#diego brando headcanon

[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.

[mrmillipede]

Lucy doodles because I love her and she’s epic #iloveLucySteel

[minyicho]

ughhh why is this so truuuu. theres too many characters to tag :(((

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Sbr dick hc + how they fuck!

F! Reader implied!!

Johnny Joestar

Dick: Johnnys Dick is cute just like him, It’s about 5.5 at most. thickness isn’t too wide but not too small either. It’s just right. It may hurt going in for a second but it all is good after that. He’s circumcised and his tip is pink/redish depending on what’s happening. His pubes are like a pillow around the base of his cock. They curl in some places and in others they swoop, obviously they’re dirty blonde<3

How he fucks: He is gentle but he can get a little lazy. Obviously you’d have to ride him for the most part but if he could he’d through you on the ground and show you how much he wants you. When you ride he grabs your hips and slams you down, not in a rough way but in a loving passionate way. He always makes sure you’re ready before he does anything, he fingers you while licking your clit and when he finds your sweet spot he’ll attack it until you cum in on his hand. He’s not very vocal instead he makes a series of grunts and whimpers. Maybe once he’ll say your name. His favorite places to cum are inside of you, on your boobs, in your mouth or on your face

Gyro Zeppeli

Dick: 5.9 damn near 6. Uncircumcised and it’s extremely sensitive at the shaft. His cock is thick, like thick thick. You have to use two hands to wrap around him. His pubes go all over the place. They are never shaven but he will occasionally trim them just a bit. He will definitely hurt going in.

How he fucks: He’s passionate but playful, he’ll try anything once. His favorite position is reverse cowgirl. He loves see your ass ripple as you slam yourself down onto his cock. He’s very vocal, he tells you how he wants it and he doesn’t give a damn. Since he’s so big he has to prep both of you, using lube wont help the whole process. 69 is how he gets you both ready at the same time. While he’s fucking you he makes sure to ask you if you’re enjoying yourself. His favorite places to cum are on your face, on your chest or on your ass/lower back

Diego Brando

Dick: 5.3 he’s short so… his dick has a small vein on the underside and if you lick/touch it, wooowee you’re in for a treat afterwards. His isn’t particularly thick either, it’s more thin than anything, doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good though. He’s uncircumcised, his pubes are almost always shaven, if not shaven then trimmed to the base. He hates hair.

How he fucks: Hes not rough but he’s not loving either. You’re not his lover so it’s understandable why he wouldn’t be so caring and careful. He does his thing and then leaves essentially. His favorite position is doggy style or anything from the back so he can pretend your anyone he wants. Sucks I know. He pounds into you while saying how filthy you are to be doing this, you’re a slut, a dumb bitch, a needy whore who only wants his cum and nothing else. His favorite places to cum is on your back or stomach. Maybe your face if you’re lucky.

Funny Valentine

Dick: 6.2, he’s a tall man so it’s just obvious. His cock is thick. It will definitely hurt you when going in. He doesn’t feel bad about it though sometimes he will apologize afterwards, which is reassuring. His tip is his most sensitive spot. He’s circumcised so his cock is nice and clean looking. His pubes swoop, they don’t curl. They’re a dirty blonde with a hint of lighter blonde in them.

How he fucks: He loves role playing scenarios ex. You being his secretary and having a quicky, meeting at a restaurant and end up hooking up. Sometimes he’ll be passionate, but sometimes he just wants to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you milk him dry. He loves holding your hands down and just pounding you. As for the passionate part, he loves just having the blanket over you two while he’s on top of you, whispering how much he wants you and how he wants you to bear his child, maybe even some sensual stuff in the shower too… I’m gonna eventually make a fanfic on this<3 his favorite places to cum are inside of you, in your mouth or on your face. Oh yeah he has a serious breeding kink<3

[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?"

[swirlpops]

jjba & you: fall dates edition.

Another season, another round of D A T E S with some of our faves. HAPPY FALL AND SHIT, Y’ALL. 

> all characters 21+.

> characters: bruno, abbacchio, gyro, jotaro, josuke, doppio/diavolo, diego, giorno, kakyoin, poly caesar & joseph.

> gender-neutral reader.

> sfw fluff, tender and warming for the soul.

(> if you're interested, a summer dates edition with our darling bruno, is here!)

bruno bucciarati ; farmer’s market

Bruno had always loved the hustle and bustle of the farmer's market. Amidst a cacophony of hellos, he would blaze a trail of taste testing and sightseeing, taking in all the market had to offer. Today, you were by his side as he showed you his favorite stalls. "That one over there," he says, pointing one hand and gently resting the other on your shoulder, "has divine maple butter pastries. The farmer makes them fresh every morning." He ushers you to another stall, dotted with bouquets and fairy lights even in the gentle light of morning. "And this one has flowers that are homegrown here in Napoli, picked at the break of dawn." 

The sight of such a diverse array of flowers catches you off guard – mums painted with deep burgundy, sunflowers soaked in the last vestiges of early autumn sun. Bruno hums over the selection and plucks a violet dahlia; its center is smattered with brilliant gold. He tucks it behind your ear and smiles warmth down at you – undoubtedly, the most beautiful flower of them all. 

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leone abbacchio ; fall shopping

At the craft fair, the fragrance of candles poured with apples, leaves, and candy corn float through endless rows of fall decor. Leone wrinkles his nose as you enter a particularly robust row, and casually takes your hand in his. It’s calloused and rough; the arbiter of a small token of affection doled out in carefully placed intervals. It’s ok – you don’t mind. “Why do people make these damn candles so strong?” he grumbles to himself. However, a small, white pumpkin tufted from scratchy felt steals his attention. He picks it up with his other hand, inspecting it as he holds it up to the crisp light of the low autumn sun. “This is cute,” he says under his breath, almost loathe in his admittance. “Let’s put it on our mantle. It'll look nice above the fire.”

++

gyro zeppeli ; bonfires & s’mores

"No no no," Gyro titters at you. "You have to smush it like this." He presses his palms together, melding gooey layers of graham cracker, scorched marshmallow, and rich milk chocolate. "The flavors have to bloom!" he continues, stressing each word as he gesticulates. "They have to bloom and grow, so you can stick it in your mouth for it explode with a big boom from the taste of it and–"

You stare at Gyro, mouth agape, as he waxes poetic about the wonders of s'mores technique. The bonfire he so skillfully built was licking its flames to the night sky, acting like it was protesting his lecture. Shadows play across his face, but you notice something amidst the embers' glow. 

"Gyro," you interrupt.

"What?"

"You have chocolate on your nose."

"I do?" He swoops in to bring his face close to yours, and playfully rubs the tip of his nose against your own. "Well, so do you." 

++

jotaro kujo ; apple cider

Quiet mornings are always spent together, perusing the daily newspaper on the porch. Morning fog sets the scene, rolling over fireburnt foliage and quaint cottages to douse the horizon with a cozy, picturesque atmosphere. Jotaro looks across at you, deep in the headlines of today's paper. He takes note of your concentration – brows furrowed, eyes scanning, and lips parted and soft from the touch of apple cider kissed along them. His own mug is warm and steaming, with tendrils of heat unfurling to befriend the rolling fog. Eyes still on you, he lifts his mug to his mouth. He takes a moment to relish the taste – but its sweetness holds no candle to the sacred ritual of sharing his mornings with you. 

++

josuke higashikata ; pumpkin patch

With all the countenance of an overexcited puppy, Josuke tugs on the hem of your marigold sweater to pull you in the direction of the hayrides. He drags you over rows of pumpkins dusted with nighttime dew; vines snag your ankles as the crunch of leaves lead you to a farmtruck stuffed with bales of hay. Easy as could be, he grabs your waist and lifts you clean off your feet, settling you onto the back of the truck. The low full moon shines its favor on the both of you when you share a tender gaze. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, gently resting his hands on your knees while his cheeks bloom with blush. “As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He smiles back, wide and beautiful, as he takes your hand to climb aboard and join you. 

++

vinegar doppio/diavolo ; haunted house

Trembling like a fieldmouse at harvest, Doppio latches onto your arm. "I bet another monster is going to hop out any minute," he laments. "I can't take this!" He buries his face into your shoulder and rubs it, wiping away the tears threatening to spill. "We shouldn't have came…"

You reach up to stroke the wild pink fluorescence of Doppio’s hair while you both round a corner into a small and empty room. "They're just actors!" you say, laughing in jest. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

All Doppio could do was quiver in the dim light of the haunted house; he whimpers and grips you tighter. "I mean… I could protect you too, you know."

"Is that so?"

You swore you could see a familiar glint in his eye. Doppio nods, and his body starts to grow larger as he does so. You lean back when you feel a heavy presence – though at this point, you supposed you were used to it. 

A muscular arm pushes you against the wall to trap you between a rock and a hard place. Who you knew as Diavolo was now pressed against you, with his arm bracing the wall to cage you in. "Oh?" says a deep voice. "What’s this?” His tone is smooth and dangerous, and the touch of his trailing hand evaporates down your cheek. "Lost in a sea of wolves, little lamb?"

++

diego brando ; trick or treat

“This is stupid.”

Diego huffs as he enters the room, clad in a comically oversized dinosaur suit from head to toe. "Remind me again, why am I doing this?"

In your Jurassic Park ranger costume, you giggle at the sight of Diego, who so courteously succumbed to your request. "Look at you, oh my god!" you say excitedly. "You'll be a hit at all the houses! We're gonna get so much candy, just you watch."

Diego waddles over to you, and you can practically see the scowl on his face through his getup. "I can barely breathe," he complains. "What a stupid tradition."

"It'll be fun, I promise. And you can always take off your little dino head, you know.”

No more permission is needed – he pulls it off with zero hesitation. “Done,” he says, making his way to the overflowing candy bowl in your foyer. "An hour is my absolute limit, mind you."

You follow alongside him, pouting and affectionately pinching his cheek. "Aw, Diego – a little bit longer? Please? For me?"

He picks up a miniature candy bar and tosses it in the air. With a deft hand he grabs it, then squeezes it out its wrapper, sending it flying to catch in his mouth. “Well, if it's for you I suppose I could," he says through a mouthful of sickly sweet chocolate. "Right. Let’s get on with it, then.”

++ 

giorno giovanna ; carving pumpkins

Tongue peeking out in concentration, Giorno carves into the delicate stencil pasted on his pumpkin. Ambitious as always, the pattern is intricate – inlaid with roses aplenty and labor intensive vines. The only sounds in the room are hushed breaths and the drag of carving knives ripping into the pumpkins' soft flesh. 

"How's it coming?" you ask, peering over your own pumpkin. 

"Almost there," Giorno replies, with his eyes trained on his handiwork. "How about you?

“Uh…” You take a moment to tilt your head and appraise your progress. It’s a bit jagged and roughshod, but it still retains the likeness of a classic jack o'lantern. 

Giorno scoots over in his chair and leans into your shoulder to take a peek for himself. “Looking spooky,” he says with a half grin. “I love it.”

“Thanks!” you say, as you go back to hacking into its eye. “But honestly, this part is a little tough to cut through. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

He places his hand on top of yours, grasping your keyhole saw alongside you, and presses a gentle kiss into your temple. “Allow me,” he says, melting all of your woes in one fell swoop. 

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noriaki kakyoin ; apple picking

A dappling of light scatters through a grove of apple trees. The air is fresh and crisp; your baskets overflow with apples speckled in sap. The best part of it all, is getting a lift on Noriaki’s shoulders – a far better option than scrambling up wooden ladders laden with splints. 

From your perch, he runs his hands down your calves, looking up in adoration to observe as you pluck a particularly juicy looking apple. After a small wiggle to position yourself, you tug the fruit from its spot on the branch. It falls into your hand with a satisfying plop. 

“That one’s pretty big,” he notes. “Maybe we should eat that one first.” 

“A good plan, I think,” you say. You give it a quick wipe on your sleeve, then bend over so you can present it in front of his mouth. He smiles with serenity, appreciative of your offer. His eyes lock on yours as he tilts his head forward, sinking his teeth into the ripe flesh. A trickle of juice runs down the side of his mouth, and he can’t help but laugh through the burst of apple. Everything always tastes better when it's with you.

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caesar zeppeli & joseph joestar ; soapmaking

The hustle and bustle of people milling around your soapmaking class was the perfect diversion for Joseph’s latest caper – which was to annoy you and Caesar. Simply put, it was business as usual.

Caesar slipped on a pair of gloves, but the looming figure behind him snatched his attention from pouring his lye. “I can see you, Jojo,” he said, looking over his shoulder in annoyance. “We can both see you.”

Your head was also turned – you were well versed enough to recognize Joseph’s ways. His face stretched in a wide, suspicious smile, and his hands remained hidden behind his back. "No need to get your eyes checked, then!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice, cheesy as ever. “Look at my two favorite lovely people, being so cute, making the best soap–” 

Caesar rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. Leaning over to you, he spoke, “If we ignore him, he just might go away.” 

“Caesar,” Joseph whined, “I’m right here! I can hear you!”

“Good,” said Caesar. 

Joseph whipped his arms from behind his back, brandishing a heart-shaped bar of soap in each hand. "Fine," he pouted. "I was going to give you two these, but since you're being so mean…" 

Your heart melted on sight. Though they looked… suspicious, to say the least, they were still a token of Joseph's affection. "That's so cute, Jojo!" you exclaimed happily. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," grumbled Caesar – but he couldn't even begin to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

[gyroist]

FRUSTRATED.   — HEADCANONS.

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

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

masterlist.

▸ it’s been two in a half months since the start of the steel ball run. you had met your riding partner(s) by chance during the third stage, coming to a mutual agreement of helping each other out.

▸ while being partnered up was nice, it helped quell the loneliness being out in the middle of foreign lands brought, it did little to soothe the tension building up within you.

▸ truth be told, it’s been a while since you’ve had time to yourself… with all the fighting and the holy corpse being tossed and dragged around like a game of tag, finding privacy was hard. sure, you could finish your business while your partner was sleeping but… shame would creep up and overtake you before anything could happen.

▸ it doesn't help the fact that because you’ve been stuck with them for so long, unspoken tension has been building up between the both of you. looks like your only option is to swallow your pride and ask for some help….

johnny joestar !

asking johnny….

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

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

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

one of the many things johnny had learned from his many experiences, was how to use his mouth. he’d been in bed with many women in the past for him to already have a clear picture of what could get you to tick.

and that’s exactly what he’s doing, with his head between your thighs, johnny looks up at your expecting eyes. he can see clear as day how much you want him, he had barely done a thing and your thighs were already trembling.

“you look so pretty, darling” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, once you advert your gaze johnny leans down to kiss your puffy clit. a cute gasp escapes your lips, eyes snapping right back to look at him.

“pay attention to me, okay?”

and that’s the only warning he gives you as he dives back down to press his warm tongue against your folds. your body automatically jolts at the sudden contact, then quickly melts under his touch as he begins to lick a stripe up your sensitive pussy before sucking on your clit.

your hand slaps over your mouth as you try your hardest to bite back any moan that would erupt from you, fearing that gyro might hear what the two of you were up to.

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

you nearly lost all composure when you felt a finger slip inside your entrance, curling it against your spongy walls. your eyes shut themselves tight as you tried to muffle a moan that rolled out your lips. you could barely contain yourself, hips bucking up into johnny. his fingers were long and slender, just barely reaching up just enough to hit a spot you loved.

peeking down, you could see johnny looking up at you, putting on a show of him licking at your swollen clit. fuck, he looked way to pretty down there, hair sticking to his face and his pretty plush lips, it was unfair.

gyro zeppeli !

asking gyro…

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

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

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

▸ if you were shy on telling him, gyro would continue pressing kisses to your hot skin, making you feel like you’d burst due to all the contact he’s giving you. after going for so long without any sort of intimacy, you cant help but get all worked up over it; and he knew this too.

▸ when you finally tell him, gyro would merely laugh before setting you on his lap. as much as he wants to take you right then and there, he wants to savor this moment (to your dismay.)

gyro isn’t exactly when it started, when he started fantasizing about you. admittedly, the race had made him increasingly needy just like it had to you. back in his hometown in Naples, he would’ve given in by now and went seeking for the first pair of legs willing to open for him; sneaking around his strict father of course. but here, gyro couldn’t do that as much as he wanted to.

yet here he is, getting ready to do the exact thing he swore off from doing. shamefully, he must admit that he’s spent countless nights thinking about fucking you stupid. the idea of seeing drool dribble down your swollen lips, his dark lipstick smeared all over your chest all while he pounds into your wet sensitive pussy, drives him crazy.

and here you are, straddling his lap while grinding down onto him, trying your hardest to get off. your glossy eyes filled with lust and need, staring up at him while you bit back your soft mewls.

gyro had no clue as to what he must’ve done in a past life to earn this heavenly sight right in front of him.

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

“gyro…” you whine, tugging on his belt. he only chuckles before undoing it himself, letting you unzip and free him from his clothed restraints. you watch as his thick cock springs out, precum already leaking from his red tip. swallowing thickly, you can feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. you need him now..

gyro lets out a hiss when your hands begin to stroke him, putting his hand to the back of your head guiding you down to his lips. for a minute he lets you take control, letting your tongue invade his mouth. gyro’s hands move from your hips down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and ripping apart your tights, giving him access to your still clothed cunt.

impatience takes over you, sliding your panties to the side as you adjust yourself over him. mind clouded with the want and need to feel gyro’s thick cock inside of you. his tip rubs against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

gyro’s holds onto your hips with a firm grip, slowly pushing you down onto his length. you tried your hardest to silence the moan that threaten to escape you, already overwhelmed at how good he stretched you out, how good he felt inside of you.

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

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

diego brando !

asking diego…

▸ diego gives you an expression that you can’t really read, it’s teetering between “lust” and “what the hell are you talking about”. regret is already washing over you, asking diego should’ve been the last thing you did. before you can scramble up a half assed excuse and go back to bed, diego interrupts your thoughts by patting the space next to him.

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

▸ “I'm not just doing this for your sake, is that clear? i can see the mutual benefit of this so I'll indulge you, just this once.” of course. diego wasn't usually the type to make exchanges without having some sort of end goal in mind. ‘maybe he felt lonely too…’

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

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

“well, what’re you waiting for? get on with it.” diego huffs, his dick already half hard with a very clear bulge on his left thigh. you roll your eyes before reaching for his belt.

you could feel diego’s stare burning through you. you could easily tell in his mind he thought he held all the power, with his chest puffed out and a smug smirk plastered on his face; but you knew better than that.

from what you could tell, diego was the most needy one out of the two of you. from just one look you already knew how much diego wanted this, how much he longed to be touched in the same way you wanted.

you don’t need to look up at him to tell that he’s biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed, giving the cutest expression unintentionally.

choosing to ignore the soft gasp that escapes diego when your hand lightly strokes his cock, or when your finger rubs against his too sensitive tip. diego’s trying his damn hardest to keep up his composure and act, you gotta respect that man a little for that.

but, you still wanted to tease him just a bit.

“diego,” you say, licking a slow stripe against his shaft, kissing his tip. you feel diego twitch ever so slightly when your tongue grazed past the hole, as well as hearing light curses under his breath.

looking up at him through your eyelashes, you keep eye contact as you begin to suck on his tip, tongue swirling around it before taking it in your mouth. by now, diegos had a cute tint of red on his cheeks. his breathing was unsteady and each time you pulled away to press kisses down his shaft, his patience ran thin just by a little.

“jesus, what did i tell you to do?! just get on with it already!” diego groans in annoyance, having half the mind to just push you down onto him and fuck your face right then and there. but he wanted to be nice today… let you set the pace. but he was beginning to regret that

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

truthfully, you were as well. which is why it didn’t take long for you to give into his demands. of course, giving into diego was the only choice you had, unless you wanted to deal with an extremely whiny and needy diego later.

©GYROIST

[gyrospizzamozzarella]

HC‼️ which flavor of jolly rancher i think the steel ball run characters would prefer?

diego

OBVIOUSLY blue raspberry i mean he is literally a 5’3 ankle biter who else could it be? blue raspberry enjoyers are always either sticky ipad kids or people with severe daddy issues. he fits both categories.

johnny

it’s gotta be green apple. green apple flavor is for all the moody bitches out there. i honestly couldn’t see him with any other flavor.

valentine

WATERMELOM FOR SURE. sassy asf. irl barbie. i mean…he grabbed the first napkin what more can i say?watermelon enjoyers are always the most stuck up, self centered people i swear. (coming from a watermelon enjoyer themself)

hot pants

CHERRY!!! hot pants my beloved. i have always lived by cherry being the most badass flavor. hot pants is the definition of girlboss (in the most non cringe millennial way💀)

gyro

GRAPE. WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE? MUSTY ASS COWBOY. (i want to make out with him)

[junosartsthetic]

hello hello! i saw your post and i head your call. 😌✨ ima giv u a couple names bc i love me some spicy spice😳 

diego brando

johnny joestar

narciso anasui

weather report

rikiel brando

pick anyone you like, i don't wanna overload you! also CONGRATS ON ALL THE FOLLOWERS! I LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR EVENT IS SUPER CUTE! SO GLAD YOU MADE IT THIS FAR!!✨✨✨

Thank you, thank you, thank you, beloved! Thank you for all of your choices, as well! I appreciate it. I decided to write a lil bit about everyone's favorite dinosaur. Enjoy!

Warning(s): general sex-talk and nsfw content, minors do not interact

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Diego Brando

This man is a selfish, cocky bastard

And that shows in everything he does

Including sex

At least, that’s the case most of the time

There are very rare occasions when he decides it’s all about you for a night

And while you still have the best sex you’ve ever experienced every other time he’s ever fucked you

There's something about those nights

His slow elegance

His teasing

His tongue drawing circles around your clit, teasing at your entrance with an unparalleled cockiness in his eyes 

He’ll have you cumming multiple times before he even gets his dick involved

He’s good at sex

And he damn well knows it

Which is both a blessing and a curse

A blessing because, well, it’s amazing

A curse because he won’t shut up about it

“Honestly, Diego. Go fuck yourself.”

“Why would I do that when I know you’ll be begging for me later.”

“Damn it, Diego. Get out of my sight.” 

[bubuli-3110]

Light Headed

JJBA (SBR) Reaction GN Pronouns / GN Reader

HC: Johnny, Gyro, and Diego reacting to their S/O passing out from the heat after a long day of riding in the summer.

CW: None

Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, and KNY) Find my rules here.

Johnny

You and your horse were following behind Johnny and Slow Dancer for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. The weather was begining to take a toll on your as your body quickly became drenched in sweat. Your eyes were starting to blur and you tried your best to remain concious, but the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, ears ringing, unconcious.

When you came to a couple of moments later, your head was resting on Johnny's lap. He was looking down at you stroking your forehead gently. He used a wet piece of cloth to lay on your forehead, cooling you. His soft smile is what you'd see when you finally awake.

"You OK? You had me worried Y/N" He'd ask.

He'd make sure you're hydrated and properly rested before contiuing on. His priority was you.

"Next time tell me when you need a break Y/N. We can rest whenever."

Gyro

You and your horse were following behind Gryo and Valkyrie for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Gyro was rambling on about something and it was only a a few minutes into his rant before your vision began to blur and body go numb. Then it happned. Everything went black. When you came too the first thing you realized is that someone was yelling.

"Y/N! Y/N! You better wake up! I'm not joking! This isn't funny!"

Then you felt someone shaking your shoulders violently which fully brought you back to reality. Once you got him to stop shaking you Gyro's face was a scowl.

"You Idiot, why didn't you tell me you needed a break? Now i'm the asshole." He sighs overdramaticlly.

He tosses his canteen over to you and turns away to avert your eyes.

"I was worried sick. Don't ever do that again Y/N." He says. The concern heavy in his voice. He's just a big softie when it comes to you no matter what he says.

Diego

You and your horse were following behind Diego and Silver Bullet for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Most of your two's ride was carried out in silence, but the heat was making it hard to breathe normally and the next thing you knew, you fell to the ground with a thud and everything went black. When you came to, you were under the shade of a tree. Diego's canteen laying ontop of you. You sat up slowly taking a small drink looking around. Your horse was tied to the tree next to you. A little ways off , You could see Diego tending to silver bullet. He must have noticed you move, becuase he came over closer to you.

"Going past your limits like that is useless you know?! Next time trust me, will you? Seriously." He says rolling his eyes.

His tone was cold, but you knew he must have been worried sick from the way he restlessly fidgeted. You smiled to yourself noding in agreement with him.

"Since you seem to be in such good spirits now, Let's get going." He says hopping back on his horse.

[sillysonicfansstuff]

The Jojo Villain House Book Club!

Every one in a while the villains have a book club,so let’s see what it’s about!

Dio:He doesn’t interact with anybody unless they say something he disagrees with.For example,he had a 3 hour argument with Valentine over a character’s looks.

Kars:He doesn’t go to the book club.He finds the books they choose…interesting.

Kira:He usually picks the books and runs it.He is also the one who has to stop the arguments from happening.

Diavolo:He reads fan fictions in the book club and does a graphic description of them.That’s why everybody chooses not to acknowledge him.

Doppio:He doesn’t read books,he’s just happy to be there.

Pucci:He recites the Bible and will occasionally read Philosophy books.

Valentine:He only reads books about America or things Dio wouldn’t like.

Diego:He eats the books.

[mrmillipede]

can a selectively mute genderless jockey really love a genderqueer fagdyke dinosaur

[mightbemod]

jojolands thought :D

With everyone making Jodio out to be Giorno's counterpart and assuming he's related to Dio, somehow multiple of us (me and my partner 💀) forgot that Dio in Jodio's story isnt a vampiric god of death but instead is just a horse rider who DIED before seemingly passing on his legacy.

which frankly, im super fucking interested in how Diego and Jodio could be related with that in mind.

if theyre not related, then i think Jodio's name would point towards his story roll instead. Imagine ending off jojo with a protag that basically just both dio and jojo. not like giorno who was subtle. but like, Jodio could be a villian. that would be epic. all this assuming his name is more than just "fucked up"

thought finished

[jojo-lane]

SBR Favs As Parents - Headcanons

Johnny Joestar

His kids are his world.

Won't hesitate to lay down his life for them.

Makes sure that his kids know that they are loved and appreciated.

Absloutely does not play favorites and treats his kids equally, whether they are a boy or a girl.

Soft but would also not hesitate to lay down the law if they misbehave or try to do something reckless.

Teaches them how to ride horses and even shows them how to handle guns and rifles.

100% supportive of whatever they want to do in life.

Best dad because he had the worst father and doesn't want his kids to have the same experiences he did.

Gyro Zeppeli

Has no idea what he's doing at first but is also determined to do his best.

After he warms up to his first child, he wants to have like 4 more afterwards. 🥲

Sings his own stupid lullabies that he wrote to put them to sleep.

Will fight Gregorio, his ancestors, the Italian monarchy and God just so he could save his kids from becoming soulless executioners for a corrupt government.

Supports the rights and wrongs of his kids so he is at constant risk of child endangerment.

"How else are they gonna learn?"

Only time he is serious is when it comes to teaching them the Spin.

Like Johnny he is supportive of whatever his kids want to do in life as long as they master the Spin.

Diego Brando

Is super emotional when he becomes a first time father.

Worries for them 24/7.

Makes sure their eating well and every one of their need is met.

Spoils his kids rotten and believes they are the best in the world.

But because he's such an over achieving perfectionist, he also casts a shadow over them and unknowingly pressures them to perform well.

Is diplomatic most of the time but secretly has a favorite.

Wants his kids to do well in life so he pushes them to pursue only high paying careers but ultimately accepts if one of them rebels against it.

An annoying and embarressing dad who doesn't miss a chance to brag about how great his kids are. 🤧

Hot Pants

Adopts.

Starts out as a mentor but forms a bond with them the more time they spend together.

Overprotective and overbearing, wouldn't let their kids out of their sight.

Can come across as cold sometimes but cooking is how they express their love for their kids.

Would not tolerate bratty behavior and would swiftly enforce punishment.

Loves all their kids equally.

Supportive of whatever their kids decide to do as long as they keep in touch and visit regularly.

A strict yet gentle parent. 🥲

[cowboycakes]

shep the hand hc's are making me unwell (in a good way), do you have thoughts on diego's 🥺 (no pressure if not!!)

KAT!! i'd love to write some hand hcs for deego!

diego's hands aren't super big, but they're lanky. his fingers are slender and long, his finger tips are more pointy rather than rounded. his hands aren't very veiny but the tendons/bones in his hands and wrists are prominent. he keeps his nails short and clean. his hands are rly strong, too. his grip strength is crazy, but his hands are still nimble. he's the type of guy who can undo knots that are really stuck and fasten tiny buttons. they're really soft, not often clammy. nice and warm to hold.

i feel like he keeps a thin watch on his wrist. enjoys wearing pinky rings too.

[gyroist]

WHAT WE HAVE IS NOT LOVE.  — Diego Brando.

— Diego will spend too much of his time thinking about you, dreaming of you and how it’d feel like to be kissed by you. but he’d still swear up and down that what he feels is not love.

↺ feat. Diego Brando x gn!reader ↺ cw/tws. sfw; fluff — diego pinning after reader, diego being stupid 😭 ↺ word count. 1.4k ↺ note. happy saturday!! i gave diego a plush because i kept seeing fanart of him with one and 😓… i enjoyed it too much so i just made up lore for it :). anyways, just a cute little fic of diego crushing <3

masterlist

Diego Brando's a genius in the jockey world. there isn’t a man in the profession who doesn’t know who ‘Dio’ is. he's known even outside of the horse riding circle. if you hadn't heard of him, you just lived under a rock.

point being, Diegos a man who’s larger than life. he strives for perfection and nothing less. he is a man of his word, when he wants something he takes it. even if it means fighting tooth and nail for it. diego’s utter perfection; from his looks and charm down to his intelligence.

Diego Brando is perfect. he always has been, always will be.

so how did someone like Diego find himself in this sort of situation? sitting on a tree stump beside the fire, mulling over some random country-bumpkin he had only recently met a few weeks prior.

yes, unfortunately, Diego had found himself infatuated with someone…someone that was on another level from he was, below him that is.

“are you gonna quit poutin’ and come help me?” you huff, setting up the makeshift tent behind your ‘riding partner’. you had only met Diego a few weeks ago and became reluctant companions for the rest of the race. it was a “you help me, I help you” sort of deal.

“help you? hm, I don't know… you seem fine on your own. I think you can manage just fine.” Diego hums with disinterest, poking at the fire with a stray stick he found laying around.

he hears you groan but chooses to ignore you. Diego couldn’t exactly be bothered to care in this current moment, he couldn’t bring himself to face you. right now, you were his biggest obstacle. it had only been a few weeks but Diego couldn't seem to get you off his mind. ‘christ Brando get it together. how could you let yourself get so infatuated with someone in such a short amount of time??’

it was the loneliness the race brings, it had to have been. yeah, Diego just wanted a quick fuck, that’s all. though, it still made him sick to his stomach knowing deep down there was so much more than that.

you sat down next to Diego on the ground with a loud sigh. he turned over to you with a scowl and you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the neatly made tent hidden in the shade by the rocks.

“you’re welcome!” you sarcastically say, with a smile of course. that damn smile.

Diego peers over and takes a good look at how you pitched the tent. he notices how you took the time to neatly lay out the bedrolls, even including that small ratty plush toy from his childhood that he carried around with him on occasion. he glares at it slightly. it was something that he hid from the public, he only used it to sleep whenever thoughts about his mom crept up.

but you knew about it.

you were there when one of his nightmares got to him bad and the only real comfort he had was that stupid stupid dinosaur toy his mom had found covered in the dirt one day. it was damaged and missing several limbs but she somehow fixed it. that stupid toy was the last gift (and only gift) ever given to him by his mom, something that he'd sworn to keep with him forever. a dinosaur, huh? ironic. did she know that he’d become one?

“hmph. it’s decent enough.”

“you’re too picky, Diego. least you could say was ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal person!” you whined in annoyance, you expected as much. after being around Diego constantly for a while, you knew his words just meant ‘you did good, thanks’

Diego knew that you knew. and apart of him hated it; hated the fact that you had come to know him so well. how dare you. Diego could feel himself reluctantly becoming closer with you, something that he hates and secretly likes all at the same time.

“anyways, once you’re done having your little pity party over here, come join me in the tent. it’s getting late y’know, wouldn’t want our princess to lose out on beauty sleep.” you tease, poking a quick jab at Diego's side, only making him glare in response.

but that was his first mistake, looking at you. it was for a second, a fucking second! and it’s already getting his thoughts racing.

he’ll admit (through gritted teeth) that you were cute. attractive, sure whatever. you had this charm to you, one completely different from his own. it made you likable. it only took one glance for Diego to know that back home you must’ve had a lot of friends. maybe even had many people crushing on you as well.

maybe that was it. it was just your charm. but that would mean Diego had fallen for it, and he refuses to say anything of the sort. it should be the other way around! (the thought that he’d rather have you into him more is something Diego would rather not delve into either).

‘Jesus Brando, get it to-fucking-gether. just what is your problem?? you only met them a few weeks ago. you’re better than this, overcome this.’

Diego looked over at you, lying peacefully in the tent on your sleeping bag. absentmindedly playing with the limbs of Diego's toy. normally, he’d chew you out about it. (maybe literally). but for some reason, he felt no real urge to fight or argue with you about it.

what did that mean exactly? that’s something Diego would rather not think too deeply about.

Diego lets out a loud groan, his hands finding their way to his hair and tugging at his blonde locks. he’s driving himself crazy. just how could someone like you get him to act so.. juvenile.

eventually, he pulls himself out of his head and crawls over to where you lay. he doesn’t utter a word to you, not having the energy to muster up anything worth saying. instead, he simply faces away from you and grumbles something under his breath.

to you, it just seems like he’s in a sour mood. (typical). for him? he was in a sour mood; because of you.

“dieeegoooooo~” you chime, poking lightly at his back. you should’ve known better than to bother him but you couldn’t exactly help yourself.

“what.” Diego spits back, still refusing to look at you.

“hmm… your tail.” trying to hold back a laugh as you gently stroke the tail that has flopped itself onto you. subconsciously, most likely. you noticed Diego flinch at the sudden touch, yet he made no effort to stop you. “your tails out.”

“got a problem with it?” Diego finally shifts to face you, mostly to get the damn thing off of you.

“hmm…. nope! I think it's cute”

whatever god is out there, is doing this just to torment him, huh? is this his punishment for his misdeeds? is this what he gets????

“it's a tail, what’s so cute about it? you could find a any old lizard under a rock with the same kind.” Diego tries to keep up his bitter front. but the slight red to his cheeks give him away pretty easily, and it’s too hard to give up it up just yet.

“yeah but, not every lizard has its name decorated on its tail y’know?” you sigh happily, facing to look up at the tent's “ceiling”. you could feel Diego staring (or maybe glaring) right at you, but you paid no mind. you knew Diego didn’t hold any real malice towards you; it was all playful. maybe.

“it reminds me of a kid who has their mom write his name on his underwear,” you mutter silently to yourself, but Diego hears. and he isn't too happy about it either. he lightly smacks your chest which makes you sit up and apologize profusely.

Diego takes a good look at you, despite trying to be sincere you still held up that bright smile of yours. the very same smile Diego had come to both love and hate, mostly hate. as much as he didn’t want to, he admired you for a second.

you were… pretty. yeah, that’s the word. even while having dried blood on your clothes from the previous fight that day or the dirt stains on your pants from sitting on your knees too much, or the scars that littered your arms and parts of your face from all the battles of the week thanks to the saint corpse, you were still pretty. too pretty.

Diego knows better, he really does. in the back of his mind, he knows what it means when his heart begins to race when looking at you. or when his hands become so clammy when you're near. he knows what this feeling is.

but despite everything, he’ll continue to tell himself that it isn’t love.

©GYROIST