#dio x you

[bebegi]

BLEEDIN' ME DRY ⚝ DIO

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

genre: modern au | dio x reader (+) mariah, vanilla ice and steely dan

warnings: lots of vampires, mentions of blood but nothing specific

notes: got this idea while over-obsessing with dio hehe hope is not too cringe :3

notes²: the actual playlists:

pov: a vampire is in love with you

let me suck your blood

© 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 ♡

[uwurakax]

˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing (duh) || me thinking im funny asf || dio

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.8k

masterlist || next

-> 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You liked to think that you were an otome game expert. Even if it sounded… strange to the everyday person, it was your niche and who didn't have an out there hobby anyway? Supply and demand, right?

So you’d pride yourself on your extensive, and completely useless, knowledge regarding fictional pixel romance.

That was how you found yourself here, at two in the morning researching a really obscure listing of a dating game that you had never heard of before. There was no description, release date or year, and no mention of a publisher found anywhere.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure.

That was all you had to work with, the title of this so called game. There wasn't even an item picture uploaded. Spending a whopping thirty minutes gave way to absolutely nothing and you weren't going to lie, you were pretty miffed about it. A piece of so-called lost media just happened to be put on sale on a totally legitimate looking website at the grand old price of.. wait, $10?

Now you were intrigued. An otome game for that price? There was no way this was authentic when games of this nature cost upwards of $50 to $80.

With a few more clicks on your laptop, you came to find out there was free shipping included as well.

That was surely safe, you thought to yourself in your sleep deprived mind.

You faltered for a moment before closing the tab, shutting off your device and promptly collapsing onto your bed for the sleep your body craved hours ago.

Damn, you’ll feel that tomorrow.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The following days were mundane at best, your mind drifting to the odd listing of the game. The circumstances alluded you, and during your free time, you found yourself naturally going back to it. Exploring any and every corner you could, even going on the occasional forum. You didn't get much information however, and it seemed the more you looked, the more elusive it seemed.

How was it that no one else seemed to know of this game? Surely that wasn't possible.

It became more and more tempting to just shot the odds and buy it outright and trying it yourself, but you were still apprehensive.

The website didn't do any favours for itself, looking like it hadn't been updated since 2009, and there didn't seem to be any reviews on the authentication of the site either.

You groaned, sinking back into your chair and staring at your ceiling. Closing your eyes, you cautiously rubbed at them, deep in thought as the listing displayed at attention on your screen.

With a deep inhale you leaned forward again, focused as your hand hovered over the trackpad. The inner debate followed; curiosity killed the cat…

but satisfaction brought it back.

Super sketchy website, but if you played it smart, you wouldn't need to give out too much of your personal information. Plus it was dirt cheap for what it claimed it was.

‘Fuck it’, with a click and a few taps of your keyboard filling the otherwise silent bedroom, you received a congratulatory email and in red capital letters were the words ‘SOLD’ on the now ended post.

And so, you were now the future owner of the enigmatic video game, and if you so happened to be scammed… rest in peace that ten bucks.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were honestly pleasantly, and weirdly, surprised at how quickly your package arrived. Didn't you just order this thing yesterday? The no bigger than A4 sized parcel sat at your doorstep in a white bubble mailer, perched upright. The keys jingled in your hand as you bent down to pick it up, purse falling forward slightly in an uncomfortable manner. Your mood was already soured from the days events, and any little inconvenience had grated you. You were about to roughly shove your bag back and open your door when you realised there was no label stuck to your package. You flipped it over, only to find the same blank space.

That's definitely not worrying at all.

You jammed the key inside your door and forced your way inside with an all too loud slam. You knew you shouldn't have trusted that damn website. Now some axe murdering lunatic knows where you live! You could feel the nerves wash over you, and your heart began to palpitate. Twisting the deadbolt lock on your door gave you some sense of security, but it did little to appease you.

Tossing your keys and bag on your coffee table, you sat into your much too old and worn out lounge as you ripped the parcel open.

Discarding the plastic wrapping, you’d clean it up later, you found that inside was a small case with what you suspected was the game. There was nothing of note on the back, no text, rating, or any other information found. Turning it over, you saw the images of various male characters decorating the cover.

These must be the leads.

You glanced over each of the men as your fingers traced their features.

Four blondes, one brunette, one with dark blue hair, another with dark purple, one with a green undercut, a redhead and at the center was a brooding character with black hair and a tipped down cap.

What an interesting cast.

You couldn't help but wonder what made the creator go for ten different routes. It wasn't like that was unheard of, but it was quite a larger cast of romantic interests. In the midst of your thoughts, you felt a chill.

Like you were being watched.

Walking over to your kitchen window you looked outside, hand still holding onto the keep case. You stayed there for a few seconds, looking at the now setting sun against the trees. The orange glow offers little warmth within your small apartment. You gaze back down at the cover art, focusing on the dark, capped character. You didn't know why, but there was something unsettling about them. The longer you looked, the more the feeling began to fester. Gently facing it down on the marble counter, you headed into your bedroom to shower and change; hopeful that a new set of clothes and washing the day's grime away would lighten your mood.

Spoiler alert, it didn't.

Clad in only a towel, you went back into the kitchen to get a drink, throat parched and getting dry. You drank the cool beverage as your eyes began to wander back to the faced down disc. You still felt unexplainably wary, but it didn't feel so bad in that moment.

Gosh, you were such an idiot, who gets freaked over plastic?

You took the few steps towards it and turned it back over again. Tapping your fingers against the countertop in thought you wondered if you should actually play the game. It's highly possible it was just some kind if virus ready to wipe your entire harddrive, but your curiosity was getting the better of you.

You really needed to see what this was, consequences be damned!

Deciding that you’ll use your old high school laptop, you headed back to the bedroom to change into comfortable clothing. You found a pair of old white, cotton shorts and your well loved gray t-shirt that was much too big for you, left behind by a long forgotten ex. You couldn't even remember his name, or maybe you didn't want to remember. He was an ex for a reason, but the shirt sure was comfortable and his loss for leaving it with you. The only scent lingering on it was your own, so by definition and for all intents and purposes, it was yours.

Placing the game on your desk, you went rummaging around your room for the laptop.

Searching high and low; under your bed and in the wardrobes, resulted in nothing. You spend a good twenty minutes before checking the drawers of your desk and finding it hidden under stacks of scrap bits of paper in the bottom drawer. How cliché, and of course it was there.

Agitated, you moved your current laptop away and plugged in the old tried and true. It got you through high school, so hopefully it’ll make it through this.

Though you had hoped inside it wasn't a dud, as you began to feel sentimental about the outdated electronic.

If it did, you'd think about setting aside the money to have it fixed, even if it wasn't worth it - and it most definitely wouldn't be worth it.

You waited a couple of minutes for the thing to boot up, dusting off the slight dirt that accumulated from its lack of use. The age of the laptop was clear as you heard the fan blare to life.

Would it even be able to run the thing? There's no way you'd risk your actual computer on this…

Once deemed ready enough, you pressed down on the disc drive a couple of times, using much more than necessary force on the last push when the reader wouldn't open.

You waited impatiently as it closed with a quiet click, tracing your finger over the trackpad as the cursor moved violently across the screen.

You kept waiting… and waiting… and waiting… until….

Black.

The screen had shut off, and no amount of pressing the power button, force restarting the laptop or even hitting it did anything.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the disbelief and anger present in your tone as you plugged the charger cable in and out of the port.

You weren't entirely surprised it was a scam, a virus now killing your laptop, but that didn't mean you weren't any less pissed.

Yeah you were lucky it was an old laptop, anything on it long since gone when the thing was reset before you graduated, but still…

What a waste of a laptop and the ten dollars spent on a useless thing. On the off chance that the laptop's hardware was too old to run it, you couldn't even get the disc back unless you wanted to pry the drive reader open and damage it further.

With a huff you slammed the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and laying down in your bed. You’d figure out what to do when you had time, but you were too upset to deal with your broken device now.

At least you had the sense to use an old laptop with no data. Gotta take those silver linings.

To lift your spirits, you ordered some takeaway, eagerly awaiting to stuff your face full of the greasy food. After the later half of the day, you felt like you deserved it, and the knock on your door couldn't come soon enough.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Switching off your television, you reached beside you and tapped on your phone screen to check the time.

10:34pm.

You debated whether you did want to sleep now, but your body decided to answer for you as you let out a loud yawn.

Your lounge was pretty comfortable right now, but after previous experiences, you'd definitely be feeling it in the morning.

The longer you stayed, the more difficult it would be to leave so you quickly got up, threw away the rubbish from your order and went on to do your nightly routine.

After the final step of brushing your teeth, you went to bed, flicking off the bedroom light before you looked towards your desk. Your laptop illuminating a glow along the edge.

Well that's suspicious… that's weird…

You shook your head off the image and voice of Cardi B and slowly sat down at your desk. Tentatively reaching out and opening the laptop you were met with a title screen.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure.

A deep blue background with the words in a hot pink gradient that faded to white. Deep violet coloured roses garnished the sides as different hues of purple petals fell from the top of your screen.

A Bizarre Dating Adventure, that was the name of the game from the listing, wasn't it?

Absentmindedly, your middle finger moved across the trackpad, white sparkles glittering off the cursor with every motion.

Surely a few minutes wouldn't hurt right? Just to get a feel and understanding of the game.

Small, white text slowly flashed underneath the title text reading ‘PRESS SPACE TO START.’

“Here goes nothing.” you murmured, as the screen faded to black, shrouding your entire room in darkness as well.

After a few seconds of nothing, you became apprehensive. You silently prayed that it didn't conk out on you again. There was no way you’d be teased like this.

It felt like a minute before the black screen started to light up again imperceptibly, a slight purple tinge colouring against the blackness. More white text appeared.

>> ‘HELLO’

You awaited the continuation, but nothing else had occurred, the bold letters staring at you. You clicked all over the screen and tapped enter, but there was still nothing. On a whim, you ran your hand over your keyboard to see it typed into the screen, right underneath the greeting.

How peculiar.

You held backspace to remove what was a mess of letters and numbers before typing back a ‘HI’ and hitting enter.

>> ‘ARE YOU THE NEW STUDENT?’

New student? Was this game set in a school?

> NEW STUDENT?

>> ‘AT SWF UNIVERSITY’

At least it wasn't in high school, thank goodness. You’d be damned to face another high school otome game. Figuring this was how the game went, but deciding to see what would happen you typed,

> NO

You tried to hit enter, but nothing happened. I guess it wouldn't accept that answer. You deleted the text before following what you assumed to be the correct response,

> YES

>> WELL, AREN’T YOU A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES

The text response was different now, a yellow instead of the earlier white. You felt a shiver run up you, looking behind at your empty room. You sensed that something was wrong, yet you didn't know why.

>> WHAT’S WRONG? SCARED?

Okay this wasn't funny, and this disc was obviously some kind of troll or some deep web, tracking crap. At minimum it was designed to scare you and at most… well you didn't want to think about that.

> A LITTLE

You don't know why you decided to be somewhat honest, but something was telling you that it would be better than lying. Not like it mattered much.

>> HMM, YOU SHOULD BE

You kept rereading the text before the screen flashed with your name, repeating over and over and over again.

Fuck that!

You unplugged the charger, covering your room, once again in darkness. Your breathing became laboured, as your heart beat thundered furiously in your chest, threatening to explode. That most definitely was some type of tracking, data hacking bullshit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What were you supposed to do now?! Call the police? Move? You were only kind of kidding about being sent the disc by an axe murderer, but it was now a very real possibility.

You tried in vain to calm down, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. This was so stupid! So completely, utterly and devastatingly s, t, u, p, i, d! You closed the lid and shoved it back into the drawer. It gave you some semblance of safety. Tomorrow you’d go far away and toss it in a random dumpster. To hell with sentimentality, that laptop was now dead to you.

You wished it would've worked earlier, at least then you would've been able to dispose of it. There's no way you were leaving your unit now at this hour.

Maybe you shouldn't throw it away and instead give it to the proper authorities? But if it was just some troll, you'd either be laughed at out of the station, or berated for wasting their time with nonsense.

You triple checked your deadbolt and closing every curtain, also ensuring that every window was sealed shut and locked.

Retreating back to your room you hid under the covers, the fluffy security net doing little to curb the anxiety that was manifesting inside.

You were surprised to feel yourself growing drowsier, the cute cat compilation video that you put on was only 6 minutes in.

You fell asleep shortly after that, your phone showing a ginger cat jumping off a shed roof and face planting into the concrete.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up with a start, sitting up as you gasped for breath. You could feel the slight sweat covering your body, a stuffiness surrounding you as you attempted to slow down your breathing. You looked around the room, a new panic forming as you saw the furniture and belongings of someone who was definitely not you.

Your room didn't look like this! Neither was that desk, or that chair! These sheets weren't yours either.

You closed your eyes as your breathing picked up again, thinking of what to do next before your phone went off with a ding.

Reaching down, you unlocked your phone screen as the words ‘A BIZARRE DATING GAME’ faded into view.

Uhm…

WHAT THE FU-

[dollwrites]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dark fic, noncon, fear kink, graphic depictions of death and gore, chasing, manhandling, threats against reader, degradation, virgin!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), size kink, blackout mention, Dio is very mean, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sugar on my tongue by the talking heads

you could hear his laugh— evil and taunting— booming through the abysmal corridor behind you, and the hissing and snarling of his undead army that was also in hot pursuit. “Where are you running off to, hmm?” he calls, and the baritone surrounds you. he’s not everywhere, you try to tell yourself, it’s just the echoes. “I won’t let you leave the castle grounds. However, by all means, go on and try, get your sweet blood pumping!” another morbid laugh like distant thunder, and you take the first new hallway that opens up to the left. “I can smell it from here, that lovely smell will lead me straight to you.”

you’d made a mistake coming here so late at night, with a boy you hardly even knew. you’d kissed him, and let him loosen your corset, even though you felt uneasy. even though you’d never kissed a boy before. even though the whole night felt wrong. then, the laughter started. from somewhere deep in the blackest shadows, a predator stalked, watched, and found amusement in your innocent fumbling and uncertainty, and stepped into the light. he named himself Dio right before he ripped the boy in half right in front of you. some of his blood was still seeping into the cotton of your dress. what he hadn’t seen, however, was the jagged stone you’d hidden underneath your skirt, clutching it tight in the palm of your fragile hand. so, whenever he scooped you into his arms, and leaned in to taunt you, or perhaps even kiss you, you’d swung the rock as hard as you could, making direct contact with his sculpted cheekbone, breaking the skin. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for his grip to loosen enough so that you could slip through his arms and run.

you were panting, your lungs burning in your chest, your eyes puffy and sore from crying. but one glance over your shoulder yielded the confirmation; the reason you couldn’t stop— hundreds of ghouls had crammed themselves into the hallway, some staggering after you, others chasing you on all fours. you turn your eyes forward again, ignoring the hem of your skirt that catches on a dilapidated and unrecognizable statue, ripping a slit all the way up to your thigh, and both hands hit a sturdy door when you hit the dead end of the corridor, slamming yourself into it with a pathetic huff. luckily, the door, like the rest of the manor, is old and crumbling, and it whines as it flies open and you stumble over the threshold, only to let out a blood curdling scream.

inches from your feet is a pile of innards, and what could’ve been a corpse at one time, but has since been devoured, piece by piece, by the monsters squatting down over it. they both look up and growl, clumps of half-eaten human flying from their bloodied mouths as you stumble back. you wanted to collapse, but didn’t have the time.

countless pairs of gruesome hands snatched at you, dragging you into a horde of them. you wailed and fought against them, half expecting to be shredded, too. you weren’t, however you could hear — and feel — your dress tearing as they snatched at you. your neckline ripped, one sleeve hanging loosely against your arm and the other chunk of fabric lost in the sea of rotting bodies as they tossed you back and forth. your throat is hoarse from screaming when you’re finally spit out the opposite end of the crowd, and flung right into Dio’s arms, which welcome you with a tight grip on one wrist and the other palm splayed over your midriff, pulling your back to his solid frame. “No!” you cry out, but he’s already twisting your wrist.

“Now, now,” he croons against your neck, wringing your wrist until the blood-stained stone falls from your grip and clatters against the floor, “listen to that heart thumping.” you felt sick to your stomach when you realized he could hear it. “Fragile, little thing is about to beat right out of your chest.” you squirm, trying desperately to pull away from him, but his lips have sought out the cuts on your palm, turning it over to expose them to his mouth. first, they graze over the wounds, and you wince. “You’re about as nervous and dangerous as a newborn kitten.” his tongue slithers out to prod at the scratches, urging more blood to the surface, and he smirks as he tastes it. his lips then travel, parted and dragging over your skin, up your arm, ignoring the sleeve that hangs in tatters, and he presses you back into him tighter when he reaches your throat. “So soft— I could rip your jugular out with one bite.”

“P—please—“ you rasp, the tips of his fangs tingling against your hypersensitive flesh.

“Such a meek, little plea,” he teases, the expanse of his massive hand careening upwards over your breast to rest against your heartbeat, his digit tips just barely touching your chin, “what are you begging for, kitten?” he allows their sharpness to scrape, and you whimper, melting against him and hoping to become so small he couldn’t reach you. it was impossible, as his face was buried in your neck already, but you tried nonetheless.

“I—I don’t want to die…”

he laughs at this, as does his minions, and you feel a burning humiliation creep upon your cheeks. “No? Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, feigning sympathy, and his fingers take hold of your face. he angles it towards him, and your tear-filled gems look up at his stone-cold countenance. you nod, the scratch on his cheek was healing as you watched, and your mountainous captor stared down at you. the crown of your head is pressed against his chest; you were just so damn small compared to him. “Are you afraid of me?” another nod, and his crimson eyes flicker over your petrified expression. you couldn’t catch your breath— your lips parted and hot puffs of air wheezing out, your chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of what was left of your neckline. you avoided looking into his eyes, but you could tell he was drinking in every inch of you. “Smart decision for a very stupid girl.” he replies, dipping his head towards you. you start to pull away, recoil, but his grip on your cheeks hold you in place. that devious tongue of his skirts along his lower lip, tasting your broken breath as it lands on his tiers. then, his carmine eyes flicker up to yours, and his smile widens, “Tell me that you fear me.”

you couldn’t even think— you were staring, wide eyed and horrified into two, piercing rubies. he wanted to hear how scared you were, he wanted you to say it out loud, but there was a lump so big and dry in your throat that you didn’t think you could force the words past it.

“Come now, don’t keep me waiting.”

you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks together hard, forcing your lower lip to poke out in a childish pout, and you acquiesce to his will. “I’m afraid,” you whisper, each syllable hard pressed to slip into the air, “I’m— I’m afraid of you—“

Dio chortles, closing what was left of a gap between he and you, and his tongue ran along the shape of your lips. you flinch, and seal them tight, but he’d already gotten his taste. “Mm…” he moans, more to himself, and runs his tastebuds over his own mouth, and then flicks at his fangs. “I do love the taste of fear on those pretty lips, like sugar…” he croons and places a sloppy kiss on your mouth. regardless of how you wanted to reject it, he forces your lips to fit against his with a hard push, opening them wide so that he may shove his tongue inside. you squeal in protest against his mouth, wriggling and desperate to get free, but his strength too greatly outweighed your own. your own tongue bunches up in resistance, trying to push his out of your mouth, but you start to gag on it. you considered biting down on his, biting it off even, but ultimately decided against it.

you were in no position to fight back anymore.

when he’s drank his fill of your kiss, he pulls back, the lips that have battered your own dripping and shiny with your saliva and stretched over deadly fangs, and you pant, twisting in his grip. he watches you for a moment, amused. “I would wager you taste just as sweet everywhere, don’t you?” you shook your head, cheeks on fire and eyes closed tightly, pulling in the opposite direction, but his hand drops, grabbing the neckline of your dress in a powerful fist and tearing it with a swift yank. the force is enough to arch your back, the fabric screaming, and then your breasts are bare and exposed, rising with heavy, nervous breaths.

there’s a whooping from the horde of undead as they crowd closer around, licking and biting at the air as if they can taste your fear in it, and you recoil away from them, pushing you deeper into Dio’s wicked embrace, which wasn’t ideal, either.

“Look at this,” he purrs, sharp nails dragging over your otherwise unmarked skin. they trace his name, slowly, as he takes in your visage, “skin so fresh and supple.” his eyes twinkle, pure malevolence behind them as the tip of his nail traces your nipple, watching it harden as he does. “I could think of a hundred different ways to paint you crimson, my dear.” you shake your head, whimpering in soft protest, and he cocks his head to the side, “What? You don’t think red would look so pretty on you? The color of roses?” he chuckles, grabbing a fistful of your tender breast and squeezing until you mewl and sag into the rough treatment, “Timid, little thing, aren’t you? Frightened so easily.” his head dips, tongue dragging along your nipple, and when you gasped, your thighs clamping together to stop the feeling of his teasing flooding your core, he reads you like an open book. “I think you like this.” you start to shake your head yet again, but his hand has already abandoned your chest, hiking your skirt up to feel between your thighs. they were slick with sweat and… something else. your desire and shame. “You’re dripping, kitten. Do you enjoy my teasing that much?”

your thighs press harder into each other, but his fingers work to pry them apart, slipping in between to feel your bare sex. you choke back a gasp, your only free hand grasping at his wrist trying to pull it from your core as you jerk against his rubbing, but it was as effective as an ant trying to push a thumb away before it’s crushed beneath the force. “N—no…” but, much to your own dismay, you were soaking his fingertips and he was howling with amusement.

“Well, now, isn’t this cunt just so sensitive— I’ve hardly even touched you, and you’re all jitters already. Could I have caught a little virgin in my web?” humiliation floods your eyes, and you close them tight, turning your face away from him and digging your chin into your shoulder. he coos, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill or his skin against your cheek, and the ghastly drag of his lips as he spoke, “Good. The first and only cock you’ll ever wrap around will be Dio’s, your new master.”

“…I want to wake up…” you beg under your breath. surely, this had to be a terrible nightmare. so you kept biting down on your lip and repeating it. “I want… to wake up…”

“Eh?” he asks, grinning, “Stupid thing thinks she’s dreaming.” a wave of vicious cackling rolls through the corridor, and you shudder. a moment later, you feel him shifting, dropping to his knees in front of you. cautiously, you crack one eyelid and look down to see him ripping what was left of your skirt aside. there’s a flurry of cotton before it all settles on the floor. you shiver, stumbling back. Dio releases your wrist and grasps one ankle, hiking it up on to his shoulder. it threw your balance completely off; even on his knees, the man before you was still monstrous, and you were forced to stand on the tip toes of the opposite foot to stay upright. “Let’s find out if fear makes your cunt as sweet as your lips.”

both eyes opened wide, but you had no time to react before he was smashing his face against your sex, the bridge of his nose creating a solid cradle for your aching clit, and the thick muscle hiding in his mouth wiggled between your netherlips, gathering the taste of your essence on to his tastebuds. he growled, and the sound vibrated against you, sending every nerve into overdrive. both your hands dig into his golden locks, pulling hard to attempt to force his head back, but the scratching and scrambling didn’t phase him one bit. he didn’t budge, instead he laughed, then his words were slurred against you. “Don’t be so ungrateful,” his eyes glint in the dusky moonlight pouring through a broken window, and it seems so shameful and sinful to look down your naked torso at him. you could see the muscles in your own tummy contract when he nuzzled against your clit, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet. crying out for how good it felt would only make this all too real— and would give him the satisfaction of knowing that you couldn’t control it. “Your new god is on his knees for you, lapping at your trembling pussy. You should be singing my praises.” none too gently, he snags your clit with his teeth, creating a vice around it and rolling his tongue over the nub.

you bleat, and your knees buckle— the sole leg holding you up giving out. but Dio doesn’t let you crumble. with one hand fleeing, he wraps a massive fist around your throat to hold you in place, the furious muscles of his gargantuan arm hard and bulging against your torso. the pressure is enough to startle you, even though he doesn’t squeeze. you imagine the beast of a man could break your neck with little effort. this new grip occupies your mind, and your hands try to wrap themselves around his wrist instead, but it’s even too big for your fingertips to meet.

“You are a pathetic little kitty cat, aren’t you?” he teases, suckling on your clit until you see stars behind your eyelids, and your toes are curling, “You can’t even stand up on your own anymore. Just a few, easy flicks of my tongue and you’re putty in my hands. Makes my cock hard watching you lose this fight, knowing you know you’re fucked.”

you don’t want him to be right, but when he punctuates his statement by licking a fat stripe between your netherlips, you cry out, and your nails dig into his tough flesh. “Please!! Ha— have mercy…”

“Go on,” he urges, “cry for mercy. Scream for me. It won’t change a thing. You belong to me, now, and I’m going to break you in every way possible, starting with tongue fucking never ending orgasms out of your delicate, little body until it gives out. You’ll black out, and wake up to my big cock stretching you open.”

[cutoruncut]

Dio from JJBA

[jolyfics]

𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙮𝙡𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖

𝘋𝘐𝘖 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: you, a vampire, try and find your long lost lover in Cairo

notes: i HATE HOW SHORT THIS IS makes me wanna cry. BUTTT i want friends, someone be my friend pls. also i’m gonna try write every day, i’ll get through my requests this week, then see how i get on

you had loved DIO for many years, so many you actually lost count at this point. you had fallen for him before he was ‘killed’ by that joestar. he turned you into a vampire before he went missing, and now that you had caught wind that he might not be dead? you were going to find him. wither it was the last thing you did.

over the years you had grasped a following, mostly humans who admired your immortality and a few vampires that you had turned who now serve you. they would be the ones who helped you.

you heard tell about him being in a casket, in Egypt. so that was the place you headed first, the trip was long, cold and tiresome, but eventually, you made it; and you could feel his presence more and more with each step you took.

the capital of Egypt, Cairo, was beautiful, the landmarks were gorgeous. how you wished you could see what it was like during the day; but alas, you had a job to do. Cairo felt closer to him, you presumed he resided here, though you had no clue where. you relied on the feeling of him near.

one night, you sat under the moon, the moon had comforted you for decades, when you were alone. “my darling” you whipped your head around, there he was. DIO. he had found you. “DIO!” you ran up to him, you slotted right into his body, like the two of you were meant to be.

“i was looking for you, my love” you spoke, looking up to your now found lover. he gave you a nod, “i know, i could feel you” his hands traveled down to your waist, while yours traveled up around his neck. he leaned down and placed his lips against yours. for what felt like centuries, you were now reunited with your lover. the only man you could ever love, the two of you will now rule together

[dewdrop-writes]

Blood of Ambition - Chapter 1: Ashes of Innocence

Dio Brando x Reader (Reader is implied to be female)

cw: canon typical violence, the story is going to eventually become kind of dark? Dio is a bit softer cus...i said so !

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Victorious laughter echoed throughout the busy grimy streets of London as the two of you, barely seven or eight, broke into a run. The boy,  just a few inches taller than you, led the way, clutching a loaf of bread tightly to his chest as he willed his bony legs to carry him as fast as they could. You weren’t far behind, grinning as laughter bubbled from your lips.

It didn’t take long for your pursuer—a baker, from whom you’d snatched the loaf—to give up the chase. Chasing a couple of thieving brats over a single loaf didn’t seem worth the time or energy, especially for his aging body.

The two of you ducked into a secluded alleyway, your laughter slowly dying down. Your feet skidded across the ground as you rounded the corner, barely catching yourself before you could fall. Chests heaving from excretion, the two of you stared 

“We did it!” you exclaimed, eyes dropping to the loaf in your golden-haired friend’s arms.

The boy puffed his chest out smugly, eyeing you with a grin.

“Well, more like I, Dio, did it!” he proclaimed, giving you a look that dared you to disagree.

You simply laughed, used to his antics.

“Yes, you, Dio, did it!” you corrected with a lingering smile on your chapped lips. He nodded, preening with pride at your acknowledgment of his achievement. You knew better than to rain on his parade by reminding him it was you who had distracted the baker long enough for him to grab the loot.

You held out your grimy hand expectantly, meeting his gaze. His crimson eyes were rare—no one else you knew possessed such eyes. People had called him cruel names because of them, yet he still held his head high. You’d always thought they were rather pretty.

With an exasperated sigh, the blonde broke off a chunk of bread and shoved it into your awaiting hand. You flashed him a toothy grin before biting into it ravenously, the hunger gnawing at you urging you on—it had been days since your last proper meal.

Dio watched you for a moment, something akin to fondness flickering on his face, before he began eating himself. The bread wasn’t much, but neither of you were in a position to complain. After devouring your share in moments, you eyed the rest of the loaf. It called to you, your stomach still aching, but you quickly averted your gaze and forced a smile as you watched Dio eat. He had a mother to feed. You could make do with what you had. Such was the life for your kind.

“How is your mother doing?” you asked, leaning back against the cool stone wall of the alley. Tugging nervously at the frayed edges of your oversized shirt, you felt its rough, patched fabric hanging loosely on your malnourished frame—a far cry from what proper ladies of your age would wear, but you took what you could get.

Dio’s expression darkened at the question, and he cast his gaze aside, brows knitting in frustration.

“She’s getting worse, but she refuses to do anything about it. And on top of that, she’s foolish enough to give away what little we do have to others!” Anger radiated off him as he stamped his foot, distress evident in his movements. A sense of dread twisted in your stomach. You were well aware of Dio’s home life; his mother, kind to a fault, and his father, who seemed the lowest of the low.

Gently, you reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we could try to get some medicine for her?” you offered, knowing it was a shallow comfort. Dio was clever enough to have already considered most options himself.

“I’ve tried. Nothing seems to help. And Father… he’s never there when we need him.” Dio trailed off, cheeks flushing with anger. You sighed softly and looped your arms around him in a gentle hug.

After a brief pause, Dio reciprocated, his touch barely grazing you as he returned the embrace.

Life on the streets was tough. You knew many who hadn’t survived the grimy, poverty-ridden atmosphere. You were one of the unlucky runts, with no home to call your own and no family to return to—a vagrant, searching for shelter wherever you could. This life had made you resilient and quick on your feet. You had no qualms about stealing to stave off hunger or sneaking into any place you could to catch a quick nap under a roof.

Dio was your first and only friend, though it took a long time before you could even call him that. Like so many others, his father was a violent drunk with no regard or care for his own kin. You rarely visited Dio’s home, but the few times you had and witnessed his father left you trembling. Men like him terrified you; you had seen and heard their violence enough in your short life to know to keep your distance.

His mother, however, was the opposite in every way. From the little nuggets of information Dio shared, you knew she had once been of noble descent, having willingly married his father, a poor commoner. You’d never understand what she had seen in him. But that, as Dio put it, was her flaw—she saw good in everyone, even in those who possessed none.

Dio’s fists were clenched, his hands gripping the tattered wool of his coat as he wrapped his arms around himself, finding hollow comfort in his time of agony. Deep down, he had expected this—had known for some time that it was coming—but that did nothing to ease the weight in his chest as he watched his mother being lowered into the ground. It was a pauper’s funeral, without fanfare or many in attendance. Despite all the good she had done, all she had sacrificed for this undeserving community, no one had cared enough to bid her a final farewell.

Tears of anger welled in his eyes as he glanced at his father, who staggered nearby, reeking of drink. It was a vile display of disrespect—to show up to your own wife’s funeral drunk out of your mind.

He gritted his teeth. It wasn’t fair. For all his grievances with his mother, she was still all he had. His father was a cruel, disgusting animal by comparison. Oh, how he wished it was him being buried instead.

His lips trembled as he looked over his shoulder, catching sight of you standing further back, shivering in the autumn wind. Your hair was disheveled, and the rags you’d bundled yourself in provided little warmth. Yet Dio felt no disdain for your appearance. Your eyes glistened with tears, staring at the grave with a sadness deeper than he could express. You hadn’t even known his mother all that well, and still, you managed to show her more respect than her own husband.

It made Dio want to laugh.

You crept toward Dio nervously, glancing around like a frightened animal. His father was out, Dio had assured you, but you still felt uneasy about entering his home. Even so, your concern for your friend and the tempting warmth of the hovel won you over.

“What did he do?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The dark swirls of black and blue were beginning to bloom around Dio’s swollen eye. In the years since his mother’s passing, his father had started directing his rage toward Dio instead. It made your heart ache, knowing there was little you could do to stop it.

His lips curled into a snarl, teeth bared in anger—a look that unsettled you. Still, you stepped closer, your gentle hand brushing against his bruised face.

“The bastard sold Mother’s dress! And what for? So he could get drunk again!” he spat, swatting your hand away in frustration. You flinched instinctively, lowering your gaze. You weren’t afraid of Dio—never would be. He had every right to feel this way. A quiet, cold anger brewed within you, too, at the thought. His father truly was the lowest of the low.

Dio’s expression softened as he noticed your reaction. His shoulders slumped as he ran a bruised hand through his hair.

“I hate him, (Name),” he said quietly, his voice softer now, though no less filled with distaste.

You met his gaze. Despite being only thirteen, his face held the weight of someone far older. You sighed softly.

“I know, Dio,” you murmured, taking his hand in yours. His knuckles were raw with cuts and scrapes, the freshest likely from his latest fight with his father. He jolted slightly at the coldness of your touch, yet he couldn’t help but feel a bit more at ease.

“Let’s get your cuts cleaned up, alright?” you said softly, offering him a weak smile. You wished, more than anything, that you could do more—heal the wounds on his soul, not just his skin. But you were powerless. All you could give your only friend was a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on.

Dio nodded, watching as you moved around his miserable dwelling. You fetched some water and a rag, carefully beginning to clean his injuries. They were minor scrapes, nothing to fuss over, but a selfish part of him enjoyed watching you tend to him all the same. You were the only true comfort he had. There were others, sure—boys from families like his own—but they were weaker-minded, useful only as assets. He would fight, steal, and threaten with them in tow, using his cunning and charm to get them to follow his lead. He enjoyed the power he held over them, a taste of control he never had at home.

But you? You were different somehow. His oldest companion, a fixture in his life for as long as he could remember. Perhaps that was why he felt at ease around you. You had never seen him as a leader, just as Dio.

Despite everything, you managed to be both witty and kind, a combination he both admired and despised. You were often disheveled, more dirt than skin, dressed in ill-fitting, patched-together men’s clothes. You weren’t elegant by any stretch, and even by the standards of the streets, you looked pitiful.

And yet, he couldn’t deny the warmth that bloomed in his chest whenever you shared these fleeting moments together.

Despite your connection, however, you would not be able to quell the darkness growing within him. It had been set in motion long ago. Still, he mused, perhaps after his father croaked, he could open up your home to you. 

The news had shocked you: Dario Brando was dead. A swift illness had taken Dio’s father to an early grave. It wasn’t uncommon for people to pass suddenly around here, but despite all the drinking, he’d seemed relatively healthy. Still, you felt no sadness for him. Dario had made Dio’s life—and his late mother’s—a living misery. Instead, you grieved for Dio, who’d now lost the last of his family. No matter how much he despised his father, losing the only other person connected to him by blood couldn’t be easy.

But it was Dio’s revelation after the funeral that truly shook you to your core. Just the two of you stood in the graveyard, with the setting sun casting shadows on the weathered gravestones. You searched his face for any hint of emotion, but his gaze was cold, hardened—yet in those intense eyes, you saw something brewing, dangerous and beautiful.

“I’m moving away,” he said, voice low as he stared down at the grave. The words felt foreign, as though from someone else entirely.

You balked, taken aback by the suddenness of it all. “Oh,” you whispered, pulling your shabby coat tighter as a breeze ruffled your hair. “Where to?” You looked up at him, feeling a deep ache at the thought of losing your only friend.

“Liverpool. The countryside,” he answered coolly. “The Joestar family. Some snobby nobles, but as it turns out, Lord Joestar owed my father a favor.” With a sneer, he spat at the grave. “The only good thing to come from that bastard.”

You were silent, struggling to form a response. Dio turned to look at you, only to find your wide, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him. For a moment, he felt gutted. This was what he wanted—no, what he needed. He’d cut ties with his father, carved a path to something better, a chance to claim the life he felt he deserved. His plan was set, his ambition unwavering. He would gain the Joestar fortune, no matter the cost.

But looking at you—lost and vulnerable—he felt a nagging hesitation. A part of him, as irritating as it was, didn’t want to leave you behind.

You swallowed, forcing a smile onto your face. “That’s… wonderful, Dio!” you finally managed, voice strained. “I’m so happy for you!” And you meant it. Dio had suffered more than most, and if anyone deserved a chance at happiness, it was him. But as you congratulated him, your heart broke, knowing that for the first time in years, you’d be truly alone.

And though Dio hardened his heart, telling himself it was necessary, the faint trace of guilt lingered as he walked away.

[dollwritesarchive]

one of my favorite headcanons for dio is that he doesn't allow his darling to wear panties. maybe even forbids it. he just loves easy access <3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, edging, fingering, little bit of degradation/humiliation because dio is and always will be a big meanie, almost blade play ( his sharp ass nails ), suggested past abuse / sexual conditioning ( from dio ), orgasm denial / control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ it’s always a good day when i get to write filth for the man, the myth, the legend: dio brando. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Do you even have the faintest clue why panties are forbidden, pet?” Dio asks, without looking up from the book resting against his crossed knees. “Page.”

with your fingers trembling, you obediently flip the page he’s done reading, shaking your head with a muffled and shy, “Nn— Nn.” with the hemming of your skirt stuffed into your mouth, you’re forced to bite down on it and keep it in place, high and out of the way of your vampire lord’s malignant digits.

the room was icy cold, but you weren’t trembling because of that. your thighs were shaking and sticky from his constant, torturously slow stroking of your sex. the length of his finger slotting between your weeping folds to probe, and you clench around air with a timid whimper. then, his thick knuckle grazed in circles, until your back arched and you tried to ride it. he would, then satisfied with your desperation to be stretched open, drag the sharpest point of his dagger-like, abysmal nail to tease your tender clit, threaten to cut into you.

your body wants to jerk back, escape his cruel taunting, but you were trained much better than that. you stood as still as you could, with your knees bent inwards against each other so that they don’t buckle, and watch his hand disappear between your legs as he tenderizes your sex, and then reappear a few moments later, sticky with your essence.

“No?” he teases, quirking a brow, but his crimson eyes stay locked on the page he’s currently reading, “Of course not. Why should you? After all, does a lapdog understand why it is that her master smacks her muzzle for yapping too loudly? Or does she simply accept that to yowl incessantly will get her popped in her pretty, little face?” there were memories behind his metaphor— the scariest moments of your time with Dio, when you disobeyed or annoyed him. you, too, had found your cheek stinging from his massive palm making contact, and had been banished from his lap to sleep on the cold, hard stone floor for your insolence.

“Page.”

you turn to the next. and you nod to show that you understand: it didn’t matter if you knew why Dio put the rules in place that he did for you, all that mattered was that you obeyed them.

“But, I will tell you.” two fingers worm their way to spread your netherlips apart, and you mewl and grip bundles of chiffon with your teeth, saliva soaking through the fabric. “I will never allow you to wear panties because of this right here. How easy it is to edge your soft, warm cunt when she’s completely exposed. Vulnerable.” when you shudder at the sordid way each syllable rolls off his sinful tongue, you catch a peek at his impish grin, before he jabs his middle finger against your entrance, with just enough force to feel your canal try to welcome the digit in, but he doesn’t slip it inside.

“L—Lord D—Dio!” you cry, the need to feel him take you all but overwhelming and you careen against his hand, hoping to coerce his fingers inside, “P—pleeeethhh…” you mumble, slurred, through your makeshift gag.

“I will have your little cunt drooling and tender for me whenever I please. Like she is right now, so hungry for cock that you can hardly stay upright. Milking air, wishing, begging for me to fuck it. You want me right now, don’t you? You want nothing more than for me to hollow you out? Break your body and your mind with my cock?”

you nod fervently, eyelids heavy with lust from his words alone, and your hips twitch and wriggle, whining for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

his eyes turn up from the page, and stare at your visage, nearly convulsing on his palm, before his tongue scrapes over a pearly fang, one signature dimple visible in the candlelight as he croons. “How much longer can you take this teasing, I wonder? Minutes? Hours?” you were shaking your head, hot tears in the corners of your eyes, but he kept going, as if he enjoyed how nervous the idea of being edged for hours made you. how frightened it made you. “Or perhaps, I leave you soiled and needy now, and play with you every day following, you’ll wake up, tied to my bed, with me between your legs, sucking on your sugary cunt— bringing you right to the very cusp of orgasm and then snatching it away from you no matter how you beg and cry for a release, until you’re so sensitive that the very sound of my voice in the dark alone forces you to cum.” your eyes roll back, defeated and moaning pathetically as he pulls his hand back from between your hips. your jaw hangs slack; the skirt of your dress sagging back into a skewed version of its place, and Dio shoves his dripping fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste just how badly you want him, pushing them deep until you gurgle and choke on them. “The possibilities to torment you are endless and exciting, my love, and that’s why you will never wear panties again. Turn the Page.”

[nicherayyy]

JJBA MASTERLIST

La Squadra x Child Reader Celebrating Halloween🎃

La Unita x South Park! Child Reader

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

La Squadra x Teenager Reader

La Unita x Oblivious Child Reader

Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand

La Squadra helping Child!Reader with math homework

La Squadra x Child! South Park! Reader

Sister Figure Trish x Child Reader

Young!Joseph Joestar x Fem! Reader

La Squadra x Ocean Lover Child! Reader

La Unita x Chaotic Child Reader

Yandere Dio x Fem!Reader Phantom Of The Opera AU oneshot

Josuke x Sibling Reader hcs

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

Ghiaccio x Child Reader hc🧊

Sorlato x Child Reader hc

Jonathan x Child Reader hc

La Unita x bug lover Child!Reader

La Unita "helping" Child!Reader with monsters under their bed

La Squadra x Teen!Reader who’s dating Giorno

La Squadra x Child!Reader calling them dad/big bro for the first time

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child

La Squadra and Child!Reader celebrating Christmas Headcanons🎄

La Squadra x bullied GN! Child Reader  (ice cream couple included)

Bucci Gang babysitting La Squadra's child

La Squadra x Child Reader who throws a tantrum

La Squadra x GN Teen Reader coming out as gay

La Squadra x Child Reader who has a childish crush on Bruno

Child Reader interacting with La Squadra stands

La Squadra x Sick Gn!Child Reader

Imagine being La Squadra's child and in trouble with Prosciutto

Giorno Giovanna with Sibling!Reader hcs

[xsmutreadersx]

They go like "I can change him 🥺🤞" and then it's Dio Brando 💀

[crowandmousewritingco]

Cover Ups & Turtlenecks

Pairing: Dio Morrissey x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: R (there is no plot. Just kink)

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: We love exploring kinks! Kinks can be fun! Just always make sure you notify your partner first ('^~^) Also, I know this is technically not the 7th when I'm posting this, but it would have been posted on time if I didn't get a migraine while finishing this.

Masterlist

Warnings: Language (I think that's it, but if not please let me know)

“Dee, have you seen my snake button up? You know the one you got me for Christmas a couple of years ago?” You pushed around your hung up shirts for what felt like the millionth time. Tonight was the dinner you had set up with your parents, you’ve had this dinner for months, they were finally going to meet your boyfriend, Dio.

“I wore it to dinner with you last week to meet your friend -Benny- and his new boyfriend Frankie. I think it’s still in the washer. I can throw it in the dryer alone if you want.” Dio poked his head into your shared bedroom. The two of you have been living together for almost a year now, at first you felt that maybe the two of you were moving a little too fast, but as time went on, always being able to fall asleep next to and then waking up every morning to him sleeping there in bed next you, had made you realize you wanted to be around him all of the time.

“No it’s okay. I don’t know what shirt to wear now though.” Sighing out in frustration, you 

crossed your arms, resting your right elbow in your left hand, right hand pinching the bridge of your nose. You’ve had this outfit planned for a couple of days now, and you never planned a back up outfit. As you stood there, stewing in the frustration, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Feeling Dio pull you into his chest you could feel the frustration simmering down until it was practically gone. Relaxing in Dio’s arms, you rest your head back on his shoulder. 

“We could always reschedule with them, I can think of a few things we can do instead.” You felt his breath on the shell of your ear, the feeling causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. A soft groan slipping from your throat at the feeling of Dio dragging his lips down your neck, pressing a small kiss on the way to your shoulder. Once Dio’s lips found your shoulder, he began to nip at your flesh softly. The feeling of each little nip earned Dio a couple of whines from you. “Gods, you know how much I love those pathetic whines.” His voice was slightly muffled by your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. Feeling his lips part slightly, a low hum vibrates through your chest. The hum quickly changes to a loud, breathy, whiny moan at the feeling of Dio biting down on the top of your shoulder. 

“Fuck Dio,” Feeling Dio loosen his bite, you take a shaky breath in. “W-We still have to go to my parents’ place.” When his lips pulled from your shoulder you felt yourself relax a small bit, so did Dio because in that moment of relaxation, he quickly bit onto your pulse. The action causes your hand to fly up and grip Dio’s hair, earning yourself a muffled groan from him. You gripping his hair must have fuelled something in him because the second the groan stopped, he had moved down your neck, not too much below where he had just bitten. 

Feeling Dio bite down this time however, you could feel him bite down harder. The feeling only makes you pull on his hair, only egging him on to bite harder, and that’s what he did. As Dio’s force got stronger, the higher your head flew. That was until you heard a low growl coming from his chest, the sound wasn’t enough to pull you from your head high though. The thing that was? It was the feeling of Dio pulling off of your shoulder, spinning you around, and picking you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Wrapping your arms over Dio’s shoulders, you re-tangle your fingers in his -surprisingly- soft hair. 

Before you could even try to protest, Dio forcefully smashes his lips into yours, causing you to gasp almost. Dio seized the opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth, a familiar iron taste sweeps across your taste buds. At first you want to fight away from him, this was something the two of you talked about trying, but you never got around to it, until now; but the longer you let his blood covered tongue fight with your tongue, the hotter the coil burns in the pit of your stomach. 

You hadn’t realized you were being carried till you felt Dio toss you on to the bed. Panting you look up to Dio, eyes locking with his, his normal deep coffee brown eyes were now black from his blown out, fervor filled pupils. You could see how disheveled his hair had become and a single trickle of blood running from the corner of his kiss plumped lips.

“D-Dio, we still have to go to my parents’ for dinner.” Your breathing had finally evened out and now you were trying to do the same with your thoughts. Pushing yourself onto your elbows, you watch as Dio rakes a hand through his hair, in an attempt to tame it. Pushing yourself up to your knees, you place your hand on Dio’s chest; you could feel Dio’s heart pounding behind his breastbone. “Dee, my parents are expecting us in,” You looked over your shoulder to the clock you kept there “just in case” -as your argument- to check the time. Looking back to Dio, you cross your arms over your chest. “A half hour.” As you drop your arms and get off the bed you feel Dio grip onto your hips, hard. In one quick, hard pull you feel his chest on yours, his breathing causing his chest to rise and fall quickly. 

“I can be quick,” Before you have a chance to say anything, you feel a harsh tug of your hair. As your back collides with Dio’s chest, you feel a moan get dislodged from your chest. “We both know that. What’s even better? I don’t have to fix the problem because we,” In a playfully teasing voice he mimics what you had said to him, A half hour.” You go to tell him that’s not what you sound like you feel one of his hands grab your jaw and tilt your head to expose the unbitten side. Before you even have a chance to react to the head tilt, you feel Dio forcefully bite down on your shoulder, a yelled curse being ripped from your throat. Alongside the biting, you could Dio suck every so often, unaware of his plan.

Feeling Dio let go of you, you whined softly. Feeling him plan soft kisses around the area he had just bitten, the action causing you to sigh out in contentment. After a few more peppered kisses, the kisses grew more hungry and needy. The kisses quickly becoming nips and bites, before he bit down just under the previous bite, this bite overlapping the previous. The bite this time wasn’t as hard, but the force behind the sucking was harder.

Hearing the ‘pop’ of Dio’s lips coming off of your neck, the cool air causes a shiver to run down your spine. Letting go of your face, you let your head drop slowly, your heart pounding. Closing your eyes you calm your racing thoughts and calm your heart. Opening your eyes, you lift your head and look over your shoulder, your eyes locking with Dio’s once again. Furrowing your brows, you look over the cocky smirk plastered on Dio’s face. 

“We have to leave now if we’re going to make it on time.” Feeling Dio tap your ass, you huff out.

“Rude.” You climb off the bed and cross your arms over your chest once more. 

“Guess we have something to look forward to, do we?” Dio asked as he grabbed one of your black turtlenecks. Looking at the shirt, you tilt your head, confusion morphing your face.

“If you want your parents to know why we were late, there’s one of your flannels on the floor too.” Tossing you the shirt, you reach one hand out catching the shirt, your other hand reaches up to your neck and pressed softly where he had bitten, causing you to wince.

“Good point.” Sliding the shirt on, you walk towards your dresser and pull out a pair of your dress pants. Stepping into them you look to Dio, “Can you see any of the bitemarks, Mr. Dracula?” You tease as you button the pants.

“Very funny, if you don’t move your head too much you’ll be okay Cornella.” Laughing softly, you walk to Dio.

“You know, you’re kind of a dork right?” Once beside him, you grab Dio’s hand.

“Having knowledge of a piece of classic literature doesn’t make me a dork. It makes me well educated.” Interlacing your fingers with him, you softly tug him to the door.

“We can argue about the fine details later dork, we have to get going now.” You chuckle softly. You hear Dio scoff in response.

“And I love you too, dork.” You feel him squeeze your hand softly, a soft smile stretching across your face.

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Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

      Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.

       You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"

      You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.

      "You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.

       You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.

      "I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

      "Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.

      Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."

      "I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.

      "I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."

                              🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

        "Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.

      You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."

       "Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"

"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.

       He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."

You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."

      "Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.

       This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."

      "Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.

       Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.

       "That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."

      "I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."

     You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.

[bebegi]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

short compilation of texts that they sent you when they think about you ♡

genre: fluff | established relationship & lovers-ish [?]

warnings: none <3

series: kakyoin & ermes | dio [part 1] & narancia | kira [part 8] & okuyasu

notes: love making mean dudes all grumpy about his feelings tee hee

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

[uwurakax]

˖ ˳·˖ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄! ᥫ᭡

-> 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 <-

✩ "these fatal fantasies giving way to laboured breath" ✩

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 finding an obscure otome game on the internet wasn't on your 2024 bingo card, but with only the cover art and no blurb, you decided to give it a shot. it looked promising enough at the start, and nothing could go wrong, right? ✩

★ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 various jojo's characters x f!reader (( jonathan x reader || dio x reader || joseph x reader || caesar x reader || jotaro x reader || kakyoin x reader || josuke x reader || rohan x reader || kira x reader || giorno x reader ))

★ 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 otome || university/college!au || isekai || alt!universe ||

★ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 prologue || one || tba

★ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ongoing!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 the manhwa title please. i'm so normal about these dudes it's not even funnyyy. new fandom unlocked? idk i've been wanting to post jojos for ages - also not limited to just the pairings, depending on how i feel, i might add more, but im feeling the challenge ~

-> will eventually be cross posting on ao3 here ✩

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎 ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]

you could beg him all you wished.

you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.

Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”

the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.

“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”

“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.

Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”

your eyes roll back at that.

why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?

had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?

you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”

“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”

[sparda-ly]

dio x (intovert) reader

note: i sincerely apologise to the anon that wrote this request! i deleted it by accident, and i don't remember exactly what you wrote, so please let me know if i messed up anything! this is slso very rushed, and yes i can see how badly it is written. i will update it once i have some free time, i promise. once again, i'm very sorry 😞

warnings: none

you didn't really have a lot of friends, maybe one or two, you weren't particularly a "people" person, however, you were kind and polite

you blended in with people, you didn't really stand out from the crowd, just a normal girl who doesn't really socialise unless nessecary

however dio noticed you

despite his fake arrogant extroverted personality, dio often found himself needing a break from everyone.

and you, you were perfect.

beside you he could actually relax and let his guard down

you guys could sit in silence for 7 hours, and then talk like it was nothing

he loved how you didn't talk to a lot of people, his jealous and possessive side definitely was jumping up and down from joy

the whole school was shocked when they heard the news about you guys dating

it probably was the most interesting and unexpected thing that ever happened in the shithole

it was most likely dio who told everyone you're together, knowing the prideful mf he is

while some students were only confused, other were quite... envious

knowing that the introvert girl who always sits at the back of the class and no one literally notices, managed to get the famous dio brando, who every girl had dreamt about at least once

they didn't however know that it is him who is the lucky one

his personality and behaviour is very hard to understand, however just being around you made him open up

your mere present brought him comfort, something that he hasn't felt in years

and he was forever grateful for that

[bits-and-babs]

((☁️)) + 10 + Pedro Pascal as Shane 'Dio' Morrissey. He's such a little rat bastard, I imagine him aged up, of course, probably after he gets out of prison? Somewhere in his 40's.

((You're so nice, wah I tried to look and couldnt find it like a dummy, so so sorry about that!))

“𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey x f!Reader

warnings: 18+ you nasties. Masturbation, exhibitionism, echoes of Dio’s god complex!

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“F-Fuck-“ you choke out, tears welling in your eyes as you bury your hand in your panties and finally give in to the throbbing need between your thighs.

24 hours. You only had to wait another 24 hours and Dio would be home, but you’re burning for him already, desperate for some friction against your neglected clit. His parole meeting was tomorrow, and his lawyer was certain that it would be granted. Years of behavioural therapy and positive steps left the board with no choice.

The promise of his hands and lips in yours, his voice in your ear whispering what he’d do to you. His letters he sent you during incarceration were filthy— you knew he intended to keep his promises.

Whimpering softly, you rock your aching clit against the heel of your palm in the darkness. You can feel it, the creeping crescendo of your orgasm ebbing at the edges of your mind.

“So, it looks like you’ve betrayed me,” a rumbling voice sounds from the doorway of your bedroom, shocking you out of your impending bliss as you sat up quickly against the mattress. Your wide eyes fall on Dio, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks odd like this, without his piercings. The holes had closed back up after years without them. Grey litters his black hair, fine lines and creases by his eyes.

“I-“ you choke, and Dio raises his finger in warning.

“Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand? Hmm?” He coos, and you can feel your face burn under his gaze. You watch his hand drift down his sternum, palming himself through his trousers. “Parole meeting was pushed forward. Got to come home early.”

Oh…

“Well, don’t stop on my account. If you ache for me, prove it.”