#dio brando x reader n/s/f/w

[dios-favourite-simp]

"aww" Dio purrs, laughing snarkily at your feeble attempts to ride him properly "the little whore can't even ride their master to save their life,"

He grabs your butt, holding you in place, and begins pounding his hips roughly, stealing your breath from your throat at the sudden white bolt of pleasure through your belly.

"or do you just prefer to be fucked senseless like the little toy you are?" he growls into your ear. His cock pounds sloppily in and out, your broken moans in tandem with the roll of his hips.

[with3r3dflow3r]

Caught in the act - Dio x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Thinking Dio, your master, is away, you're masturbating on his bed and rutting on his pillow. You quickly, however, find that's far from the truth.

Reader is afab.

1635 words of pure horniness

CW: Masturbation, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, biting & blood drinking- like come on, he is a VAMPIRE

Inspired by this GEM

https://arvandus.tumblr.com/post/652504841642475520/icarus-overhaul-x-freader

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞  

You shouldn't have been doing this.

You shouldn't have been doing this and you knew it.

Yet here you were, doing it.

"Dio... A-ah!"

You had absolutely no excuses but, even so, you were in Dio's chamber. Alone. Without permission. On his bed. Naked. Pleasuring yourself. Using his very own pillow to create the friction you so much desired between your legs.

Every part of your current actions were screaming "forbidden" but their scandalous nature only turned you on more.

More, you wanted more.

The vampire's natural scent permeated the entire room. Having your head pressed into his pillow- half to muffle your whines and half to smell him more, tricking yourself into thinking he was there- was intoxicating, to say the least.

You rubbed your crotch on the soft material and dragged your fingers in and out of your core with unparalleled vigor. Letting out moan after moan and sweating all over, you were getting close. You held your eyes closed, picturing your Lord was the one bringing you pleasure. His image in your mind was all it took to push you over the edge.

"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."

You collapsed on your stomach, trying to calm your staggered breathing.

You could imagine in graphic detail the consequences of getting caught but it didn't phase you in the slightest- and in a way that terrified you. It was almost like you wanted to get caught. Like you wanted your Lord to see you in such a state.

With that, you couldn't help yourself. You once again began to drag your clit against his pillow, further coating it in your juices. You arched your back in bliss, giving a show to a nonexistent audience.

Or so you thought.

"What do you think you're doing, darling?"

The whole world went still and your blood froze in your veins. You had no feeling of your lower body- apart from your ever-aching pussy. The very subject of your sexual fantasies, Dio, had caught you in the act. 

You had served him for long and were never one to disappoint. He had even gone as far as calling you his "favorite servant" on occasion- your heart fluttered at the memories. Perhaps, he'd kill you without humiliating you too much in return-

"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you something."

You gulped; your throat was dry.

"How... long have you been here?"

"Does it even matter? Answer me." 

Fair point.

"I... I'm sorry m-my Lord-"

"Look at me when you're speaking." His tone was as cold as it could be, demanding, but it was nothing less than the greatest melody you'd ever heard.

You meekly gazed at Dio from behind your shoulder. Though it remained unspoken, he found eroticism in your timidness; like an exquisite dish that was being handed to him with trembling hands.

"Please forgive me, Lord Dio. I know it's wrong but... but I couldn't control myself!!" You blabbered breathlessly, "So I'm b-begging you, don't ki-"

"Hmm," He hummed and you could have sworn he sounded bored, if not for the dangerous glint in his eye and his fang showing from his upward-curled lip. "Where are you manners, (y/n)? I don't remember telling you to stop."

"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.

"You're not one to leave a job unfinished, are you? So go on, come for me."

You couldn't believe your ears. Dio had just- he had just asked you to...

"But- but... Dio!" You protested, your cheeks flaring. He couldn't be serious, right? Right?

"This is an order." His tone was non-wavering, definite. 

Wrong.

You sighed, ready to submit to his desires. What Dio wanted, Dio would always get and you weren't one to defy him- not now, not ever. It was't like you didn't want to continue what he had interrupted, anyway. Shutting your eyes and sliding your hand between your legs, you tried to focus only on the sensations you blessed yourself with, ignoring the intimidating presence behind you.

It was silent, save for the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of your folds, your heavy breathing and the occasional whine. You were purposefully being more quiet than usual- than moments before- for reasons obvious enough.

"Naughty, aren't you, my (y/n)? Making a mess on my bed, on my pillow." 

'My (y/n).'

You jolted at his low voice- at his choice of words, his sudden possessiveness- and the feel of his lips on the back of your ear, suddenly feeling all the more aware of the juices running down your upper thighs. You hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He was so close, pressing his warm, bare chest on your also bare back as you were working yourself.

So close yet not close enough.

He started kissing the tender flesh of your neck and soon your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

"Mm good girl," He hummed and you could feel his member pressing harder on your ass. "Again."

"What?" you whipped your head back in shock, "But I just.. I'm still sensitive-!"

Dio ground his hips against you for an answer, leaving you no choice but to turn back to your abused clit.

This time he was kind enough to help you reach your peak. Snaking his hands under your shirt, teasing and squeezing your breasts for all they're worth while licking and sucking at the side of your neck, his assistance was much appreciated.

As you were reaching your peak, it hit you; after your every orgasm, Dio would aid you more and more.

With a particularly hard bite on your skin, you came undone- again- with a moan, your whole body shuddering.

"You know," Dio began, stroking the top of your head, "I had been waiting for this moment. I could have taken you whenever I pleased but it's more rewarding seeing you break. It took you long enough."

He... wanted to see you like this? Dio, who could and would have whoever he wanted, craved for you in particular? This revelation was flattering, to say the least.

"Me too!" You said with a little more enthusiasm than intended, feeling the embarrassment creep in at once. "I had been fantasizing about you touching me for so long, my Lord. So, if you please..." you turned around and looked up at him with those innocent eyes- as if you hadn't just now begged for absolute filth; god forbid! You, innocent?- and bit your lower lip.

Dio laughed and dug his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning all over the side of your face.

"Since you're asking so nicely, I might as well indulge you."

With a push to your chest, you found yourself laying back on the bed, cold silk sheets contrasting the warmth radiating off both your bodies.

His generosity, however, didn't come without a price.

The vampire dragged his fangs across your skin, making goosebumps rise on their way, as if to prepare you for what was to come, in case his hunger-filled gaze wasn't self-explanatory. Without warning, he let his teeth sink in your soft flesh. From there on, there was no return. He continued biting down on you; ravenously, voraciously, insatiably. He was considerate enough not to actually drink from you, only break your skin and lap up the emerging blood, making you jolt in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

 Completely helpless and feeling giddy, your ragged breathing was the only thing you could do, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 

 After what felt like forever, Dio's hand finally found its way between your legs, at last rewarding you for being so obedient, and your breath hitched in your throat; his fingers were considerably larger than yours, reaching places inside of you you couldn't even dream of doing yourself. It made you so much more impatient for what would likely come next.

 He set a pace that had you whimpering and shuddering with every one of his movements. He alternated from going agonizingly slow to ramming his digits in you, all while stimulating your (swollen) clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind and any composure you had maintained until then. It was a wonder you didn't rip the sheets with how you were clutching on them.

It had only been a few minutes and you were about to burst.

"Right there! A-ah, Dio, I'm going to-"

He pulled his hand away, right when you needed him the most.

You were about to complain when you realized. Your eyes blew wide in want as you watched him in a daze lowering his head towards-

"Ngh!" he dragged his warm tongue from your hole, all the way up to your clit, proceeding to suck on it and flick it mercilessly with his tongue; you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. You curled your fingers around his golden locks, tugging on them, leading him on.

Watching him focusing solely on your pleasure, having control yet serving you, was such an intimate sight. You finished in his mouth, writhing under him and heart swelling with contentment.

You closed your eyes, laying breathless on his bed. When you opened them again, he was still hovering over you, his lustful gaze ever-present.

You gave him a weak smile, your heart racing with both fear and anticipation.

"Am I going to die after all?"

His shoulders began shaking and soon, his deep laugh reverberated throughout the room. He gave your cheek a tender kiss, pulling down his pants. If these actions alone didn't make your heart skip a bit, his following words certainly did. Words that signalled the night was far from over.

"Only a little, my dear. Only a little more." [1]

   [1]Reference to "le petit mort", a French expression meaning "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death".

[icollectyoursins]

Dio x Fem!Reader Fingering At Dinner NSFW

Anon asked for "Spicy Dio Brando request please where he's fingering his easily flustered female s/o under the table during dinner w/ the Joestars and then leads to something more spicy 😳✨"

Just a heads up: this takes place during part 1, Phantom Blood.

Dio and you have been together for a while now, so naturally dinner with his family would be the next step, right? Well, low and behold, Dio has other plans. A little test of composure, shall we say?

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Teasing, exhibitionism, fingering, Dio being the coy ass we all simp for.

Word Count: 1457

Just a Little Distraction

     The sound of glasses clinking as well feint voices filled your ears as you look around the room, waiting for your meals to arrive. A slender finger brushes against your thigh, bringing your attention back to the table. Dio catches your gaze, smiling in a sadistically sweet way. He slides his finger down your thigh, slowly pressing his hand into it. You bat his hand away, crossing your legs while shooting him a death glare.

     “Is everything alright, Miss (Y/N)?” George Joestar’s smooth, deep voice brought your gaze towards the other side of the table. 

     “Yes, Mr. Joestar, everything’s fine!” You lied, intertwining your fingers with Dio’s. Hopefully, that will keep him entertained for now. He was insatiable, as always, but could it at least wait until after dinner?

     “So, Dio, how was your week away from home?” Jonathan chirped in, inquiring about his adoptive brother’s life. A silent prayer was made to keep him from saying something obscene in front of his family. 

     Dio had spent the past week away from home on what they had suspected was a trip for law school or something like that, but in actuality, he had spent most of his time with you in a dodgy hotel. Your nights together were... raunchy? Passionate? What was the word you were looking for-

     His hand escaped yours, latching onto your thigh again, making you choke on the water you were sipping. 

     Lewd. That’s the word he used. 

     Frustration started to bubble up inside you as you tried to pull him away to no avail. He was so much stronger than you. How many times had he picked you up off the ground or tossed you over his shoulder or thrown you onto the bed before making love to you? Honestly, you had lost count, but the point still stands: there was no way you were getting his hand off of you. You gave in, laying yours over his, linking your fingers again.

     The night started to pass with light conversation, mostly about what you did in your free time at home, if you were educated, etc. It was pleasant, actually and the nicest you had seen Dio since the first day at the hotel (he’d only helped you bring your bags in, but still). The hand started to drift slowly towards your inner thigh, then towards your nether regions. 

     This time you used two hands to stop him, keeping your fingers locked together with one and wrapping around his bicep with the other one. It probably just looked like two lovers huddling together, smiles still stretched across your faces. At least, you hoped that was what it looked like. 

     When it looked like Jonathan and George were busy in their own conversation Dio leaned into your face, placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.

     “You look so good tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine. “I can’t wait, my dear. I need you now.”

     The words were hissed, but the smile on his face was still there, deceptively sweet. You shot him another look, perplexed at his boldness. He chuckled, pecking your cheek again. He returned to the conversation, ignoring your worry. His movements were so slight, you wouldn’t have been able to notice them if you weren’t feeling his hand slowly raking up your dress. It slides back to its proper place on your thigh, warm and familiar. That son of a-

     Someone walks by and you quickly lean forward, hiding his hand from view. You pretended to be interested in the conversation, flicking your eyes to Dio who grinned back at you. His almost golden eyes sent sparks of excitement through your body. Were you actually going to let him do this? One of his fingers danced along the fabric keeping his finger away from your already sensitive folds, making you shiver.

     “Are you cold, (Y/N)?” Jonathan asked, distracting you.

     “It is a little chilly, but you’re fine, right?” Dio grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

     “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the concern, though.” You pressed yourself closer to him, hoping they would buy it. They all smiled and continued on talking about education, you think. You couldn’t really pay attention with the delicate circles being traced around your privates. Though, they weren’t really private anymore, were they? You felt the cloth being pushed aside slowly. He was right. You couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel either. 

     The anticipation was killing you. You had only actually been intimate with one another for a week, but he had some kind of spell over you. You were addicted. He could tell you to sit on his face right now and you would do it. His fingers spread your folds apart, not wasting any more time. One delicately traced over your clit once before getting braver, slowly stroking you up and down.

     You felt your face getting hotter, deciding to bury it in his arm a little more in an attempt to hide it. Dio let out a breath, trying not to laugh at your eagerness. A second digit was added to your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your nerves. He continued to torture you with a slow pace, never moving his finger from its place.

     It was easy to get used to, somehow, and you found yourself able to add to the conversation much to his dismay. Fine, he’d just have to make it harder for you to concentrate. He leaned forward onto the table, giving himself the right amount of leverage to slide one of his fingers inside your warmth, all the way up to-

     You let out a gasp, shocked at first, but you had to keep your composure. A quick glance around the table told you they didn’t notice, thank god.

     Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Deciding to spoil himself a little, he watched you shift, trying to find a comfortable position out the corner of his eye. You tried to relax but didn’t get the chance to as his finger rolled into your g-spot. Quickly, you covered your mouth to hold back the whimper that you knew was coming. If there was one thing you learned in your week together with Dio it was that he would always make sure people knew what he was doing to you. 

     His finger continued to rock into you, again and again, coaxing the tiniest sounds out of you that you covered with your hand or with food. He felt so good, it should be criminal to be this good. You were getting close, occasionally looking over to him, trying to catch his attention. It never worked. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

     “I think it’s time for us to be going,” George said, with Jonathan nodding afterwards, smiling kindly. 

     “Will you be returning home with us, Dio?” Jonathan asked.

     “No.” He stopped moving, finally. “I’ve still got work here. Thank you for dinner. I hope (Y/N) and I can look forward to more in the future?” The two across the table smiled.

     “Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you.” You smiled back at George.

     “And you, Mr. Joestar.” Dio was still watching you, drinking in your quivering form. If he hadn’t known better, he would have assumed you were cold or something like that. 

     Final goodbyes were said as the dinner was paid for. They got up first, making their way towards the doors, leaving you alone with him for a moment. Hazel eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his finger out, relishing in the small breath that passed over your lips when his hand was gone. With a devilish chuckle, he lapped up your juices, making a show of it. You panted, leaning into him, so desperate for more. 

     “The carriage is waiting, (Y/N). Let’s go.” Gently, you were ushered out of the chair. Quickly, you linked arms with him, not wanting to let him go.

     As you waited outside, Dio’s coat was wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in his scent. No conversation was had between you, just cheeky kisses and knowing looks at each other. You heard someone call out his name. Upon looking over you saw it was George Joestar, making you panic. He instructed you to wait while he spoke with them, promptly returning to your side a few minutes later, smiling wildly.

     “What did they want?” You asked, concerned.

     “He just wanted me to know that you looked rather sick and you should retire to bed once I drop you off at home.” A hissed chuckle rumbled through his chest as your eyes grew wide, clearly missing the joke. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you stay in bed tonight.”

[calicoimagines]

SDC Lingerie Preferences

Anonymous said: Hello! May I request headcanons for the JoJos' reactions to their s/o wearing lingerie, and what kind of lingerie (colour, style) they'd like? Thank you so much!   Oh, and for the lingerie headcanon I just sent, you can do Dio too if you want :) Sorry for the two separate messages! Have a nice day/night!

WARNING NSFW

Jotaro Kujo

Lace and black, simple but sensual

I feel like he’s pretty vanilla so nothing too crazy or complicated

Anything complex pisses him off, he doesn’t wanna deal with clasps and ties, he’d be the most likely to rip something off from impatience

Doesn’t really...say anything about it but it’s obvious that he wasn’t complaining

Noriyaki Kakyoin

Greens and whites are his favorites, something almost pure but not

He likes fancy lingerie, the thought of you going through all that work for him makes him extremely happy

Extremely careful to not damage anything and always complimenting and checking in on you

Loves fluffy materials, they feel nice against him

Jean Pierre Polnereff

Dear god, he loves anything on you, from funny to sexy. He loves seeing as much skin as he can

He will tease you about trying to please him, he’s over the moon

Color doesn’t matter to him but one thing does

The stereotypical bunny trope please and thank you

Restrains your arms if you’re okay with it, just thinks it adds to the image of you being his pretty little present

Muhammad Avdol

Don’t get him wrong he loves your body, it’s amazing but he feels overwhelmed sometimes, he doesn’t think you need to show your skin to be beautiful

Likes flowey nightgown like lingerie, he thinks it makes you both much more relaxed and comfortable

Thanks you for the effort you put into looking nice and reassures you that he loves you even without it all

He will get you some lingerie if he thinks you’d like it

Joseph Joestar

Literally buys you things for shit n giggles but ends up loving it for more

He really doesn’t have a favorite, he just gets what he sees and thinks would look good on you

Aka everything, he bought too much and now you both have to sort through it all

“What the hell is this?” “A sexy moose!”

“Pose for the camera!” “Do I have to?”

DIO

Red and skimpy, that’s all

The color against your skin is a yes from him

Wear a size smaller than you are and watch him lose his mind as he sees the way stockings push against plush thighs

Anything fancy, only the best for his love

Leather straps? Yes, anything to make you look filthy

It’s so fucking late I’m sorry it got worse and worse but this took me like 3 hours because I decided to be extra and give like 5 examples per character so-

Lingerie Examples:

Purple-Jotaro, Green-Kakyoin, Yellow-Joseph, Blue-Polnareff, Orange-Avdol, Red-Dio

[lausterholes]

JJBA | All you wanna do

Link to AO3

Pair: Kars x Reader/ Kira Yoshikage x Reader/ Dio Brando x Reader/Diavolo x Reader/ Vinegar Doppio x Reader

Word: 5k

Trigger Warning: Dub-con / Rape/noncon/ Unrequited love/ Angst/ Sexual harassment/ Underage

A/N:  I have this in my mind for a while now. While I listened to All you wanna do from six the musical and the idea popped up in my head. What if all the lovers of K. Howard become the main villain of Jojo? And the reader is K. Howard herself? That's the good angst material ;D This may contain many things to make you felt super uncomfortable, just make sure that you can read tragedy. And I'm not going to romanticize any of that.

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It firstly started ever since you were a child. You can call yourself as a mediocre person, but somehow; the magnets that drew anyone closer than you make them undeniably head over heels. It felt great, it's the feelings that always make you feel valuable, you like it, you love it when someone loves you. No matter what- you always return those love, both intentionally and unintentionally. Maybe it's both reasons why it withdraws and drags more people into your life.

Jacob was alright.

Malcolm was kind.

Alex was a little wild.

But they don't even different. Once they get closer, they drifted away, leaving you alone again. You didn't understand why, but you guess it's because they were the same, it just your luck to meet those boys. But you can't help but wonder, will you ever meet someone that gave you the feeling that you've always been requited for? The one that will be your knight in shining armor. You just can't wait.

That's what you in your fifteen years old thought- innocent, pure, and hopeful thinking. All day and night, you just daydreaming about the prince that will give you love. Only to get corrupted. If you knew better- you wouldn't fell into this dark spot. But... maybe- this is just your destiny that has been destined.

One day, in an afternoon. Your father brought in a man. Tall, dark, and sexy; that's all you could describe him. The long wavy underlit hair reached his back, red menacing eyes wander to your forms, his entire body is so large compare to you. You father introduced him; Kars, your new music teacher, will come to your house every day in an afternoon to teach you all about dynamics.

He was twenty-three

And you were fifteen, almost sixteen.

At first, Kars never touch you, he just sitting face to face across the table. Teaching the chords of the guitar, how to play piano, and lead you to learn the flute. That's all he did with you. You were really happy to have him as your teacher- you can call this as you have a crush on your teacher, but who knows? He was nothing but a pure masterpiece, not just his appearance, but his expertise in understanding things quickly can make you fell in love right then.

Kars was only one strict music teacher you've met. He was hard to please and picky with the tone. Even you're a beginner, he's not going easy on you. You want to make him impressed because you like him. So you practice a lot just to make Kars proud. Day by day, you got improved. You perfectly accomplished the pieces he suggests, a smile crossed his face, satisfied with your performance. That feeling hits you once more, you feel so valuable.

One day, you have an opportunity to sit right next to him, learning about the duet piano. You moved a bit closer with an innocent intention, asking him. "Mr. Kars- Why do you become a teacher instead of being famous, using your skills?"

He looked at you, narrowed his eyes. "Well, I'm happy at this state more." The man moved his hands on the piano, leading you with one pressing. You followed up, focusing on each note. The C minor makes your surroundings forlorn but also intensifies up. You peek at his expression once your hands almost intertwined, he just wears that grin on his face. Blushing crept up on your cheeks, the closer you look, the more alluring he became. "Focus, [Y/N]."

"Yes, sir." You gulped and continued to follow his notes. Suddenly, Kars stopped his movements, so you stopped too. But quite don't understand why. "Mr. Kars?"

"Play your parts, I'll watch."

"Wait- but if you don't lead me, I don't know what to do." You flustered at his words. "And this piece is a duet, and I'm not supposed to play alone, am I?"

"It's okay, you can do it, dear."

You tense up at the word he uses. Did he use it in intention? But no- you have to focused on the task he gives. You hope that he likes you, but somehow- it felt wrong. "Okay then," You nodded and started to play your part, which sounds strange without him. Kars watched in amusement of discomfort on your face, he was aware that you felt that it's not a good song anymore.

"You may stop."

"Yes,"

Kars turned his body to face yours. "So what does it feel to play a duet alone?"

"Strange, it's not a song I recognize anymore."

"That's right," Kars answered, using his fingertips pressing on the piano. "Without my lead, what will you do?"

"Play along, even if it's unrecognizable?"

"That's not right, you always have to follow my lead."

"Mr. Kars..."

You widened your eyes. Somehow, it felt off- like really off. Kars started to caressed you hair lovingly. His orbs stared deep into yours This is not what you expected at all, the confusion hit you like a truck, so puzzlement and doubtful. You didn't even dare to move. "You're prettiest of the pretty, [Y/N]." He whispered and you froze at the moment. His face gets closer every second.

Naive, innocent, pure, and vague is what you could describe yourself. You never meet someone that you genuinely like or admire before. Once you met your music teacher, Kars, you just couldn't process what's in your mind. You just love every minute you spend with him, you just adore every part of his figure, and you just so obsessed with the idea that he gets you and you get him. Although you don't want to say that there's chemistry between you and him, you still want to accept this moment.

You're just too young and immature to know that this shouldn't go this way. You let his mouth onto yours, sucking your breath off of your lungs. It just felt so wrong and so right at the same time, couldn't be one of it. His kiss was so harsh, harsher than you thought. When he pulled away to take a break, you almost felt like your lips were bruised. Appeared a smile across your teacher's face. He was so satisfied with you.

He embraced you with his arms, the torso underneath his shirt attached to yours. "What a fairest of the fair- I couldn't get enough of you." Kars complimented. Then he leaned in for a kiss one more time. You just let it be- he looked so proud that he could have you. He undid your whole dress as you felt the shiver ran down your spine.

Is it really what I want?

Or I'm just too naive to notice what's going on?

Before you could know- the pain stung inside you, while the salty tears brimmed off your eyes.

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It was a year after that, passing to your two birthday and you became seventeen. Due to your father, he has to manage the new business very far, far away from the city, you have to move out of your current residence. Before you moved out- Kars was so rough with the activity. Like he wants to tear every part of your form, it's the last time you could attach your body with his- he just couldn't be softer. But as soon as you realize, he has always been rough. You just think like that to trick yourself that he loves you so he did that.

You didn't even realize that he craved a scar across your heart, an unhealable scar that would forever stay there.

After his touch was long gone, you felt a little weird. It's not that you feel craving for his touch, but there's an unrecognizable feeling that hits you over and over. You regret what you decide on that day. You were just a minor and he's a fully grown man. You undeniably feel so bad about yourself, it was terrible. Why did you do that? And why did he do that too? Shouldn't Kars hold himself back? And shouldn't you be mature enough to deny his advances?

You spend hours crying on your knees. They soaked with your tear that streamed down non-stop. The regret, shame, and remorse slap you right when you've taken away from him. Gladly, you didn't get pregnant- but even then you knew, it's only the good things you acknowledge about this event so far. You were glad that you've taken away, or else you'll stick with the man forever- the man that hurt you, the man that uses the advantage of your innocent to catch you in his arms. You only hope deep inside your heart that you would never be able to see him again.

Your father suggested that you should become the apprentice at his office for a while. Less is better than nothing, he says. You agree because you don't know what to do, you just want to adjust your unstable minds for a bit. And it's the second regretful decision you've ever had in your past life.

You met another guy there; Kira Yoshikage.

He's from Japan, had moved in for years now. He was serious, stern, and slow. The quirkiness beyond his professionalism appearance sparked your interest. He was a secretary that volunteer to help your father take care of this newly open branch he manage. He tried to act like a mediocre person, but you knew that he's far capable of anything more than he tries to look like. So you tried to push him up.

Kira was thankful for your help. He and you spend your days helping each other with a bunch of documents. Despite his professionalism he always put on, he just genuinely gentle and kind toward you. Your almost aching heart just started to beat with delight each time he talks. Admiration started to grow stronger and stronger until you felt like he's different. There was a time that he accidentally touches your hands, he just brushes it off and stumbled his apologies. It was cute.

In the hint of his eyes- you can catch that he started to grow a bound together with you. He wants to touch you- but he held back, swallow down his desire. You started to felt weird once again. But let him have what he wants is not that bad, right? Kira kind toward you, he doesn't make you be the one that impressed him, he also showed you that how he efficient with this work. It just feels legit, he's different. Even your father put the trust in him, he always let you be alone with Kira.

One day, it was so late at that time. You and Kira were only two people left in the office. You trust him enough to lower your guard down. While you were cleaning your desk, Kira was making a cup of coffee. You threw away an unuse pen on the desk inside the box, bending down to carry it once you are done with yourself.

"[Y/N]" Kira suddenly spoke. You almost flinched of how much his voice was so close, you don't even know how can he just popped out of the blue. Slowly, you turned your head to him, seeing Kira standing behind you, two cups of coffee in his hands. "I don't know that you like it sweet or not, so I added a little much sugar."

"Well, thank you so much, sir." You smiled and take the cup that he offered you. Unexpectedly, Kira dropped the cup before you could grab it in your palm. You yelped as the hot liquid pouring down your stockings. "OW!- Ki-Kira-"

"Pulled off your stockings, [Y/N]!" Kira commanded you. You hurriedly do as he says, he just ran off to the kitchen next to this room, then came back with two cool-aids inside his hand. You tried to hold back your whines as the disturbing heat ran up and down your nerves. It was really painful. Willingly, you let Kira touch your legs, he put a cool-aid on each leg that almost burnt. Your eyes capture his pale frame, those vivid ocean eyes were so beautiful, his blonde bang pokes his cheekbone, somehow- he looks so elegant and attractive. You couldn't help yourself but stare at him "I'm so sorry, [Y/N]. I should've been more careful."

"Oh, it's alright. It's not too hot to leave me pain." You awkwardly smile at him.

Kira nodded with a small sigh left his mouth. "At least your hands are okay though. I almost thought that it would burn your hands instead."

"I'm just lucky." You playfully said.

"Yes, you are. Me too."

Hm?

Slowly, Kira moved his hand in the direction of yours. Caressed and held it tightly. Your heart almost skipped a beat. Kira continued to intertwine his fingers with yours, his movements started to get creepier every second. Wordless, but you tried to pulled your hand back from his grip. Something in Kira just snapped, he looked up to see your face, the glare that sews through your bones stopped all of your actions.

"[Y/N]..." He cooed. "I have to admit that I have an eye for you for a while now."

You silenced. His voice rang in your head, sweetened like a sugar coat. You blinked, staring your eyes back into his blue ones. Kira smiled fondly as he takes your hand toward his face, placing a kiss on it. You heart beating like crazy, pounding as loud as the drum.

"Your hands, you body, your face are just too perfect for me. I can't get enough of you."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

"And now, you're quiet- that's cute, you know?" Kira clung his cheek to your hand while staring at you. No word left your mouth, you just stay still like a doll. "[Y/N], will you help me get rid of these urges inside my head?"

You blinked, confusion builds up in your minds. "Kira-"

"Please do call me Yoshikage, [Y/N]." He stood up, the shadow of his cloak over your form. "If I was in those old periods- I dare say that I couldn't wait for a second more to get your corset on the floor."

The confusion that hits you before started to make you unable to respond to him. Is it okay for you to do this? It was too sudden- but his pleading yet so menacing eyes caught you off guard. You kind of like him though, but is it okay? Is it truly what you want to do? You don't know, you honestly don't know. The silence takes away the time for too long. Kira started to straddled over you, working on his belt.

And you give up again. Unintentionally.

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You felt so bad to yourself. You gave up to the one who holds more power than you once more. The feelings via your hands at that moment still there. It was slick and full of pain. You cried to yourself until you fell unconscious under your quilt. He made you sore all over, every inch of your body still remaining his action, bruised over there, hickies over here. After that, you want to talk to him, but he just ignored you completely. Like you were no one but a stranger. That makes nausea hit you hard, so all he wants was some intercourse? That's all?

At that time- you don't want to recall, but you have to. You just want to clear your mind, consider all of the events. Kira was so gentle, but his urges get him rougher every minute. You can't help but melt into his touch. Each kiss, each stroke, each thrust was intoxicated, you let yourself diving in the deep. These sensations gave you pleasure more than anything, making you think that he was going to be yours- he also acted as he does too. The chemistry between you and him is so right at that time.

Only for him to treat you like air the next day.

You stopped being an apprentice at your father's office. You weren't just tried to avoid Kira- but also everything that reminds you of him. The days passing by so easily than taking a breath. But you still think of Kira- why did you ever believe that he was different? You thought you could break yourself from these disgusting bond, but will you stand a chance to do so? You don't know what's in his head, he was so kind, so professional, and even show his goofy side to you. But is that only an act?

You decide to have a break from boys. Later, you turned nineteen, it was quicker than you expected it to be. Life without love is not that boring as you thought. You still can live your normal routine, sometimes you just went shopping by yourself. It was such a good time. You glad you can be over them with these small little activities. Still, this aching heart has trembled in unstable rhythm. You were afraid that before you could heal these wounds they left, you will close your heart completely, not daring to let anyone be near it again.

You were deeply aware that you don't want that. Deep down inside your heart- you knew that there might be a person who's the one for you.

And unexpectedly, you met someone- a person that so gorgeous, far more elegant than anyone else. You met him in the bar that you don't usually go to. Those neon lights, darkness, and the crowds didn't make him any lesser stunning. Those golden locks take away your breath, those pair of eyes almost make you forgot how to blink, his lips spread into a seductive smile, he was so ethereal and you almost feel illegal to stare at him.

Something in you just urges all your nerves. You follow that irresistible forms from far away- once you get closer, he introduces himself to you. Dio Brando. Tall, broad, and alluring. He was so dangerous and you could sense it. You guess he's not so different, but the way he licked his lips while gazing over your body made you want to wander deeper into those golden orbs.

The whole night you spend with him is more interesting than the rest of the guy you've known. The more you talk, the deeper the conversation is. He was really surprised that you could capable of him, answering the question smartly. He also told you that you're only one of a few people that could make him impressed. And yes- the delight of being someone worthy bloomed inside your heart once more.

Maybe sticking around with him is not hurt.

You learned in the night after that Dio is a lawyer, you weren't surprised that he talks about the structure of society last night. You didn't want to admit, but this Dio guy just makes your heart feel something precious inside. Even he appeared as a man who has high pride and so fascinating. You find him very cute. You won't tell him what you think of him, or else he just turned you down right there.

It started with friendship, ended on the mattress. It looks like both of you just pleased with each other so much. Each day you spend with him, it just drew you two closer.

"[Y/N], I've been thinking," Dio, laid besides you on the bed, talking to you casually. "What do you think 'beautiful' is?"

"Hm," You hummed, snuggle close to his bare body. Dio slung his arms over your shoulders, then placing a kiss your temple softly. "just a definition. It's something that we human sees and think they're good in shapes. Things that are beautiful today don't mean they will be necessarily beautiful tomorrow. It just what we see and assume it is a beauty. But if you talked about the beauty of a person, it's the opposite side of perfection, you don't have to be perfect just to be beautiful. The pure beauty comes from charisma and character."

"Impressive," Dio grinned as he caressed your hair carefully. His eyes were full of vivid reverence of your words. "And what do you prefer, beauty or perfection?"

You silenced for a second. "It's hard to decide, how about both?"

He chuckled, a smile spread across his face. "How greedy."

"I've always been greedy." You tracing your fingers along his torso, sending him the urges. "To be honest, even I couldn't define the definition of these two clearly. It's not the same but also not so different. Although I want both, perfection is rather frightening to me."

"How so?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe because there's nothing perfect? Many things have been clarified as perfect, but none of them go near the true definition."

Dio gave you a tender peck on the lips after you finished you sentence. You flipped yourself on top of him and started to kiss the man back, biting his lower lips until his mouth wide open, welcoming whatever it comes. You slipped your tongue inside and intertwine with his, exchange the taste of one another. The hot breath undeniably makes everything get hotter. His arms swung over your waist, hands clenching anywhere he could on your flesh, making your desire for him intensifies. Your hands went lower, lower, and lower until you reach his member.

Dio's breath became unsteady. You know how much he loves this- you don't want to be full of yourself. But you guess Dio loves this activity as much he loves you. You break out of the kiss, moving your body lower. Your free hand fondled his abdomen lovingly and pushing him back just to relax. Your other hand started to rub the tip of his manhood with a tender touch.

Then, his phone rang.

You suddenly stopped. The man just scoffed. He reached for his phone and looked on the screen. You couldn't tell who it was since he has no different expression from before. But you just couldn't make him whines while he's on his phone, right?

He accepted the call, didn't bother to be the first one who starts a conversation.

Someone from the other side of the call said something quietly.

"I think I've already made myself clear. There's nothing I have to do with that anymore." His expression was far more than terrifying. Even you who's not the person he did talk to still intimidated by him. You watching closely, afraid that you'll do something to unpleased him. "You are better off without me? What an arrogant word flew out of your mouth. Then go ahead."

His voice was calm, but smoldering with amusement and anger. And not for so long, he ended the call casually.

"[Y/N], continued what you've started." Dio grabbed your hair with a smile, his expression change within a minute and that makes you have a cold sweat. "What's wrong, pet? You worry about that call, hm?"

"It just seems important."

"He's no one."

"Really? It doesn't seem like it." You started to get worried for real.

"You want to know who it is?"

You didn't answer him right away, just look at another place, avoiding his eye contact. "I'm not going to say that I don't want to."

Dio caressed your hair, intertwine your locks with his index finger. "He's my son." You stopped breathing. He just said that out of the blue. What can you expect to feel other than shock? When Dio saw you become wordless, a small chuckle left his mouth. The index finger cups your chin up, forcing you to stare back at him. "Don't worry, I'm not a married man. Never married, to be honest. But if you still feel bad about it, feel free to stop."

"Oh," You narrowed your eyes, clearly understand that his son was born from the former lover that's not even married to him. "I still wonder why."

"Wonder about what?"

You smiled bitterly as your minds drifted back into those two men before him. He's not that different. The delight feeling inside your chest just turned into numbness. "Nothing necessary."

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You never expected the unexpected. Your relationship with Dio is last longer than you could imagine. It was just far longer than anyone you've been with, exclude your family. From friends to a one night stand, then lead to a real couple. You never experienced something like this, it's so awkward, but still making you feel so good. Once you graduate from your college. Dio proposes to you.

So you got married.

It was quite strange, you are about ten years older than his eldest son, Giorno. But still, he has to call you mother. At first, you didn't plan to be a mother to Dio's four children, but most of them really appreciate your whole being though. Each of them born from Dio's different lover. And their mother has disappeared from their life for a long time ago. So, they don't bother to have you around that much. Exclude Rykiel that stick around you with a pure fond.

Even then, it's not easy with Dio. He started to extend the space between you and him. Without your knowing, he almost lost his interest in you. While you were busy with your work and the children, Dio wandering off in the night once again. You can't contact him while you're in need, but when you want some time to yourself, Dio came back, craving for your touch and all like nothing happen.

So you couldn't escape from these kinds of men, huh?

You kept your mouth shut every time, no matter how much you heard. You are just so done with everything right now. You couldn't let yourself losing control, even you know how many times he has lied to you like his second nature. The burden that you've to bear on your back is something you can't deny. You have to carry it on, until you've reached the destination, and you'll let it go.

But where is that destination, to be honest?

One day, in the afternoon. You just wandered off somewhere else, in an unspecific location. Just to find some new place to relax, you stopped by at the serene park you've never visited before. It's not too crowded, everyone doing their things. So silent, so peaceful. The atmosphere looks like in a fairy-tale, tiny and colorful flower, white table, and the huge tree that branched all over the above.

You were too carried away with the surroundings, so you bumped into someone. He jerked back a little with a small yelp, letting go of his water bottles. They fell onto the ground even though he tried to catch it.

You gasped, then hurriedly apologize to the man. "Oh- I'm sorry, sir. I should be more careful."

"It's okay miss! I'm not even falling back, I'm perfectly fine!" He smiled back to you, crouching down and collect his bottles back into his arms.

You felt so bad with this man. His sweet pair of eyes showed up sadness, maybe this is his bad day, that's why he has this expression. "Mind if I give you a hand?" Those sad eyes lightened up a bit. He nodded to you awkwardly as you help him. "where will you bring these into? Why you have to carry it all to yourself?"

"It's nothing- I just lost a bet. So I have to be the one who carries this." He chuckled shyly.

"It's just your luck then?"

"Yeah-"

You learned this later. His name was Vinegar Doppio, working in a nearby office. He was attentive with his works, whenever he started to talk about his boss, he looks a lot more passionate. And then, you came to this park more often, just to have a little conversation with him. You enjoyed with his company. Vinegar Doppio is such a cutie pie. He was a really nice guy, just so sincere.

Your companionship with him started to build up every day. He was different- so different. He listened to every word you say, encouraging you, happily share the inside jokes with you. Maybe, this is it. This is what you want all along. What you've been truly craving for. Friends. These feelings that have been hitting you with other men were nothing more than anxiousness. There's no chemistry, just friend that you could hang out with earnestly.

When Dio's away, you hand out loads with Doppio.

He's devoted, loving, and lively. It was like you never met someone like this before in your entire life.

This connection is real...

...

Really?

Why did you ever think that someone that interested in you was different? It would never ever be different.

Only if you know Doppio better. You wouldn't fall into this state. One day, doppio invite you to his house, said that he got some new recipes he wants to show you. It's true, Doppio prepared a nice meal, along with a good cup of black tea for you. It was really good, you never tasted something like this before. When you started to ask him for the recipe, Doppio just moved from his seat, standing behind your back, touching your shoulder firmly.

"Doppio?"

He clenched his fist onto your shoulder, digging your shirt inside his palm. Suddenly, his voice aloud- but it just far deeper than your Doppio's voice. "[Y/N], you're already married, right?"

"...Yes?"

"Is your husband being nice to you?" He used his fingers to run through your hair. You felt a shiver ran down your spine as he continued to play with your locks.

You gulped in discomfort. "I can say he is, but not as much as he was."

"Hm," He let go of your shoulder. "[Y/N], I want you to turn around."

You didn't understand why, but you do as he demand. Once you turned around and face him, suddenly, Doppio placed his lips onto yours. You jerked back abruptly, hitting the corner of the table. You stared at this unrecognizable man and think; who is this? The brown eyes replaced with menacing green. Those dots never painted on those pink locks before. You were unable to speak. Just who is this man?

The taller man just caught you between his arms. Those pair of emerald eyes stared deep into yours. He's not Doppio, but they shared little traits, but apart from that- he does not even resemble Doppio. He narrowed his eyes once he sees your hands trembled.

"I've expected that you'll be like this." He sighed. "I should have prepared you more."

Doppio- or anyone else he is, dragging you with your wrist, straight to the couch. He threw you on the soft mattress, then straddle over your smaller form. He propped your head up by the backside of your head, pulling your hair down, making your face tilt upward. He kissed you roughly. biting your lower lips so harsh that you were afraid it'll bruise. You tried to fight back with all your strength, kicking, biting, punching. But it was all useless. The man uses his legs to weighted yours down, pinning your hands by both of his.

The sensations were unintentionally riled you up. You never wanted this from Doppio, you only want to be his friends. There should be nothing more to it. But he's kissing you like a hungry hound dog, ripping your clothes apart of your body. His hand went lower, rubbing your sensitive clit through your undergarment"You're the prettiest of pretty, [Y/N]."

Those words- makes you remember your relationship with Kars. Nothing but pure disgust crept into your mind, he was a fully grown man, he should know that it's wrong. He should reject you, stated it out clearly that it's wrong to have a relationship with your own teacher. But he didn't do that. He used the advantage of you being naive in order to get you intimate with him.

You felt the pang of pain stretched you down there. You yelped as the tears rolled down your cheeks. "Doppio! Stop!- I'm begging you!"

"My name is Diavolo," He growled through the pain that also sent to him. You gasped as he continued to penetrate into you, spreading the hole wider by your labia. He never thought that he could fuck a cunt this tight before. He's overwhelmed with power when you whine each inch he inserts. Once he's fully inside you, he's kind enough to let you adjust his length. "Looks like the last time you've done this was long ago."

He intertwined your finger with him, fondle them together nicely, this action reminds you of Kira. He's not so different. Not at all. What were you thinking? Just because sometimes he showed you his vulnerable side despite his professionalism, that doesn't mean you're the one. But why did Kira treat you like that? Why he had to take your trust away like that? Why?

Diavolo started to move his hips, sending you pleasure all over your body. But your heart gets tainted each time he slammed his hips to yours. The rhythm started to get rougher and rougher. The pain down there was gone, leaving you with an intoxicated pleasure. You cried as you moaned his name unintentionally, the whole action was too good to keep your feelings in. You might regret this the next morning. You might cry in shame once this is over. But you just have to give in one more time.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? What a slut you are."

Diavolo pulled out, you gasped at the sudden empty feeling. Only for him to roll you on your knees, then insert his massive manhood inside your cunt once more. He fucks your brains out like crazy, you almost fell into an oblivion every time he thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin aloud over and over. You almost reach there, your body trembled, your toes curled, and you couldn't control your moan anymore. You can feel his cock twitched inside you, he almost reach there too.

Suddenly, your ring slipped off of your finger, it fell on the floor, rolling away in the dark corner. But this intercourse is far more distracting, you didn't even notice that your ring has gone. Diavolo started to pant uncontrollably as he rammed into your slick walls. You arched your back as the orgasm hits you hard, moaning out his name. You road out your orgasm, while Diavolo started to get there, he grunted loudly as he slammed a few more times. He didn't bother to pull out, Diavolo just keeps his balls deep inside you, painting your walls in a dirty white.

You panted, adjust your unsteady breath difficultly. Once you collapse on Diavolo's couch, the tear brimmed in the corner of your eyes once more. You're tired, you're broken, you've choked on your pride.

All you want to do is birds and the bees. Don't care if you don't please me.

You swallowed your pride over and over again. Just because you believed that you're finally where you meant to be.

When actually, there's no way for you to go.

And you'll never be where you were meant to be.

[faegramme]

What will I write for?:

Well, right now I am relatively new to JJBA, I'm on Part 3, SDC, so this list will grow as I watch more jojo.

Part 1:

• Jonathan Joestar

• Dio Brando

• Robert E.O Speedwagon

Part 2:

• Joseph Joestar

• Caesar Zeppeli

• Kars

Part 3:

• Jotaro Kujo

• Noriaki Kakyoin

• Jean Pierre Polnareff

• DIO

What types of writing do I do?:

I'll do imagines, x reader headcanons, and regular fanfictions. I will write n/s/f/w for the characters above if requested.

What types of n/s/f/w writing will I do?:

I'll write any type of kink, really. I'm especially down for writing some stand fucking, that's my all time favorite jojo kink to write.

I'll only not write a few kinks; ddlg, watersports, "pedophilia", beastiality, or incest.

[eris-writes-jojo]

Hi, can I get an nsfw scenario with SDC Dio and fem s/o who’s nurturing, shy, naive, and passionate? Thank you!

It’s vampire season! NSFW under the cut.

It was a slow, relaxed evening, and you decided to bring your lover a gift.

You padded quietly into the bedroom, where Dio reclined in bed, reading a book. You tried to adjust your grip on the wine bottle and two glasses you held, but your hold was slipping. You called out to Dio just as the bottle began to plummet towards the stone floor. He glanced up at you over his book, and you saw a faint glimmer of yellow as he summoned The World.

Half a second passed. You found yourself lying in bed while Dio poured the wine. The World laid next to you, draping one of its thick arms around your midsection. The Stand had a way of revealing how its master truly felt, and it was always extraordinarily protective and clingy with you.

You sat up and blushed as The World pulled you onto its lap and nuzzled your neck. You melted under all that attention, but it still made you a bit nervous. You had seen firsthand what kind of terrible strength The World possessed.  

“I’m sorry you had to use your Stand, Lord Dio,” you said softly. “I’m so clumsy.”

The dim candlelight highlighted the smirk that curled Dio’s lips. “Don’t apologize. It was an opportunity to strengthen my abilities. And I may have done something else, as well.” He sipped the wine and watched with great amusement as you palmed yourself through your skirt and realized that your panties were missing.

The World faded away as Dio crawled into bed, gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him. He covered your body with his, planting a lingering kiss on your neck. His length was already hardening against you.

A shiver of excitement ran through you as Dio whispered into your ear: “I know just how to reward you for bringing me such a splendid gift.”

As he hiked up your skirt with his cool, strong hands, you found yourself praying that the night would never end.

[mistabullets]

Baneful Ache (Kinktober Day #10 - Cockwarming)

Characters: Dio Brando x Reader

Word Count: 654

Summary: Which Dio finally lays his eggs in you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, neutral pronouns, naga!dio cockwarming, stomach bulge, double penetration in one hole, oviposition, egg laying, slight bondage, threats of death

Note: Sorry for the inactivity. Short prompt is short as I get back into the swing of things but regardless, enjoy!

You were trembling just from feeling the slight brush of Dio’s hot twin cocks brush against your sobbing and oversensitive heat.

The aphrodisiac venom was through your veins, making everything spin and sending your nerves into overdrive, heat tingling through the crown of your head to the soles of your feet. The naga’s lower tail wrapped around your abdomen, holding you tightly as he lowered you down on his leaking cocks, a smirk crossing his plush lips when he was able to push just the heads in. You were already keening - he was too thick. Your logical brain was trying to ring the alarm bells but it was drowning in the pools of pleasure as your mate inched inside you.

Even if you thought you could take no more, when you were convinced he was buried to the hilt, you would jolt in surprise when you sunk lower onto his twin lengths. He smiled proudly at the bulge of your stomach, prominent as his heavy balls met against the back of your thighs. You tried to move, squirming and being too full of your lover but Dio kept you still.

“Patience, pet… you’ll cum too soon if you move and I won’t be able to properly breed you.”

“B-But Dio, I-I’ll die if I have to wait any longer!”

Your mate elicited a dark chuckle. Rather than reassuring his human lover that it will be okay, he couldn’t help but slightly stir upwards into your needy cunt and sigh with content, “Perhaps. But at least you’ll have the pleasure of dying on my cocks, my Y/N.”

“D-Diooooo~”

You whined and tried breaking free from your bondage, only for him to grip onto you a bit too tightly. He bared his fang and his fork tongue was peeking out of his lips as he hissed at your movement, “Disobey me and I’ll make you regret it. Now be a good little human and take it.”

That got you to shut up - however, your pussy squeezed around him, arousal shot through you from wondering how he would exactly punish you if you attempted to grind against the overwhelming fullness. But you didn’t want to test those waters. Dio was a powerful naga and he could easily snap you in two if he was so pleased. He was notorious for feeding off his human partners and using them as his little playthings. You had been so lucky to survive so long, even being blessed to hold his eggs. You didn’t want to disappoint him - so you bit your teeth and tried your best to not swivel your hips against him. You fought the urge to bounce on his girthy cocks when he would adjust himself.

He couldn’t help but grin widely at your shaky legs and labored breathing. After for what seemed like an eternity, Dio picked up your smaller body and midway, dropped you back on his double lengths. You moaned, arching your back and relishing in how in one instance, you were empty, and the following second you would be full again. Dio kissed and nipped at your skin, using you as a personal cocksleeve and smirking when he felt your inner walls clamp around him as your climax was fast approaching, ready to release. Just as you tumbled from the edge of your orgasm, the tips of his cocks kissed the entrance to your womb. His warm essence spilled inside. You waited in nervous anticipation as you felt the first of many eggs slip inside and nestled comfortably within the walls of your babymaker. Dio groaned, relishing in the way your cock was milking him for his brood, imaging your heavy stomach too swollen and stretched beyond any human capacity.

“Just a few more eggs to go, my dear.”

You shuddered violently as you felt the second egg push past.

And the possibility of dying from this powerful beast seemed plausible.

[dios-favourite-simp]

Sleepy sex with Dio 😭

Naturally he's a vampire so he doesn't need sleep - his human pet however needs to rest. This man is insatiable though, and even after a few rounds of sex he's still raring to go.

Exhausted, you lay in his arms, panting against his wide chest. His cock is still buried inside you, your legs wrapped around his thighs to pull you close. He'll bottom out in this position.

Because he's so deep every rock of his hips stirs something deep in your belly. Dio will gently press the bulge in your stomach, other hand going to stroke your face soothingly.

He only ever let's you rest like this if he feels you've been good: expect purrs of praise and his warm breath against your neck.

[abbacchiosbelt]

🌟 Abbacchiosbelt Masterlist 2020 - Part I 🌟

An updated masterlist of all my works on this blog. Hopefully, I didn’t miss anything! I had to repost this because apparently, Tumblr has a limit on links... Anyways, please enjoy! ♥

Part II!

All Writing 📝

AO3 Archive [A majority of my works on AO3 have been archived on this blog, though not all of them are. If you’d like to check out my AO3, here’s the link!]

BY CHARACTER [Fics, Headcanons, Ask Prompt Responses]

Part 1 - Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

George Joestar 1st

Part 2 - Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Lisa Lisa

Wamuu

Esidisi

Santana

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

Avdol

Dio Brando

Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 - Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan Kishibe

Jotaro Kujo

Yoshikage Kira

Mikitaka

Tomoko Higashikata

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijumura

Yukako Yamagishi

Part 5 - Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno’s Gang

Bruno Buccellati

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Guido Mista

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

La Squadra

Risotto Nero

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

Unita Special

Squalo

Tiziano

Cioccolata

Secco

Diavolo

Doppio

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Part 7 - Steel Ball Run 🏇

Johhny Joestar

Diego Brando

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Part 8 - Jojolion ⚓

Josuke Higashikata 8 (Gappy)

Yasuho Hirose

Confession Session ❤️

Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

Erina Pendleton

William Zeppeli

Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

The Pillarmen

Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

DIO

Avdol

Daniel D’arby

Terence / Telence D’arby

Mariah Confession

Vanilla Ice

N’Doul

Hol Horse

The World

Star Platinum

Silver Chariot

Hierophant Green

Magician’s Red

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan

Jotaro

Josuke

Okuyasu

Tomoko

Mikitaka

Yoshikage Kira

Killer Queen

Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno

Sticky Fingers

Abbacchio

Moody Blues

Narancia

Giorno

Gold Experience

Mista

Sex Pistols

Fugo

Purple Haze

Trish

Bucci Gang / Bruno’s Gang

La Squadra

Melone

Prosciutto

Risotto

Illuso

Pesci

Doppio

Diavolo

King Crimson

Cioccolata

Secco

Squalo & Tiziano

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Steel Ball Run 🏇

Diego Brando

Johnny Joestar

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Jojolion ⚓

Gappy (Josuke Higashikata 8)

Yasuho Hirose

Jobin Higashikata

WRITING PROMPTS & OTHER🖋️

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Ask Prompt

Yandere Prompt

JJBA Headcanons

Mini Fic Headcanons

Fluff

Not SFW

Valentine’s Day 2020

Monster AU

General AUs

COMMISSIONED WORKS 🌻

Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader [NSFW]

Portraits of Home | Family AU - Jonathan, OC Elisa Joestar, and Dio [SFW]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader ! Please read the tags ! [NSFW]

Your Hand In Mine | Kira x F!Reader [NSFW]

See You Again | Prosciutto x F!Reader (Shae ☻) [NSFW]

Stay And Love Me | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Easy To Please | Joseph (Part 3) x F!Reader [NSFW]

Sweet Spot | OC x Risotto [NSFW]

Happy To Say | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Lights Out | Mista x Reader [NSFW[

In Care Of | Proscitutto x F!Reader x Risotto [NSFW]

JJBA FIC MASTERLIST 💌

Give In | Dio Brando x M!Reader [NSFW]

Paradise Isn’t Far | Guido Mista x F!Reader [NSFW]

Stolen | Diavolo!Bruno x F!Reader [NSFW]

Always Forever | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Hold My Love | Diavolo x Doppio [NSFW]

Disregard | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Anything For You | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Just Like That | Prosciutto x F!Reader x Melone  [NSFW]

Full | Risotto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Need | Risotto Nero (Solo, F!Reader S/O) [NSFW]

Drift to Me | Jotaro Kujo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Reckless | Tiziano x F!Reader x Squalo [NSFW]

Purple Breeze | Merman AU w/Jotaro & Star Platinum [SFW]

Violent Intimacy | Cioccolata x F!Reader x Secco [NSFW]

Unfinished Business | La Squadra and Cioccolata [NSFW]

Human Nature | Mikitaka x Reader [SFW]

Amore Carino | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

When I’m With You | Jotaro x Reader [SFW]

Moonlight | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato [NSFW]

Lovely Beings | Kars x Reader [NSFW]

I Want It All | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Feels Right | Abbacchio x Reader [SFW]

Bomb Pop | Polpo x Reader [NSFW]

Process | Melone & GN!Reader [SFW]

Lucky You | Bruno x GN!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Midnight Snack | Gyro x GN!Reader x Johnny [SFW]

Ride With Us | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny [NSFW]

Hold That Pose | Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio [NSFW]

Try | Guido Mista x GN!Reader [NSFW]

As We Believed | Merman!Risotto Nero x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Say You Will | Siren!Abbacchio x GN! Reader [NSFW]

Morning Surprise | Johnny x F!Reader x Gyro [SFW]

Tomorrow Is Safe | Naga!Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Teacher’s Pet | Professor!Diavolo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Il Mio | Cioccolata x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Coming Untouched | Melone x F!Reader [NSFW]

Soft | Jotaro Kujo x GN!Reader [SFW]

[dios-favourite-simp]

COUGH IM BACK WITH A NEW DIO MODEL FEATURING A NEW TONGUE AND CLOTHES!!!!!!

[dios-favourite-simp]

need Dio to pin me down with his bigass hands and murmur in my ear all the filthy things he wants to do to me

[dios-favourite-simp]

a guy being fucking huge and he can just hold your legs or wrists with one hand while he fills you ughhhhhhhshhhbdbfn

I started T like a week ago so my brain is buzzing bro

[dios-favourite-simp]

Dio with a partner who just started testosterone (NSFW)

He's never really cared that you're trans, he finds you hot however you identify, but seeing you begin to feel more comfortable and aligned with your body is even hotter to him

He's always been the horny one between the two of you, but when the T Horny™ kicks in, he's pleasantly surprised

Dio loves how needy and horny it makes you basically all the time, when you're not hungry you're craving his touch, and when you're not doing that you're sleeping

Like usual though he loves to tease you, making you ride his fingers while he grinds his palm against your budding bottom growth

He loves hearing you beg and whine for him, heightened by your newfound sensitivity.

I need this man so bad bro

When he finally does fuck you, he pays extra attention to your hard cock, knowing how affirming it is to stroke his fingers up and down. This alone is enough to send you over the edge, grunting and whimpering in his huge hands as he's barely even gotten started

For the first few weeks all you can think about is Dio - and Dio's cock - and he's more than happy to have you melting in his grasp

(testosterone is awesome bro I can barely think about anything else, I'm hungry and sweaty but nutting has never been this good)

[dios-favourite-simp]

ummm

yk where to find the uncensored

[dios-favourite-simp]

dio pet play but He is the pet i beg 🤲

You pull the leash taught, the collar around Dio's neck pulling his head back to look into his eyes. His face is unusually flushed. It's not often you get to see him in this position, on his hands and knees with a gag in his mouth and collar tight around his thick neck. You lay a hand on his ass, slowly stroking down to cup his balls and feeling his drooling cock twitch in response.

"You're so pretty like this, my lord," you state, leaning against him and kissing his forehead.

He twitches his face away, huffing indignantly.

"now, now," you purr warningly, pressing the thick head of the strap against his exposed ass, "I thought you agreed to be good for me today?" You tantalisingly nudge the ring at the very base of his cock, reminding him you could take it off at any time, but only if he stopped being a bratty asshole.

Dio glares at you, wordlessly grinding himself against it. He'd never admit in a thousand years how much he enjoyed being fucked like this, but his wanton moans and how hard he'd cum every time was enough for you to know he wanted more. Being restrained like this - under a mortal, no less - was embarrassing. It made his cock nearly painfully hard.

Tutting, you pull your hips back. "You have to be good if you want me to fuck you, my lord," You reach forward and pull the gag out of his mouth "do you want me to fuck you?"

All he gives you is a stern glare from under his arm and a grunt.

You chuckle "I couldn't hear you, pet" you say condescendingly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to look at you properly: the look in his eyes is sinful "do you want to get fucked or not?"

He can't help but moan shakily, desperately pressing his ass into your hips "yes~" he drawls.

The both of you had been at this for nearly an hour, the vampire pressed beneath you getting needier by the minute as you'd edge his now desperate cock and pet his head. Of course he still had an attitude - this was Dio - so you'd frequently had to administer some light reprimands by dragging out the edging longer and longer, slapping his ass and peppering his neck, chest and thighs with bites.

"How bad do you want it?"

Your hand finds its way to his throbbing dick, slowly gliding along the silky skin and letting it drool precum into your waiting palm. Smirking, you pull your hand up to his pretty face, pushing your fingers into his mouth and making him taste himself. He lewdly sucks on your fingers.

You scoff at his lewd display, deciding to reward him.

Splashing some lube against his waiting hole you push in with ease, the thick strap on gliding along his walls and eliciting a deep, delicious moan from his throat. Your smaller hands grip his waist, stroking his hard body before finding their purchase at the junction between his torso and legs.

He loved this position, so you're able to start thrusting within a short amount of time. You bottom out, slowly pulling back about half of the length of the large strap before slipping it back in, movements slow and deliberate. He wants you to bend him in half and rail him, but you've decided to save that for later.

"Harder," he grunts, gripping the sheets.

"pets only speak when spoken to," you snap, looping the leash around your hand and pulling, he chokes out a strained moan as your hips thrust forward sharply, your other hand slapping his thick ass hard.

Dio arches his back, the supple curves and divots of his muscles making your cheeks heat up a bit as they ripple beneath his white skin. Running your hands over his body, feeling up the solid planes of his torso, you press your chest against him, moving your hips faster.

The moans coming from the huge vampire beneath you are sinful, to say the least - the deliberate thrusts of your hips bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The leash around his neck has been abandoned, you've taken you simply grabbing the collar itself and pulling it back hard. His eyes are hazy with pleasure, trying to focus on you but failing.

"Beg," you spit, clamping your teeth down on his flushed, pointed ear. This makes him whine, his voice strained against the painfully tight collar.

"P-please," Dio pants "let me cum, please,"

Hearing his broken voice, full of pleasure and close to the edge, snaps something inside you. Your languid thrusts snap to rough ones, the slapping of skin on skin loud and hot. You fist his cock, desperately throbbing in your hand, and are rewarded by what can only be described as a squeal.

He cums hard, painting the bedsheets with his spend, his asshole tightening around the thick strap. You slam your hips into him, grinding deep, hard inside of him as he rides out his orgasm. When he's finally done, he's limp and shaky beneath you.

You gently pull out with a satisfying pop, lube dribbling down his shivering thighs. Pressing against him, you plant gentle kisses on his tender neck, unfastening the collar and letting his head drop.

"Good boy~" you purr into his ear, eliciting a haughty grunt from the vampire. Even after being fucked like a cheap whore he's attempting to maintain his air of superiority, which makes you laugh at him lovingly.

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sorry it took me so long to get to u!!! as you can tell I'm a fan of subby Dio, sometimes the big vampire man needs to be put in his place 😔🫴