke up to find your cheek pressed against his bare chest, your face covered in his blue lipstick.

He stretched, noticing his hair was out of his signature little bandanna and definitely a mess.

It was already getting warm outside, Johnny could feel that even from inside of a tent. The desert in America was something else. You two definitely needed to head out soon 1. before Gyro could get on both of your asses about sleeping in, and 2. to get further in the race and hopefully find a nice place to stay in the shade before it gets too hot.

"y/n," Johnny poked your cheek, making your nose scrunch. "y/n, wake up."

You pushed his hand away and turned away from him, still cuddled on his chest.

"I'm serious, y/n. It'll get hot outside before we know it."

"Just five more minutes." Your voice was tired and small as you pulled the blanket away from Johnny and onto your body, wrapping yourself up like a little caterpillar.

"Gyro's gonna yell at us." Johnny's voice sounded pouty, his southern accent seeming really thick.

"I don't care." You muffled your voice under your blanket and Johnny stood up, putting on a shirt.

"Fine then, if you're so keen on sleepin' I'll just be on my way then."

"Okay then. I'll see you later."

"Baby," his voice sounded even more pouty as he tried to pull you out of the blanket. "You were supposed to spike up and get ready to head out."

"I still have 2 and a half minutes, bub."

You both jumped, hearing the sound of Gyro throw down a bag in your tent. "Are we leavin' or am I gonna have to leave y'all behind?"

You peeked your head out of the blanket and Gyro immediately burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?!" You sat up, not caring that your white tank top was a little lopsided.

"Damn, so that's what I heard last night!" Gyro said through laughter pointing at your lipstick covered face.

You and Johnny both blushed, pushing Gyro out of the room.

"Dammit Gyro," Johnny was struggling to push Gyro's laughing figure out of your tent. "Do ya gotta ruin everything?!"

Gyro just kept laughing, wiping a tear from his eye, before leaving the tent on his own accord. "Y'all better hurry up though, or I'm gonna leave without ya."

Well, you had to admit that that sure got you up.

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[strawmariee]

Era mais uma manhã da Steel Ball Run, e Diego e você haviam acabado de acordar de mais uma noite de descanso depois de tantas horas cavalgando e correndo para garantir o primeiro e segundo lugar de vocês.

Um suspiro escapou de seus lábios enquanto você organiza com cuidado suas coisas dentro da sua mochila e, quando você menos espera, sente um peso em seu ombro esquerdo que faz você dar um pequeno saltinho.

— Jesus! Diego, que susto!— você diz com um pequeno beicinho em seus lábios antes de retornar sua atenção para seus pertences, no entanto, ao sentir certos braços abraçando sua cintura você logo para novamente.

Aquilo era tão raro quando ao alinhamento de todas as estrelas das diversas conjugações, e logo você coloca uma das mãos na nuca de Diego e, em resposta, ele solta um grunido que parecia ser um ronronar dos dinossauros? Bem, você acabou deduzindo isso de qualquer maneira.

Então você tem mais um desafio a superar: Arrumar sua mochila com um certo homem-dinossauro atracado em vocé como um carrapato.

— O que foi que deu em você hoje, hein Dio?— Você foi capaz de sentir o aperto ficar maior assim que você o chamou pelo apelido dele, e isso fez você rir baixinho.— Goste que eu te chame de Dio? Hein Dio? Você fica muito fofinho quando está carente, Dio!

— Para com isso, idiota.

Ele diz, levantando levemente o rosto para você e te deixando capaz de ver suas bochechas levemente rosadas enquanto o aperto dele só fez aumentar conforme as vezes que você repetiu o apelido dele.

— Aw, paro não Dino boy.

Em seguida você deu um beijinho na ponta de seu nariz, o que fez com que o loiro estremecesse um pouco antes de esconder o rosto novamente em seu ombro.

— Entendi, você deve estar naqueles dias... Mas temos que ir, senão podemos ter desvantagem na corrida—!

Assim que você tentou se levantar, você foi bruscamente puxada de volta para i saco de dormir que ainda estava quente e sentiu outra coisa rodear seu corpo, você logo soltou uma risada nasal quando reconheceu as escrituras de "Dio" naquele rabo de dinossauro.

— Estamos muito mais à frente do que todos aqueles idiotas.

Você se surpreendeu com aquilo, já que independente da posição deles, sua ambição só o fazia querer ficar no topo e não dar chances a ninguém roubar o que ele já considerava dele.

E isso até mesmo incluía você, mesmo que ele nunca confessasse isso.

Você logo então suspirou em desistência e, resolvendo aproveitar aquele momento raro de carência de Diego, voltou a acariciar sua nuca e sendo recompensada com aqueles ronronados/grunidos dele.

Não faz mau tirar só mais alguns minutinhos de descanso, não é mesmo?

[meloooooonade]

More Dinopants Chibis for all of you

Last one designs are from @/Widdledoppio on Twitter

[monster-energies]

dio brando/reader - this is what is feels like

posted: 06.07.2024

“you’re…not hungry dio?” you asked him. dio looked back to you, shaking his head. “my appetite has yet to sink in y/n. you still look quite famished my darling. all of this is for you…in fact.”  dio grabbed your fork and the next thing you knew he had picked up a dessert of his choosing, he grabbed your hand and had you laid on the sofa. “i see you’re very much dressed for such an occasion; how beautiful you are y/n” he mumbled. dio glanced very briefly at the sheer gown which suited you perfectly. his eyes lingered at your thighs; your body was truly a beautiful thing to him. “well, you requested for me to wear this…didn’t you?” you said, perplexed at the things dio had in store. “oh y/n…you’ve not a single clue of all the plans i have laid out for you.” his tone sensual and smooth. he could frankly smell your blood so fresh. “now then…lay here.” he said.  his eyes trailed all over your body, letting every contour and curve sink in. you were just right for him, the way your body moved, it was a sight so pleasing and somewhat arousing for him. “did you like that my sweet? no need for your answer…i know it was quite pleasant.” dio replied, he chuckled softly as his other hand roved to your waist. you were a sight to behold. his heart pounded; his fangs ached with anticipation as he fed you the molten lava cake bit by bit. as he continued to feed you, his hand caressed your hip as he looked you directly in the eyes. not breaking his gaze for a moment, he found such pleasure in your happiness and your arousals. he was almost certain that he could read your thoughts, you yearned for him just as much as he did. “you’ve finished your second helping of dessert, oh what a good one you are y/n.” dio said. “tell me y/n…do you trust me?” he asked.

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summary: dio always had a soft spot towards you, from the way you lend him your ear, to your obedience. he decides that he will treat you in more than just one simple way

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[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Johnny Joestar doodle for y'all?

[cowboycakes]

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

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

[strawberrycherriesncream]

I like Funny and Diego together but specifically when it’s Funny that is so whipped and down bad his wife thinks it’s hilarious and Diego is mildly annoyed by literally everything about the president and prepared to leave at the drop of a hat.

[cinaminrolll]

guys i legit have 35 bug bites right now, johnny would be having a field day 💀

[greetings-inferiors]

give me manga reccommendations (please)

i think i'm gonna start reading again

i'll start with the classics like tokyo ghoul and black butler and death note because i did already read the first few volumes of them (like 2 yrs ago tho so ill have to reread)

but i want reccommendations :3

Why are you awake at 3am

Anyway my actual recommendations -

Tokyo ghoul and death note are GREAT starting points, two of the best mangas ever written.

The middle of death note does drag a bit, but the ending makes up for it imo. And obviously the first half is some of the best manga ever written. It’s also really short so you may as well, you won’t regret it.

Tokyo ghoul is fantastic, and I really recommend it, ESPECIALLY if you haven’t watched the anime. I wish I read the manga first every day. One of the most beautiful manga I’ve ever read.

I’ve never read black butler but I’ve heard good things.

Now, for my new recommendations (from least to most recommended)

One punch man is gut achingly funny, though I haven’t been keeping up with it

If you get into one piece you won’t run out of entertainment for months, what I’ve read it pretty good and apparently it just keeps getting better.

Spy x family is similarly gut achingly funny, but with a fantastic and gripping plot, especially the newest chapters. It’s one of two mangas I still keep up with for every chapter.

Assassination classroom is hilarious, but heart wrenchingly sad. It’s fantastic. It was my favourite manga for a long time.

And, of course, the big one. Jojo’s bizzare adventure is my favourite manga of all time. It’s one of my favourite pieces of media ever made. There’s genuinely nothing like it. Every part is completely unique, from the martial arts of part 1, to the murder mystery of part 4, to the heists of part 9. I am not kidding when I say that every part is its own genre. It’s also all really good. There’s an argument for all parts to be the best. And the title isn’t lying. In fact, it may be lying by omission. It’s not just bizzare - it’s batshit. In the best possible way. The only problem is that part 1 drags a bit, even though it’s short and imo still really good, so it’s a bit difficult to get into (and you are NOT part skipping, I WILL DISOWN YOU). It’s better than the anime though, so if you’re going to do jojo it’s best to start with the manga (the first three parts are MUCH better as mangas). But once you get to the end of part 1, it’s non stop PEAK. The ending to part 1 is phenomenal. Part 2 has one of the best jojos. Part 3 is a great journey and villain of the week format (along with having the best fight in the entire series). Part 4 is some of the best slice of life I’ve ever read??? Part 5 is basically an anime of the godfather and it’s brilliant. Part 6 is a jailbreak movie, with one of the best endings to anything ever. Part 7 is out of nowhere a literary masterpiece, unironically one of the greatest works of art I’ve ever read (it’s the second highest rated manga of all time for a reason). Part 8 is the pinnacle of Araki as a writer, storyteller, and artist, with a great coming of age (I guess lmao) story. And part 9 is thrilling heists with (imo) the best jojo in the series. The worst part is really fucking good, and the best part is one of the greatest pieces of fiction ever written. I truly cannot recommend it enough. It’s not everyone’s thing - the title is NOT lying, it is weird, at times nonsensical, but never uninteresting. Give it a shot, at least the first 3 parts, they’re not long and if you’re not interested by then you’re not human I think (/j). Once you get to 4 and onwards they keep getting longer, and while they do keep getting better and better, if you’re not into the vibe and stands then you don’t want to read 800 ish chapters more. Oh yeah it is long tbf, the first 3 parts aren’t that long, the next 3 parts are decently sized, then the next 2 alone are longer than a lot of the other manga I’ve recommended lmao. But that’s kinda what happens when you release a manga without any major hiatuses for 30+ years. He only started releasing it monthly in about 2008, so it would be way longer lmao. But the monthly releases are worth it, it instantly gets wayyyyyyy better. You’ll notice it in steel ball run (part 7). And once you’re finished you’ll be able to wait with me for part 9, which has been FANTASTIC so far, and I’m really excited to see more.

The only problem is: how do you read it? Answer: I don’t know. Probably mangadex? Don’t read the official translations, they change almost every name in the series due to copyright (every stand and a lot of characters are named after songs and bands) and it a.) works way less and b.) will make communicating with other jojo fans really difficult. I read the first 8 parts using Jojo’s coloured adventure (though I don’t recommend the coloured manga, the black and white is much better), which was an all in one place fan translation, but I don’t think it exists anymore. I recommend researching which translations are the best and then reading them on mangadex. The thing about it is that the translations I read are only for the newly released chapters I’m pretty sure, so giving you their names wouldn’t help at all. I’ve read a few chapters of phantom blood on mangadex and like… it’s alright. The phrasing is a bit clunky, but overall it’s good.

Some last things: the early parts are a bit sexist at times, the women are still really well written like erina, Lisa Lisa, and suzi q, but the first 3 parts have the odd “beaten by a mere woman!!?” And stuff. But even then there’s a lot of subversions of sexism, like Lisa Lisa being really fucking strong (and even then Araki regrets having not written her as more of a main character). But once you get past part 3 it basically stops. Araki is really progressive with his writing, he wanted part 5 to have a female jojo, but his editors didn’t let him, but once part 6 came around he put his foot down and made half of the cast women (and even then he still was forced to change someone to a man). I’m pretty sure he even said the quote “the fact that readers don’t want the jojo to be a woman is exactly why she needs to be a woman” or something similar. Part 8’s best written character is a woman, and in part 9 we’ve got a weird genderqueer thing (I love dragona but it’s really hard to say whether they’re trans or not lmao. Imo they are, but obviously you shouldn’t assume. At the very least they aren’t out yet. Tho they take hrt. Lmao). Basically what I’m saying is it gets a lot better.

Once you’ve caught up I really recommend the anime! The first 3 parts are a downgrade imo (especially part 3, yikes they completely massacred it. The beginning is great and the last fight is phenomenally done though), but part 4 is an upgrade, especially since they had the hindsight of the villain (Araki originally wanted 3 to be the end, so part 4 didn’t really have a plan for the first half of its story) and could sprinkle him throughout. I haven’t watched 5 or 6 yet, but apparently 5 is fantastic and 6 is really good. But I’d definitely recommend reading it first, and then watching it once you’re obsessed.

If anything you should read the first 6 parts as homework for steel ball run. I love the first 6 parts to death, but 7,8, and 9 are so so so good, and steel ball run is, like, a classic manga. It’s the fucking great gatsby of manga. Or maybe to kill a mockingbird? Idk.

Anyway I’m sorry this is long I really really really like Jojo. Like I said, it’s my favourite manga of all time, and one of my favourite media franchises in general. I could gush about it for hours (and I guess I just did whoops lmao).

Also if you read it you’ll get the jojo references (important)