#part 3 dio x reader

[berryvalentine]

If your still doing the mistletoe thing can I get one with part 3 Dio 🥺👉👈

Mistletoe Meetings ♡ (Closed)

You weren’t exactly sure of the reason why DIO had called you into his chambers. You never were sure what was next for you as you’ve heard horrible things happening to others who DIO had met. You had been the human who had been held in DIO’s mansion the longest. Naturally you had been frightened at first - unsure of what he was going to do with you, but it seemed that he became rather fond of just... talking to you. The way you two interacted and got to know each other was kind of familiar; reminding you of the stories people tell of a person who ends up falling for someone who could be seen as being quite ‘monstrous’ but you quickly brushed those thoughts aside. You should be focusing on finding a way out of here! Even then... it’s not like DIO treated you badly. He was always quite attentive to you and made sure you were always taken care of... 

“What kept you?” DIO asked when you finally got closer to him.

“Well, I --”

“It’s just a jest.” DIO seemed to chuckle, you were too fun to mess with. All humans seemed to cower in front of him, he never seemed to get tired of that feeling. Of course DIO also didn’t want you to be too fearful of him. 

“Right...” You managed to chuckle just a little bit, it might be offensive to DIO if you didn’t find any entertainment in his jokes. 

“I know it’s the holiday season, so I didn’t want you to feel lonely.” DIO made this sound like he was doing you a favor, but you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had been the one feeling lonely.

“That’s...very considerate of you. Thank you... Lord DIO.” You had learned he enjoyed being addressed this way. Maybe that’s why you were still here.

“ In fact, I wanted to give you a treat.” DIO smirked. 

You couldn’t fathom what this ‘treat’ might be, and you definitely didn’t expect DIO to pull out what looked to be a mistletoe.

“I, DIO, wanted to do something festive.”

DIO explained this as he finally stood up and headed your way. He now held the mistletoe above your heads, although it seemed so far away from you as he was reasonably taller than you were. 

“Festive? Really?” You question this - it’s not that you were opposed, but it came as quite the surprise!

“Yes,” DIO smirked again.

“Unless you don’t want that.”

“No... I do.” You weren’t sure at first what you were saying, but you knew ‘no’ wasn’t really an option either. At first you listened to him because you had to, but now it seemed like maybe you did want to kiss him. Although he terrified you a bit there was something enticing about him too. 

“Then come closer.” DIO beckoned you over with his finger. He realized he would have to bend down a bit to reach your lips better. 

Before you could lean forward, it seemed DIO had leaned in first with his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer now kissing you deeply. 

It felt like a trance of some sort as you kissed him back... Perhaps that fairytale was playing out and you were now wanting to fall for someone who could be considered very dangerous.

Maybe you liked that danger... 

[lady-of-endless]

Husband!Lawyer!Dio Brando x reader headcanons

(requested by: @00aw)

Author's Note: Thank you for such an interesting request and for being so polite and patient. Hope you'll enjoy it!

- Dio knows he's good-looking, and he uses this well. Even as a lawyer, he uses this fact as an advantage. However, he will always wear the wedding ring so that no one would get foolish ideas.

- You will be able to tell when he had a bad day at work because it's all over his face. He won't have that proud smirk on his lips, his eyes are dead and he doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't want you to pity him. The best thing you can do when he's like that is to distract him. He prefers these distractions to take place in the bedroom.

- Dio is a very skilled lawyer and that comes not just from experience but from constant intense studying as well. You always notice how he gets extremely focused while reading. As unapproachable as he might look at that moment, he actually craves for you to come from behind and kiss him on the nape of his neck briefly.

- He will sometimes twist the meaning of your words or even put words in your mouth to get what he wants but he won't play with your emotions. You're his wife though, the only one person who trusts and cherishes.

- He loves how you wrap your arms around him from behind in the morning when he's fixing his tie in the mirror, before work. The warmth of the bed still clings to your body and for him, it feels like a reminder of what he will come back to after work hours.

- Dio is putting his sharp tongue into good use even with you. He always has the right words to charm you and even forget that you're upset with him if you had a fight with him. And he always knows what buttons to push when it comes to you.

- His love language is mainly teasing and playful banter. Be careful, sometimes he might say some offensive stuff. But even so, going to bed knowing he offended you doesn't feel right to him.

- Because Dio is one of the best in his branch of work, he is popular and highly requested by many. Therefore to say that he is a busy man is an understatement. He knows that he doesn't have that much free time for you and he is grateful that you didn't get sick of this already. He might be busy, and mean, but in reality, he is deeply grateful that you're still there with him.

- If he has a complex case that frustrates him, not knowing where exactly to start with it, he will need you. He'll give you the files (because he trusts you) and ask you to read the pages to him out loud. Somehow listening to the same information he read being recitated by you helps him.

- If you happen to be in court just to watch him in action, he won't hesitate to playfully steal glances at you and then switch to full professional mode in less than seconds.

[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 ♡

[gothic-thoughts]

Earned It

(i got down bad wit this one, lawd 😩)

Part 3!Dio x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, HardDom!Dio, Concubine!Reader

CW: from the back, sub!reader, pillow riding, a little choking, fingering, teasing, 💦ing, a little bit of a headlock (fuck i luv this man its so bad😩🙏🏾), filthy talk, unprotected cream🥧, Dio's breeding kink shines through (cuz he def have one)

Word Count: 1572 (give or take)

"Dio please.”

My ears perk up-- the sound is nothing if not a distraction from my reading. The voice was faint and low, but because of my incredible hearing, it rang like a bell in my head despite being across the mansion--where my harem was supposedly asleep. I close my novel with a chuckle. My untitled name, hm? I don't recall being on a first-name basis with any of my women.

I stand from my chair, causing the handful of minions around me to flinch away from me as I walk toward the double doors across the room. The instant I stepped out from the stone, soundproof walls of my library, it was obvious that the hushed whimpers belonged to (Y/n). I chuckle, beginning to walk down the corridor, footsteps silent so I could continue to listen to those adorable noises of hers. How cute; her moans were always my favorite. However, hearing them without me present is certainly a surprise.

I step into (Y/n)'s chambers to find her in the candlelit room, sitting in the center of her bed with her back to me. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe as she humped her naked cunt onto the pillow bunched between her chubby thighs. A smirk slowly forms across my face, watching her hold her hair up to keep it off her sweaty neck and back as quiet gasps and moans fill the air. I struggle to keep myself in check as I watch her pleasure herself.

"Unh... Oh, Dio, fuck~"

I exhale slowly to regain enough control to discipline her. Untitled again? I stalked closer to (Y/n) until I stood at the foot of her bed, looking over her bare dark skin that shimmered from sweat in the golden candlelight before gently grabbing her neck from behind, my fingertips firmly pressed on both pulse points. She yelped in surprise, dropping her hair as her hips stopped rocking. Now frozen in fear, her heart raced and her breathing was still ragged from her pleasure.

"Who's Dio?"

She gulped. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio, I--"

"Shhh, shh, shh." I kiss the top of her hair, "Don't apologize, answer my question. Tell me who this 'Dio' is."

"You." She mumbled.

"What was that, angel?" I press my cheek to hers and whisper, "I couldn't hear you; speak up."

"I said y-you."

"Ah... so you're calling out my first name without my permission? How rude. Since you want to be rude, should I teach you some manners then?"

I feel her face warm up as blood pools into her cheeks from sheer embarrassment. (Y/n) shivers against me and boldly tilts her head against mine as my breath hits her exposed skin, her pulse still pumping past my fingertips. Mm, always know just how to get yourself out of trouble. I press my body to her back and my other hand wraps around her, dipping between her legs to feel the wetness on the pillow before sliding my fingers up to her soaking clitoris. God, you're my favorite.

She huffs, her voice cracking a little. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio."

"No, you're not, "I whisper against her neck, "No the fuck you aren't."

I continue rubbing quickly at (Y/n)'s sensitive clit while leaving wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and jawline. She grinds against my hand, her cunt drolling all over the pillow under her as she moans and gasps.

"Fuck, I'm supposed to be disciplining you."

"Mnh, I apologized."

"Sorry is only a word. I came to punish you, but you're such a professional at escaping trouble, aren't you?"

"Yes~"

"So sneaky, yet so obedient. What am I going to do with you?"

(Y/n) lays forward, looking over her shoulder at me as she slowly spreads her legs, hiking her robe over that plump ass to reveal the inside of her wet thighs that glistened from the candle flickering across the room. I chuckle as I undo my belt and drop my bottoms. Fuck... she is a problem.

I throw the pillow she was humping onto the floor and crawled onto the bed until my hands were firmly planted on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, my back hovering above her just enough for her to feel the chill of my undead body. I grind my hard-on against her through my boxers on her already sensitive clit, watching as she whimpers.

"S-Sensitive."

"Oh, I'm sorry love. Did I stop you from cumming on your pillow? Would you like to finish?"

"No!" She gasped before quickly composing herself, "N-no I want you to fuck me."

I bury my face in her neck and stop grinding myself against her, "Too bad. You are mine, therefore I fuck you when I'm ready, understood?"

(Y/n) lifts her hips and pushes her ass back on me, making it hard for me to follow my own words. I slap it harshly to which she quickly lowers her hips back to the bed. I chuckle at the disparity in her tone.

"Please Dio I need--"

"Saying my name again without permission?" I lean to one side of her and smack her ass hard, "You underestimate my patience."

"Ah!"

"You seem to believe you're in a position of authority and you aren't. I should leave you here for your pillow to finish you off."

"N-no please, I'm sorry." (Y/n) whines, tugging the sheets, "I'm sorry, just please."

I slap her ass again, "What is my name, concubine?"

"Lord Dio..."

Another slap. "When am I allowed to want you?"

"W-Whenever you want..."

A final slap reddens her left ass cheek, "And when I do, what is your response?"

"Wh-Which room."

"Or...?"

"Which hole."

I mount her again, slowly sinking my thick length into her soaking pussy, feeling her legs tremble under me when she gasps aloud. Relishing in the grip as I push in even deeper, I tuck my forearm under her neck, pulling her impossibly close to my chest and restricting her breathing just slightly. With a soft grunt in her ear, I start thrusting my hips down, stroking her most sensitive spot, the intensity making her yelp out and grasp at my forearm around her neck.

"F-fuck~"

"Mm, your cunt is always so greedy. No wonder you lack patience... You must think with it."

(Y/n)'s cunt clenches around me as she finally cums, squirting onto my pelvis. It flexes and massages me with every adorable mewl that spills from her mouth as she quivers beneath me. Ooh, already? I forgot she was touching herself. I chuckle and continue plunging into her pussy, listening to the squelches echo with every downward thrust of my hips.

"Lord Dio~! Y-yes please!"

"Does this feel good? Huh? Do you like this?"

"Yes, I need you~"

I look down, watching as I disappear and reappear from her snug cunt, my cock shimmering with her cum every time I withdraw. I looked back up to her face in time to see her eyes roll back which made my girth twitch. I pull out and thrust deeply, my new depth making her eyes roll back again as she cried out.

"Shit~" I grunt in her ear, "I think you've earned the pleasure of saying my name. So what is it?"

"D-Dio~!"

Her cunt starts to squeeze my dick tighter as she starts to grind herself against my thrusts. "Oh fuck.. Again."

"Dio!"

Sinking my nails into her squishy thigh, I spread her leg from the other, giving me better access to fuck her deeper, feeling her pussy tremble around me. (Y/n) whimpers loudly, her hips squirming away from my thrusts in an attempt to stop my speed despite her clearly enjoying the building pleasure of a second orgasm. The sounds of skin clapping echo off the walls in her bedroom as I keep her legs open and continue to pound into her.

"Don't run from me, precious. You know you love it, just look at the mess you made. You're not going anywhere."

"It's too much! Too much, feels too f-fucking good~!”

"That's it..." I whispered, kissing the back of her neck, "Again. Cum again."

"Fuck, right there Dio!"

"Yeah? Right there~?" I can't help but chuckle a little at her helpless state, "Going to cum inside you... So... So, so deep... Ungh, you want it?"

(Y/n) nods frantically, breath hitching in her throat from how close she was again.

"Use your words and speak up."

"Please, oh god, please~ I..." Her breath catches in her throat as he pants, "I want it!"

"Good, because this...?" I reach under her and rub her clit, "...Is mine. Understood?"

"Y-yes Dio~! G-gonna... M'gonna cum!"

Shit...shit...shit. (Y/n) buried her face into the mattress as her leg-trembling bliss bubbled over, causing her to squirt all over my cock again. A couple of strokes later and I bottomed out inside her as deep as I could and coating the inside of her cervix, never slowing down my thrusts to force out every single drop of cum I had.

I slowly pull back, letting my cum coat the rest of her tight channel. My hips stutter from the sensitivity as I slide out completely, looking down at the mess she made on my pelvis and shaft before sliding back in to feel my warm seed cover my balls. Her body stops shuddering for the most part as she pants, letting me stay buried inside her as I sit up.

"Fuck..."

[almostuniquecherryblossom]

Why aren't there more Jotaro X reader, I've read them all

[cutoruncut]

Dio from JJBA

[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

[blond3ang3l]

Country boy dio! who only loves his sweetheart and their little family.

__________________________________________

Who convinced you to come live with him on the farm. He spends every day workin hard on it. Dealing with all the animals, workin in that hot sun all day. Harsh tan lines turning his once pale skin a golden bronze. His blonde hair slicked back into his mullet. Sweat sticking to his skin from the past four hours of him barreling hay to keep everything in pristine condition so you didn't have to worry about a thing.

It had been such a long time since he had left his piece of shit to rot in his loneliness. Once his dear mom had passed and things started to get bad between him and his dad he left and didn’t look bad. He started doing any work he could to get. He went from dealing to helpin in some different shops doing just about everything. Within the years he had fucked up and had four kids. He loved them even if he knew he didn’t have means to care for them. He did his damned best to make sure they had what they need before he had anything.

Shit was hard for a hot minute. That was he stumbled across an elderly couple who were saying how they needed to get rid of their old farm but had no one that even wanted to look at it. He couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. It was hard for the first two years but him and the kids had somewhere warm to stay. He ended up confiding in Jonathan who felt like it was his duty to help Dio. He ended up talking to some friends and spread word around about Dio’s work and soon enough people were coming to him for just about everything. Business was booming all year round.

He never expected any kind of success, just wanting to make enough to get by but this was amazing to him. But he did have a problem, having four little boys was not easy. Especially when he went out to the city to restock on stuff. Ungalo and Rikiel were both over hyper and god it was hard to keep up. They would run around the store like they would back on the farm. Dio would always scold them but this time he couldn’t because he was as actually glad they did since that led him to meeting you.

He had noticed they ran away once again and when he saw them they were in your arms as you asked them where their parents where. He was shook by your looks. The way your clothes fit, huggin you nicely. The books you were once holding now pressed against his chest. He could see the dermal piercings on your chest peeking out your shirt. It was so new to him and god be moved it.

He snapped out of it when he saw the boys pointing at him and he had to rush over while still holding Giorno and Donatello.

“M’ so sorry bout that. These two given me hell.”

“Don’t worry bout it, I got siblings I know how it is. You and mama must have your hands full.”

“Nah s’ just me.”

“Oh shit, my bad hun. Didn’t mean to like be insensitive.”

“No no, don’t worry doll.”

You smiled a bit at the name as you handed off Ungalo and Rikiel to him.

“I’ll see you around I’m hoping?”

“Yeah, most definitely.”

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“Pa! S’ getting too hot out here. Come in the house!”

He turned around when he heard your voice. He put his pitchfork down and took in the sight of you standing on the porch. You looked so fucking good. Your curls were framing your face, your plump lips with a small frown due to you hating how the sun was beaming against you. Dio loved it though, seeing it bounce off your moisturized skin. And you of course weren’t by yourself no. You had his- you guys four little boys. Giorno on your hip, rikiel standing next to you and holding on your leg, and ungalo chasing Donatello all around the porch.

He wanted to marry you then and there. You accepted his four boys and raised them like you had given birth to them. And the boys loved you like no other. Often fighting with their papa to get your attention. Rikiel and Giorno were especially bad. They absolutely adored you. And dio hated to admit it but he sometimes grew jealous at how much you babied the boys.

He made his way over to you when he realized you were still callin out to him. A small smirk appearing on his face as he approached you.

“Miss me, doll?”

You didn’t even get to respond when Donatello and Ungalo tackled their father into a hug. They only 6 and 7 but they were damn big boys just like they daddy. He chuckled as he picked them up into his arms as if they weighed nothing.

“Y’ four bein good for ya mama/papa, huh?”

Rikiel was the first one to speak up, peeking from behind your legs.

“Ma/pa said you were gonna take us t’ the city! And that we were gonna see TiTi Erina and Uncle Jonny!”

Dio cocked an eyebrow at this which caused you to explain.

“Erina called earlier while I was cookin. It’s lil Lisa Lisa’s birthday tomorrow. Wan’ take the boys to see their cousin. Plus I could do some shoppin while we’re out there. Get the boys some new clothes. Same f’ myself. Like to look good f’ my man.”

Dio couldn’t help but chuckle at your last comment. He also took notice at how his accent was starting to rub off on you.

“Yeah alright, guess m’ takin you four t’ the city after all.”

Amid the kids cheering Dio had leaned down to plant a kiss on your glossy lips. But the kiss was cut short when a tiny hand tugged at Dio’s hair. It was none other than his youngest boy Giorno. The mini version of him, they were so alike even though he was only a mere two years old.

“Y’ lil brat, can’t hog ‘em all to y’self.”

He was only met with babbles from Giorno which made you chuckle.

“Protective jus’ like his daddy.”

“Hmph. Guess he is.”

His smile grew on his face as he watched you usher the boys into the house. God he loved you more than life itself…

Part 2 coming soon!

[jojikawa]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙞𝙤: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙩 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚? | 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙚

WICKED EYES

🦋 — Read all the previous parts!

🩸— This is a dark romance with descriptions of violence, gore, racism, sexism, and NSFW themes. The reader is black in this AU but this story can be enjoyed by all walks of life. This chapter contains manipulation. (no smut, no gore)

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“(y/n), tell me, what does it mean to live?” 

You froze in the middle of your actions. “Dio, what are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyes with concern. He didn’t exactly adorn his typical cunning look, but instead, more sullen. His thumb rubbed your inner waist tenderly as he held you.

It had been an indeterminate amount of time since your lustful night with Dio. Being held captive here with a stand user warping the mansion to prevent your escape made you lose track of time. You had gotten Dio to soften up by offering your body to him from time to time. But sometimes, your body isn't enough. To him, you weren’t just a body; a means to an end for his sexual gratification. You were a person, with a mind, and he wanted to know your thoughts. Your personality and intelligence are why he’s chased after you for so long. After all, his goal was to make you more like him. Today, he humbly requested that you sit on his lap and feed him desserts in an attempt to bond with you. It was him trying to follow Pucci’s advice for being a good husband but failing to make any sacrifices on his own part.

“You’ve walked free for 100 years. I want you to tell me what it means to live.” He reiterated. “I asked Enyaba but her answer was worthless to me.” You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. “Worthless?” You stuck the fork you had been using to feed Dio into the slice of cake you were sharing. A sigh left your lips. “Why didn’t you like her answer?” You tilted your head. Dio rested his head in his other palm. “Because, how would an old hag like her know what it means to live? I could just ask the undying beauty in front of me.” You expected his mouth to curl into a sly grin as usual. You expected his eyes to narrow at you like you were a piece of meat but—he didn’t.

Dio’s face was somewhat neutral as if he were trying to think. It was almost—cute. Perhaps, you should try to humor him…for once.

“To live is to be happy. To be free.” You told him, somewhat thinking of yourself. You were trapped and hopefully, he’d get the message.

His nose crinkled up upon hearing your words. You feared he didn’t like your answer either. What was he expecting? You gave context, hoping that it would make him feel a bit better since he wasn’t exactly getting what you meant.

“While I was by myself, I did things that made me happy. New things that I didn’t even know I could be good at. Like singing.” You smiled softly, thinking back to your days when you’d go by many different identities to keep making new music.

“Singing? How boring.” Your husband rolled his eyes and shifted his weight in his chair so that he was now looking away from you. Your smile faded and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What’s boring is being trapped in a coffin for 100 years at the bottom of the sea!”

“Well, Darling, I didn’t have a choice. You did and you chose to entertain others. I want to hear more about your gluttonous adventures.” Dio began to smirk. He seemed to only be interested in what he liked and not what you liked. It sort of made you sad causing your neutral mouth into a frown. Your relationship was always just you trying to appease him and then he helps himself to whatever he wants, whether it be other women when you deny him, your attention, or your body when you’d finally give in.

“They weren’t ‘gluttonous adventures’ okay? I just can’t control myself sometimes—it seems.” Your gaze shifted to the ground. You were somewhat ashamed of your behavior. The more you tried to stop yourself from being a monster, the stronger that monster became. You heard Dio ‘hmph!’ next to you. “Well, for starters, you can stop starving yourself and feed freely.” His eyes returned to you before he instinctively got angry. 

“And if you didn’t know, you can always feed like this…” He raised his hand to your neck. His large hand wrapped around your dainty throat. His claws entered your skin but it didn’t hurt. “…so when it comes to feasting on those beneath me, use your hands and reserve your lips for me.”

“You’re certainly one to demand exclusivity while you go around and impregnate other women.” You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the newfound anger any time you thought of his unfaithfulness. Dio’s smirk returned to his handsome face. “Should I have punished you some other way? I would’ve taken your womb by force but…I already have it.” He chuckled darkly. He waited with anticipation of his first child with you. It would be just one of many and they would grow up to rule the world, just like him. He just hoped that they wouldn’t take after their stubborn mother. The last thing he needed were lions that had soft hearts like sheep. 

“And you’re oddly proud of taking away my autonomy.” Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration. You still didn’t like the language he used when talking to you…but that wasn’t a "you" problem. It was a Dio problem.

You had begun to lift yourself off of him only to be pulled back down. He secured his hand around your waist even further. “Oh, don’t you even think of leaving me yet.”

Dio leaned close. So close that his nose brushed yours. A smirk was plastered on his face and, for a moment, it seemed like he was about to kiss you…and you could tell he wanted to. His eyes were set on your plush lips that were already chapped from his excessive urge to press his lips to yours.

For a moment, it did seem like he’d kiss you until he pulled away. His eyes grew cold and he seemed annoyed that he needed to rip them away from your beauty. He looked around the room as if he heard something.

Enyaba suddenly entered the room. She mentioned something cryptic to Dio. Something about training the power of his stand. What power? The only thing you could call back to was your repeating actions the day you tried to leave him again.

His anger melted away before he released you. “I’ll come find you again.” He said as you got up from his lap. You wanted to ask what exactly he’d be gone for but you knew he wouldn’t answer you. The only way to find out would be to pry the information out of a servant..or use your stand on them.

You flashed him a charming smile. A smile that caused him to blush.

“Okay. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Oh. So that’s what it meant to live.

Your smile. Your approval. Your happiness.

Your attention. Your body. Your mind. Your soul.

Your…everything.

Your motherly instincts made you check on Petshop. The sweet bird was just as loving as ever. Although you loved him, you couldn’t help but wonder why Dio chose a bird and not something like a cat or…dog. It felt as though he was mocking you—almost. You felt like a small bird in a cage of bones. A trap with no return. But Dio’s gift to you was a large bird. One that was free and could fly wherever it wanted. It would go out every day but return back to you with free will. Just thinking about it made your eyes fill with tears.

But before you could cry…you noticed something particular about Petshop. On his talons were…ice shards? At first, it didn’t mean anything but then you remember that you were in the middle of Egypt. It was much too hot for ice to last, let alone form at all. The bird allowed you to remove them but you’d surely bring this up to Dio later. You couldn’t help but feel like he was keeping things from you. Pet shop was beautiful but you couldn’t help but wonder where he came from. It was also clear that Petshop wasn’t an ordinary bird. He was somewhat larger than any bird you’d ever seen and despite being gentle with you, it looked ferocious. It had to be a while animal…

It was enough faking your happiness. What you really wanted was to find out how Joseph and his grandson were doing. Judging by the obvious, the boys must be successfully defeating Dio’s minions. The only other people who were close to you and Dio in the mansion were Enyaba and Pucci. In reality, he was more of a “friend” to Dio than to you but he often extended his kindness to you as well. You didn’t have any friends here. Dio’s minions “worshipped” you but the person who ultimately listened to was Dio. Any one of them would turn on you at the drop of a hat.

Some time had passed when you were with Petshop. You were mesmerized by your stand. She was so beautiful and although she looked like a humanoid creature, it felt the same as looking in a mirror when you saw her. You wished that you could fully understand her power. Enyaba refused to help you by orders of Dio and he had isolated you so much that you didn’t get to exercise your power at all. 

That was until…

“Lady (y/n)…?”

An unknown person has entered Dio’s private study. Petshop’s relaxed body was not at attention, ready to attack anyone who dared come to hurt his owner.

“Yes?”

You were lying down in Dio’s oversized armchair by yourself when they had come in. You sat up, unable to make out the figure in the darkness. The voice and build let you know that it was a man but it wasn’t anyone you had recognized. As the man got closer, he gasped upon seeing you.

“You’re just as beautiful as Lord Dio described.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Who are you?” You questioned, seeing the person who came from the dark. It was a tall man with white skin. He was paler than Dio and he had brown hair. His outfit consisted of a purple jacket and leotard decorated with a similar heart motif that your husband’s new yellow clothes adorned. The ones that Enyaba had just begun tailoring for him.

“Please, my lady, call me Vanilla Ice.” The odd man got on his knees, clasping his hands together as if he were begging for mercy. “Lord Dio has assigned me to be your personal servant from now on.”

Your eyebrows raised. “My personal servant?”

Petshop observed your body language before going back to rest. It seems Vanilla Ice wasn’t a threat.

“Why would Dio send you now? I don’t need to be served.” You crossed your arms. Somehow, you felt less sympathy the more often you saw Dio’s minions. Perhaps, you were jaded from knowing Dio all your life because you couldn’t understand how he was able to charm so many when he was barely charming in your opinion.

“I’m sorry, my lady, but Lord Dio insisted. I am not allowed to let you out of my sight.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Out of your sight? For what purpose?” You crossed your arms. “Explain yourself.”

Vanilla Ice began to sweat. You could see the droplets forming on his forehead. “M-My Lord has told me that I shouldn’t burden you with such details…”

“What? I just spoke to him. Take me to where he is right now.” You commanded, making the servant’s expression worsen. “But—” The man took a step closer to you.

“Now.” 

“Lord Dio doesn’t believe you should leave this room anymore. He’s told me that you may be jeopardizing his future plans.”

He was trying to lock you away again, huh? Well, you wouldn’t allow that. Especially not in this hot Egyptian Heat. 

“I don’t care! Take me to him right now or I’ll find him myself.” Just as you finished speaking, you felt a sense of regret. You didn’t know this man. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have yelled at him…but what is done is done.

Unbeknownst to you, Dio was only just training to harness the power of his stand, but he was taking time to create insurance for you and himself, solidifying the chances of his return. He knew you didn’t approve of his relationship with Pucci. You’d never stop pestering him about it and he didn’t want to risk your stand undoing any progress he’s made in grooming the boy into doing exactly what he wants.

Vanilla Ice couldn’t help but get antsy. He felt as though failing Dio’s orders would get him on his bad side.

Upon taking you to Dio, you saw that this room was much darker than most. Enyaba was there as well. If you were being honest, you began to dislike her. She filled Dio’s head with disgusting thoughts of plot and murder. You felt as though any progress you made in your relationship with him was undone by her. It made you want to kill her. That feeble old woman. 

“Oh? And what is this?” Dio’s voice held an innocuous tone. He didn’t see upset that Vanilla Ice couldn’t so easily contain you. Around his hands were purple vines with thorns. They looked slightly out of place as if they weren’t real. At least, you hoped that your husband wasn’t actually sprouting vines from his forearms. “I am NOT letting you lock me up again.” You hissed as you pushed your way into the room, disregarding anyone who may be watching. No matter how angry you’d get, Dio hardly saw you as a threat. He could even admit that he enjoyed it when you clashed with him. The thought of a pretty rose poking him with thorns kept him on his toes. No matter what, you fueled his love for you and his ego.

Perhaps, Ice was the wrong person for the job. 

“That’s fine. I won’t lock you away.” Dio manipulated his voice to sound inviting. Maybe he made a mistake. The two of you were doing so well together. The vibes that surrounded his hands and forearms grew and they subtly made their way over to you. Instinctively, you took a step back, not yet familiar with the variety of stand powers due to Dio’s constant sheltering of you and withholding secrets.

You backed into the chest of a large man. He held you by your shoulders, not allowing you to escape. The vines wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to Dio.

You weren’t able to resist the sensation filling your body right now. It was from the vines. You reached down to try to remove them but that only made them hug your waist tighter. A smug look covered Dio’s visage. He waited until your bodies were only inches away before he spoke.

“What is your stand power? As my wife, you must answer and you must do it truthfully.” His hands settled on either side of your waist as the ethereal plants layered themselves around you. 

You had no idea what Dio was referring to…

You didn’t know what your stand did. You just talked to people and things happened.

Dio’s eyebrows knitted together slightly at your hesitation. He opened his mouth to speak but you finally spoke first.

“Mother’s Mercy can cause its targets to make better decisions.”

The man raised an eyebrow. His fingers squeezed slightly before pulling you a bit more forward. “What else? Is that it?” He asked you. Well, more so, he asked Hermit Purple. The stand was forcing you to give information. “Better decisions?” He repeated. In a fit of frustration, he let you go. He stepped away from you and his face became one of disgust. “How worthless.” 

A stand is a manifestation of the soul. You were his Queen, his Goddess who would rule alongside him. So, why has the universe granted you such a gentle stand?

“Enyaba, can I shoot her again? Would that give her a more ruthless power?” 

The old woman shook her head. “Shooting the arrow again would not have any chance of improving her granted abilities and it could disrupt the pregnancy.” She grumbled, pointing her walking stick at your belly. It was protruding a little bit. Weeks have passed since you got pregnant and now you are beginning to show.

“No, Dio, please. Not again.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse and you shook your head, recalling the pain you were in when you were first shot with the stand arrow. It felt like you had been boiled alive. The sensations were unnatural. Even with your vampire augmentation, you were unable to resist its torture.

“What good is a stand that makes my associates join my enemy? I should just lock you up and be done with it.” He began to pace around the room. “Show her out.” 

You felt Vanilla Ice tug on you but you didn’t budge. Snatching your shoulder away from him, you stepped towards your husband. “I am not going back to that room. I’m not staying locked up. I want you to stop this and call off your henchman from attacking Joseph and his grandson.”

Dio didn’t turn to address you. “And why would I do that?”

“Because, they didn’t do anything to you, Dio.” Your furrowed your eyebrows. A “tsk” sound left his mouth once you said that. 

“Do you know what Jonathan did to me…?” His tone shifted. He sounded hurt but angered as well. Dio strode over to you and grabbed your delicate hand with force. He raised it to his neck and your fingertips tips grazed the scarred issue that kept his severed head on that stolen body. “He did this. On the night of our wedding.”

“What was supposed to be the most special night of my life that I waited years for…” He let go of your hand and you let it fall to your side. You couldn’t tell if he was being vulnerable or arrogant but it seemed personal. 

While Dio might've felt like you were the only woman to ever understand him, the reality was that you didn’t. You were just able to adapt well to his unstable personality. Perhaps, that’s why he clung to you like this. Maybe, he knew and simply didn’t care if the two of you understood each other. Maybe…all that matters to him is that he could be himself and you couldn’t run away.

“So, you’re going to kill a random child because you feuded with Jonathan?” Your thumb ran over the tip of your index and ring finger.

Already, you memorized the feeling of his scars. You barely touched them. You never wanted to even though it was clear Dio yearned for it. He was too prideful to beg for it too. You didn’t want to acknowledge the confusing reality that you could be having the child of Jonathan. It made your heart want to burst. It made you want to disappear.

“Jotaro Kujo isn’t a random child. I want to destroy what’s left of the Joestars…” He made Hermit Purple appear again. “And if my minions can’t dispose of him then what better way than to do it with Jonathan’s body?”

The stand snaked up your arm and you could feel its imaginary thorns sinking into your skin. “And if you love me, you’d understand. Do you love your God?”

The same sensation from before took control of your body. So many things ran through your head but you couldn’t form any speech. “E-Erm…” you purse your lips but soon find yourself unable to make eye contact with Dio. His face became increasingly more alert. His pupils retracted as his eyes widened.

Hermit Purple vanished. You couldn’t answer even while being forced to talk.

“Get her out of my sight and take her back to her room. If she resists, use force.”

hey. thx for the wait.

@z3r0art

i cant remember if someone else was supposed to be tagged so pls let me know if you're missed.

[yoshhii]

UNKNOWN FEELINGS— yandere!dio x reader

DIO SAT BORED IN HIS CHAIR reading one of the many books he had from his library. with nothing to entertain him he tapped his slender fingers on the now closed book. his mind once again focused on getting rid of the joestar bloodline. with jotaro and his “acquaintances” he noticed a particular person. that person seemed to be female standing at (height).

the joestars and their friends where such a headache, but you where quite different. oh how much he hated you. you where mearly a pest, an annoying fly that would come back when you would shoo it away, a cockroach that seemed to always live no matter how many times you try to kill it. just what where you doing with his enemies? he almost felt sorry that he will have to kill you as well. dio has felt like this for a long time, until he got the chance to take a good look at you, a certain someone has managed to sneak a picture while you weren’t looking.

you seemed rather pretty a nice figure with beautiful e/c orbs that glistened in the sunlight, your eyes were half lidded as a gentle smile appeared on your face. you seemed to be at peace and just enjoying your surroundings. your skin looked so soft and your h/c hair seemed to be greatly taken care of. dio would be lying if he said you didn’t look gorgeous.

what made you even better was when he heard that you and the joestars managed to defeat some of his servants. it was rather impressive and he wonders what kind of stand you possessed, but he knows it is no match for ‘the world’. the thought of him standing above you while you bled out in front of him was rather….arousing. how interesting, dio has never had thoughts like this before.

a week has passed and these thoughts had only gotten worse. he needed to get rid of them, he needed to do something, he needed you. everytime he saw you whether it be a picture or in the middle of the night, his heart skipped a beat. it was rather obvious dio has fallen in love with you. but this wasn’t your normal kind of love, he was obsessed.

how funny, someone as charming and powerful as him has fallen in love with a mere human as you. of course there where others that where strong too but they where nowhere near him, that’s another reason why he needed you by his side, was to protect you.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

you would be buying take out for yourself since there was no dinner. there was some food at the hotel you where staying at, but none of it looked satisfying to eat. kakyoin has asked if you needed assistance but you have assured him that you where fine. what a terrible mistake…if only you knew the consequences of grabbing some food by yourself. as you where walking down the sidewalk with your food in one hand it seemed rather…quiet. there where no cars driving or people around.

‘how strange’ you thought.

usually you would see a car or two pass by, not even a cricket was making a sound. but once again with a fanfic cliche, that was before everything went black.

you woke up feeling dizzy, your vision blurry and your head hurts…almost like something has hit you from there. wait where were you? you looked around only to find that the room was rather dark. the only source of light would be from the candles that hung around the room. you seemed to be lying on a king sized bed, there where even bookshelves around the walls. trying to comprehend what just happened you tried to get up only to be stopped by ankle cuffs.

“ i see that you are finally awake ” a voice says near you.

you looked by the door and see a rather tall man, with beautiful golden hair as his ruby red eyes stared into yours. you wanted to scream.

‘ what was happening? who is he? where is kakyoin and everyone else? ’

you tried to call out your stand only to find yourself being chocked the next second, feeling his long pointy nails gripping your neck.

‘ what the hell? ’ how was he suddenly in front of you?

“ i would normally kill someone such as yourself right now, but i am willing to spare you, so let us make a deal, hmm? ” the man’s smooth silky voice said in your ear.

“ you will do as i say and in return i will guarantee your safety, you mustn’t worry about jotaro or your friends i can assure you that they are perfectly fine. ”

struggling to breathe you managed to do a slight nod, he smirked in satisfaction and let you go.

“ one of my servants has prepared you new clothes, you will find them on the table stand next to you, i will see you soon love ” and with that he was gone.

many questions popped up in your head. ‘why would he call me love?? what did he know about jotaro? was he a friend of his?’

no that couldn’t be, it’s obvious he’s much more than that. ‘was he actually safe?’ but for now you can only hope that what the man said was true.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks…just how long have you been here? you often wonder if you will ever escape always hoping that someone would just bust in and help you break free. but you learned that will never happen, being stuck here made you learn a lot of things.

you learned to always obey the man that kept you imprisoned in this mansion, dio. only talk when spoken too, stay by his side at all times unless told not too, be his perfect little pet. you hated being called that, it was like the woman y/n no longer existed and is now an obedient play toy. there where a few times where you almost escaped, so close to reaching that door of freedom but of course vanilla ice was there to stop you.

you screamed and thrashed to get out of his grip, only to be pushed in front of someone. carefully pulling yourself up, you slowly look up…recognizing the shoes of the man who put you here in the first place. dio let out a sigh. after all this time have you not learned anything? did you not see that everything he did was for you?

he was there to protect you and give you all your needs. he spared your life so you didn’t end up like the women he had previously eaten. he wouldn’t dare waste such a beauty like you, there may be times where he needed to give you a little….lesson…but it was out of love. dio excused vanilla ice and you would soon find yourself laying on a bed. no this couldn’t be happening…surely he’s not going to do what you think he is doing, is he?

the closer he got the more you wanted to scream, but you knew better. dio leaned down in front of you slowly rubbing his cold hands against your body, “ you know you really are so beautiful, “ he started, “ you truly are a precious gem, a beauty only one can be described as a goddess…but you know that beauty only lastes for so long, it slowly looses it’s spark, getting old, and eventually dies….you however….”

dio paused as he takes his left hand to reach something , “ i don’t want to ever lose you, you are mine and i wish to spend eternity with my darling. ”

a smile crept up his face as he brought something towards your cheek, but his smile seemed off, before you could say anything you felt immense pain. all you could see was a red liquid and feel the warmness of your blood dripping down your face. was…this…a mask?

he did it…dio finally did what he’s been waiting for, after all this time you would finally be with him forever. tears started to form in your eyes, this couldn’t be happening, this isn’t what you wanted. you wanted to live a normal life and grow old with the ones you loved, not this monster. all your hopes and dreams slowly faded away as you felt your nails grow longer, your skin drained of color and your precious e/c eyes turned a dark red.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

“ doesn’t this look nice my love ” dio said as he fixed your dress.

you where standing in front of a mirror, the same mirror that you use to get dressed like the many nights before. it was now dinner time, and you would walk with dio to the dining room.

“ of course it does dear ” you said as you forced a smile.

dio hummed in satisfaction, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. it seemed you two where just standing in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. before you could break the silence he lays his head on your shoulder.

“ i love you y/n ”, he whispered.

you tensed up, dio knew you hated responding, this was like a game to him, taunting you knowing you have no choice but to say it back. taking a short breath you once again reply,

“ i love you too “.

dio lifts up his head and turns you around, bringing a finger to your chin as he forces you to look up at him. he stares at you for a moment before slowly closing his eyes and leans in, you know what he wants, this was part of your little routine, so you know you have to do the same. the kiss lasted a little longer than usual, he must be feeling like that tonight, how disgusting.

before things go any farther he stops and suddenly walks away. of course, he didn’t see you as nothing more than a toy, only someone to cure his boredom. or was he simply teasing you knowing you’ll want more later?

you sighed as you look in the mirror once again. taking a good look at yourself, hair nicely done, nails freshly painted, and a beautiful (color) dress that stopped just before your knees…just how dio likes it.

this was your life now, obeying dio and giving him whatever he wishes. he always claims to love you but his definition of love was clearly different than what you know. he was so protective of you, no other man dared to look at you, even if you weren’t with him. if anything was bothering you he would get rid of it within seconds. if you needed anything, you would have it in your room the next day.

a new pair of clothes? already in your closet. need something else to spice up your skin care routine? you’ll find it by the bathroom sink. not feeling like yourself? you will find a plate of your favorite food and a bath that is ready for you. you once asked him if he had anything to do with it, he just let out a “tch” and denied it, it was an obvious lie.

it was strange to say but it was somewhat attractive. where you falling for him? you have to admit dio was not an average looking man. he was very handsome and a body some people would kill for. any woman would be blessed to have a husband like him.

…what?

did you just say husband? are you really falling for your kidnapper?….where you experiencing stockholm syndrome?

no. you would surely never fall for someone like that. this was simply your mind playing tricks on you.

deciding that you wasted enough time you start to walk towards the door. walking in a “lady” manner with your back straight and chin up, something dio has “trained” you to do. you soon reach the doors of the dining room knowing he was waiting on the other side.

perhaps things would be different if you weren’t stubborn and just accepted kakyoin’s offer, or just sucked it up and ate the dissatisfying food. how funny that something as simple as food led you into this curse.

as you start to open the door, you could only wonder what the future will hold.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! If possible, may I please request some Jojo headcanons for Jonathan, Erina, and DIO with an S/O who has a stand that, much like [The World], has the ability to stop Time and… they use it for the most mundane of purposes? Like, no evil plans or anything, they just use it to help them out perhaps? Like if their missing something, they suddenly have it in their hands, etc? Also, I love the idea of non-stand users just meeting a stand user, DIO is there because he’s… DIO lmao.

My first and last ever JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure request! So, let’s do it! Phantom Blood characters. Def favs were Phantom Blood and Battle Tenacity! Joseph is my hero! Thank you dearly

Joestar Jonathan

Jonathan is just shocked and so fascinated… Simple as that; nothing more, nothing less. Are you magic? No. He saw you just sitting there and now, there is a water bottle in your hands from literally nothing? How is that possible!

Jonathan is so intrigued by your ‘invisible hands’ that he asks questions. How does it work? Is it magic? Is it psychic? Can anybody get such abilities? Is it like vampirism? He becomes a curious, cute little child as his blue eyes sparkle with hope to learn

Jonathan won’t ever try make you do anything you don’t want but he would be interested to see your invisible hands fight and he even tries to touch your STAND. He simply encourages you and compliments you about your amazing ability in the STAND! You have additional greatness, alongside your amazing personality

Jonathan is mainly just so interested and curious to learn more about a STAND user, everything they haven to offer

Pendleton Erina

Erina is frightened by how you’ll be in one spot before she blinks but once she does, you’re somewhere else. She can’t be seeing things! That’s impossible… so what are you doing? She is kinda too shy to ask about it but the way she acts, it’s obvious she wants to

Erina wonders if this magical ability of yours is dangerous or not as you insist to her it’s harmless whilst making a object ‘float’ in midair. She can’t see it… so what are you referring to? She does believe you as you speak, but at the same time, she just wants to see this creature you have described to her herself

Erina is such a polite girl. So, she keeps most of her questions to herself and she tries to keep out of the way of your STAND but if you have it pick her up from falling over, she will be frightened by the invisible hands but thankful to your own kindness. If you let her, she’ll try touch your STAND

Erina may be a bit suspicious about such a existence, but she does believe you and would love to learn more about a STAND user

DIO

DIO cannot believe your STAND is so much like his The World that he is completely interested in you straight away. You can stop time as well? He must know exactly the limits and abilities of your time-stopping STAND to figure out how it ties to The World

DIO is annoyed by how you don’t use your STAND for the right reasons but for such nonsensical reasons. STANDS are built for battle and you’re using your extremely powerful one to do such mundane tasks since you proclaim; “it is more comfortable for you”. Don’t be such a moron!

DIO may have a matching ability to yours but not even he can predict nor notice you using the time stop. You’ll be somewhere as he turns away then you’ll be gone from the room when he turns back. DIO knows to always be ready as your STAND and The World can openly clash

DIO knows of STAND users but a STAND user with the same ability as his has his undivided attention and fascination

[rzyraffek]

I never wrote stuff about jjba but i just watched 20episodes of SDC in row and i really need to write something!! Just sfw dating headcanons with Dio, Polnareff, Kakyoin, Avdol.

They/them, sfw, no spoilers and Request open

Dating headcanons with JoJo characters

Dio Brando from part 1

O my god, this guy whole personality is hating jojo, so prepare for him mumbling about how much he hates him a lot

S/o is his and everyones has to know, especially jojo, omg if Dio menages to make jojo jealous he will be so satisfied!

Totally has his hand on s/o evertime they go outside.

Wont turn s/o into vampire, he likes to have control over them

Probably drinks their blood, at start he probably doesn't know s/o limit so he ends up drinking a bit too much of it. If they pass out, he won't apologise but he try to drink from other people for a while.... but s/o blood is the best!

Dio Brando from part3

Much more manipulative and calm

He knows they can't run away, hah he's sure s/o won't even try to run away anyways

Totally has special room for them and anything that they need. Of course if s/o behave

Prepare for lots of headpats, praise, petplay???idk??, totally loves when s/o sits on his lap, also plays with their hair

Loves when s/o takes care of him, yeah he regenerates, and he has bunch of people who will do whatever he wants them do to. But-oh when they check his wounds or brush his hair when he wakes up, or seem genuinely worried about him.... Dio finds it cute, charming, thats why he loves them

He doesnt plan on harming his darling, he has enough of people around him to punish so he deosnt really need to get it all out on them. Unless s/o tried to escape or was rude

Also sadly he kinda ignores the word 'no' or just simply manipulates them into thinking that he is right

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Does a lot of dumb stuff to impress them!!

Gives s/o haircare advices and recomends good products!

Loves to just sit next to eachother and do skin-care stuff, and just talk about some dramas

Polnareff really enjoys watching corny movies with s/o, then falling asleep in middle of movie so he can wake up cuddled up next to them (or when s/o falls alseep first he will turn into pillow)

Silver Chairot adores you too

He is totally planing on asking them to visit France and his home city with him!

Teaches them few french words

Kakyoin

Gaming till 4am

If s/o is a gamer like him, he will spend hours talking about favorite games, characters ect

If s/o never played any games its okay! He will teach them!

He gets very nervous when they sit next to each other on bed

Incredeably antisocial so probably struggles with expressing his emotions and gets shy

Asks jotaro for advice (not the best person to ask about relationships lol)

Avdol

My guy would spend whole day just reading tarrot cards for them if they ask him to lol

He loves meditating too probably

Will totally play board games with them

Also cooking dates are amazing, when both of you have never baked before or just suck at it

Great at giving advices

[chaos-istheonlyway]

Idk why but i feel like on their journey, Joseph would blame everything on Dio... like... really everything..

Imagine, Joseph nearly falls after stumbling upon a rock, then he goes "Damn you Dio!"

Or or he accidentally drops his food, "It's all Dio's fault!"

Bonus:

Dio: *sneezes*

Dio: wryyyy....I feel as if someone's cursing at me...meh, just the usual deal

[gothic-thoughts]

High Baby Fever

Part 3! Dio Brando x Black Fem Reader Angst

DomesticAU

TW: Miscarriage, mentions of child endangerment, mentions of murder(Just Dio tings really), NOT PROOFREAD(im sick😷🤒)

CW: Dio comforting, kidnapping, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1742 (give or take)

Hearing soft sniffles and whimpers from across my mansion, I zoom to (Y/n)’s personal chambers and gently knock against the wood, the light thuds echoing throughout the empty corridor.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?” I rest my head against the door, “I heard you crying, my angel.”

I hear her voice curse softly so I look through the slight crack, my eyes tracking her form slowly jogging to the door and pressing against it in an attempt to keep me out.

"(Y/n), you know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing, Dio. I just...I just need some space.”

“Have I upset you?"

“No! I mean, no.”

“Do not lie to me,” my forehead presses upon the door, “I could hear those sobs a mile away"

 I tried to push the door open, only for it to barely budge from the frame as the soft sniffles and gasps began again. My chest begins to tighten.

“Angel, please, this stress is not good for the baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You...you’re gonna hate me....”

"Never, my sweet.” I jiggle the handle harder, trying to pry it free, just to be with her, “I could never hate you. Tell me anything, anything at all."

She doesn’t respond, only leaving me with soft whimpers from behind the door. I open my mouth to speak but stop, taking in the idea that I hadn’t considered. I peek through the slit in the door to see my beloved walk to the other side of the bedroom before kicking through the door, old wood splintering and falling all over the stone floor as I burst inside.

I dusted myself off before I laid eyes on her—my sweet (Y/n)’s eyes were slightly bloodshot with a face streaked with tears. Before she could blink another tear from her lashes, she was in my arms and pressed close to my chest. I hold her tight and place a delicate kiss atop her skull then press my chin on the area as I breathe with her.

“Did you just break my door down?”

I take her chin and force her to look at me, “Now, what has upset you so much?"

Her eyes brim with water once again as she opens her mouth. She weeps again, pressing her wet, chubby face into my bare chest.

“The...the baby...”

My brow knit together. "What about the baby?" I run my fingers through the thick coils of her hair as delicate as possible, “What’s happened? Is Rose no longer healthy?”

Her muffled, broken sob was all I needed to hear as my heart tightened, a shiver running through every nerve, bone, and fiber in my body. (Y/n) shakily grabbed my hand and place it over her stomach—it had lost it's weight.

I shook my head to deny this, refusing to believe it as my eyes started stinging. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"No, no, darling. It's just some mistake; perhaps she was asleep."

“That's what I said! B-but he said...” 

 She paused to choke on more sobs so I wiped them away with my thumbs, hands trembling as I tried to keep up my strong façade for her.

"Who said that?" I tightened my grip on her, eyes wide with worry, "Tell me, who you got this....‘information’ from, because it cannot be true, you’ve only been with child for a month. You cannot just believe any--"

“The doctor told me, Dio!”

My breath hitches again. I shook my head angrily.

"Then he is a fool!" I continued wiping her tears away, mine starting to slip free, "He was wrong, dear. He was....”

“...I told you you’d hate me.”

I snap free of my denial, returning to my natural calm, collected demeanor as I guide her head up so I can see those pools of coffee glistening beautifully in the moonlight from the abundance of tears.

"Hate you...? (Y/n), my sweet...how can you say such a thing?"

Tears fell freely down her face. I took her trembling hands in mine, sickened at the thought of our loss being her fault.

"It’s never your fault, you’re smart enough to know that. How could I possibly hate you? I have never loved anyone before or after you, you’re aware of that. Darling, I need you—more than I need the next breath I take."

I held my hands to hers, pressing them to my lips and giving them a gentle kiss, all while looking at her longingly and leaning down to kiss back as passionately as ever before placing my forehead against yours, closed my eyes, savoring our togetherness.

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It had been a grueling 6 months of healing since then and for the most part, I had come to terms with the loss, yet, (Y/n) could not help but beat herself up about the whole ordeal every time she so much as breathed. It infuriated me to see her in such disarray the worst being that she wouldn’t speak to me about it. My heart shattered day in and out at the thought that I was growing to accept the death while my sweet seemed to be carrying all the weight of our shared grief. So tonight, I thought I’d set out to find her something she’d love from the streets of Egypt.

Once I return, I put it in a box and wrap it up nicely with a red bow before finding (Y/n) in our room, sitting on our bed with the same frown she had for months. I carried a large box inside with a loving smile in her direction in contrast with the confusion written all over her face as I gently set her present near the edge of the bed. I walk around the bed and take her smaller hands in mine and I just couldn’t help but smile.

"(Y/n), my darling...my love...my--”

“Dio, what is it?" She forces a chuckle, "And what is that?”

“Am I not allowed to be spontaneous? It is simply a gift for my partner.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, I know you are still lamenting from that fateful day, and I cannot bear to see you like this anymore. And so, I got you something I thought would force that beautiful smile out again.” 

“Aww, that’s so sweet, baby; what is it?”

I pull her to her feet, guiding her over to the end of the bed where the box was. "Go on, open it.”

“Tell me what it is!”

“I'll tell you that it is fragile, so be delicate."

Giving her a soft smile, I watch in anticipation as she carefully opens the box, my heart skipping beats, just waiting to see her face and when the box is finally wide open. She gasps loudly upon seeing the slumbering, infant wrapped in its little purple blanket, even taking a couple of steps back as I smile—the brightest smile I had in ages. I gently lifted the sweet, frail thing from the cardboard, cradling him closely to my bare chest, and listening as faint, somnolent sighs exit the child’s mouth.

“Isn’t he the most precious thing you’ve ever seen?” My thumb caresses back and forth on the infant’s forehead, “My minions couldn’t find an available baby girl so I hope the sex won’t be a problem.”

(Y/n) stammers a bit, “You stole a baby?!”

I kissed the child’s cheek, “Steal is quite the term; I rescued the poor thing.”

“Where did you get him?”

“What does that matter? He’s safe now.”

“Who's baby is this?”

"I don't know, I didn't make conversation before I butchered them."

"You killed them?!"

"That's what you're surprised at?"

"Yes, wha--no! Look, I just want to know what possessed you to kidnap a fucking newborn.”

I sigh, placing the boy on the bed, smirking as he readjusts his tiny feet inside the blanket encasing him. I look at her, reaching to stroke her plump, brown cheek.

"You did."

"What? Uh, excuse me, how is any of thi—!"

"I could no longer bear to see you so unhappy about the miscarriage so I sent my minions to seek out any newborns who seemed to be improperly taken care of."

She was silent for a moment, jaw agape as she struggled to find her words. She looked past me to the baby sleeping on the bed, but her face was still unreadable as her eyes moved to concentrate on me with a very evident side-eye.

"The minions found him tonight, I went to his residence to find him underfed in a house full of cigarette smoke."

"Underfed? Oh god...did you feed him?" 

"Yes, of course. After his parents were nothing stains, I fed him anything I could find in their home and on the way here."

She strode around me and picked up the child delicately, cradling him in her arms while his little hands clenched into fists as he slept. I step close to her, glancing over her shoulder at the baby.

"Look at him, (Y/n); he's our miracle. How was I supposed to abandon such an innocent thing in the home with such a terrible couple? We can raise him to be a better man than his biological father ever was...”

She sighed, swiping her thumb back and forth across the infant's forehead as her heart swelled with more and more affection for it.

"Do you not like him? If you really can’t bring yourself to love him, I am not attached as of yet so I could discard--”

“What, no!"

"Excellent, then from here on out, I will bring myself to be the best father possible."

"That means a lot coming from you." She giggles, the sweet sound lightening the air, "You gonna teach him to be evil?"

I laughed. "That's your first thought? No, dear. I could never make him evil like me! However... I could make him my successor. A villain must have an heir, after all."

"Well does your heir have a name?"

I gently take the baby from her hands, accidentally making its eyelids flutter open to reveal bright green irises as it awakes. I smiled in amusement, unable to take my eyes off our son. He was so...sweet and innocent, especially with the slight confusion on his features.

"Whatever name was bestowed onto him by that terrible family is a waste, therefore he does not yet." I slip my thumb into the baby's fist, shaking it slowly, "Although, I do like the sound of Giorno....it's perfect."

[lady-of-endless]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure requests

- matchup trades OPEN

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Hello again, sweethearts. My jojo brainrot circled back to me conveniently during my holiday so to mark another peak of my jjba obsession I'm opening my inbox for a period of time.

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1. For the headcanons: I'm most comfortable with writing for parts 1-5 (especially 5 since I rewatched it days ago). There's a limit of 3 characters per request. But if you want a whole gang request for part 5, send it anyways (have in mind, those will take more time to get done).

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His one and only (short)

Tw; {Nsfw, kidnapping, dark themes, Nsfw mentions, cheating, Dio’s an asshole, Stockholm syndrome}

A/n; sorry if this is bad. I've been going into writer's block and I wanted to try writing something to get me into the mood again. Hopefully you enjoy!

None of your futile endeavors have silenced the noises. Even with both hands pressing against your ears, the moans and squeals of sexual ecstasy were audible.

As much as you would like to simply leave the room and explore the mansion’s halls to pass the time, Dio wouldn't allow you to. Even if you were to quietly leave the room for a second, Dio would know.

And you didn't want to double the punishment. Staying in the room itself was a punishment.

Anytime you deny Dio sexual pleasure, Dio leaves and returns an hour or two later with random women he bought home from the street or bar. Each one surpasses you in attractiveness, making you feel self-conscious.

Though you don't care for Dio’s opinions - or so you tell yourself- it always pains you to see the difference between you and the woman Dio brings home.

He chooses each one carefully. Searching for a woman or women that have something you’re insecure about. You find yourself questioning the truth of his words. Dio claims you to be the woman he adores and yet sees a woman with no resemblance to you attractive.

Perhaps, the love he preaches is faux. A lie to cover the fact he enjoys having a piece of his past around.

During the session, he leaves the door ajar for all the sounds of pleasure to slip into the room you’re told to stay in. You hear all the dirty words he tells them- all the ones he uses when you agree to sleep with him- only this time does he sound like he's enjoying himself more.

Then when the session comes to an end, he murders the women, drinks their blood, and kicks their bodies off to the side, allowing you to enter the room once again. He’d cuddle you still covered in the scent of the women as a reminder of what took place not too long ago; right in the bed, you lay in.

Usually, you could bury your emotions, however today that was not the case.

Salty tears dripped down your chin, staining the shirt one size too large. “Stop.” you pleaded quietly. Who were you pleading to? Yourself, or maybe even God; you didn't care who, as long as your tears ceased

The headboard of the bed smashing against the wall foreshadowed Dio’s climax. If you wanted to save yourself the embarrassment, then you'd act quickly to hide your face.

Swiftly you spun the armchair you sat on, grabbing the closest novel in reach, skipping pages to seem engrossed.

“Ah, Dio!” A female voice squealed, unmistakably climaxing. On cue, the headboard’s banging comes to a halt.

For a couple of minutes, the mansion was in complete stillness. Something so normal shouldn’t form a pit in your stomach, but it did.

Then suddenly, the door to the bedroom opens with a whine. You shiver, gripping the novel closer. You started to read, to really give the impression you’ve been reading the whole time.

“Ah, there you are dearest.” Dio coos, spinning the chair to face you. Dio must already know you've been crying, since there is amusement clear in his tone. Although the book covers the devil’s face, you can sense the smug smirk he wears.

In the blink of an eye, the novel is set aside. Dio takes your face into the palms of his hands, bringing you forwards to examine your puffy eyes.

“Please, Dio, leave me alone for once.” you feel yourself close to tears again. You want to push his hands away, but you can't; you know he won't allow it.

“Why do you cry?“ Dio jeered curiously. “From the begging of our youth, you’ve denied my advances, so why do you cry?”

He wanted you to say it. He wanted to hear you utter the words you’ve tried so hard to deny.

“I have no choice but to love you, Dio. Ever since the night, you turned me immortal all those years ago: I've had no one else to rely on. Only for you to throw away everything by sleeping with other women.”

Humiliated by the confession, you cover your face. You don't want to see Dio’s satisfied expression, it was the last thing you wanted.

“There's no need to be jealous, dearest.” Dio uncovers your face by taking your hands into his own.

Gently, Dio kisses the back of your hand. His eyes meet yours, “For you shall always be my one and only.”