#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.”

[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

[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

[dewdrop-writes]

Blood of Ambition - Chapter 2: Reflections in Ash

Dio Brando x (f) Reader

I feel odd writing specifically fem readers but for this specific storyline it made most sense so idk

cw: canon-typical violence, Dio still very much committing atrocities

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Dio’s life had taken a drastic turn. After a long journey in a carriage—the first time he had ever travelled in one—he arrived to a truly remarkable sight. The manor stood grand and sturdy, with intricate, towering windows that allowed light to flood in from every angle, capped with a glimmering deep-green roof. It didn’t seem real. He knew that the upper class enjoyed the finer things in life, but not a single townhouse or hovel from his old neighbourhood could compare to the Joestar estate.

He quickly steeled his expression. He had to play his cards right, and appearing as a wide-eyed street rat in awe of the Joestar fortune was not an option. With a deliberate, arrogant stride, he exited the carriage, eager to close the chapter of his life that had led him here—and tear it from his story entirely.

Dio was not fond of the Joestar brat. The boy stood in the way of his ambitions merely by existing. Born into wealth and privilege, yet awkward and unpolished, Jonathan was a paradox Dio despised. He, himself, had learned to harden his heart long ago, so he felt no qualms about unleashing his cruelty.

With startling ease, he found he could toy with the boy however he pleased, facing no consequences. It took only a few sweet words, a carefully crafted look, and the old man was won over. Dio relished how his own charm outshone Jonathan’s in every way, from speech to manner. The twisted pleasure he felt when Lord Joestar scolded his son for his lacklustre performance was something he had grown to nurture.

Of course, usurping Jonathan’s place as heir wouldn’t be so easy. Dio had to pull out every stop, and he did so with calculated precision. He humiliated the boy in front of his friends, slowly isolated him, and made every move with the skill of a seasoned chess master. He gathered a new flock of followers, more refined than those he’d manipulated in London, though they were still nothing more than sheep in his eyes.

But it wasn’t enough. His thirst for cruelty only grew, as did his hunger for control. He supposed his resilience and willingness to dirty his hands was the one gift from his father that he appreciated. To secure his place, he knew he had to break Jonathan completely. He had thought he’d succeeded in crushing the boy’s spirit by ridding him of that infernal dog, but Jonathan’s resilience surprised him. Now, he had somehow even acquired a female companion.

Dio hadn’t completely forgotten you—the one person he might’ve once dared to call a friend. Occasionally, his thoughts would drift away from his ambitions, back to the streets of London.

How were you doing?

There was little he could do to satisfy his curiosity; your world was days away, with not even an address to tether it to his own. He had been deliberate, ruthless in shedding the remnants of his past, moulding himself into something that could pass for nobility. Yet, some part of him was concerned. Were you still stealing? Begging for scraps? Had you been caught by the Yard without his guidance to shield you?

Then there was Erina, entering Jonathan’s life with her soft kindness, her eyes filled with that same warmth that you once showed him. A subtle jealousy mingled with resentment. He found himself wondering: what would you think if you saw him now, standing in the shadow of the Joestar fortune?

Dio felt nothing but distaste for the girl. She was from an acceptable family, dressed in fine silks, her hair neat and tidy. But her carefully sculpted gentleness couldn’t hold a candle to you—the fire and spirit that had shaped you, that fierce resilience he had admired. Erina’s pure, sheltered demeanour only highlighted her naivety, and it stung all the more for how easily her kindness lifted Jonathan’s spirits.

But Dio supposed he could remedy that. She was honourable and unguarded, an open book, and he knew it would be no challenge to drive her away from Jojo’s side. A single, stolen kiss would serve his purpose—a simple, calculated move, nothing more than a checkmate in a game he intended to win.

Yet the moment his lips forced against her soft ones, a rush of images seared through his mind: he could almost see you in her place, your eyes blazing with a mix of hatred and panic as you wiped your mouth furiously, disgusted by him. The thought sent a wave of anger through him, surprising him with its intensity.

Would you look at him with those same accusing eyes if you saw him now?

Though Jonathan’s burst of righteous fury had been an unexpected and humiliating blow, it ultimately sharpened Dio’s focus, allowing him to reconfigure his plans with greater subtlety. Jonathan was clearly stronger and more resolute than he’d first appeared, a fact that required more finesse from Dio’s scheming hand.

Suspicion lingered in Jonathan’s eyes, but over time, a tentative illusion of trust began to form between them. Jonathan, it seemed, had finally stepped onto the chessboard, stepping up to the rivalry Dio had initiated. And as the years passed, they grew into civil young men, appearing as brothers bound by fate and upbringing.

At least, that’s how it seemed to an outside observer. Dio had no qualms about slipping into the role of the perfect brother and dutiful son. It was almost effortless—another mask, another performance.

At seventeen, Dio returned to the bustling streets of London. Four years had passed since he’d left, yet everything still felt so familiar. Lord Joestar had errands in the city and had encouraged his “boys” to join him. Jonathan had accepted readily, and despite his own hesitation to revisit his roots, Dio had followed suit.

The streets they now strolled through were cleaner and finer than the ones he had known in his youth. After all, it wouldn’t do for two young noblemen to be caught lingering in the capital’s filthy slums. Dio walked leisurely behind Jonathan, his crimson gaze sweeping lazily over the surroundings. It felt strangely surreal to parade through the city clad in clothes tailored from the finest fabrics, his pockets now heavy with coin. He noted the stares of awe and curiosity from the common passersby, who easily recognized the wealth radiating from both their manner and attire.

Suddenly, Jonathan came to a halt. Dio frowned, a teasing remark on the tip of his tongue as he followed his gaze. They stood before a modest bakery, unremarkable at first glance, yet the sweet aroma drifting through the air was undeniably enticing. But it wasn’t the pastries in the window that caught Dio’s attention—it was the young woman carefully arranging them.

You.

Your hair was no longer a tangled and dirty mess, now neatly tucked beneath the kerchief covering it. A dark brown woollen dress draped modestly over your figure, simple but clean. An apron shielded your clothing from flour as you gently arranged a new selection in the display. You looked healthier, no longer bearing the ashen, malnourished pallor of your past. Despite your plain attire, there was a glow about you.

Dio’s heart stalled, skipping a beat in surprise at the sight.

“How about we grab a couple pastries, Dio?” Jonathan asked, breaking the blonde out of his momentary trance. “It smells wonderful! I’m certain father would appreciate some too.”

Dio was ready to protest, but before he could even mutter out a single word, Jonathan was already heading towards the building. Ice flooded his veins as he followed suit cautiously.

Would you recognize him?

The bell above the door chimed, alerting you of new customers. Quickly, you brushed the flour from your hands onto your apron and hurried to the counter, a warm smile on your lips. You were momentarily taken aback by the tall young man before you, his frame towering over you. Despite his imposing size, his expression was gentle.

Your gaze swept over him, noting the fine quality of his attire. He was clearly wealthier than most of your usual customers. You offered him your brightest smile.

"Welcome, sir! How can I be of assistance?"

At the sound of the bell once more, your eyes shifted — and your breath caught. Another young man had entered, dressed just as finely, shorter than his companion by just a touch. His golden hair shimmered in the light, and his piercing crimson gaze held you, pinned in place.

A jolt shot through you at the uncanny sight before you. The young man differed so much from the feisty boy you had grown up with. Gone were the baggy rags, the days of swiping bread from bakers, or brawling with the other boys in the neighbourhood. Now, he looked polished, finely dressed, carrying himself with the poise of someone born to this life. Only his captivating eyes and those unmistakable birthmarks hinted at his past.

Your breath caught, your smile faltering for a moment before you tore your gaze from him, returning your attention to the man before you. The man gave you a warm smile, his gaze flickering over your selection with curiosity.

"I think I’d like to try an Eccles cake… perhaps a scone?" he glanced at you sheepishly. "What would you recommend?"

Your eyes flicked briefly to the blonde approaching the two of you. “I just baked a fresh batch of gingerbread, if you’re interested. Would you like to try one? I set a couple aside just for that.” You offered him your sweetest service smile. His eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes! That would be wonderful, miss!”

You stifled a laugh and reached for the basket you’d stowed away behind the counter, its bite-sized treats nestled neatly inside. You held it out, your smile growing ever so slightly as the young man eagerly took one and bit into it.

“This is delicious, miss!” he said, turning to his companion with enthusiasm. “Come and try these, Dio!”

After a moment’s hesitation, Dio stepped closer. You could barely conceal your awe at what a refined man he had grown into.

Would he even recognize you now?

You hadn’t spoken in years, so you could hardly hold it against him. He had moved up in the world, and his days of associating with a lowly girl like you were far behind him. Still, though you hated to admit it, you had sometimes wished he’d at least tried to contact you in some form.

Reaching his hand into the basket, your eyes met. His cold expression of indifference shifted ever so slightly, hesitance in his lingering gaze. You could tell from the subtle twitch of his brow and flicker of his eyes: he did recognize you.

Dio bit into the gingerbread, his gaze never leaving you. There was something different about him since your shared childhood—something complex, almost sinister, simmered beneath the surface.

All he offered in reaction to the treat was a noncommittal hum. If this indifference was uncharacteristic of him, his companion didn’t seem to notice. Despite Dio’s magnetic pull, you forced yourself to focus on the other young man before you. He was much kinder than you’d expected of nobility, open and friendly in a way that surprised you. If your intuition was correct, this had to be none other than Lord Joestar’s heir.

“I almost forgot!” Jonathan exclaimed, turning to Dio after paying for his selection. “I need to send this letter for Father! Would you like to accompany me?”

Dio cast you a veiled glance.

“No. I’ll… stay here a moment longer. I think I’ll get a couple of treats for myself.” His voice was steady, but beneath the smooth indifference, conflicting emotions flickered in his gaze.

You stood in tense silence as Jonathan dashed out, leaving you alone with Dio. You swallowed thickly, sneaking a glance at him. His expression was unreadable now, a far cry from the boy whose thoughts you once understood with a single look.

“(Name),” his deep, commanding voice jolted you from your thoughts, and you jumped.

“Dio,” you replied evenly, keeping your tone as neutral as you could. Your younger self was screaming to rush forward, to sweep him into a tight embrace, but the older, wiser part of you held that urge firmly in check.

You studied him warily, noticing his gaze sweep over you with a detached, almost clinical interest.

“How did you end up… here?” he asked at last, his brows twitching ever so slightly. To most, the movement would have gone unnoticed, but you caught it, picking up on the faint curiosity behind his guarded demeanour.

“Here?” you replied, crossing your arms as you leaned against the counter.

“Well,” he paused, observing you with a touch more interest, “you look… nicer than I recall.”

His words held a cutting edge, and while you might have taken offence were this anyone else, coming from Dio, they stung differently.

“Nicer? As in, not begging and stealing? Wearing clothes that actually fit?” you tried to keep your tone light, but you lacked Dio’s practised skill in hiding emotion. A trace of bitterness crept into your voice despite your efforts.

Dio’s lips curved into a faint smirk that never quite reached his eyes.

“Yes, that’s one way to put it.”

You couldn’t decide what hurt more: his words or the cold indifference behind them. You cast a desperate glance out the window, almost hoping for a customer to save you from the thick tension settling between you. No such luck.

Clearing your throat, you fidgeted with the broom, sweeping at the fine layer of flour on the floor just to occupy yourself. His intense gaze trailed your every movement.

“The baker here, Mr. Haverford, caught me stealing a few years back. I thought he’d turn me in on the spot, but…he offered me a job instead.” Despite yourself, a small, fond smile slipped onto your lips as you recalled that day.

You had been so terrified then, barely fifteen, clutching the stolen pastry in your trembling hands. Mr. Haverford had stood over you, his large hand resting heavily on your shoulder. Yet he hadn’t struck you, hadn’t dragged you to the authorities, hadn’t even raised his voice.

Instead, he’d smiled—a gentle, compassionate smile.

“I’ve lived and worked here since,” you murmured, sneaking a glance at Dio. For just a moment, you thought you caught a flicker of something in his expression: his brows lifting slightly, his lips parting as though to speak. But the moment was fleeting, leaving you wondering if you’d seen it at all.

Taking a hesitant breath, you forced a faint smirk onto your face.

“You look well too, Dio. I trust you’ve been doing all right?” Your voice was soft, but a hint of teasing laced your words. You felt breathless, waiting for his reply.

This time, there was no mistaking it. The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“I suppose I have. The Joestars have been…kind to me.”

Despite the seemingly gracious words, a familiar unease stirred within you. It felt as though there was something he wasn’t saying, a part of him hidden beneath the surface. But after four years apart, the connection you’d once shared had faded, leaving fragments of familiarity in its place.

“Who was that young man with you?” you asked, catching your lip between your teeth.

Dio’s hands tightened at your question. He’d noticed the easy way you and Jonathan had conversed, and it unsettled him.

“Jonathan. Lord Joestar’s son. His son by birth, that is.” His voice chilled, his eyes narrowing as he studied you.

"Ah." You nodded, finally setting the broom aside as another tense silence settled between you. 

Had you offended him?

Your gaze darted around the room, and you lit up with relief as the bell above the door chimed again. Your expression softened, melting into familiarity as a regular stepped inside.

“Hello, Charles! What’ll it be today?” you asked, flashing him a genuine, easy smile. For a moment, you could almost forget Dio’s stifling presence behind you.

But Dio’s demeanour only grew frostier. The young man who had entered looked about your age, plain in every conceivable way, though not poorly off. And yet, you smiled at him with a fondness Dio remembered all too well, one that had once been his.

"Some apple tart, please! It’s my mother’s favourite," Charles replied cheerily, paying Dio no mind, his gaze fixed solely on you.

A laugh bubbled out of you, light and genuine—a giggle.

“You’re in luck! Mr. Haverford took the day off, so all of today’s treats were baked by yours truly.” You flashed a toothy grin at Charles, whose face lit up with excitement.

Dio’s eye twitched as he watched the fool’s eagerness grow, the blush of his cheeks and ears a tell-tale sign.

“Fantastic news! I can always tell when it’s you behind the baking.” Charles leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t let Mr. Haverford hear, but yours are better!”

You giggled, a warm pink hue spreading across your face as you rolled your eyes. “I’m not giving you a discount for flattery, you know!”

Dio tuned out the rest, his gaze flicking between you and Charles, his hardened expression barely concealing the simmering irritation. Had you truly replaced him with some common, insipid fool?

By the time Charles finally left, Dio had stewed long enough. Thoughts churned and frustrations swelled within him with every shared laugh or casual glance between you and that nobody. Yet he forced himself to keep his composure.

“Who was that?” he asked, cocking a brow at you, his voice smooth but lacking its usual restraint. There was a crack in his perfect mask, just the slightest slip that told you he wasn’t as detached as he appeared.

“Charles is a regular,” you explained, your smile fading slightly as you watched him exit. “He often gets treats for his siblings or mother.”

Dio’s brow twitched, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “He likes you, you know.”

You stammered, wide-eyed, heat rising to your cheeks. That earned a chuckle from Dio, a real, genuine sound you hadn’t heard from him in years.

“That’s—Dio!” You struggled for a response, attempting to glare at him through your embarrassment.

This felt strangely familiar, almost nostalgic.

Dio merely shrugged, his smirk widening. “I can read people like him easily.”

You frowned, unsettled by his choice of words. People like him? You felt the urge to snap at his snobbish tone but managed to bite back the impulse. “Whatever, Dio. Even if he did, it’s hardly any of your business.”

There it was again—something swirling beneath that composed exterior of his.

Before the tension could mount any further, Dio’s tall companion, Jonathan, re-entered, gaze flickering between the two of you. He seemed to sense the charged atmosphere lingering in the room, his expression softening as he turned to Dio.

“Let’s go. Father’s expecting us for dinner.”

Dio narrowed his eyes slightly, but he gave no argument, stepping toward the door. Jonathan cast you a quick, concerned look before the two disappeared through the exit, leaving you with only the quiet echo of their departure.

You assumed that this chance encounter would be nothing more than that. 

But it appeared as though fate held other plans for you.

[xsmutreadersx]

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

[ravenzeppeli]

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.

[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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[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!

dio masterlist I| main masterlist |I follower celebration I| ask |I

“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.”

[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.”

[pfpanimes]

⌕ jojo’s bizarre adventure - dio brando.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[dollwritesarchive]

Dio's definitely the type to be like "just the tip" and then it straight up turns into noncon because hes a meanie like that. His excuse will probably be something along the lines of "you're just too cute I couldn't resist" 😳

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!joestar!reader, noncon, stepcest ( kinda ? adopt-cest?? if there’s a better term for this let me know? ), dio calls reader baby sister and little sister, loss of virginity, mean!dio, size kink, suggested abuse ( emotional and physical ), blackmailing, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ IF I DONT WRITE FOR DIO AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH I WILL PERISH. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Dio, don’t—“

it was all you could manage to blurt out before his large hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your protest to being bent over the dining room table. now, you could hear nothing but his heavy breathing in your ear, and the clinking of tea cups against their saucers as you struggled and pulled at the tablecloth. you’d knocked one over already, and stare at the steaming, amber liquid staining the pristine, white cloth. you would be in trouble for that later.

“Shhh, shh, sh.” Dio squeezed his fingers tight against your lips, but his other hand was grasping wildly at your skirt, wrenching it and your slip up to toss the flowy fabric against the small of your back before grabbing a fistful of your cotton panties. “Didn’t I say that I’d be nice if you were good?” he had said that, however Dio’s definition of nice simply meant that he wouldn’t twist your arms behind your back, so tight that he might break them, until you gave in and kissed him even though you would beg and beg him not to. or, that he wouldn’t sit on your chest, pinning you to the ground with all of his weight so he could fuck his fist and cum on your face while you cried.

it wasn’t a one time thing, no matter how many times you told him you didn’t want to do this with him, Dio was much bigger, much stronger, and much more cruel than you. he’d do and say anything to keep you as his little toy, even going so far as to threaten to tell your father and brother that you were sleeping with him. on the days he blackmailed you, you were always relatively compliant. you let him use your hands like his own, or let him grope at your ass while he did it himself, and you tried not to cry too loud, lest he get annoyed and get rougher with you.

instead of jerking the lingerie off of you, his thumb presses against the fabric, prodding your netherlips to part around the pad. “What I needed was a little help from my baby sister, I was suffering. Couldn’t you tell?” Dio croons when you blindly stomp at his feet— even if you managed to clip his toes under your heels, you weren’t strong enough to do any real damage against him. “I told you what I needed, no? It wasn’t that hard, just ‘drop down on your knees, close your eyes, and open that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll do all the work.’”

bucking back against him in hopes to wriggle free, you’re reminded of just how solid he was; big and immobile. it was like slamming yourself back against a brick wall, one that pushed itself into your shove and forced you back on to the table. “But you couldn’t even take the whole head in your mouth, could you? Crying to me that it was too big and you were too nervous. You didn’t want to choke on it, did you?” you shook your head, trying to scream against his palm that you didn’t want to do this— it was wrong, but your words were so muffled and jumbled that even if he was listening, he wouldn’t be able to decipher them. “You didn’t want to get caught sucking my cock, either, right? Well, don’t worry, little sister, nobody’s going to see you suck cock.” he pulls you up by the grip on your face, until his breath is heavy against your cheek, his other hand pulling your panties halfway down your trembling thighs. “If any of the kitchen staff happen to be eavesdropping, or if your father and JoJo return home early from their trip, they’re going to see me stretching your little cunt over me instead.”

both hands immediately flee to claw at the one he has clamped over your mouth, desperate for a chance to speak, a chance to plead with him. Dio knew you were a virgin, and he liked that. a lot. deep down, maybe you always expected something like this to happen, but now you were facing it, and you were terrified. if you knew Dio as well as you did, he wasn’t going to be gentle. guiding the crown of your head back against his pectoral, your eyelashes fluttered as you realize you’re screwed into a position perfect for looking up into those devil ruby eyes of his. just like he wanted. “There, stay right here and look up at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes get big and watery when I put it in—“ you squeal in opposition, shaking your head back and forth, trying to grip the skin of his palm in your teeth.

Dio shoved his lower body against yours harder, using his hips to pin you in place against the table so you couldn’t squirm too much while his hand flees from your panties to blindly undo his trousers, scoffing when you get even louder, even more restless and dig your nails into his arm, “Don’t be such a crybaby,” he purrs, grasping his cock at the base once he’s shimmied his pants down enough, and guides himself to rub his tip against your folds. you were slick and warm, and he groans, worming the head inside against your body’s resistance, “I’ll just give you the tip, nice and easy. I promise. Now, stay still and let me stretch that cunt.”

his lips find your forehead, smirking against it as he forces your body to stretch open around the swollen head of his cock, and your eyes widen and well up with tears just like he predicted, one helpless whimper reverberating in his hand. “Ahh,” Dio moans against your temple, letting go of himself once he was inside, grasping a handful of your ass instead, “How does that feel, little sister? Doesn’t it feel good to take your first cock?”

you squint as you look up at him and whine, pressing your wet and clumped lashes together to keep your tears from escaping your eyes— it wasn’t that it was incredibly painful. Dio was sizable, but if you’d been more prepared with foreplay, this might’ve even felt good. you knew that, but you also knew that Dio didn’t care. he never cared if you liked it, only that he did.

but his eyes are fixed on yours, reading all the hate and fear in them, and it only turned him on more. it only made him want to hurt you more. his grip on your ass tightened, nails digging in until you’re squirming, and he pushes his hips forward, breaking his lousy promise by shoving the remaining inches into you. you should’ve never believed that he would have so much self control, but the overload of cock has you screaming against his hand, your thighs vibrating when he bottoms out. “I’m sorry, baby sister,” he pants, dragging his open lips over your forehead, “but you’re just too tight. You look too cute trying to handle the tip, you’re making me want to fill you up and watch you break. I can’t resist,” Dio pulls back only to ram himself back into you, hilt deep, over and over again, falling into a mercilessly deep and hard rhythm that had you sobbing, knocking dishes off the table as you scramble for something to hold on to. “you’ve made me this ravenous. This rough. You’ll just have to be a good girl and take it until I cum, won’t you?”