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randoimago · 4 months

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Can you do head canons for DIO having a daughter one that’s older than Giorno please :)

Being DIO's Daughter

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): DIO

Note(s): So I didn't know if you wanted this to be the daughter growing up with Giorno or being raised by DIO so I went with the latter.

DIO

In the case that his daughter is with him, he is a protective father. His daughter gets whatever she wants. His own dad was a piece of shit and he vows to never harm her. But because of that, he can be a bit too protective at times. Which doesn't mix well considering she's a teen and the rebellious stage is hitting hard.

Honestly, he can't help being a bit impressed when his daughter develops his cunning. Hearing that she managed to sneak out causes him to kill a few minions, but he has some pride that she managed to do it. She'll be scolded when she gets back, but for now he's proud.

So, when DIO had come back, a few JoJo's had various transformations (Josuke and his fever, Giorno becoming blond). Should his daughter become very sick then DIO worries. He gives a shit about his child, of course he worries. He's questioning Enya, he's tempted to give you more of his blood, just something.

But if you do begin to go blond or just look more like him then he feels so much pride. He wasn't bothered when you looked similar to your other parent, but seeing you looking more like him makes him a bit emotional.

Imagining walking out of his bedroom with Pucci, only to catch you acting like you weren't eavesdropping because you don't know what to think of your father's new "boyfriend". It amuses DIO.

Back to speaking of DIO's protective nature, he sends you to stay with Pucci after learning that the JoJo's are coming after him. While he's confident he can take care of it, you're still a child and he doesn't want you getting involved. It's definitely one of the few times when he does really put his foot down and show you how scary he actually is. Nothing scares DIO, but the idea of his daughter being harmed terrifies him.

You get a long hug from him and a kiss on the top of your head before he sends you away with Pucci. It's the last time you see your dad, but Pucci promises that you will have a good life.

#jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #platonic headcanons #DIO x reader #c0co2dayyy

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leakyweep · 7 months

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Caesar Clown x Girlboss!reader - Shut Up

Warnings: Pegging, gendered reader (she/her pronouns), degradation, hair pulling

@c0co2dayyy : Can you do a scenario or Headcanons where Caesar Clown is dating basically a queen/girlboss and he like does something that makes her annoyed and so she manhandles him and pegs him

A/N; I've never written for Caesar, so I hope I did him some justice! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

Words; 0.7k

MINORS DNI

So, we all know Caesar is a great scientist and a very intelligent man – and while he may not use his talents in the most… moral of ways, he uses them nonetheless. This enticed you to him… and in the end, it was a perfect match.

This was because while he was a scientific mastermind, he was a bit submissive. This isn’t only in a sexual sense. He often looked up to you, his business partner, for guidance on what to pursue next in his plans. Decisions on who to alliance with, who to manufacture for, who to protect… He entrusted all these things to you, his dominant and no-nonsense helper who would do anything to make herself more powerful.

Over time, he started to realize his dependency on you ran deep, and those longing glances towards you and the hopes he’d catch you on the way back to your room from the bathroom, clad only in a white fluffy towel, were not just intrusive thoughts. He genuinely had feelings for you– and this almost made his heart fall out of his ass. For while you were a very loving person, you were also a prevailing presence, one that would reject him harshly if you were to feel disgusted by his display of affections.

Your powerful aura presided as one day, you were sitting at your desk, working on some papers, running the business behind the scenes at maximum velocity to ensure success. However, your work was being interrupted by the sound of your partner’s voice.

You had tried to keep your feelings separate from work – undenying of the scientist’s handsome features and misty hair – but your emotions would always get the best of you in the end. And while you enjoyed his presence at certain times, this was not one of them. Work meant everything to you, obsessed with high achieving projects and goals. This required lots of attention, and focus, and it was hard to focus with the sexual tension in the room so thick you felt you could cut it with a knife. It was hard not to think of those nights you passed his room and heard him moaning out your name, too horny to think as you basically jogged to your chambers and imagined his fingers prodding your cunt, making you feel oh so delightful with those skilled hands.

Despite your insistence that he leave, he continued to buzz about you, asking if you needed anything. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed his collar and brought him to your face, so close you could feel his breath passing his purple-painted lips. You smirked as you heard the raggedness, noticed the pink dusting his pale cheeks.

“I’ve told you, Caesar - I’m working. Do I need to punish you to make you shut up?”

If he didn’t have a boner before, he certainly did now - and it took every ounce of willpower in his pathetic heart not to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. The commanding tone of your words told him that you wanted to see that, to see him tremble beneath you. To his- and your- bewilderment- he only groaned out a small- “p-please?”

Pulling his hair, you guided his ass back and forth on your silicone cock, relishing in the whines and mewls that escaped his throat. The power you held over him held its fingers around your neck, pushing you to pound into him from behind quickly and passionately. Your bed chambers filled with poignant lamentation – Caesar’s voice only drove you to thrust into him deeper, keeping your strap buried to the hilt with slow, soft strokes.

“Yeah, you love when I take care of you, my intelligent scientist?” Your words were laced with tenderness and libido, absolutely loving the way he took you with vigor and fondness. It made you feel as if you were his own deity, his words almost psalms as he took your strap-on hardily, his stamina basically unending throughout the night. He came when you took him from underneath, jacking him off in time with your harsh thrusts. It turns out he most enjoyed cumming when you degraded him, and he basically covered you in his creamy ejaculate.

His back was an arch, a U shape against your abdomen as you inquired, “Another round? I don’t think I’m satisfied.”

His only answer was a whimper, and you almost felt bad for Monet as he cried out your name when you filled his ass once again.