#jojo diego x reader

[cinnbar-bun]

Pony (Various SBR x Reader)

Characters: Diego Brando, Johnny Joestar, Mountain Tim, Gyro Zeppeli (separate)

Prompt: "My saddle's waitin' / Come and jump on it."

Summary: How ya'll get down and dirty together with your fave cowboys.

Rating: NSFW THERE IS NOTHING BUT SMUT HERE

Notes: Reader is GN!, no body parts mentioned for reader, implied to be during the SBR, no spoilers for Part 7, just pure smut hcs.

Word Count: ~2.3k

You can read on my AO3 here!

Taglist (if you'd like to be added, please fill out the form in my pinned): @bruabbina @adeadcreator

Diego Brando 

The type to suggest a casual arrangement before he gets seriously involved with you. He says it’s just to relieve some stress during the race but before you know it, he wants you closer. 

Tries to present himself as a dominating and forceful top, and that’s probably how many of your sessions will go at first. He refuses to give up power easily and especially not in a presumed ‘casual’ mutually beneficial arrangement. 

In reality he can be quite the switch, something that will be explored the more you two get intimate. He relishes power struggles, and will goad you into trying to dominate him further or putting you deeper in your place. 

A talker, Diego will almost never shut up. Whether it’s praising how your body squeezes him, degrading you smugly, coaxing you to ‘tame’ him, or begging for some pleasure- his mouth will be running. 

He makes such beautiful noises <3 

Prefers to have sex in more secluded areas, preferably your tents late at night. But if pushed to it, he will not be opposed to just taking you in an alley or in the woods out in the open. 

“Since you acted so wanton earlier, it shouldn’t be an issue for you, should it? Now stop whining.” 

He loves when suck him off while he’s sitting or standing. It makes him feel like a king. He’ll give you plenty of praise or condescending compliments while you do so. 

His fingers are amazing. Calloused from holding the reins for so many years, but experienced at the best ways to give you pleasure. 

Diego tends to admit his true feelings or get more possessive during sex. A lot of “mine” or “for me” and “I love you’s” are thrown out while he’s going at it (or you’re going at him). 

Occasionally cannot hold back how feral he feels because of Scary Monsters. He will be rutting and grinding into you and telling you he needs you now. 

Probably one of the few occasions he will not be talking beyond mindless grunts, groans, and growls. 

Does like roleplay, not really anything elaborate (especially not during the race when time is limited), but he does like indulging in specific ‘roles’ for you both. He tends to like being called ‘master’ or ‘sir’ or even ‘my lord’. Don’t worry, he’s happy to do the same for you if you want it (sigh can you imagine him calling you master/mistress I’m-). 

Has no preference for where he finishes, because he truthfully wants to cover himself all over you, whether you swallow, giving you a facial, or inside- he’s raring to go again to finish on a different spot and exert his place with you. 

If under the influence of Scary Monsters, though, he will tend to want to finish inside you. 

His aftercare is pretty crappy at first, especially when it’s meant to be ‘casual’, because he thinks he’s such hot shit that you should be grateful you even got to sleep with him. But as he gets closer to you, he will either grumble and tell you you’re so dirty while cleaning you, or just silently help you then hold you close. 

He can be very clingy after sex, making him hold you close and bury his face into your shoulder/chest so he can inhale your scent and regain himself.

Johnny Joestar 

Type to get caught trying to ‘relieve’ himself and weakly ask for your help. And really, how could you resist that flustered face?

Johnny isn’t inexperienced, absolutely not, but he hasn’t slept with another since his time as a pompous jockey who had people throwing themselves onto him left and right. The guilt and his injury left him rather rusty and self-conscious about his performance. 

You’re gonna have to do a lot of the heavy lifting with him, but Johnny proves himself to be an eager lover. 

Lots of foreplay between the two of you, with Johnny having a preference for face-sitting. He also will incorporate some of the Spin with you to act as a ‘vibrator’ of sorts to pleasure you more. 

Self-conscious at first but slowly grows more comfortable and confident as you two continue together, making him relax. While at first he tries to stay silent or apologizes/mumbles under his breath a lot, he’ll slowly begin to crack some jokes and be more vocal. 

This is when you’ll see Johnny shine more. He’ll offer more creative suggestions and kinks for the both of you to try out. He’s wonderful at adapting on the fly if he finds you enjoying/disliking something. 

Besides his stated fetish for bug bites (which will seriously get him going if he sees you with some), he just really loves your ass. He straight up cannot get enough of it, and will be grabbing and holding it whenever he can. 

Continuing with that logic, he loves reverse cowgirl because he loves seeing your ass bounce against him. 

Johnny’s dirty talk tends to consist of him throwing expletives and saying what he feels. He’s not too good with roleplay because after a while the pleasure crashes his brain and he just starts talking mindlessly. 

“Ah, shit, you feel so good… fuck, keep going.” 

He can be a teasing bastard when he really feels like it. Often, he’ll employ the Spin on you, then pull it away just before you finish. He can get pretty cheeky, but that’s just how you know how comfortable he is with you. 

His neck and collarbone are some of his more sensitive spots, and if you focus your attention there, he loses his mind. Leave him some hickeys and tug on his hair, and he’s positively gone. He will complain about the marks later, but secretly admire them and be happy he’s got them from you. 

He likes finishing on your ass. Second favorite thing would be to have you swallow, but he finds it pretty attractive if some of it spills out of your lips. 

His aftercare is good and he’ll do his best to care and comfort you. But majority of the time he’s just spent and exhausted and wants to snuggle with you. He gets rather soft and whispers a lot while you two bask in the afterglow. 

Mountain Tim 

The type of man to want to be romantically involved with you and take it slow, before he can’t contain himself and has to have you. 

Tim is a gentleman, he really is. For a bounty hunter, the man takes great care to try and woo you and behave properly around you. Because, truthfully, this man is a romantic deep down. 

He’ll never try and let his desires get the best of him for fear of taking advantage of you, so you’ll have to initiate. And the minute you initiate, he’s all for it and will jump at the opportunity. 

A giving lover- so giving that the both of you, on occasion, were spent with only the foreplay. 

He’s passionate. His actions can be overwhelming in the bedroom, but you can practically feel the love dripping out of him. He goes nuts for you. 

Obviously, bondage is most likely occurring. His stand gives him a multitude of ways to tie you up and tease you with his body. He will take advantage of his powers to bring you the utmost pleasure. 

However, his favorite kinks include cockwarming and overstimulation. He would love to be inside you forever if he could, and he often likes to tease you by having you sit on him for a while before he moves. 

As for overstimulation… he’s gonna make you cum over and over. He always praises you for finishing and will try to urge another orgasm out of you. He loves seeing your face and hearing your breathless moans and whimpers. 

“That’s it darling… that’s it. You’re doing so good for me… you can give me another one, can’t you? I know you can, darlin’. Just let me take care of you.”

Heavy on the praise. He’s never mean or degrading, because he loves you too damn much to do that. At worst he’d do some condescending praise, but majority of the time it is pure praise for how amazing you are and how good you feel. 

While he can lean into some sub/dom dynamics with you, often sex is just an outlet for the both of you to express your affection and love. 

He is often a service top for you, but leans more towards dom. That doesn’t mean he won’t sub for you, he absolutely will if you desire it. He’d love nothing more than to see you riding him. 

He prefers positions where he can see your face. Tim will coo for you to look into his eyes and shake his head when you try and cover your face or look away. He just loves seeing your facial expressions. 

Reverse cowgirl is a good treat once in a while for him, too. He loves being able to smack your ass and praise how you’re riding him. 

Likes to finish inside. He believes it’s more proof that the two of you are bound together. 

His aftercare is amazing. Probably the best guy around at it. Course, he’ll be a bit of a flirt and tease, but he always care for you just as any good cowboy should. 

Gyro Zeppeli 

Also the type to suggest a casual sexual relationship with you before he falls for you. 

If you were to look up “wild” in the dictionary, you’d find Gyro’s picture right next to it because this man is an absolute loose cannon in the bedroom. Or tent. Or woods. Or alley. Or body of water. Or wherever the hell you two decide to have sex. 

Gyro isn’t ashamed of his desires and will seek you out pretty often. 

He’s experimental in bed. He is experienced from his many sexual escapades back then, but since the race, he’s been steady with you and likes trying whatever new wacky whim crosses through his mind. 

His surgical and anatomical knowledge combined with his teasing nature makes him a menace. He knows almost every nerve and muscle on your body and how to manipulate it for your pleasure. Not to mention, his control over the Spin will have him working your body in overtime. 

Gyro likes to tease you during inopportune times by using the Spin on you to act as a vibrator and get you excited, but he’ll act like nothing is going on around the others and make you wait. He’ll eventually have the two of you secluded and “take care” of the problem he caused, all while having that shit-eating grin on his face as he tells you you’re getting too desperate. 

This man is getting goofy and silly with you during sex. Expect some bad puns or jokes while he’s ramming your insides. 

An unfair and rough lover who gets pleasure from hearing your voice. He will never want you to be quiet, and he makes it his mission to have you screaming by the end of it. He might chide you and call you out for being too loud, but honestly he doesn’t care if everyone else is hearing it. He just loves how your voice sounds. 

Roleplay is common between the two of you. Sometimes it’s ‘prisoner x jailer/executioner’, ‘surgeon x patient’, or ‘royal x dutiful, loyal executioner who is totally gonna be rewarded for being an awesome partner today in the race, right?’ 

Gyro surprisingly can stay in character and he will play his roles very well for you. He gets pretty into them when he wants to. 

Likes doggy style a lot. Whether for you or him, he just wants someone being on all fours and their ass being grabbed. 

Switch, leaning more towards top/dom. But he finds it hot if you take charge of him and put him in his place (and he’ll serve you like no other, baby). Will call you whatever you want him to call you, no questions asked. 

Occasionally drops some Italian in the middle of banging you. This was especially prevalent when he started falling for you and would loudly proclaim “ti amo” over and over without addressing it in English. 

Despite his playful attitude both in the bedroom and out, he can get pretty serious and emotional with you. Sometimes the rough horseplay just doesn’t cut it, and he’ll lay back and thrust slowly into you while gripping your hips to help you ride him. He’ll talk less in these moments and just enjoy hearing both of your gasps and quiet moans. 

Doesn’t have a specific preference on where to finish. He just does it wherever he feels. He commonly does it on your back or stomach, depending on the position. 

His aftercare is wonderful. Yeah, he can be a joker sometimes but the afterglow with you is nice and can get pretty romantic. He’ll glide his hands over you gently and trace over the marks he may have left on you or just to feel your skin underneath his fingers. He’ll clean you up and have you both rest. He did reveal he could relieve some of the soreness from your body with the Spin, so occasionally he’ll do it (admittedly, he does like seeing you limp or wobble after a tryst with him). 

It’s where Gyro will be at his most tender with you, where he will cradle you and look at you with eyes full of love and desire for you. He speaks quietly in these moments and likes to ramble about nothing with you. And when he pulls a small laugh out of you, he thinks he could just die on the spot and be content.

[pillow-anime-talk]

{♡} jojo’s bizarre adventure month.

Welcome evenryone to ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Month’! Throughout whole November, I will be posting one scenario about a character who is related to JJBA manga or anime. As always it will be; one character x reader, two characters x reader, and sometimes several characters x reader. Tags will be different, i.e.: comedy, angst, family!au, romance, school!au, sfw or nsfw… Also, most of the stories will be about a female or gender-neutral reader, because it’s more comfortable for me to write it this way.

This is not the first time I organizes such an action. I added a similar post during ‘Genshin Impact Month’, ‘I love girls Month’ or ‘Music & Vocaloids Month’!!

As mentioned above, the characters you see below are completely randomly selected by me; I simply chose about 31 characters that I like or who is most popular.

I love you all and hope you will like it!!

done | 01/11. first day at school with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

done | 02/11. milf with NARANCIA GHIRGA

done | 03/11. escape with JOLYNE CUJOH, ERMES COSTELLO and FOO FIGHTERS

done | 04/11. new gang member with GIORNO GIOVANNA and BRUNO BUCCIARATI

done | 05/11. training with LISA LISA

done | 06/11. friends with benefits with KOICHI HIROSE and YUKAKO YAMAGISHI

done | 07/11. pregnant with WEATHER REPORT

done | 08/11. divorce with JOTARO KUJO

done | 09/11. eternal enemies with FUNNY VALENTINE

10/11. double life with LEONE ABBACCHIO

11/11. party time with JOHNNY JOESTAR

12.11. reading dark romance with DIO BRANDO

13/11. fingering with ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

14/11. back massage with JOSEPH JOESTAR

15/11. stripclub with KARS, ESIDISI and WAMUU

16/11. missgendering with DRAGONA JOESTAR

17/11. his muse with ROHAN KISHIBE

18/11. helping you with GYRO ZEPPELI

19/11. jealous man with JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF and MUHAMMAD AVDOL

20/11. proposal with NARCISO ANASUI

21/11. pegging with DIEGO BRANDO

22/11. old photos with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

23/11. girl with a gun with GUIDO MISTA

24/11. horse riding with JONATHAN JOESTAR

25/11. mourning with NORAKI KAKYOIN

26/11. crying with ENRICO PUCCI

27/11. rainy night with JODIO JOESTAR

28/11. new girlfriend with CAESAR A. ZEPPELI and WILL A. ZEPPELI

29/11. model with YOSHIKAGE KIRA

30/11. comforting with VINEGAR DOPPIO and DIAVOLO

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[bebegi]

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel˚ ༘♡ ⋆

𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ♡

genre: random daily texts | modern au | reader x wamuu, rai mamezuku, diavolo & diego brando

warnings: none!!

notes: my throat has healed completely and i feel soooo much better !! hopefully the bebegi propaganda can go on undisrupted 💋‼️

notes: divider by roseraris ♡

© 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 ♡

[vixensmart]

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

[snzhrchy]

It’s been a hard day’s night…

how he spends his night with you! (almost) every jjba man x gn!reader

— and I’ve been working, like a dog…

sadly, he’s not the one to be at home early or on time; this man is usually overworking himself until he tires out. Of course, he feels terribly guilty for not being near you and not spending enough time with you and he knows that crawling into bed hours after you’ve fallen asleep is not the best way to make up for their absence but he can’t help himself! The sight of you peacefully sleeping on your shared bed makes his heart melt and he tries his hardest to resist the urge to get on the bed and pull you into their chest—he tries his hardest really but usually he ends up sleeping with your head on his chest…

JOTARO, BRUNO, gyro, diego, risotto, avdol, tiziano (?), rohan, giorno, fugo, PUCCI, whammu, straizo, caesar, abbacchio, ringo, jobin, diavolo

— i should be sleeping… like a log…!

He’s the kind to retire to bed wayy too early—usually shirking his responsibilities in the process just to get a momentary rest. And do not fret, he will obviously drag you into it—whether you’re working late or simply trying to do your nightly routine, he’s urging you from the sidelines to hurry up! He feels sos lonely without you! And, when you finally do succumb to his whines and join him in bed, he’s not letting you go! His muscular hand is wrapped around your waist and his head is on your chest, positioned in such a way so that he can hear your heartbeat—that’s his favourite way to rest! And, now that he’s got you, he’s not letting go, nuh uh!

DIO, josuke4, NARANCIA, melone, doppio, johnny, joseph SOUNDMAN, ghiacco (?), kars, esidisi

— but when i get home to you, i find the things that you do… and they make me feel alright…

He’s the one to be super cuddly and involved in your personal life. Usually after work, he runs straight home but occasionally takes a detour to buy you something nice. Once he arrives home, he’s not leaving your side at all! Hands around your waist, face resting on your shoulders and his lips trying their best to kiss every single inch of exposed skin—he just can’t leave you alone! After all, he spent the entirety of his day without you! So, expect him to be trailing behind you like a desperate puppy—whether that’s inside or outside the bedroom, he’s not leaving you alone…

JOSEPH, polnareff, melone, pesci, josuke4, okayasu, mista, narancia, speedwagon, steely dan, vanilla ice, kira (hear me out), doppio, SECCO

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

SBR (funny Valentine, Diego, Johnny) HC

Funny valentine:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I am your higher up.”

You smirked “good for you.”

Diego Brando:

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

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

“Y/n.”

Your eyes dart to his face, red and dripping sweat

“Scratch me up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny Joestar:

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

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

I have no more I got bored

[starzabi]

— hand headcanons !

just how their hands look and how good they are at using them … johnny, gyro && diego

nsfw warning … minors & ageless blogs dni

— johnny

his fingers and palms are of the same size but expect his hand to be rather rough due to the many years he’s spent on horseback and because of his stand. They’re probably covered with various fresh and healed scars as well.

but, since he’s spent many of his years with women, being promiscuous so he obviously knows how to use them.

he’s shy at first due to the lack of practice, he thinks he’s rusty but once he puts in a finger, followed by another and hears you moan out his name, he realises that he hasn’t lost his touch which makes him rather cocky—he tries to get you off on just his fingers and to his surprise, you actually do.

‘i still got it…’

— gyro

his fingers are very, very long and slender compared to his palm and my god, does he know how to take care of his hands. they’re incredibly soft, they feel so uncharacteristic—you couldn’t even believe that such pretty hands could belong to someone like gyro zeppeli.

and of course, given his past, he knows how to properly use them but unlike johnny, he isn’t the kind to make you cum from just that. instead, he teases you endlessly with his fingers and teases you even more when you begin to whine and beg for release.

oh and given his medical background, he’s so adept at using his fingers and pleasuring you perfectly since he’s so well versed in the human body <3 he’s such a perfect partner if it wasn’t for his dirty mouth and his constant teasing.

eventually, he does comply after listening to you beg for a release; but instead of using just his fingers, he ends up making you cum on his cock.

— diego

another pretty hand haver !! but unlike gyro, he has very roughed up hands as well and they seemed to have gotten much more hard since he gained his stand ability. though they retain some of their initial softness, you can’t deny that they haven’t gained a new texture that’s sort of similar to scales.

diego doesn’t prefer to use his hands, he’d rather have you coming on his dick but on days when you’re extra bratty, he might just use them but only to remind you of who’s in charge.

he’s absolutely filthy with his words when he’s using fingers—he’s filthy all the time but it somehow gets worse when he sees you be a moaning mess from just his three or four fingers.

it’s an ego booster too to him, to see you whining like this—he can’t help but smirk but he never makes you cum though when he uses his hands…

[jojo-lane]

It's okay, guys! He finally found his coffee!! 😭😭😭

[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?"

[kitchenscissorbangs]

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

[thornybubbles]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How dare you make him feel like this…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sealed your fate with that little stunt. 

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

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

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

Was it even possible for humans to have yellow eyes? 

-----------------

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

“Hello, dearie.” 

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

“Diego!” you said with a start. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You drew your pistol and aimed it at his chest. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please don’t kill me…” you sobbed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diego pulled away, his face back to normal. 

“Well, that’s a start.” he quipped. 

------

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

Pathetic.

Desperate. 

Filthy.

Annoying. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t cry, now. Let’s get you fed.” 

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

[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?

[dollface-yandere]

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

yandere! diego brando x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[snzhrchy]

close your eyes and i’ll kiss you

— first kiss with diego && johnny

my johnny brain rot is getting out of hand i cannot stop thinking about this beautiful blonde man and how i want to smother him with kisses and i guess, diego ‘s there too ://

— johnny

‘i’m going to do it,’ he announces with conviction in his voice, ‘i’m going to join the race.’

‘no you’re not, it’s dangerous—really dangerous, do you possibly think—?’

‘yes i can,’ he cuts you off.

‘johnny—‘

‘i know the dangers, [name], do you really think i would’ve blasted my savings on it if i knew i couldn’t make it?’

‘i… i don’t— i’m just worried for you, that’s it. what if you—‘

‘i didn’t ask you to worry for me,’ he says suddenly and then pauses, ‘why do you care again?’

‘what do you mean?’ you ask.

‘well— i’m no longer jo-kid or y’know the famous jockey, why do you stick around?’ he turns his gaze away from you, ‘i don’t have any fame, money or even the ability to walk.’

‘hey— hey don’t say that; you’re—‘

but he cuts you off again, ‘i didn’t ask you to cheer me up, i’m asking you why do you still stay? why don’t you leave like everyone else?’

however, you are at a loss for words—you don’t know how you could possibly convey your feelings towards him without making it incredibly awkward. in a haze, you suddenly find yourself near him, faces merely inches apart. you don’t even hesitate to put one of your hands on his cheek and pull him into you; your lips making instant contact with his.

you can tell by the way he reacts that he was expecting anything but this but eventually you can feel him ease into your touch and kiss you back with his fingers entangling in your locks.

‘that isn’t an appropriate answer to my question, though,’ he mumbles.

— diego

‘i don’t get it, i really don’t,’ mutters Diego to himself but he’s still loud enough for you to hear him.

‘whatever do you mean?’ you inquire in a daze as your hands lazily brush your horse’s hair.

‘of all the jockeys and trainers in the world, why do your parents insist on me teaching you?’

‘well that’s because you’re diego brando! the best of the best!’ you say.

‘you flatter me, [name],’ he pauses, ‘but do you really think i’m that stupid?’

your actions suddenly come to a halt, your left hand abandons the strand of hair it’s holding but the comb remains in your right, ‘huh?’

‘oh c’mon, i can tell that you’ve got some sort of affection for me,’ he walks over to you, abandoning all his actions, ‘it’s wrong to lust over a widowed man, y’know?’

you can practically feel your cheeks heat up with each word he says—how could you possibly forget that you were dealing with diego brando here?

‘that’s not why I— I didn’t hit on—‘ you try to protest.

but before you could deny any of his claims, one of his hands snakes to the back of your head, pulling you in close. it happens in an instant as he presses his lips against yours, they meet in a quick and hastened way. the feeling of his lips touching yours is incredibly fast and the touch leaves almost instantly—he doesn’t even allow you to savour the kiss.

while your lips still yearn for his, his hand hasn’t left the back of your head at all—in fact, you can feel his fingers entangling themselves deeper into your locks, the action sort of pulls you closer to him to the point where you can feel his heavy breath in your ear. if it’s even possible, it makes you blush harder.

‘how about we continue this elsewhere, hm?’

[retlasute]

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

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

☆ Chapter 1 - Knowing Me, Knowing You

☆ Chapter 2 - Mamma Mia

☆ Chapter 3 - The Way Old Friends Do

☆ Chapter 4 - Hasta Mañana

☆ Chapter 5 - One Man, One Woman

☆ Chapter 6 - The Best Is Yet To Come

☆ Chapter 7 - Luck Be A Lady

☆ Chapter 8 - Fools Rush In

☆ Chapter 9 - Somethin' Stupid

☆ Chapter 10 - A Friend Of Yours

☆ Chapter 11 - Here In The Real World

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

☆ Chapter 13 - Funny How Time Slips Away

☆ Chapter 14 - Can You Fool

☆ Chapter 15 - Southern Nights

☆ Chapter 16 - Right Back Where We Started From

☆ Chapter 17 - One Last Ride

☆ Chapter 18 - Life Has Just Begun

☆ Chapter 19 - Lead Me On

☆ Chapter 20 - You've Got A Friend

☆ Chapter 21 - What'll I Do