💗 Hi hi!! I love your writing so much i just had to make a request (if u can ofc!)💗
It's quite simple actually. I'd like to request the ❤️🔥 main jojo villains + diego with s/o with a pretty smile!!❤️🔥
I just like watching people with really pretty smiles. Yk maybe the have cute little dimples or nice lips and when they smile it reaches their eyes and ughh, my heart skips a beat!! (Idk if you can relate) maybe the villains having that same sentiment with their s/o! 💗Thank you 💗
Jjba villians x Reader with a cute smile💗
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summary -> oneshots/drabbles with each main jojos villain and how they react to a reader with a cute smile!
characters -> dio (pb), kars, dio (sdc), yoshikage kira, diavolo, enrico pucci, funny valentine, diego brando.
rating -> SFW.
notes -> ahh i’m so glad someone agrees about finding smiles cute! i also love writing for these baddies i need to do them more😨 tysm!!!
wc -> 1.2k.
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Dio (Phantom Blood):
˙⋆✮ dio never planned to cherish anything. he tells himself he despises weakness.
yet when you smile at him with them faint dimples, warm lips and eyes glowing with something dangerously sincere, his breath stills. his response is always the same, cupping your chin as if you might disappear.
it reminds him of something dangerously human; what it felt like to be seen rather than feared.
“don’t look at me like that,” he always murmurs, his rough thumb brushing your lip.
you still smile anyway.
and for just a moment, dio lets the mask slip. and in that moment, he almost believes the world could have been different, if he had met you first.
and for the first time, he wants something that isn’t stolen or conquered. he wants you, willingly, smiling at him like he’s already enough.
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Kars:
˙⋆✮ kars has seen beauty fade across millennia. but your smile is different.
your face blooms every time you meet his gaze, his appearance reaching your eyes like sunlight breaking through stone. whenever you laugh softly your dimples appear, and he can’t help himself when he touches your face reverently.
“why do you smile so easily?” he asks.
“because i’m alive,” you always answer the same basic, but true reply.
for an ultimate being who has lived too long, your smile becomes something precious. a fleeting, fragile thing he wishes he could protect rather than transcend.
you constantly look at the stars with wonder, not envy. kars notices how your smile curves gently, lips soft, eyes reflecting eternity. sometimes he wishes he could see the world in the same rose-coloured glasses that you do.
“so fragile,” he whispers towards you, causing you to lean into his palm.
and the ultimate being falls in love with something fleeting, because your smile makes eternity feel lonely without you.
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Dio (Stardust Crusaders):
˙⋆✮ you are unafraid of him, and that alone is strange.
when you smile in that slow, sincere, dimples barely visible way, dio feels time hesitate.
your eyes don’t worship him, they understand him.
“careful,” he warns. “that expression could make a god like me hesitate.”
but gods, you’ve learned, are still vulnerable to warmth.
time always obeys him, except when you smile.
your lips curve slowly, knowingly, eyes warm with affection instead of fear. he can’t help but lean closer, his breath brushing your ear.
“you make me forget myself,” he admits.
but lord when you kiss him?? smiling against his mouth.. thats when time stops.
and dio realises, that this is the only moment he never wants to end.
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Yoshikage Kira:
˙⋆✮ your smile for him is quiet, polite, domestic. exactly the kind that belongs in a peaceful life. one that belongs to quiet mornings.
ever since he saw you come into his place of work one day kira found himself looking out for it, the way your lips soften, how your eyes crinkle just slightly.
and for once, he wants something beyond ordinary. and that terrifies him more than any stand battle ever could. it unsettles him how much comfort your smile brings.
when he finally gets you, all he can say is “this,” he says calmly, “is all i’ve ever wanted.”
he watches how your soft lips wrap around a teacup, dimples showing when you greet him, eyes crinkling with domestic warmth. kira adjusts your hand in his, fitting perfectly.
when you smile up at him, he kisses you gently. he’s just a peaceful man in love, desperate to keep his secret happiness safe.
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Diavolo:
˙⋆✮ you smile at him when you shouldn’t. you smile at him as if you know every version of him.
when danger looms, his voice sharpens. your lips curve tenderly, eyes steady and unafraid. diavolo always turns to you for help by gripping your wrist. whilst he’s conflicted on whether to harm such a pretty face, he pulls you closer instead.
it reminds him of a feeling he buried long ago, a time before fear ruled every thought.
“why don’t you fear me?”
you only smile wider, “cause i love you.”
that smile becomes his anchor, the one thing he refuses to erase, even if it costs him the future.
although he never admits it. but your smile becomes his weakness, the one future he can’t erase.
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Enrico Pucci:
˙⋆✮ you smile as if fate is kind, so much that it feels like grace.
when you look at him, lips soft, eyes full of devotion- pucci presses his forehead to yours, practically trembling.
he watches the way it reaches your eyes, as if you’ve already accepted whatever heaven has planned.
“it’s beautiful,” he murmurs, unsure whether he means your smile or your faith. “if heaven exists,” he whispers, “it must look like this.”
you smile as he kisses you, slow and reverent.
and for once, pucci wants a future shaped not by fate, but by love.
for the first time, pucci wonders, if heaven could look like you, would it truly need to be forced upon the world?
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Funny Valentine:
˙⋆✮ your smile is patriotic in its own quiet way. hopeful, earnest, unwavering, and carrying peace.
dimples appear when you trust in him, eyes shining with bright belief. val always has to stop himself from cupping your face during meetings, but best believe the second no one’s looking his thumb is brushing against your cheek.
he sees in you the pure and unbroken version of america that he claims to fight for. and for once, his ambition wavers.
because protecting you feels more important than winning.
“for you,” he says softly, “i would build a perfect world.”
you don’t really understand how he’d do that, but you softly smile and kiss him anyway, loving the man beneath the ambition, even when the dream is dangerous.
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Diego Brando:
˙⋆✮ diego puts his horse racing before anything else, no bribe big or small could stop him from putting his all in. every. single. time.
in the past he’s received offers such as drugs from europe, more money then he’d ever seen before, and even his dream renovated stables (although he did hesitate on declining that one), just to allow a rival to win.
that was until you, the first female jockey to race him, turned to his side through the starting gate.
“do us a favour and let a girl win for once, hm?”
he snorted in reply, but when he saw that pearly grin peak through the bars with a subtle hint of bad decisions? yea he was fucked.
of course he let you win, despite the shouts of horror from the audience when he saw diego yanked back on his reigns just before the finish line.
“just this once.” he grumbled to you after the race was over.
but another sight of them perfectly placed dimples? you both knew he was lying.
synopsis: jealous yearner diego but he tries to not make it obvious until he breaks.
warnings: a hint of angst if you squint. british cursing once. diego character manga spoilers. this is my first finished work after like 2-3 years be gentle w me
when diego brando keeps something around him, he considers it efficient and convenient. whether it’s a political connection, a trinket being sold in random markets, even his rations for a certain duration during his races are always optimally calculated—practical yet effective.
that’s how diego convinced himself whenever you appeared in either his mind or line of sight. he never cared for how your gaze lingered on his silhouette for a second too long when he bid farewell, when your smiles directed at him felt like it never belonged to anyone but him.
when he feels a bit more vulnerable—a less than rare occurrence for the british jockey at nighttime, dare i say—he says it’s because you stayed that he simply reciprocates the intent. because you’ve known each other since he was nothing but a discarded child after his mother’s death; a pitiful nobody that the harshness of the world turned a blind eye to. uttered repeatedly in his mind that it’s merely an obligation of sorts, that he feels indebted that you didn't belong to the said harsh world.
though he’s also aware that he’s free from any kind of debt towards you. in addition to the rise of his standing in the world of horseracing, his youthly attractive visage makes the ladies feel like they’ll strike a work of art. countless noblewomen ranging from old widows to naively innocent maidens started chasing him for marriage and more fame. thus, he had the funds to provide you a decently stable life. always hiding envelopes with a stack of bills hidden under your large saucer on the small, round dining table whenever he visits your humble home for his favorite blend of tea; he claims it’s because no one was ever to successfully replicate his tea blending preferences.
he never noticed why it bothered him, or perhaps he just shoved that fact away to prevent himself from discovering the truest depths of his decisions that involved you.
“diego?” he didn’t flinch, but cursed himself internally for letting you witness how he zoned out over you. you’ll never know, but he still somehow felt exposed.
your hand reached out, for whatever reason, and felt magnetized towards it with his own.
“your canteen?”
he reached out with his left one that held the said object.
looking away, he cleared his throat to gain even a little composure, not that you recognize his mental crisis. “why are you here?”
“i’ve been here since your first loop,” you refilled his tiny jug. “i’m guessing you’ll proceed until before dusk?”
“why do you presume like you know everything i do?” he griped plainly, tugging at the collar of his usual turquoise turtleneck as if to let out the heat that clung onto his body; he wasn’t certain if the heat was from the blazing sunlight or your response.
you looked up at him from silver bullet’s horseback and smiled. “do i not?” you offered his round canteen. “i’ve always been here in this field during your equitations.”
he scoffed like the prideful man he is, refusing to acknowledge a fact. “no one told you to accompany me.”
“you never complained.”
“you’re convenient,” diego halted, his one hand on silver bullet’s reins ready to take off once again. “unsolicited, but convenient.”
you merely smiled at his baseless harsh description. you always do. not because you’d take every insult as if it wouldn’t scar, but because you’ve been with him long enough to know he wouldn’t even dare think of harming you.
“do you have plans after?” feigning curiosity, you tilted your head. you always knew his answer.
“no,” diego immediately answered, yet you know what’s about to follow. “but i have no plans of doing such trivial matters today as well.”
it was always a quick shutdown from him whenever you ask that question. you simply nodded. same time, same situation, same answer, same conclusion. you knew that there’s no bite to it, anyway. you always know there never was.
“i see,” you replied. “no problem.”
but for once, diego faltered. a shift of his gaze to his slight left, then you again. “is something perhaps bothering you?”
you blinked, a little bewildered at his sudden query. “no?”
“you need assistance with anything?”
it finally elicited a small chuckle from you. “not at all. i just wanted to ask if you’d like to eat with me for dinner.”
he raised a brow. “an initiative?”
“a courtesy.”
“courtesies are way past us at this point now, don’t you think so?” he exhaled huffily. “fine. i suppose indulging you in your wishes for once would be harmless.”
but once became occasionally, then sometimes, then regularly. diego started taking initiative in his own detached, restrained way whenever you wouldn’t ask after you refill his water at the same field. he wasn’t aware that whenever you won’t ask, it means your night was already meant for a scheduled occupation. you never dared to refuse him the first time he asked, though. you knew it took him a lot of mental courage and internal back-and-forth to even ask that, considering his avoidant gaze partnered along with muttered lines of “my presence” and “insufferable and boring”.
what diego never realized is that there’s one more characteristic to those he keeps around: consistent. it was thursday again when got into the horse tracks with his horse companion. he’d normally tend to silver bullet, then you’d arrive on time just before he takes off galloping with his horse on the field.
he turned to his side, expecting you to be there, but all his sight took was your absence of a supposedly present lady, accompanied with an unusual presence of a paper under a water bucket to prevent it from being one with the wind.
‘i will not be arriving until after lunch. i will be bringing a peace offering instead to make up for my absence.’
diego stared hard at the note, pinching the thin piece of paper between his thumb and mid-section of index finger like it’ll crack, then discards it, eyes lingering before it focused back on silver bullet while being void of emotion. it didn’t matter, he can refill his canteen himself, comb silver bullet’s mane after doing a great job of keeping up with him, readjust his reins—
“someone certainly looks like a soaked puppy on a stormy day.”
and for the first time with you as the witness, diego flinched at the sound of your voice. his eyes narrowed in scrutiny and hidden relief. “...you.”
“i said i would be back at noon, not after ten months,” you mused. “you’ve been this grumpy all morning? i hope silver didn’t have to personally deal with the aftermath.”
“who said i was grumpy?”
you finally smiled. diego breathed. “me.”
“hmph. presumptuous.”
“i just observed.”
he snorted. “what business did you have to neglect my horse?"
his question had you tilting your head in amusement. it’s as if his horse’s liking for praises became your partial responsibility, but you didn’t take offense. “you mean ‘neglect you’.”
“i have no need for such care,” he glanced at her blankly. “nevermind. you had no duty to be present every time.”
“don’t sulk. someone required my attention.”
his gloved hands stopped combing silver bullet’s mane for a short moment; however, it was long enough for you to notice. “your neighbor asking for help again?”
“...a merchant,” you answered with a bite of your lip, hesitance echoing through your lackluster posture. “asking for my hand. it was too sudden, so i tried rejecting his humble advances, but he was persistent—”
“and you felt the urge to explain so suddenly?” he barely glanced at you, yet his voice’s modulation said it all. you never expected him to be curious about you, but never did you expect him as well to express such disinterest to the point of dismissive yet grating rejection.
“diego,” your tone took a dispirited turn, volume low as if to tread lightly. “are you upset?”
“i’m uninterested,” he finally turned to you with a passing cold glare above his shoulder. “don’t invite me for anything tonight; i’m not interested in doing any pleasantries to faff about with you.”
“what is wrong with you?” you glared back, but fiercer. “is it necessary for you to be a ruthless jerk every time?”
“‘jerk’? ‘ruthless’?” he scoffed. “you speak as if we just met. and i spoke nothing but my true feelings.”
“feelings?” your face twisted into one of mocking. “you speak of feelings as if you ever showed any.”
before you know it, his words became aboundingly cruel in his own way through detachment; something that’d hurt only to you. “and you speak like you know me. did years of being acquainted with you gain you this much arrogance?”
that silenced you. but the silence was sharp, grinding—enough to express what you both won’t dare to vocalize.
“you’re infuriating,” you hissed in a gravelly voice. “i can’t believe this—” a scoff followed with a short howl of laughter. “did i not mean anything more than an ‘acquaintance’ to you all these years, you bastard!?”
the blonde jockey refused to speak more. to him, he thought he already did more than enough to regret the damage that would set you off and potentially cut you off from his life as well. but to you, it was a nonverbal admittance.
with a quick and loud exhale, you stormed off from the area. your heavy steps carrying the weight of the argument and the burden of emotions that diego refused to share with you.
however, he remained unmoving beside his horse. despite silver bullet’s company—whom has been his companion ever since—the absence of one more presence that he’s always been looking forward to made him feel empty and lonely.
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alas, no prideful man would still be immune to his innermost battles at the end of the day. every man needs that push to snap, voluntarily or not.
and for the great jockey, it was seeing a man—who’s not him—making you laugh. and it was also right right after your argument, where diego absent-mindedly lingered around the town’s side where you live in with his horse in tow at dusk.
not that he’s such a joker and flatterer to you himself. he has made several women laugh for the sake of having them fall into his trap. he didn’t need to do that with you; he’s more than just a flirt when it’s you.
he observed the man’s mannerisms with composure, yet his thoughts flowed like a chaotic mess where dinosaurs were trampling all over the forest.
the man’s gestures alone says a lot about his standing. stiff yet elegant posture, slightly lidded eyes and up-tilted chin that makes him look down at wherever he looks at, fingers moving gracefully whenever his hands move—he’s not just your normal merchant. it makes diego look at him with scrutiny from caution. why would an elite nobleman want to mingle with a simple maiden living in the rural sides? was he simply captivated by your beauty and charms? diego couldn’t blame the merchant if that’s the case. however, what if ulterior motives are secretly involved? how did you even meet this man?
however, it isn’t the man’s wealth that made him feel threatened. he has the wealth to support your living for a lifetime, after all. but the gentleman was undeniably attractive, charismatic, and… a gentleman. diego could be a gentleman whenever he tries, but you know who and how he is already.
“so,” the man hummed, its vibrations sending diego’s jumbled mind into alarm after his next words. “what do you say… we have dinner tonight?”
and it jolted his upper body, flinching too hard it earned him a little whine from silver bullet.
“i have scouted the nearby city for any diner that would hopefully align to your preferences, and there—”
“i apologize, gentleman, but this fair lady has a scheduled rendezvous with me tonight,” diego hoisted himself down from the saddle of his arabian-thoroughbred, dusting off his gloved hands with each other while sauntering with his chin held high towards the duo. “i’m afraid she will not be able to keep you company for the rest of the day.”
brows furrowed, the nobleman snorted in disbelief after recognition. “diego brando? this lady—are you telling me you’re entertaining me while having an affair with this widow!?”
your jaw dropped, ready to retaliate. “that’s not—”
“mind your words when talking about her,” that earned the businessman a glare from the jockey, silent but enough to warn him thoroughly. “she is not obligated to settle with one man when there’s no commitment. after all, she’s an exceptional, respectable woman who makes even the bastards chase her around with her beauty and nobility. secondly, i believe ‘having an affair’ is no longer a valid argument against a widow. i suggest you choose your words correctly before flaunting around mindlessly.”
the man, unable to find a counter-argument, could only scoff and leave the two with grumbles and heavy stomps, as if breaking character.
your head turn was sharp like your glare as you looked at the blonde. “diego, what in the hell was that?”
“i saved you,” i feigned a proud huff, inwardly panicking. “i could tell that bloke was an annoying, narcissistic one. better to keep you out from them.”
“what?” you sneered. “do you know what you’re saying!? the man was nice—”
“exactly,” his eyes narrowed. “he was nice. too nice for a high-caliber merchant to hang around towns destitute of excessive wealth. never even thought about how dodgy it is?”
“not everyone is like you, diego,” you hissed but a little softer. “not everyone would be nice for the sake of end-term benefits—”
“you don’t benefit me.”
his words stung, but confusion won over your mind. “excuse me?”
“you don’t benefit me. not anymore. but i stayed,” he continued. “i don’t have any favors to owe you now. definitely not as nice as that bastard, but i was always there.”
you squinted. “what are you getting at?”
“do you need me to be nice to you? is that what would take you to not look at any man other than me?”
“i don’t need you to change, diego! that’s not the point!”
“bloody hell, woman!” he snapped. “how are you so dense to not see how much i pine for you!?”
a stunned silence fell over.
“i don’t do confessions,” he said. “but i’m not also a coward. they’re too flashy, pretentious—i only did that once to charm the old woman i intended to marry for convenience. you’re not on her level. i treasure you. not for wealth, but because it’s you who never judged me at my worst.
“so if you will,” one step closer. “don’t just look at me, see me.”
you finally let out the breath you’ve subconsciously held. “diego, i always do. you don’t need to ask.”
“then what was that?”
“he was nothing but a gentleman,” you shook your head before chuckling. “you fool. i was always yours, whether you knew it or not. i just never wanted to potentially ruin what we have.”
it was his breath’s turn to halt. “...you’re naive.”
“stop it with the insults now.”
“but you are,” he insisted smoothly. “yet… your naivety was one of the traits that made me stay. i don’t want it to fade, i wish to protect it instead. you remained so lovely, so good-hearted despite what the world threw against us. before i knew it, you became the constant in my life that held no advantage but i valued the most. the one i only ever cared for after my mother—you who held the same warmth and affection as her.”
his hand silently asked for permission to hold yours as he held it out, but not before stripping away his glove. once you reached out, his rough-edged fingers honed by callouses gently lingered your smooth and soft fingertips. it was clear that he had forbidden you to do any vigorous work.
he held eye contact with enough firmness that still hinted at his sentiment. “i ask of you. have me.”
you breathed out a laugh. “again, you don’t need to ask.”
“i’ll ask again and again if necessary,” he muttered against your wrist as he cupped his face with your hand that he held so dearly.
“and i’ll be giving the same answer again and again.”
for once, diego smiled. genuine and amused. “which is?”
you returned his smile with one of your own: content and affectionate.
