#phantom blood dio x reader

[cinnbar-bun]

Good Fortune

Pairing: Dio Brando x GN!Reader

Summary: Dio is told he is lucky, often. He can't see how, considering how awful his life has been. But after meeting you, the child of George Joestar's old business partner and Jonathan's friend, perhaps his luck has turned for the better.

Even if he refuses to engage with such notions.

Rating: SFW but it's painful

Word Count: ~4.5k

AO3 Link: Here

Notes: Childhood-friends-to-lovers, Phantom Blood!Dio, babes this just angst, talks of death and dying, death, religious discussion, religious imagery, Dio unfortunately falling in love, Reader is MENA! but it's easy to ignore, foreshadowing for parts 3 and 6 (no spoilers though), yes I made this to be self indulgent because I wanted to torture Dio because omg what if he went to Cairo specifically because his partner mentioned it?

Dio stares in front of the full-length mirror in his room, adjusting his suit and tie. George explained he was having an old friend over tonight for supper, making a brief comment about how said friend was also bringing his child over. Dio noticed Jonathan’s eyes widen and the smile adorning his face- obviously, they were acquainted from before he ever arrived to the mansion. 

He could only sneer as he thought of how obnoxious this ‘friend’ could possibly be. He couldn’t just antagonize them or Jonathan like he normally did, not when George would be around and watching. The thought of having to sit all night with that buffoon and a friend of his made him want to gag. 

Alas, one must do what they have to do to obtain wealth and power. If he wanted the Joestar fortune, he had to play the game correctly. Assuring he was in good standing with George and this guest would only serve him well in the future. 

And who knows, Dio chuckles to himself, maybe this ‘friend’ of Jonathan’s would slowly grow to hate the boy as well. He brushes his blond hair back, fixing it up properly. A loose strand makes him use his hand to push it back, and he smirks as he sees the three little birthmarks on his ear. He fixes his cufflinks and proceeds to walk out of the room, annoyed at having to put on airs, yet interested to see what will become of this dinner. 

The minute he steps down the stairs, there is a knock at the door. Dio curiously looks from the staircase at the large front doors that George himself approaches. The first thing Dio can make out is a large man, around the same age as George- perhaps a few years older if the few strands of gray hair are anything to go off of. Before he can take a closer look, Jonathan races down the stairs, accidentally brushing shoulders with Dio. 

“You damn-,” Dio snarls, but quickly shuts his mouth in case of anyone nearby. Jonathan didn’t seem to notice, instead jumping off the last few steps and running towards the guests. Jonathan yells out a name Dio doesn’t recognize, but the energetic boy is quickly put in his place with George’s hand on his shoulder.

“Jonathan! That is not how we greet our guests!” George scolds his son. Jonathan’s shoulder slink apologetically, like a beaten down puppy. 

Dio despises that look more than anything. He makes an expression of disgust before he hears some chuckling. 

“Oh, it’s alright, George, let the boy be! He’s young!” A jovial voice exclaims, and George sighs. 

“I’m aware, my friend. I just can’t help but worry about what kind of man he will grow up to be,” George muses, tugging on Jonathan’s ears. Dio’s ears pick up that despite the negative words, George isn’t angry at Jonathan. Jonathan himself isn’t too offended either. 

Hmph. Disgusting. 

Dio figures that he’s seen enough and makes his appearance in front of the guests. The man is clearly foreign and has some semitic features that Dio hardly has ever seen in Britain. He’s finely dressed, wearing a fancy English suit and plenty of gold accessories. Dio finds himself fascinated by the many rings on the man’s fingers. 

“My, my, and who could this be?” The man questions, a friendly smile on his face. Dio is frankly grossed out by the overly familiar tone the man takes, but bites his tongue back. 

“This is my adopted son, Dio Brando,” George proudly states. The man extends his hand to Dio and shakes it with a firm grip. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brando,” he introduces himself then pats his child on their shoulder. “This is (Y/n), my only child. I assume you’re all the same age, so I think you’ll get along splendidly.” 

Dio glances at you briefly as you bow your head politely to him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Dio.” 

You look quite similar to your father, albeit, younger and more rounded, with the same features Dio finds rare on you. Your clothes are just as intricate as your father’s, clearly very expensive, making Dio curious about just how rich you and your father are. 

Dio bows his head back to you. “It’s nice to meet you as well, (Y/n).” 

Once the greetings are done, Jonathan goes up to you and excitedly beams at you. “(Y/n), did you bring anything for me this time?” 

Dio is almost tempted to smack Jonathan on behalf of George, but you chuckle and nod, seemingly not minding. You glance over to make sure the older men are not looking and open your satchel, taking out a red box. Dio and Jonathan peek at it while you remove the cover. Inside the box are small, pink cubes covered in white sugar. 

“Woah… what are these?” Jonathan asks. 

“Lokum, oh, ah, ‘Turkish delights’,” you say in English. Jonathan is about to take one when you close the box and shake your head. Jonathan pouts after being denied, probably due to his love of sweets. “After dinner. Otherwise my father might lecture me.” 

“Turkish delight, you say?” Dio repeats. “So, I assume you and your father must deal within the Middle East, correct?” 

“Yes. He was born there, then moved here to start his business,” you pridefully comment, always happy to share how proud you are of your father’s hard work. 

“Interesting…” Dio thinks. He frowns when he thinks of his own drunkard of a father, and the gross feeling that dwells within him bubbles upfront. How nice it must be to be happy for your father. How wonderful it must feel to be proud to share the same DNA as the man who had created you. He can’t point to a single thing he enjoyed about Dario, can’t even count anything nice the man has done on one hand except die. 

Yet you look to hold your father in such high regard, perhaps even moreso than Jonathan does to George. Likewise, your father keeps smiling at you and flaunting your accomplishments to George, as if you were the best of the best. As if you were the most wonderful thing to have ever graced this earth. 

Dio can’t help but feel disgusted and so, so jealous that you get a father who adores and spoils you like nothing else. You don’t even have a mother, but that doesn’t seem to damper you. Any hope he had of wanting to meet you is squashed by the hatred and rage he feels for your relationship. 

----

You write letters often, Dio finds out. Now Dio knows why Jonathan is always so excited to check the mail. Soon after leaving the dinner party George held, Dio started getting letters addressed just to him from you. 

Apparently, you were too stupid to understand that Dio wanted nothing to do with you and actively despised you like he did Jonathan. Or maybe you just didn’t care, since you began writing about anything and everything you were thinking of as if you were old acquaintances. Dio once snagged Jonathan’s letter from you to see if the tone was any different, but almost nothing was, except for mentions of a historical places Jonathan would like to possibly visit. 

At first, he burned them away, not interested in whatever mindless rabble you had to discuss. He had no interest in history, none in studying, and absolutely none for whatever rich person you had just met on the road. Jonathan writes back plenty, but in order to save face, Dio writes back, only very rarely, pretending as if he actually cared. 

It isn’t until his birthday that he sighs and relents, opening up the package you had sent. He rolls his eyes at the well wishes you give him (although he does wonder briefly how you knew his birthday) but finds two wrapped gifts in the box. 

In the first one, thinner and longer, is a selection of the Turkish delights you had brought over the first time you met. He actually hadn’t bothered trying it then, mostly due to his disgust with you and the fact Jonathan looked like he was enjoying himself when he took a bite. 

He snorts and rolls his eyes, about ready to throw away the sweets when the smell of the powdered sugar and rosewater drifts into his nose. It is… certainly unique, he thinks. Nothing like what he’s ever smelled before. He places the box on his desk again and glares at it, as if the treats were personally ruining his day. He folds his arms and stares at it some more. 

He should throw this out. Never look at this and just write a quick ‘thank you’ so you felt appreciated or something. But still… the powdered sugar dusting the outside, the sweet, sweet smell of it- it was far too tempting. He clicked his tongue and picked one up, groaning at the way the sugar dusted his fingers and part of his suit. 

“Disgusting,” he mumbles before he takes a large bite of it. The taste is nothing like what he’s ever had before, and he nearly chokes at it. He coughs then swallows, taken aback by the taste. It’s… it’s quite delicious. He’s never tried something so wonderfully sweet, something that overtakes the senses quite like this. Roses make an interesting flavor profile, he muses. 

Wait, no, what is he thinking, getting excited over this stupid gift from an annoyance like you? He closes the box of sweets then opens the last box. Inside is a ring, similar to the one your father wore at the dinner party. The ring had a large amber stone, and Dio twirls it in his hands, fascinated with how the light catches the stone. 

This must have cost a fortune. He chuckles as he picks up the note to go alongside the ring. 

My father and I thought a ring would be a good gift for you. He says that it’s always wise to have something nice on your hand. It can bring you good luck and make you stand out. I hope you like the color- he was going to get you the blue one, but this one reminded me of your eyes. I thought you might appreciate it more. 

Happy birthday, Dio. 

You sign your name at the bottom and Dio finds himself biting his lip harshly. It’s really frustrating how you always naively try to think of him like this. Who said he wanted your damn sweets? Who said he wanted your rings? Or your good luck? Who said he wanted anything you had? 

He shakes his head and gazes at the ring again. He hates himself, so why would you dare get something that is meant to be of him? This body that he despises, how could you covet it in a god damn ring meant for him? 

You bother and enrage him like nothing else. He always thought this was because of your friendship with Jonathan, but this just cemented that the hate he felt for you was entirely just because of who you were. Whereas Jonathan was an obstacle he needed to rid of for the Joestar inheritance, you were someone who actively treated him like a damn charity case. 

You must have thought you were so clever and kind gifting these things to him, weren’t you? 

Fine. If you wanted to be a useful idiot for him, then he would make sure to get the most use out of you. The violent rage he had boiled over into interest and excitement. He grabbed his paper and pen, quickly writing a letter back to you. 

This time, however, he made sure to be more expressive than he normally would have. He laughed loudly as he signed the paper in a hurry and sealed it within an envelope. This could be quite enjoyable. 

Imagine him- getting rid of Jonathan and using you for his own gain! Not just one- but two means of success and fortune! Oh, you were a delightful idiot through and through, he thought as he threw aside the lid to the dessert and popped in another cube. 

----

The years were kind to Dio. Ever since his plan to use you came to fruition, he slowly refined it to working his way up to being able to ask for your hand in marriage. He spent years cleaning up his act, faking his way to the top, even joining the rugby team and a university to study law. He was practically the perfect man- attractive, intelligent, resourceful, strong- why, anyone would be lucky to have him as a son-in-law and husband. 

The interest he deemed to show you in his teens made you reciprocate his affections. You began writing longer letters for him than you did to Jonathan. You would stop by and visit, not even for Jonathan, but just for Dio now. You two would have long discussions in the gardens, on the road, and in the library of the Joestar mansion. Your father practically adored Dio as a son, always patting his shoulder and joking with him more casually. He was an admirable prize, one that was practically handing himself on a silver platter for you. 

Except, somewhere along the line, like a damn fool, Dio made a mistake in his normally thorough plans. Somewhere, somehow- you managed to make Dio enjoy your presence. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

When he first started trying to get your attention, he often would do so at the expense of Jonathan. He just liked pissing his brother off while he would drag you away as if he had something urgent to say to you privately. He would aggrandize and embellish his stories, making himself seem far more noble and special than Jonathan was. Of course, Jonathan, ignorant as may be at times, wasn’t stupid. He knew right away Dio was up to no good and tried to warn you, subtly take you away, or even insert himself into the times when Dio pulled you aside. 

Nothing worked, however. You either didn’t notice or didn’t care, always brushing aside the warnings and believing in Dio wholeheartedly. It was cute- misguided, frankly- but cute, nonetheless. Especially after Dio did his best to mend his relationship with Jonathan, Jonathan found he had no leg to stand on and tried to leave the past behind him, wishing you two only the best. 

Good, thought Dio. He was tired of having to play nice with his Jonathan, and now that Jonathan had no chance of stealing you away from him, Dio could enact his plan still. And that’s what it should have stayed. 

But fate was far more strange than Dio realized. One day, he would find himself listening to you more. While before, it was just to keep track of your stories to use later, it now became an interesting part of his day. Another day, he would naturally seek out your hand to hold- not as a means to make you swoon and desire him, but just for his own comfort. And on another, god, he couldn’t believe this- he found himself imagining what a ‘home’ could be like for you and him. 

You somehow managed to imprint yourself in his brain, filling his head with stupid, ridiculous, and childish thoughts. He found the hushed whispers he spoke in your ear to become less and less false as time went on. He found the way your cheeks would warm up made him grin and not smirk. He found your voice pleasant and the words you’d say become clearer. He found his body recoiling when any other man, especially Jonathan, tried to talk to you. 

You ruined him. You ruined everything. How dare you? He could afford plenty of things now, yet he continued to wear that damn amber ring on his finger. You adored his eyes, and for once, he found himself almost agreeing whenever he looked in the mirror before he would take you on a date. 

You. Damn. Worm. 

You must be the devil. You must be some evil snake charming him and destroying him inside and out. He couldn’t accept the fact that he, Dio Brando, was actually enjoying your presence in his life. 

You spoke of the trips you took with your father for business. You loved almost all your destinations, bringing back souvenirs and charming photos for him. But one city always stood out to him. 

Cairo. 

“Oh, yes, the city is wonderful there,” you mused dreamily. “There are these beautiful pyramids-” 

You point at the photos of these pyramids and he’s become interested in these monumental landmarks. Jonathan made a mention of them once, he thinks. 

“And what are these pyramids for, exactly? Why would someone just build these with stone in the middle of a desert of all places?” Dio raises a brow. Although he’s impressed, he finds himself questioning the worth of these structures. You chuckle, a sound he’s grown to enjoy. 

“The ancient Egyptians lived here, Dio. They built these pyramids and all sorts of buildings for their final resting place,” you smile. 

“Tch, how pretentious,” he teases. “You sound far too happy talking about a place of death.” 

“Perhaps, but you know, death isn’t so bad.” Now this makes him pause. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Dio questions. You shrug. 

“Well, for them, they believed that when you died, your heart would be judged and you could go to the Field of Reeds, Aaru.” 

“Similar to western dogma,” Dio mumbles. He never had such faith in things like ‘God’ or a ‘heaven’. 

If God really existed, he would have helped Dio’s mother. He would’ve made Dario a better father. Would have made Dio feel safe. 

But there is no such thing, no such tangible way to prove that God did exist. And it seems these ancient humans were just as foolish as the people of today. They would continue to believe in something that did not exist and did not love them. 

“Yes, you could say that,” you nod. “But I think the idea is nice overall. Don’t you think?” “I don’t understand what could be considered ‘nice’ about it,” he frowns. 

“I like to think of it as a second chance. Another way to live, having gone through the struggles of your first life. You’d know more and appreciate more.” 

You don’t notice the way his face tenses as he grits his teeth. Even if there was a god, in no way shape or form was Dio ever going to be in ‘heaven’. He could push that aside right away. He was the son of Dario, and that certainly already meant he was sentenced to eternal damnation. 

“I see,” is all he says. You snap your fingers as you then show a picture of a gorgeous terracotta mansion. 

“I almost forgot to show you! We got to stay in this beautiful place. Oh, it was just wonderful inside. I think you’d love it. There was a lovely garden there, too. I wish I could take you there, I’d show you everything Cairo has to offer! And you could finally taste the dates when they’re ripe and the festivals that go on there!” 

“I would love nothing more,” he replies, suddenly thinking of how hot Cairo must feel. He wondered how you would smile if the festivals were going on. How lovely the night must be with you in it under the lamps and palm trees of Egypt. “Maybe we can go for our honeymoon?” You lightly smack his shoulders and laugh. “Don’t tease me like that! Otherwise I might make you propose tomorrow!” 

“I could have that arranged,” Dio leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. 

“Let’s focus on our studies first,” you chuckle. “I really would love to marry, but alas, our fathers have decided to make us wait longer.” 

“Alas,” he joins in, the thought of finally being yours and you being his making his heart swell. 

Only you could offer Dio this momentary salvation. This brief respite of peace despite the anger and hatred he held in his heart. This was a feeling only reserved for you, the you who practically forced your presence and love onto him. 

It almost didn’t even feel like a part of his plan to gain the two fortunes, even though he would force himself to remember this was just business. Ah, but you made it so easy to enjoy life. You made him forget for a moment he was not the son of Dario Brando. You could made him forget he was a maniacal bastard orphan, instead making him feel he was Dio. A new Dio, a Dio no one could have thought ever existed, even him. A Dio that was just a man, for once. 

He would become Dio, the man who would pick you fresh roses. Dio, the man who carried you over puddles on the street. Dio, who enjoyed drinking tea with you. Dio, who loved when you slipped into your mother tongue. Dio, who held you when you cried. Dio, the man who would get curious whenever you would remark joyfully about his birth marks, saying he must have been lucky. 

The only thing “lucky” about him was you. That’s all he could genuinely point out in his life as “lucky” and “good”. 

So slowly, and foolishly, the only thing he could do was simply let you in deeper into his heart, letting you carve your initials into him and marking him as your helpless servant. 

----

It had now been two months since your passing. Dio returned to the mansion in a drunken stupor, finding he was unfortunately still aware. 

Aware of how empty he was. How angry he was. How much he despised everything. 

Why the hell was Jonathan crying over you? Jonathan knew nothing about you. Jonathan didn’t love you or care for you anywhere close that Dio did. 

That rich boy who had everything handed to him and given to him just for existing knew nothing of the pain Dio was feeling. 

He didn’t deserve to cry over you. Didn’t deserve to feel a god damn thing about you. 

Dio was the one supposed to marry you- not him! So Jonathan should have left and let him grieve properly over the fact his betrothed was now gone. 

Was this God’s way of punishing him? Huh? Was this his sick joke? A reminder to him that no matter he did, he was never meant to be happy? 

Was that all his life was? One meaningless, empty joke for God to amuse himself with? 

Dio couldn’t help but burn every letter he had kept from you over the years. He didn’t need them. With a bottle of alcohol in his hand and a few letters in the other, he held them over the fireplace and let them burn to ash and dust. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care less. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing could ever bring him satisfaction. Nothing could ever bring him joy or peace. He was obviously not meant to have it. 

Even your own father tried to console Dio, having thought of him like a son, but Dio couldn’t bother. Your father promised to give employment and a portion his fortune to Dio still, already securing his future wealth. 

But that wasn’t enough. It was not enough. For every ounce of love you tried to give Dio, he felt a thousand times more angry at the world he lived in. 

He didn’t need this world. He didn’t want any of this. He couldn’t live like this. 

He couldn’t die like you- oh god, no, he couldn’t. He’d most certainly be punished and made to repent for his sins. 

As he burned the last of your letters, he downed the rest of the alcohol, burning his throat. He could not muster anymore tears, not after he laid the roses down on your tombstone. Dio Brando was dead and buried alongside you. 

All that was left of him was his hatred. 

So close to having everything he wanted, and now it was all gone. 

He was so close to even giving up his earlier desires to torture Jonathan, instead content to protect your father’s business and travel with you after he finished getting his degree. But now he had nothing to hope for. 

Drunk as he may have been, he found himself thinking like he did when he was a young boy. 

Yes… I’ll just kill them all. I’ll ruin them all. I should’ve stuck with that plan originally. 

He cursed himself between hiccups, cursing himself for daring to let you in, letting himself feel safe around you, letting himself be vulnerable and able to be torn to shreds by you. 

It was his fault. His fault for all of this. If he hadn’t acted a fool and loved you, he could’ve had Jonathan gone, perhaps disowned or dying in a ditch somewhere. He could’ve been the richest, prodigal son of Britain. He would’ve been powerful then. He wouldn’t have had to have you extinguish every ounce of life within him. 

He was no longer human. He was now Dio. Only Dio. 

Dio, who hated everything. Dio, who had no love for anything but himself. Dio, who wanted everything erased. Dio, who had become exactly like the man he despised most. 

He hated it all. 

In his anger, he picked up the pictures you had given him and threw them all in the fire. He hacked out his lungs when the smoke billowed from them and surrounded him. A few photos began to melt before his very eyes, but for some reason, one of them caught his eye. 

The terracotta, three story mansion from your trip in Cairo. The one you wanted to take him to. The one you two dreamed about going on your honeymoon for. The one you joked about possibly buying and redesigning to make it your home forever. 

He gasped and grabbed the photo, blowing out the flame quickly and saving a majority of the picture. The corner was burned off, but the picture still remained. He held it to his chest and let out a shaky breath. 

Cairo was something he could never give up. Cairo, the only place that would allow him to be with you. Cairo, the place where you two promised to go. 

You promised. 

So why…? Why? Why, why, why? 

But Cairo would have to wait. He had something he needed to do first. Once he could get rid of Jonathan and George, and everything else that would stand in his way, then he could go there. 

I will find you again in Cairo, my (Y/n)...

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Behind the Mask (PB! Dio x Reader

One-Shot | This Bizarre World)

A/n: IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I'VE UPDATED THIS. HERE, HAVE SOME PHANTOM BLOOD DIO WHILE IT GET BACK IN THE GROOVE :)

I worked as an apprentice for Wang Chang in the slums of the city. I was very young, only in my early teens. It was a small shop where I made enough money to buy food and keep the house I lived in. The job wasn’t that bad. The officers usually stayed away and we got wealthy customers. I didn’t only clean up, or tend to buyers, but I also helped create my own poisons. I hoped that one day I would become known for my poisons. I worked on a new experiment at the counter, crushing up the ingredients. This poison was disguised as medicine. Take a bit of it and you die within weeks. The symptoms were chest pains, swollen fingers, and coughing. It was deadly indeed.

The front entrance bell ran and the door opened. A masked man entered and closed the door behind him. I put down the vial I had in my hand. I eyed the man. One reason I was hired was because I could figure out what the customer wanted in a matter of moments. I was good at deducing things. He was around my age, maybe even older. His crimson eyes examined the area. From the look of it, this man wanted something to take out someone he despised. He ran his fingers around a bottle. A red mark on the side of his face meant he had been struck earlier. It was a fresh wound. His blonde hair had been messily combed back. He was in a rush, I suspect. What really caught my eye were the three moles on his ears. Mr. Chang once told me there was a man from his homeland who had similar moles. They meant good luck. This customer would prosper in life.

“You there,” I said. He turned around. “What are you specifically looking for?” I asked. He put the bottle back on the shelf.

“Do you have anything that can kill a man in a matter of days?” he asked. I smiled slyly. 

“Indeed I do,” I replied. I motioned him over. “This powder may seem like medicine, but it’s a poison that can kill someone with just one dose.” I carefully lifted the bowl which the poison was in so the customer could see. “I haven’t had the chance to test it yet, but it should work.” I grinned. “How about we make a deal?” I asked. “You test this poison out on whoever it is you want to kill and you bring me back the results. If it doesn’t work, I will get you a better poison.”

“How much does it cost?” the man asked. He reached in his pocket. I shook my head.

“It’s free for you,” I answered with a grin. The man cleared his throat. Under his mask I could see a bit of red. I grabbed a pouch and poured the powder into it. I grabbed the man’s hand and placed the pouch in his grip. “Come back once the deed has been done.”

“Thank you,” he said, turning on his heel to leave.

“Before you go,” I said, “I have a little something for you.” The man turned back. I pulled out a sharp knife from my pocket. “I’m not going to kill you with this, but rather, give it to you.” I reached my hand out. The man grabbed the knife. The blade was curved, good for concealing. The man ran his finger down the handle.  

“This is a good gift,” he said. “But I don’t need it. Keep it for yourself.” He handed me back the knife. He turned to leave. “I shall return once my father is dead.”

“Bye bye,” I said with a grin. Just as he was out, I whispered, “Go out there and take this useless world for all you can get.”

A few weeks passed by. Mr. Chang was out in the back dealing out some poisons I wasn’t allowed to sell with some special customers. I restocked the shelves, standing one my toes to reach the high shelf. The door opened again. I turned around. The masked man was back. I smiled. “Welcome back,” I said. “Did it work?”

“It did,” he answered. “My father has died.” So that’s who he wanted to kill. The slapped cheek must’ve come from the mentioned father.

“So now what?” I asked.  “Where will you go?” I was intrigued by this situation. This customer was going to go places I couldn’t go to. He was lucky.

“My father is owed a debt,” he replied. “I will go live with the Joestars. I will become a rich man by any means necessary and no one will stop me.” I smirked. 

“Seems you have a plan,” I said. The man swallowed the lump in his throat. He was slightly red and sweating. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I asked. The man’s fingers reached for his mask and he took it off. I cleared my throat. He was handsome, that was true. I felt my face heat up.

“I was just wondering if you would join me by my side,” he said. “It’s because of you, I’m closer to becoming powerful.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Would you join me?” he asked. I smiled and took his hands.

“Sir, where you’re going, I cannot follow,” I answered. “This is your destiny, not mine.” The man lowered his head. He exhaled slowly.

“May I at least get your name?” he asked. I smiled.

“Yes, it’s Y/n L/n,” I replied. The man looked up and our eyes met.

“My name is Dio Brando,” he said.

Seven years after Dio left to live with his new family, I had become business partners with Mr. Chang. Because of me, business was booming. We were famous in the blackmarket. Speaking of the blackmarket,  Mr. Chang was off at a convention while I stayed to tend to the shop. Unfortunately for me, the son of Mr. Joestar, Jonathan, and his friend had found out that I sold Dio the poison used to kill his father. Apparently, he had given the same poison to George Joestar. Now his son wanted to save him. I didn’t give up without a fight. I was overpowered and lost. I had to give away the antidote I had created soon after Dio’s departure. I was dragged away against my will to the mansion. I was forced to confess my story and was cuffed by the police. I sat in the darkness as Jonathan waited for Dio. A storm was about to rage outside. 

“So how is it that you came under these dreadful circumstances?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him and kept my mouth shut. I snorted some snot off onto Jonathan’s shoe. I did not like him one bit. If I could, I would use my knife to stab him and get out. Jonathan gave an exasperated sigh and walked away. The front door opened without a loud sounding creak. Dio was back.

“Butler!” his voice called out. “Why is there no light?” My lips softly parted at his voice. It’d been a while since I last saw him. I knew he was just a customer, but I was drawn to him. Amazed by him, I guess I could say. I cupped my hand over my ear, trying to drop in on Jonathan’s and Dio’s conversation.

“Get up,” an officer said. He lifted me up by my collar and dragged me behind a curtain. I was closer to conversation now. Jonathan’s friend was talking now. I held my breath. What was to happen next? I clenched my hands. I felt sick. I felt vulnerable here. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my knife. I had a good grip on the handle. I was ready to stab anyone.

“This face is familiar to you, isn’t it?” I was grabbed by my collar again and thrown out in the front. I grunted and nearly tripped. Dio gasped. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at me. I kept a serious face.

“This person has testified that they sold you the poison,” Jonathan explained. Dio was sweating. His teeth were clenched tightly. Mr. Joestar entered the room with the rest of the officers. I kept my eyes on Dio. He was furious. His eyes twitched and he was bound to break his teeth the way he gritted them. Dio sighed and closed his eyes, holding his head down low. He rose from the chair he was sitting in.

“So this is the end?” he asked. I scoffed.

“They won’t catch him,” I whispered softly to myself. “That face and three moles on his ear means he was born with the devil’s own luck.” I braced myself for what would happen next. The officers grabbed my shoulders and dragged me away. “Gah, let me go!” I scowled. “I want to stay.” The officers agreed. I turned around.

“Jojo, I want you to be the one to handcuff me,” Dio said, holding his hands up. “For our years together.”

“All right,” Jonathan replied. I smirked. The constable handed Jojo the handcuffs.

“Be careful, Jonathan!” his friend said. Jojo approached Dio.

“Jojo, being human means having limits,” Dio said, with a sad look on his face. “I’ve learned something. The more carefully you scheme, the more unexpected events come along.” Dio glanced at me and smiled. “As long as you are human.”

“What do you mean?” Jojo asked. Dio’s smile turned into a sinister grin.

“I’m throwing away my humanity, Jojo!” he yelled. I grinned widely. I pushed aside the officers and pulled out my knife.

“Dio, catch!” I shouted. I tried to throw it at him, but with my chained hands it was hard. Luckily Dio caught it. He thrusted it towards Jonathan, hitting Mr. Joestar who took the hit. Dio took the splattered blood and painted it on a mask he held onto. He placed it over his face and laughed maniacally. I covered my face from the bright light. When I removed my hands, Dio’s body had been shot at. He laid outside in the rain. But I knew this wasn’t the end of him. He wouldn’t be the same man behind the mask  I met years ago.

He would be back stronger then he was before.

The World would be his and I would be right beside him.

[danddymaro]

Dio Brando X Reader | pt. 4

Pairing(s) : Dio x Reader x (somewhat ) Jonathan | Part 1 Phantom blood |

Previous : Over the Years, Till now

 word count:  6736

{ Remember, at this point, Our babies are all 18-19 W/ flashbacks of before included. }

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

A/N: EEEK It’s been a minute for this one. I hope it’s alright.

 Foolish

(f/n)'s eyes were trained on the doorway, a worried glance shot towards the entrance of the manor as she continued to stand in wait, hoping the double doors would soon open to reveal the dark-haired young gentleman that lured her heart so far deep into the tenderness, that it was trapped there.

Her duties went on completed but throughout the entire time, she couldn't help but keep going back by the entrance of the estate, distressed.

She practically made circles, each round seeming to wear down the strength she had to cover up the desperation that lay beneath the placid expression she wore until she was left with a completely readable face that cried of unease.

'He's been gone since morning...' she started, ' and soon, the sun will set,' she added anxiously, well aware that while he had grown more, and she was certain that he would take care of himself, danger could always find its way to him.

He was too kind.

- Too trusting, and even if he'd been strong enough to defend himself more, his heart was always soft.

'Jonathan,' She then thought while swallowing down thickly, ' I hope you are well,' she added with wholehearted regard that stemmed from true, dutiful affection.

' it's not like you to stray so far from home, much less during such hours,' she went on.

‘ And for such long periods,' she went on.

'You've been gone the entire day,' (f/n) then added, 'Just like yesterday,' she added with a strange, wired coil wrapped around her bouncing heart, the tightness of it almost unbearable.

“and the day before...” she murmured to herself.

What was keeping him so preoccupied...so far from home?

Something felt wrong.

Something felt like there was impending doom was right ahead, waiting in the corner like a ghastly fiend that hoped to consume her whole.

In all of her wondering, she didn't notice the steps that trailed from behind her, mirroring hers and that stopped only inches away.

Quiet as always and tranquil as an unrippled pond on the coolest night, towering blonde approached her and loomed behind her, his posture changing as he decided to come even closer by leaning down.

A warm, soft breath then tickled her cheek as he teasingly blew a puff of breath her way and with a startled jump, she came out of her daze, quickly bouncing back with a little squeal that was that of a naughty mouse caught in the kitchen, assaulted with a large broom.

"Do tell," the adopted Joestar started, " that face of concern... that wide-eyed glance... it means something, Doesn't it?" he murmured as he watched the said face melt back onto her features after the sudden startle he'd given her wore down.

When she realized it was him, she made no attempt to wear a mask, letting her face fall back into the same worry as before.

Naturally, she felt at ease.

However, she lightly bowed her head in embarrassment, and he could barley see the way her lower lips slipped in between the sharp edges of the two rows of teeth for just a moment as she considered the answer she could give him.

'Should I Ask?' she wondered. 'He should know....' She told herself. 'If anyone would know...he would.' she then thought with certainty, all as he looked at her in wait and curiosity.

He noticed that she must have something to tell him, something that had been on her mind and she was just a bit too bashful to speak of. Every so often she went to him too ask rather strange questions, some that were answered with mirth and amusement.

“I used to think babies were made with kisses,” (f/n) confessed, the young woman flushed at the nonsensical thinking of the 8 year old version of herself.

She even bowed her head in embarrassment at the confession, and Dio only snickered as they sat together on the grass, looking out into an open field.

By then they’d been into their teen years, the earlier ones around 14-15, and they’d have time to actually talk, sometimes about certain things too embarrassing to ask adults.

They were different, very different because Dio had known at that age, at just 8.

His mother had died when he was young, and in his father’s care he’d been exposed to plenty.

He was left in many places that weren’t meant for children when he wasn’t left home alone, when Dario schemed that people would feel more pity and less caution if a poor child was involved.

-And it had worked until people started recognizing them.

And when he’d grown just a little bit older, trying to scavenge for enough to get a meal, he’d seen certain things as well. He was hardly ever around a decent crowed.

- All while (f/n) thought of how one single kiss, innocent as it would be could make her a child.

“Oh, so if I were to kiss you now, we’d make a child , right?” he questioned her, and her immediate response was to peep out , frantic ‘No!’

“That’s now how they’re made!” she said hastily.

“Then would you still want a kiss?” he asked her, leaning in closer before she swatted him away.

“Of course not!” she told him, “Besides, we’d have to be in love for the child to happen,” she said in an all too certain tone, one he actually laughed at.

“Love?!” he continued to chuckle.

He’d never seen her so frustrated and embarrassed, all at the same time.

As she tightly held the fabric of her skirt into fisted balls, he had to look away to hide the enormous grin her wore.

Such a silly girl,’ he thought to himself.

“I already told you...” she mumbled lowly, begrudgingly. “I used to think that...I don’t think that any more,” she told him.

“You seem rather convinced to me,” Dio said back teasingly.

“If you know so much, then do tell....how are they made?” he asked her, and she made a little sound of discomfort, something of a mix between a groan and a huff.

“You still don’t know, do you?” he asked her as he finally settled down, his voice much more calmed, and it seemed to lure her out of the little tense bubble she’d been suffocating in.

The only reason she knew she was wrong was because back then, Agatha had explained to her that, that wasn’t how they were made. She’d smiled and chuckled at the Child’s innocence, and while she assured to tell her the truth when she was older, she never did.

She did however tell her that, that didn’t mean she should kiss just any boy, which (f/n) didn’t need to be told twice.

“No...” (f/n) said with a small voice.

“But...Would you teach me?” she asked him, and for some reason the question made him feel strange.

He felt warm in the face, his palms growing moist with sweat.

Seldom did he feel shame, or even such bashfulness, but the question made him revert into a timidity he’d long forgotten.

“Would you explain it to me Dio?” she asked him, wanting to know.

She took a moment of silence before she decided to take a brave, low breath to still the waver that most certainly would have taken over her own words,

"It does," she then murmured, and he smiled softly. “What would it be?” he questioned her.

He felt rather playful, the mood aroused by the young woman before him.

Granted his day had been something less than pleasant, and it wasn’t due to anything that had upset him, but rather the simple mundane activities he partook.

It was mostly studies and bore, spending time with people he had to, rather than the one he actually had any interest in.

But now he was free, free to actually find (f/n) and pester her.

He did love how easily he could fluster her.

“Ah....Dio,” she added, hoping she wouldn't sound too forward, nor imprudent.

'I don't have a right to,' she thought to herself briskly, but not quickly enough to stop the words from flowing.

"- Where is Jonathan?" she asked the ruby-eyed male.

It wasn't her place to ask.

She knew it.

It wasn't to her concern for any reason, because as a servant, all she should be troubled with was how to maintain the household and tend to him when he was actually there.

- certainly, not to ask questions of his whereabouts.

The question seemed to shift his mood, the playful twinkle in his eyes dying down and he near scoffed at the question.

It was like someone had flipped a switch on the young man.

The relaxed posture he carried then became rather rigged as his shoulder squared, his spine straightened tightly before his arms crossed.

"Ah," he sounded, the breath coming out both blue and green at the same time.

" Jonathan you ask..." he started.

He hadn’t even crossed Dio’s mind that day, strange as it was.

'Jonathan you always plead,' he inwardly thought with a bitter taste in his mouth.

‘To think I've spent my day just thinking of coming home to you... and one of the first things you ask is of Jonathan,’ he inwardly sighed.

"- He's with that country girl again," he said with a scowl, very clearly bothered, and only assuming that’s where he was.

That’s where he’s been for the past week after all.

"It seems as though she's returned," he added lowly, remembering how years prior, soon after the incident between them, she'd suddenly left.

Poor Jonathan had been crushed, and while that would have certainly been a point for Dio to enjoy, it quickly turned dour when he noticed how much more attentive (f/n) was to him.

Jonathan's sorrow became her concern, and the plunge he would have had become less brutal.

The brat was pampered even moreso, and all throughout the while Dio clenched his fists in utter annoyance and frustration.

That night as he’d followed her, he couldn't help but seethe, especially when after their tussle, she'd snuck in to see Jonathan.

Jonathan sat on his bed, his eyes cast down, not quite looking at (f/n) as she delicately brushed a little cotton swab over his lower lip.

He winced slightly as he felt the sting of the liquid it had been dabbed in, all as (f/n) offered him a sympathetic smile.

She wasn’t trying to hurt him, in fact, she was doing her best to help.

Her other hand touched his jaw, holding him still as she eyed his bruised flesh with concern.

Granted Jonathan and Dio had yet to properly see eye to eye, but it shouldn’t have been enough for them to have such aggression towards each other.

The other boy had only stayed with them for a few weeks and yet there was so much animosity between them, it was strange.

"Why were you two fighting ?" she questioned him with worry, and it received a low sigh.

The Joestar sat silently, frustrated.

He couldn't possibly tell her, simply because that would mean spreading word of what occurred, further tarnishing Erina's name, even if he trusted (f/n).

Even if (f/n) was not someone to gossip, he wouldn't want to continue to sully a poor maiden's name.

"It was...nothing," Jonathan breathed. "It was only a short scuffle," he told her, to which (f/n) responded with, with upturned brows.

"A short scuffle does not end in so much blood and bitterness," she argued back, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip with tenderness.

"Your father-"

Jonathan stopped her before she could continue, his hand falling onto her wrist.

The hold was kind, no form of wickedness in it as his fingers circled around it, only gentleness as it then slid up and his palm slid across her flesh.

His palm covered her hand, and as the contact lasted, her eyes went wide.

And she looked on with a dazzling twinkle.

"Jonathan..." she murmured, the sound breathy, whatever she was going to say, forgotten.

Slowly, his face began to warm, the new color that had spread noticeable.

"Ever so considerate..." he said softly, tenderness in his eyes as he gazed at her, knowing the worry, acknowledging it, and accepting it with an open heart that was swayed by the simple look alone.

"I know you worry," he told her, " But please..." he then added.

"Please do not ask me more." he pleaded.

"It is not because I do not trust you, but because it isn't a matter that is mine to speak of," he assured her, and (f/n) nodded with understanding.

“Just know that I appreciate this,” he told her while slowly letting go. “I appreciate everything you do for me (f/n),” he added while continuing to glow.

It was strange.

Erina’s friendship was something that made him feel ecstatic. It made him feel happy and alive.

- She made him feel those things.

Her attention made his heart flutter.

But so did (f/n).

(f/n) also made him feel that way, and perhaps other things that he just couldn’t put a name to, but knew were earnest.

-And he thought to himself that perhaps there was a reason she shouldn’t be alone in his room so late at night.

He swallowed down thickly as his other hand trembled to take hold of her other hand, wanting the contact, but for some reason stopped.

Why was it so difficult now when before, it was something that was done without a second thought. Before, they would interlock fingers, and they’d hold on tight as they spun in circles as they sung little songs.

They’d even take turns in picking each other up just for fun.

Why was contact so...strange now?

The last time they’d been alone in his room was months ago, a little over three, and it was quite different now.

So different.

He reasoned that maybe it was because now he mused over how pretty she was, over how much she looked lovely, not just cute, and it made him nervous.

- (f/n) now made him nervous, so nervous that touches made him become flustered.

Their silence was interrupted by a little gasp that came from his bedroom’s door.

Agatha stood there with rounded eyes as she saw the two.

Jonathan was sitting on his bed while (f/n) stood before him, cradling his cheek, touching it lovingly as his own hand found home over hers.

And his other was just an inch away from taking hold of the one at her side.

It all looked rather compromising, but not any more than the surprised faces they wore, and not as incriminating as the terror in their eyes that showed at being caught.

The elder woman’s mouth was shut tight, her lips pressed thin as she hurried over to the two.

Her immediate response was to pull (f/n) by her arm, dragging her out of the room with silence that ceased when she reached the exit.

She looked over at the young master with worry, worry for her, for (f/n) and for Jonathan himself.

“-Not a word of this...to anyone,” she said gravely in a harsh whisper while looking at Jonathan, promising to him her silence, and in return hoping for the same.

(f/n) had promised Agatha she did nothing wrong, or rather, nothing inappropriate.

Because, technically, it was wrong of her to be there, but she explained how she was just worried, and that all she’d done was tend to his little cuts and bruising.

She then told her word for word what had happened, and as sweet as the older maid was on the young girl, she was sure to be stern when she scolded her.

“I trust you (f/n). You are a good girl. And master Jonathan is a good boy too...” she said while trialing off, not knowing if she had to have the talk with her.

The serious one that would explain that certain feelings, no matter how pure they started, could end in disaster.

- Was it too early, too soon?

It’d be different if she didn’t live in the same home as a boy that she certainly had feelings for.

‘I just don’t want her making the same mistakes I did,’ she thought with a heavy weight anchoring her shoulders.

‘I just wish you’d stay little forever,’ she thought with upset, battling with the part of her that didn’t want to see her grow older.

“I do...But if anyone else were to have seen you...they would have thought differently,” she reasoned, and (f/n) nodded with understanding.

Some time after Jonathan had gathered the courage to approach the elder servant to clear the air, and he apologized too, swearing that nothing had occurred.

He stated that he cared about (f/n) too much to ever do anything that would tarnish her name.

The young boy was sweet, he was caring and truthful, and so Agatha sighed softly, shaking her head as she accepted the apology, hoping it would be the only time something similar would occur.

"What was her name...what was her name, " Dio then wondered aloud, all as (f/n) waited with rounded eyes.

He really had trouble even remembering the girl's name, and throughout then he even closed his eyes in frustration, trying to concentrate and find the little compartment in his brain where the name might lay.

"A girl..?" (f/n) dumbly repeated.

"Yes," he hummed, seeming to think harder as he then took his right hand and placed it to his temple, turning away from her and pacing back, "what WAS her name? For the life of me I cannot remember," he said while the young woman trailed behind him, strummed to his every word, shadowing his every step with hands that were pressed together in a tight clasp.

As he gave (f/n) a side-eyed glance, he noticed she mirrored his steps, following dutifully until he came to a halt, forcing her an abrupt stop that almost tumble her over.

"Dio? Can you really not remember?" she then asked, waiting for him to tell her, and he gave her a pouty, little frown.

"Well, She is ever so unimportant to me," he started, slowly realizing why she fretted so much.

It hadn't really dawned upon him why until he saw her wait so desperately, so strum along his answer.

Admittedly, he felt like an idiot for not realizing why it mattered so much at first.

"...Ever so, that I simply cannot recall...but I should given that Jojo seems so...enthralled with her," Brando continued while his index tapped the point of his chin.

‘Will you finally understand then?’ he silently questioned her. ‘If you know that he’s seeing someone... so unlike you...’

As he muttered the last bit there was a soft uplift to the corner of his mouth, and he smirked away at the very idea, all as she was so immersed into her own brooding suffrage and thoughts of the Joestar to realize.

"I suppose nothing has changed," he then added offhandedly.

"What do you mean by that?" (f/n) questioned him.

"Hm..Has he said nothing to you?" he then asked, turning back to her and forcing her to run into him, "Surely he's mentioned her to you," he said while his hands fell upon her forearms, holding her still for a moment as he steadied her, all as she numbly moved.

"No..." she answered lowly, her voice petal-soft. "He hadn't spoken to me...as of late," she informed him, downhearted, feeling forgotten.

"He's been a stranger to me..." she lamented. "I hadn't known he'd been seeing someone," she added.

"... that he'd made a new friend." she then added, trying to smile.

"but I'm happy he's made a new friend." her heart tried to focus on the word, on the very idea that perhaps they were just friends, even if it just so happened to be a girl.

'Jojo has met someone new. He's just excited to have someone new,' she thought to herself, knowing that even if he was kind, friendships were hard to come across.

'he shouldn't be confined to himself,' she added, knowing she was being selfish, convincing herself that if Jonathan could be her friend, then he could be so to someone else...Right?

" New Friend?" Dio chuckled, unable to help himself from sounding amused.

He was truly amused that Jonathan hadn’t bothered to tell (f/n), not once.

And (f/n) who knew all of Jonathan knew nothing of Erina.

‘Interesting,’ he mused.

“He’s known Erina for years now,” he informed her.

“if you recall a few years ago he was rather blue, did he ever tell you why?” he questioned her, and (f/n) shook her head no.

She’d been there throughout, but he never quite told her.

He’d always stay quiet, and she only felt worse because it must have been something that truly hurt him for him not to want to share.

And she’d had a suspicion it had to do with the fight with Dio, because the mood had shifted only a few days after the brawl.

‘He’d said to trust him,’ (f/n) thought to herself, reasoning that if she never asked, it wasn’t because she didn’t care, but that she took his words to heart.

And she never bothered to ask Dio either, especially given that during the time she hadn’t been close enough to ask him anything.

Sure she’d had another perspective of him, but she was still uncomfortable around him.

She then wondered how could an entire person that seemed so dear to Jonathan have slipped past her.

“It was because Erina left. and she left poor Jojo without even a goodbye. The poor thing was crushed,” he said while telling the truth, leaving out his entire hand during the time, not mentioning that she hadn’t said a word because of the shame she felt.

-The shame she felt at losing her first kiss to Dio, and not Jonathan who she’d pinned for.

Jonathan who had only a day before confessed to her that he hoped she would be in his life forever and had carved a heart on wood.

To think he’d been able to crush their romance before it had even begun.

" So I'd say she's more than a friend," he added with a touch of amusement.

‘She was hardly even his girlfriend,’ he mused darkly because they hadn’t even gotten to that point.

"Tell me, have you ever carved your initials in a heart before?" he asked her, having seen the new fresh carving the day before, and it surely meant something.

"Posted on wood for all to see?" he questioned her coyly as she slowly shrunk.

Just as she felt, her body slumped into a defeated state, and she took in a shaky breath before answering,

"Never..." she said while not admitting that a couple of times before she'd done so, but on her own accord.

Within the pages of an old diary, there were plenty of little hearts scattered, and Jonathan's name scribbled down with so much tenderness that the lines had been perfect and smooth.

Back when they'd been children no older than 10 she'd begun the doodles, and while now the pages of her new book were devoid of the childish, little drawings, they, as her had matured.

In place were words of endearment.

Poems.

- Love letters all dedicated to the Joestar, who had yet to see her affection, and who, as it sounded, had found their own muse.

“(f/n)…(f/n) “ he tutted, “Poor, naïve (f/n),” he said with a touch of mockery evident.

“Let’s face it, he'd never love you, have you yet to understand?” he nearly sneered, the words spoken with a serpent's tongue, touched with just the slightest hiss that conveyed all of the venom that brewed within him throughout.

He could see how much the revaluation hurt her, and he felt bitter because he knew that in spite of it, she still held onto hope.

- Hope that Jonathan would see her instead.

Cruelty and sinister like as though he harbored spite for her, he continued to sneer, “A lowly wench such as yourself, You’re nothing but a servant in his eyes,” He reminded her, his soft words seething with envy, boiled to a point it could no longer be properly contained.

“ All he does is use you, can’t you see?” He questioned her with a soft pout, while all the while she silently shook her head, not believing in his poisoned tongue, convinced it came from a dark place.

Her ears took in the malicious words, yet her heart worked tirelessly to counter the evil, convincing her that at the end of the day, it was all lies.

However, despite that, she felt a twinge at her heart, the muscle aching because it hadn’t been the first time she’d been reminded of her position.

- And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“You and your naïve nature,” he murmured, cursing at a very trait he oftentimes found endearing and thought too much about.

What made her sweet made him sour.

What made her weak, made him seek to protect her.

“You and your foolish heart,” he said while grabbing her wrist, tugging her to him, causing her to crash into him.

Hastily, her hands both placed at his chest to stop an even closer collision, her hurt, dimmed eyes wide as she stared up at him, unknowing of just what his intentions were.

‘Dio wouldn’t hurt me,’ She told herself, ‘But sometimes… not so much as before...He can be brash,’ She then argued.

Throughout the years he was less inclined to react upon his anger, becoming a more rational man, however in various little instances she would see his eyes ignite, his form become ridged, as well as watch as his thick brows curve deeply into displeasure he couldn’t hide.

'He hardly ever scowls now,' she then realized, but that all changes right when reciting this very well preformed argument.

'But he’s nearly a brute when we speak of this.'

She then thought to herself, still remembering all of his sweet grasps that pulled her to him, easing her back up from the drastic drops her heart would descend from.

More than once he'd serve as a pillar, standing there in the wake, sometimes waiting for her to lean, and other times moving on his own accord.

The circumstances differed, but there was always an embrace that followed, one that let her know that he would never hurt her.

- That he was sorry.

He then pulled her arm out, spinning her around to where his chest came in contact with her back.

An arm coiled around her midsection whilst as his opposite hand moved to hold her jaw, forcing her to look forward at the place she’d always considered home,

“ I want you to see that All of this…” he started, his eyes skimming over every luxurious interior piece of the mansion, “All of this… It will one day be his.” He added, knowing that by right it all belonged to the Joestar.

Even if there was a promise to him, it would always belong to Jonathan by right.

“- While you have nothing.

While you come from nothing,” he continued on, and for just a moment his eyes held a vulnerability he was grateful she couldn't see because the same could be said about him and the accursed blood that ran through his very being.

‘You weren't born into this luxury.

You don’t belong.

You and I... We will always be looked down upon by their kind,’ He silently spoke.

Why couldn't she see?

why couldn't she just understand?

Why hasn't he been able to tear them apart?

‘Why do you continue to wait for him?’ he wondered.

“ All those years ago, while you were here scrubbing away at filth he spent his day happily frolicking along fields and ponds with Erina Pendleton,” He informed her, the sudden revelation causing (f/n) to freeze, stunned.

“And now of course, they walk along town side by side and he seems unashamed to be seen with her,” he told her.

“ And father seems to approve...” he added lowly.

“ Erina…?” (F/n) said confused, a small shudder coursing through her at the name she’d never heard before.

“Her name is Erina?” She asked, tilting her head back, blinking up at the man with a halted breath, her eyes already wet.

For some reason knowing the name struck her fierce, whatever doubt she had before cemented with certainty that scathed.

At the question, the man's face lit up with delight and the grin he wore was accented by the devious twinkle in his eyes,

"Yes... Erina Pendleton," he confirmed. " I seem to recall now. She’s A very proper young lady," he told her, “With bright blue eyes and golden hair that is almost silk-like,” he praised, not having seen the young woman as of late, but none the less saying so.

“- A lovely sight,” he assured her.

The last he remembered she was just a brat, one that had scathed him when she dared to slurp filthy water than to remain with the taste his lips.

At the thought, he felt annoyed because it wasn’t like he even felt a shred of attraction for the damn girl, yet she had the nerve to deny him before those other fools that pointed and laughed at him.

And he wondered if he took a savor of the pretty, red lips before him, would they give in?

Or would she be so dutiful to Jonathan, that she too would reject him so crassly?

Or...would she realize that there was something better than the Joestar?

"To think he's known her for years, and has never mentioned her to you...not once," he said to her.

"Concerning isn't it?" he questioned her.

" Perhaps he is being thoughtful though,” he then reasoned, “ Seeing as you two are nothing alike,” he informed her.

“You are right...he is kind and wouldn’t tell you just how much you don’t fit into his taste,” he said with consideration.

“I mean...her hands are soft, unlike yours," he said grasping at her hand, encasing it in his larger, stronger one.

He forced the palm to face them, both as he spoke,

" one look at these and one could determine your nothing but a lowly servant, " he said with a tut, and at that she tried to pull them away, hoping to stuff them beneath her apron to obscure the sight, but his hold did not relent.

Years ago, a handful ago, he'd made a comment about them, a rather innocent one that hadn’t really been anything meant to hurt her, but letting her know how rough they felt at the palms, and it was enough for her to grow unconfident about them.

It was enough for her to not want Jonathan to look at them.

It was enough to make her not want anyone to feel them.

And every night, with worry she'd soothe cream onto the flesh, detesting how no matter what she saw, they seemed ugly.

They didn't look delicate to her. They didn't seem as soft as they should be.

- How would anyone ever ask for her hand?

"Let's face it," he huffed, " no amount of smudged colors and pretty hand me downs can hide that," he told her, his right hand holding her cheek, wiping away the fallen tear and as his thumb wiped down, it rotated again to wipe off the touch of red that decorated her lower lip.

"I've told you plenty of times before, that no matter what you do. No matter how much you plea and pray… he will never lay his eyes on you," He said to her as the red smudged.

"And even if he dared…" he started, hearing her weep, "even if he dared to set his eye-”

"Please Dio… p-please no more..." She begged, sniffling, trying to hold back her tears as she tried to shake him off.

His hold on her loosened, a firm press to his lips as he released her, watching her stumble forward, her hands pressed to her chest as the muscle within bled, crying out in pain at the many stab wounds that had struck her.

She fell to her knees, her crying face pointed down as she continued to shed tears.

They fell and decorated the polished floor, the little globs soon forming a very tiny pond of sorrow beneath her.

'You're reminded of your place.

It’s as it should be.

It serves you right …

And yet…

- and yet,' he thought to himself as he bit his tongue.

'Tch…' he was quick, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close, forcing her head down onto his chest.

"Enough…" he said softly, his voice low and nearly silent as he looked up to the ceiling, vexed.

Yet again he gave in, going from bitter to sweet in an instant.

“it’s nothing to cry over,” he said quietly.

‘Jonathan isn’t something to cry over,’

He inwardly cursed at the circumstances, because to break Jonathan he needed to sever every tie that could pull him back.

And right before him was the most powerful anchor.

he could not break Jonathan without destroying  (F/n).

And it frustrated him.

Even if Erina had Jonathan's attention now, losing (f/n) would certainly be a wound that would not heal.

" I already know!" She said back, her voice muffled by his shoulder where she leaned in.

"I know I'm worth nothing!" she cried out,

" I know he’d never love me!

I know I'm nothing more than a filthy servant," she said to him, finally voicing out the ugly thoughts she’s had.

'An abandoned child without love.

Always in search of even a fragment of tenderness...' she held onto him desperately before her fingers dug into him, finding enough strength to cling to him.

She continued to cry until another voice interrupted.

'No, No, No!' she inwardly. 'Don't you remember?' she thought to herself.

"Not...not Jojo," She started, sounding unconvinced at first before she seemed to gather her thoughts properly.

" He doesn't care about any of that," she then said while her hold loosened, the desperation she clung to Dio lessening as she fought against his own say.

"Not him..." She said while delicately shilling, the expression she wore so frail, that just a single word could shatter it.

“Anyone but him,” she said.

" (f/n) ," He said to her, his voice low and soft, the edge to it gone as he then attempted to reach for her fallen tears that still fell and clung to her lashes.

“- You must understand.”

His palm nearly touched her wet cheek before she turned away.

Turning her face away, she collected them on her own, and with the single motion, she did more harm to him than any strike ever fallen onto his flesh.

His stomach fell, and it anchored his heart into the same downward route.

She couldn't even look at him, and during then he shook.

The kind reaching hand then fisted angrily, trembling with loathing, for not her, but for the Joestar who always had her tied to him.

- For Dio himself for holding her so dear.

"I despise this... weakness," he said to himself as he stood, glaring down at the woman with eyes that had hardened the saddened pools of warmth into cold cut ruby stone before she could realize how much he was pained.

" I detest you," he then added as he watched her, their sights connected as she gave him the same look as always.

Tender, and sweet, as well as saddened and holding just the lightest touch of pity directed to him.

She didn't raise her voice at him, nor did she accuse him of anything.

She didn't retaliate for what was an attack against her, instead, staying calm, the remains of her sorrow still evident on her face, but no longer flowing.

" I cannot stand that damnable sight of you," he continued on as he took in the affection that was directed to him, especially the tenderness that existed, but was just a hair strand away from love.

because everything that had crossed that line was meant for someone else, devoted to another person who always found a way to persevere.

"You are nothing but a fool," he finally said, speaking loudly and eyeing her, but addressing his own self.

He would have been able to accomplish so much had she not existed.

She was always in the middle, and whenever bad came to Jonathan it only drove her closer to the Joestar.

If his ties were severed elsewhere, she waited openly, only adding more strength to their own bond.

She was a nuisance to his effort, and while he would have easily been able to have gotten rid of her with some sort of plan.

- Any coercion or devious scheme, it always pained him to even think that she'd suffer.

She'd suffer because of him. She'd despise him, inevitably and with certainty, she'd despise him.

And the idea pained him in a way that just burned.

At one point he'd wondered if he put aside everything else, then he could share whatever good he had with her.

But to do that, she'd have to let go of Jonathan, which was something she'd never do.

So, his options were to just live without her, but have a fortune, or to have nothing and still be without her.

"A fool..." he repeated as he continued to glare at her.

Past whatever pain she felt and had consumed her, she then lifted her chin, just enough for a person that was sure of themselves,

"I am...aren't I ?" she asked him, a smile that pained him being offered.

" For loving someone who hurts me so much," she told him, "Who takes my heart and crushes it whenever they feel upset, " she mused while standing on her own.

"Who's own heart is so wounded, they believe that is the way mine should be," she added while continuing to smile at him.

‘Dio... even if it were for my own good, it’s like you hold bitterness towards me, when i’ve only ever offered my friendship to you, my care.’

"At least when Jonathan hurts me, it comes from not knowing, from not being aware of what I feel.

But you?

- When you hurt me....you know what blows to deal, and you strike low whenever you can." she said with hurt.

“ For you to know these things... it’s because I trust you... I trust you not to hurt me.” she told him.

‘Sometimes... I think you know me better than Jonathan because there are things I cannot tell him....things he would not understand. Things I am too ashamed to speak of...’

“But you do so anyways...whenever the mood strikes you do so,” she lamented.

"And I'm not sure if I can - If i..." she seemed to lose her certainty, and instead she bit her lip with discomfort, her eyes cast away.

‘ Can’t you see... It hurts me more to have you against me. It muddies my feelings when you do this...when you hurt me, then hold me,’ she thought with confusion, unable to understand.

‘Can’t you see that when you say these things... they sound as though you believe them yourselves...as though you see me as nothing...’

She thought with pain, her eyes welling with tears again.

She shook her head quickly, "I need to get back to my duties," she said instead.

"-To do what A servant does. "She said with a less than convincing smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"If you need me, young master...I will be where I belong today, as every day," she informed him before brushing past him.

The single address so formal it was nearly cold, made his breath halt.

Her heart ached, but not so much as his as he stood there stilly, struck by a great pain that stopped him from reaching out for her and pulling her back as his immediate thoughts told him to do.

He continued to stay there in silence, and inwardly cursed at his brother, detesting him furthermore.

Yes Dio likes her, he’s terribly in love. but he’s so damn stubborn and stupid he doesn’t just accept that he straight up loves her and contradicts himself so much.

- I don’t give a shit about you, but like, I actually do.

-Why can’t you see he’s not the one for you.

His love isn’t perfect, its’ somewhat sick and toxic. He acts on jealousy, a lot. And he does tend to offend her with his own insecurities because of his own origins.

The whole Jonathan and Erina thing, imma add more to that soon. Obviously I changed things up to fit.

[joestarfoundation]

Jofoes: First Time. . .

Modern!AU. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! Listen to Cupid, but not the Twin Version, listen to the original in Korean. Remember, love yourself more than anyone else

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

Pucci, Funny Valentine: I think he would take you in missionary position, with your feet on his shoulders (or lower), slowly entering you. His pace would be slow but hard, his eyes would be fixed on your breasts, while he praises and degrades you <3 But still, don't even think about holding your moans, because if you do, you will be brutally fucked nsfw link

Both Dios, Diavolo: mf would be rough, and really, I mean it, he would be ROUGH. Yes, maybe it's your first time, before the action, he would leave several marks on your collarbone, neck, the occasional kiss, but he would focus more on intercourse. If you're lucky, maybe in the first few minutes he'll be gentle with you, but as time goes by... he'd end up fucking you hard without mercy, and very possibly degrade you. You must know that you'll lose your anal virgnity w/ him, so if you were waiting for him to enter your pussy, I'm sorry! nsfw link

Kars, Kira: In this case, his cock is so big, you would have to relax first. Here more priority will be given to foreplay, I think he would like that more than the action itself, but of course he's dying to feel your virgin pussy around him. There are parts of your body that he simply finds wonderful, and of course, there will be plenty of kisses. Once the action starts he's going to go hard, but it will not feel abrupt, on the contrary, it would even be awkward, in a good way, of course. He'd notice your bouncy breasts, and since you are his favorite person, he'd call you his goddess nsfw link

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[gatitties]

Dear friend

─Dio x fem!reader (Platonic) [Phantom Blood]

─Summary: You find yourself tied to the infamous Dio Brando, creating a strange relationship despite being complete opposites.

─Warnings: occ and a little angst i think¿, Dio is soft in this one

I was a little delulu while watching jojo's and listening to sad music late at night led me to write this 😔🤌🏻

Dio Brando's life was not good in general, condemned to live in misery since he was born, with the only source of love and hope dying little by little, his mother was the only thing that kept him sane during his childhood, once his mother's life vanished in just a breath, he thought he would never feel what he used to call humanity again. His father could not be considered human, after all he had monstrous and condemnable actions, being only scum deserving of the most painful death.

He thought that he would be condemned in a spiral of darkness and filth, that his only goal in life would be to wait for his father's death and take over the fortune of the Joestar family once they adopted him, then another ray of light broke his dark shell, where his heart bled with pain, where the most sensitive part of the human being was hidden, even from him, who thought that nothing could give him back that lost humanity.

Dio was making some money as usual, betting a couple of coins to win more in that filthy bar, the carefree conversations and fights were a dull noise to him at this point, but the explosions, the burning smell and the screaming of someone in the kitchen wasn't something that happened often, that was the first time he saw you.

You ran out of the kitchen with teary eyes, coughing from the smoke you had inhaled, some parts of your clothes were burned, your cheeks were red from the heat and the embarrassment of being scolded by your boss while everyone watched, although you recovered soon when you were sent to do anything other than cook, it definitely wasn't your strong point.

Neither was waiting tables since you tripped over your own feet several times, your balance betrayed you at the worst moments and your hands seemed to be made of butter, but you remained firm with your optimistic attitude, that, and you needed the money, you were not going to leave this job nor would you allow such a quick dismissal.

Dio thought you were stupid to say the least, clumsy, distracted, inept… but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off your figure when you were juggling to leave the beers on the table next to him, he couldn't figure out if you were purposely ignoring the lustful gazes of some depraved people or were you really that ignorant of your surroundings, he found it endearing in a way.

"Hey you, pay attention to the damn game!"

He grimaced, fed up with the man, he made his final move, winning and enraging the guy he was playing against, he threw the coins across the table, but before Dio could grab them his face was smashed into the plate of hot food making a thud that stopped the sound throughout the bar for a second.

It happened before he could react, he was planning to hit that old geezer to break his nose, but someone had gotten ahead of him, before he realized it, a burnt frying pan hit the bastard's face, causing blood to drip from his mouth, some teeth shooting out from its place.

"Don't waste food, you stuck-up idiot!"

Your expression changed to a frown, although everyone ignored your outburst, it wasn't the first time you hit someone for doing something that bothered you, but coming from a family with limited resources made you appreciate every little thing, you were a brave fool, you could mess with the most dangerous person on the entire face of the earth just for standing up for your values and ideals, and that, that's what caught Dio Brando's attention.

He didn't really look for interactions with you, you only caused him a slight curiosity, but there were many people just as stupid as you, living a miserable life, accepting their fate without aspiring to much more, but destiny seemed to want to intertwine your paths, that, or he just began to notice your presence more once he noticed you.

Of course, you also began to notice him more, it's not every day you find people with such striking appearance in the suburbs you used to frequent, especially people your age, and especially those who move through the darkness like you.

You accepted all kinds of assignments, even if they were dangerous, you always had luck on your side and a handful of sharp or blunt objects, aim was the only thing that probably stands out about your physical abilities along with stealth, you had learned to move like a rat, dark alleys, damp sewers… you knew every nook and cranny of this city by heart.

And that was how your first real interaction happened, you were both hired to do some smuggling for a good amount of money, you had worked in pairs before, but meeting the person you were strangely seeing everywhere lately was strange, you weren't going to turn down the job anyway, money is money.

What started with some ups and downs in your relationship was how curt Dio was, his harsh comments and lack of empathy made you frown, you scolded him occasionally for being so impolite and rude, not only to you but to other people who didn't deserved it. It was a tug of war between the two, complete opposites attracting each other.

When the relationship began to heat up, or rather when the remains of goodness that remained in a broken child made a little hole in his bleeding heart, it was when you took care of a drunken Dio, you found him raving, beating to death some poor devils who had decided to mess with him that night, you would have suffered the same fate if you hadn't been lucky enough that before he hit you he tripped on a rock, hitting his head. You took it from there and helped him without asking for anything in return, which caused him to distance himself for a few weeks after coming back looking different.

"What's wrong with you? Huh?"

You pointed accusingly at the blonde, who slapped your finger away from his face, letting out some complaints.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh don't try to play that with me, the time working with you was enough to be able to see through you, ah, I know, did you find a partner!?"

His eyebrow twitched at your new explosion of emotions, grabbing your head to keep your body still as you started to surround him asking a bunch of questions about his supposed partner.

"No."

"Aww" you deflated at his harsh response, recovering immediately "Anyway, seriously, there's something weird about you, I can see it in your eyes."

You moved a little closer to his face once he released you, looking directly into his captivating crimson eyes, although in truth you were just looking at your reflection on his gaze, sticking out your tongue as if you were posing for a photo, he looked in disbelief, you were too stupid and he didn't understand why, why after leaving those suburbs did he return? Why did he keep visiting you if he no longer needed you for anything? Why did he come back after moving to a better life? His mind couldn't understand it, but his heart won this battle and he let the only good feelings guide him towards your clumsy person.

"Whatever makes you sleep better."

He found himself enjoying your presence, your voice, your silly thoughts, your insignificant emotions more than usual, he found another source of light that illuminated the cracks in his shattered heart, minimally healing his inner child, and in turn, he repudiated every inch of your being, so kind and pure for someone like him, were you ignoring his evil nature or were you really that naive to not notice all the red flags around him? He didn't know it, but he would prefer that it stay like this for a while longer, all of his plans were moving forward and you weren't part of them.

You silently observe the sunset, the warm colors gradually disappearing as you lean against the half-broken cement wall, this building used to be your meeting point for the assignments you had together. You look back at Dio, who is unusually thoughtful, you also immerse yourself in your own thoughts, you were conscious, conscious of everything that Dio was and will be, you only needed some information that he let escape between the lines and his behavior of greatness to know that your friend was someone evil, someone who wouldn't think for a second about ending someone's life if they were a threat, you knew it and yet… Was it selfish to want to maintain this friendship? Even knowing that he wasn't someone to admire? Someone who repudiated half the world? That didn't agree with most of your values? Well, you were human, and selfishness is one of the facets that characterizes humanity, you never asked for much in your life, you wanted to grant yourself this whim despite everything.

"I don't know what will happen from now on, but thank you for all these years, I never thought I could have this kind of connection with someone."

Your neck almost broke from the speed at which you moved it to look at Dio, who was facing away from you, there was no way he had said that, expressing so many emotions and feelings like never before, were you dreaming? Was this some kind of alternate reality? Your eyes began to water because of his words, yes, you were a sentimental softie.

"That's so nice Dio, you should say that more often, instead of 'shut up bitch' or 'you suck'!"

You jumped on his back like a baby koala, sniffling on his shoulder while he froze for a second, trying to shake off your crying form, you seemed as fragile as a twig at that moment but you clung to him like a damn leech. He took you off of him after a couple of minutes, unexpectedly his arms surrounded your figure, seeing you buried in a mass of muscles for the first time, you were going to make a stupid comment, but for once you decided to shut your big mouth, passing your arms through his back.

No one dared to say anything, well, the look he gave you after he separated from you was a silent threat so that you wouldn't say anything about this moment of weakness he had, after all Dio has no weaknesses, he is superior to everyone.

Certainly, everything changed from that day, the relationship cooled because he disappeared from your life, you understood that the change in lifestyle was what caused it and if in a certain part it was true, you wanted to check that he was doing it right, it wasn't the case when you discovered that he was trying to kill Mr. Joestar, who welcomed him with open arms.

Your heart squeezed at the information, you knew that your friend was not a saint, you knew that he was a horrible person with others, but you remained selfish in your decision not to see him as human scum, to continue loving him like any other person. Your thoughts didn't last long though, at least not with the new version of him.

You were scared when you found him in your room one night, in the darkest corner, staring as if you were a prey, you could see his agitated breath coming out like smoke from a chimney, his eyes were still the same, but they scared you.

"Has the cat eaten your tongue? It's me, Dio! I don't think you've forgotten about me, I haven't, dear friend."

"You're not- you're not my friend…"

Your words came out shaky, the lump in your throat growing the closer the blonde got, this had to be a bad dream, you had heard that your friend had died after trying to kill Jonathan Joestar, although his body was not found among the rubble of the mansion, this couldn't be true.

"No? Maybe you're just confused, I'm still me, I've discovered a new way of living! I don't need that bullshit humanity, a longer lasting, stronger way of life! I am my best version."

You grabbed the lamp on your nightstand, making him smile at your fear, he knew you used to throw random things when you were angry or scared.

"You are not Dio! You are not the Dio that I know… your look is no longer the same, even when it was mischievous and evil before, it contained that shine of hope."

"Hope? That's pathetic, but you're lucky, I'm giving you the opportunity to live with dignity as a superior being! Just for being you, my only friend."

A hand covered your mouth, knowing that you would scream when he was next to you in the blink of an eye, he laughed at your reaction, resting his chin on the curve between your shoulder and neck, he grimaced as he felt you licking his hand, at least you were still stupidly brave to do that.

"Well? Will you agree to reign over all those filthy humans? You can live forever, without worries like money, no more shitty jobs."

You closed your eyes tightly in a last attempt to wake up if this was a dream, accepting that it wasn't, you moved away from his body, almost falling off the bed, you turned your body slightly to face him directly, oh that certain look of yours, it made him smile.

"I'm sorry, but the Dio I know is dead, and I refuse to accept a deal from a stranger."

He began to laugh lightly without taking his eyes off you, in another blink his imposing figure caught you, feeling again the mass of muscles imprisoning you between chest and biceps, your face pressed to his heart made you listen to the calm rhythm of it.

"I didn't expect anything less from someone as stupid and clumsy as you, I honestly knew that you were going to reject eternal youth, it's a real shame… but coming here was more of a whim."

His grip loosened a little, he rested his head on top of yours, closing his eyes for a few seconds, taking in as much of your scent as he could and it was gone as quickly as it came, you were barely able to react as the heat around you disappeared in a fraction of second, you looked with doubt at the open window, noticing how he was watching you from somewhere, you frowned, still with your lamp in your hand you threw it out the window, closed it as quickly as you could, you got under the sheets as if you were going to scare away the monsters of the night, closing your eyes although with a small smile when you heard the moan of Dio, who had been hit by your impeccable shot.

If you weren't his dear friend, you would have been three meters underground for a long time.

[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

[sl33paholics]

dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Shame on the Night

Notes: NSFW, fem!reader with afab parts, AU?, cock warming changing positions, messy (writing wise), it's also messy story wise, Dio being an asshole, blood, vampire shenanigans. Does it go with the vibe? Not particularly, but vampires are hot, so who's complaining. Tell me if I missed anything!

Outside a storm raged on. Rain pelted the windows, threatening to break the panes and sounding like rocks getting thrown at the glass . Thunder rolled ominously on the horizon, lightning lighting up the sky, but you stayed inside, warmth seeping into your bones, protected by the thick walls of the Joestar manor and the heavy arms of your lover wrapped around you.

Fire crackled and snapped in the fireplace. You enjoyed the noises from your seat in Dio's lap while he enjoyed a good book. All was set up to be a perfect, peaceful night... If only it wasn't for the aching lust in your core keeping you from enjoying such a domestic night.

As Dio read, you suffered. Quaking thighs shivering around his legs, fingers digging into his scalp and shoulder, trying to hang on for dear life before you could slip. Your heat and juices flooded his lap hidden underneath your dress skirt hitched above your thighs. His gorgeous shaft was plunged deep within you, but he didn't allow you to move as he sat in the blissful silence, indulging in your sweet heat and the good words of his book.

It was torture. Pure, agonizing, orgasmic torture.

You tried to hide your whimpers and cries of his name in the collar of his dress shirt. Tears and drool alike stained the cloth. But Dio seemed to stay unaffected. His beautiful amber eyes stayed trained on the spiraling paragraphs of letters printed on paper as you continued to babble and whine in his lap.

After a louder cry of his name that threatened to wake up the mansion, Dio sighed, bookmarking his novel with a thumb and training his attention on you now. You jumped pathetically at the feeling of his hand now on your bare waist, just underneath the curve of your breast. He watched them heave with every intake of breath, a sly glint in his warm eyes. He was proud of his work, getting you to strip off your dress top, left only in the skirt with nothing to protect your naked flesh from his predatory gaze.

The sharp nail of his thumb lifted up to play with the peak of your breast. Dio took sadistic joy in the noise of pained pleasure you gave him, watching you writhe in your seat.

"Now, now, love... No moving." His toying hand moved to swiftly grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Remember what happens when you break one of our little rules..."

You flat out moan, collapsing into a heap against his chest again. Your nails dug deeper in his shoulder, your whole body vibrating with his baritone chuckle.

"Dio... Dio, I can't take this anymore! I feel like I'm about to break!"

You felt his hot cock throbbing deep inside you, but you craved more. You needed him to move his goddamn hips already.

Dio only kept smiling. The thumb on your pretty face left to rub against your lips. They were soft like rose petals, tempting the man. He found himself entranced, like a cobra hypnotized by the sound of a flute. "Love... Keep speaking like that and I..."

Dio leaned in slowly, lips parted, eyes hazy and half lidded. Your eyes were shielded from the lightning outside as he went in to kiss you, only to be interrupted so rudely by the thunder.

You squeak, grabbing on to his head for dear life. Muffled by your skin, Dio laughed lightly into your chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. Your flesh was on his lips. Might as well, he thought, since he was there. He attacked your chest with passionate kisses, licking the sweat off your skin, feeling you tremble in his arms. He moved east. Taking your breast in his hand to suckle at your left nipple like a thirsty babe while the other hand went underneath your skirt, where he found your aching wet cunt and your throbbing clit. His cock was soaked, Dio loved the bodily jolt that happened to you once he teased you little bundle of nerves, drinking in your every pathetic mewl of his name.

He detached his wet lips from your tit, finally looking at you with his electrifying eyes. While he held you so dearly, his hand still touched your oh so sensitive core, enjoying the nonstop twitching of your legs around his drenched thighs.

"How much more do you think you can take?" Dio cooed into your mouth. "I only have a few more pages left... Can you be a good girl and wait?"

Could you wait? His thumb was still playing with your clit. You couldn't think straight. Dio would punish you if you came too quickly. Finishing his book could take forever... But you wanted to be good. You wanted to be so good. Just thinking about what Dio would do to you if you stayed still made you want to....

Your thoughts were silenced by a kiss. "You're thinking. But you're not answering me." He whispered. "Well? Can my beautiful doll take it?"

"I can take it." Your fingers gripped tighter around his shoulders, and you swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth. Dio kissed you again so sweetly, settling back into the chair and grabbing his book.

"Good girl. Now, join me, it shouldn't take but a couple more minutes." Reluctantly, you accepted your fate, burrowing your face in his neck.

A couple minutes sounded like an eternity... But you'd try your best. Dio kept stock still, occasionally flipping the page he was reading. You, on the other hand... You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, feel his heart fluttering underneath your chin. Dio acted calm, he breathed softly as he read, but you understood he was going just as crazy as you were. And that made this all so much worse for you.

Tonight he was wearing a white collared shirt. Three of the buttons were snapped open, giving you access to the smallest bit of his bare chest. Just then, looking down at his pale beauty, you decided you wanted to see more.

So, with the least bit of moving, your hand opened two more. And then a third. Until half of his shirt was open. Dio didn't stop you. Now you could see how he sweat. His slick skin shimmered in the golden light of the fireplace. You trailed your hand down to feel his jumping muscles without complaint from Dio.

You should stop. You might get punished, but... He was too beautiful to stop.

You may be stuck on his lap, but that didn't mean he couldn't be tortured just as he was doing to you. Dio's jaw and his thick neck were perfect prey to your bites and kisses. Your arms cuddled his head, fingers running through his blond locks. Technically you weren't breaking his rule. You weren't allowed to grind on him, or move your hips in any way. Dio said nothing about kisses and fleeting touches, and you indulged in it. His neck was getting covered in red bruises from your lips while the fingers of your left hand found his hardened nipple, doing the same things he did to you, and pinching them until they were hardened peaks.

"Y/n." He said lowly. His eyes weren't on his book anymore.

"You said I couldn't move my hips, nothing about kisses." You teased, going as far to kiss his nose, testing how far you could go. "You've tortured me all night. Now let me indulge." You turned his head to clash your lips on his. You started a heated makeout, your tongue exploring his mouth, catching Dio by surprise.

The feeling of your tongue on his. Your hands on his pectoral and in his hair forced an airy moan from his lips. The sudden noise of his book slamming shut made you jump. It was placed beside you on a table, Dio not even caring to mark his page. You watched with wide eyes, frozen, as his hands gripped your hips, his hold tightening and trapping you in his lap.

"Why did you stop, dear?" His icy tone of voice made you shudder.

You barely squeak out a response before Dio begins to forcibly grind your hips down on his. That squeak was replaced with a moan you tried to hide, but your boyfriend didn't allow you.

He gripped your wrist so tightly, looking through you with his glowing amber eyes. He dared you to look away, using all but his voice to tell you. "This is what you wanted, right, love? You wanted to win our little game, right?"

You can't respond. The feeling of his cock dragging so deliciously against your clit, rendered you a whimpering puddle in his lap. Dio didn't need to wait for a response. He doesn't look away from your fragile body, with lust in his eyes his arms brought you off of his soaked cock, and pierced you down right on it again.

You're not allowed to scream. Just as your mouth hung open, Dio captured your lips with his to swallow your moans. The force he was using on you was too much, he made you see stars with every thrust of his hips.

You moan into his mouth, "D-Dio!" and hold on to your boyfriend tighter, your fingernails threatening to break the skin of his pale, beautiful neck.

"Fuck." You can barely speak over your exaggerated pants, after Dio left your lips the only thing you had left to silence yourself was his skin, you bit down on his shoulder, hard. You hear Dio's gasp morph into a breathy groan at the pleasurable pain. You weren't cohesive enough to realize how sharp your bite was. All you knew was that Dio would never let you forget this night if your whorish shrieks woke up any of the staff or worse, his family. You continued to bite down until you tasted a metallic tang on your tongue, and stayed that way until Dio had stopped fucking you mad.

He had suddenly stopped his thrusts, collecting you and your frivolous dress skirt in his arms to stand from his chair. You're amazed by his strength, but miss the feeling of his cock pounding into you. Before you can complain, you're scared silent by your boyfriend's lustful, sadistic grin.

"I'm going to fuck you to sleep, just like this. Does that sound good, pet?"

He doesn't wait for a response. Immediately he begins to use your body like he did before, except gravity was against you now. The new position helped him reach deeper, allow you to feel him more, and left you inconsolable.

"I'm close, love." He panted against your neck. His cold nose pressed just underneath your ear. Something else prodded at your sweat slick skin, sending tingles down your spine. Dio pleaded further.

"Allow me to suck you dry in two ways, instead of one." Without anything more, two fangs punctured your neck. The red hot feeling of his mouth sucking you free of your blood coupled with his cock draining you of your energy sent your body into overdrive. You come apart in his arms, your weak legs wrapped around his middle barely holding you up. If not for Dio's possessive hold on your hips, surely you would've fallen.

Once you came, Dio didn't stop drinking your blood. He continued to suck selfishly on your pierced skin until he was full of your offering. But he still hadn't cum. You knew this as he placed you down on a table, books pushed off to the floor to make room for your body, others digging into the precious skin of your back once your arms couldn't hold you up any longer, and you fell backwards into the table. You're practically unable to move as Dio stands over you, drained of your blood and cum. He reminded you more of a succubus than a vampire.

He wiped away the blood on his lips with his tongue, not allowing any of it to go to waste. "I'm going to use you. Again, and again, until I'm satisfied. Doesn't that sound lovely, my dear?"

"Dio..." His hands grip your thighs tighter, pulling you closer until his cockhead is at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside you again, drinking in your tiny whimpers of pain.

He makes good on his promise. He pounds into you until you lose count of how many times you've come. By the time your body has decided it's had enough, the corners of your sight are blurring, the pain of hardcover books in your back have dimmed into a soft ache, and the echoes of the burning fire and the wet slap of his hips on yours begun to bounce off the walls of your mind. There wasn't anymore rain falling by the time Dio was done with you, and you were nothing more than a husk of the woman you were before you came into his library.

You don't remember anything after you blacked out. Waking up in a warm, soft bed was a surprise to you. The curtains were drawn, no light from the gloomy, rainy morning was allowed in. Even with the sun hidden behind grey clouds, Dio didn't want to risk anything.

You awaken, sitting alone in his big canopy bed. Your thighs screamed in pain, as did your throbbing neck and aching back. You were never allowing Dio to do anything like last night to you ever again. You didn't enjoy being used like a toy. Well, maybe you did, so long as he kept his late night rendezvous inside his bedroom. You were not sleeping on a bed of books ever again.

Dio entering his room severed your mind from their thoughts. He had a tray in his hands, holding breakfast and a drink of water for you. He'd changed clothes, that sadistic smile from before was replaced with the same smile he used to charm his family, appearing innocent and kind, but you knew better than to fall for your boyfriend's sick charades.

He bid you a good morning, placing your tray of breakfast on your left on the nightstand. He soon climbed into bed with you, delicate hands rubbing against any piece of your body they could, as his devilish lips pressed kisses onto your covered arms.

"You fell asleep before I could treat you properly, we didn't even get to cuddle."

"And who's fault is that?" You snap with no real venom. You're too exhausted to be angry. Dio doesn't falter, he still smiles. "I took care of you the best I could."

You notice you're not in the same dress you were in before. It's a plum purple nightgown you're in now. One from the many other stays here at the Joestar mansion. You still didn't have underwear though, of course. The bastard rid you of your favorite pair last night. He'd pay once you've healed. "You clothed me?"

"Of course I did." His smile widened.

"And you bathed me?"

"It's the least I could do for my favorite blood donor." He chuckled at his own bad joke, kissing up your arm until he found your neck, pressing an apologetic kiss on the two wounds he found there. "I wanted you to be comfortable in my home. And I wanted to make up for my rash decisions last night, today."

"How so?" You didn't stop his attack of kisses. It was nice, actually. At this point he had kissed up to your ear, nibbling on the lobe teasingly before he whispered. "By being your personal servant for the day."

He started kissing his way back down, all the way to the back of your palm, holding it in both of his dearly as he kissed each and every knuckle on your hand. "Whatever it is you need, I'll give it to you. Food, drink, books, even if it's the world you want, it's yours."

You smirk, "That does sound nice. But it will take much more than food, or the world on a silver platter for that matter, to make it up to me."

You fall backwards into bed. Dio is immediately on top of you, caging you in his body. He holds you dearly, so much softer than last night. He wants to steal your lips, but stops himself from doing so.

"What else can I give you, dear?"

You pretend to think, playing with his lips, watching the way the sides quirk up in the tiniest smile, and the way his fangs protrude from them noticeably. It's incredible how his family hasn't found them yet. "You can start... by drawing me a bath. I feel filthy."

"That I can do, my dear." Dio pecks your lips with his before drawing away. "But what will you change into? You have no clothes here."

"No worries, love. I'll steal some of yours." He laughed a little, "Fine, if that's what you wish. I'll have the servants clean your dress during your stay."

He quickly got himself busy with finding an outfit for you. His clothes may be large on your frame, but that was no problem to you. It wasn't like you were leaving Dio's room any time soon. He placed them folded perfectly at the foot of his bed, and left to begin your bath, while you enjoyed your fresh breakfast.

[tasteofgummies]

Living with them #1 [PB]

CW: obsession, manipulative behavior

If you're under 16 please dni

Jonathan Joestar

>Ever since you appeared on his dreams for the first time, he knew you were the one for him

>He's the one who has a hardest time adjusting to new technologies

>And don't get me started on meme culture, he'll never get it

>Please don't leave him alone if you have your card information saved, he'll forget it's not his Joestar money anymore and spend your money on trinkets

>He does his absolute best to help you out around the house, even if he's bad at it

>He's sad when he doesn't do a good job, even when you aren't mean about it

>"Oh, I need to sweep the floors" you said, something so innocent, yet he felt so sad:(( he already did that, can't you tell?

>He won't tell you, he'll just sulk around

>When you were just visions, Dio used to bully him about his crush on you

>"Huh, so you really think someone like them would pick you? Don't make me laugh Jojo, you're an idiot" —Said Dio, who also was developing a crush on you

>Thrives off your attention, whether is a brief smile, or a full on conversation, he's thinking about it all day long

>Feels so giddy when you "protect" him and tell Dio he's being too mean to him, finally! Someone who believes him over his brother! Not even his father does that

>But you're different, you truly appreciate him

>He can feel a little homesick, but then thinks it's only a matter of time before he's back, so it's fine

>Wait, it's not fine, that means it's only a matter of time before he has to leave you...

>Let's not think about that!

>Has a good relationship with your cat

>Since they don't have documentation to prove they exist in this, they can't get "real" jobs

>But he offers his clothes and jewelry to you as a mean of payment, you got enough money to buy groceries for a couple months plus two mattresses for them

>He wishes he could sleep next to you, but he would never say it

>So scandalous! You're not even betrothed to one another and he's having these thoughts...

>As a whole, he's a good roomie, doesn't overstep any boundaries, helps around, and doesn't break or steal anything, 8/10

Dio Brando

>When you appeared in visions, he believed you a deity, a saint, a powerful mage, even a demon, reaching out to him

>Definitely not a single [age]-something having a 9 to 5 job and a cat

>Unlike Jonathan, who's oblivious, he knows he wants you

>He can't figure out his feeling quite yet, but he knows you have something he wants for himself, and he can't allow that Joestar to just go and take it from his hands

>He's honestly so dangerous even outside his turf

>Let's all remember that before the stone mask and before The World, what always made Dio powerful was how charming he was

>He watches Phantom Blood behind your back to know exactly what kind of image you would have of him based on the contents

>He was not pleased

>Now he knows you won't be as easily manipulated

>He performs flawlessly around the house, but never asks for your praise

>He wants it, but he wants to appear as the most "down to earth" option, contrary to Jonathan's carelessness

>He's intending to have a "villain redemption arc" and a "roommates to lovers" situation happen, as they call it (yes, he has been researching common romance tropes, not because he likes you, it's just it's easier to have you under control if you're in love with him, that's all -liar-)

>Won't get a job, just no

>Isn't a natural at the new technologies, but it's notably better than Jonathan

>Won't pull a Danny on your cat, but he doesn't love them, they're in a constant silent war

>He was the one who saw you first, that got to feel your presence first, is only fair you would pay attention to him instead of his buffoon of a "brother"

>He will manipulate you by making you think he's slowly warming up to you, acting cold and crass at first, only to then surprise you with small acts of tenderness

>Since he knows he's defeated in his universe, he doesn't want to go back until he has learned a couple things

>Is still deciding whether or not he'll use you to increase his power and leave you, or take you with him to his world, as a living trophy

>in roomie material, a solid 7/10, as a yandere, I wish you luck

[3niqma]

𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐞.

「あなたは見事に見えます。"

𝐣.𝐣 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

as the moon cast a silvery glow over the tranquil seaside villa, you and jonathan stood hand in hand, gazing out at the shimmering waves. it had been a whirlwind journey, from the intense battles against the undead and the malevolent dio brando to the sweet moment of your union after it all.

jonathan's strong, calloused hand gently caressed yours, sending a shiver down your spine. his deep, azure eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. the gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees, and you could hear the distant sound of the ocean, creating a serene and intimate atmosphere.

"you look stunning," jonathan whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and love. he wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, a stark contrast to the aristocratic attire he was accustomed to. the bond you shared had allowed him to escape the confines of his family's legacy, and he had embraced this newfound freedom with you by his side.

you blushed and smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his admiration. "and you, jojo, you look handsome as always."

with that, he drew you closer, his lips meeting yours in a tender, passionate kiss. the world around you seemed to fade away as your lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing the love and desire that had grown between you since the moment you first met.

jonathan's arms encircled your waist, pulling you even closer. the intensity of his kiss deepened, and your heart pounded in response. you could feel the love he had for you in every touch, every caress, and every heated exchange of breath.

as the kiss broke, you looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of emotion there. "i love you, jonathan," you confessed, your voice filled with sincerity. he smiled, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. "and i love you, my dear. more than words can express."

"please, allow me to show you how much i do"

hand in hand, you walked back into the villa, leaving the moonlit beach behind. the night was young, and the beginning of your honeymoon marked the start of a new chapter in both of your lives.

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inside the villa, soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm and romantic glow throughout the room. the scent of freshly picked tropical flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint, salty breeze that wafted in from the open balcony. it was a scene of enchantment.

gently, he began to unzip your wedding dress, each touch filled with a reverence that made your heart flutter. as the dress fell to the floor, you stood before him, clothed in delicate, lace-trimmed bridal lingerie, the embodiment of beauty and femininity.

jonathan's eyes never left yours as he removed his own clothes, revealing the sculpted physique that had withstood countless battles. he approached you, his hands tracing the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your skin, igniting a fire within you.

he whispered sweet words of praise, each one a testament to the deep connection you shared. his lips descended to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that continued towards your chest, that sent shivers down your spine. as his lips met yours once more, the room seemed to blur into a haze of fiery passion.

time seemed to stretch and contract, as if it had lost all meaning. every touch, every kiss, served to deepen the bond between you. the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of your love making and the soft sounds of your sighs and moans, a melody that echoed in the stillness of the night.

in each other's arms, you discovered a world of sensations, exploring each other’s bodies, bringing each other to the highest form of euphoria. the night was long, but it passed in the blink of an eye, leaving you both sated and utterly content, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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as the first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, you and jonathan lay intertwined. your bodies glistened with the sheen of perspiration, evidence of the fervor that had consumed you throughout the night.

jonathan's fingers traced lazy patterns along your skin. you love how he’s pressed up against you, he smells heavenly, sweet and masculine. it sends shivers down your spine, and makes you involuntarily squeeze your legs together for some friction. he propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze filled with pure tenderness as he looked down at you.

"you are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen," he whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

a contented smile tugged at your lips as you reached up to run your fingers through his tousled hair. "and you, my love, are the most amazing man i've ever known."

“how are you feeling, love? i wasn’t too rough, was i?” he asked with genuine concern; he would never forgive himself if he caused his lady any harm. even with stuff like this. your hand reached up to his cheek, stroking it reassuringly while telling him that it was perfect, he was perfect, the way he drove you to climax was perfect.

jonathan's lips found yours once again, placing a soft, lingering kiss on them. the intensity of the night had given way to a deep sense of connection and intimacy, a love that transcended physical desire. with a sigh, jonathan rolled onto his back, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was a soothing lullaby, and you closed your eyes, content to stay in this moment forever.

as the sun continued its ascent in the sky, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. the events of the past days, the battles fought, and the challenges overcome had all led to this moment. finally the two of you could get some well deserved rest.

as you and jonathan lay butt naked and entwined, the warmth of your bodies providing comfort, a sudden commotion at the door disrupted the serenity of the moment. the handle turned, and the door swung open with a loud creak.

in a state of shock and panic, you both shot upright, clutching the sheets to your bodies, eyes wide with surprise. it was none other than robert e. o. speedwagon, the ever-loyal friend of the joestar heir, who had barged in without knocking.

"jonathan! i've got urgent news!" speedwagon exclaimed, his eyes initially focused on a document in his hand. it took a few seconds for him to realize the compromising situation he had stumbled upon. his face turned as red as a cherry as he finally looked up and saw the two of you, naked and disheveled, frantically attempting to cover yourselves. speedwagon's hat nearly flew off his head in shock.

"i-i...oh, dear heavens! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to intrude!" speedwagon stammered, his face a deep shade of crimson. he turned on his heels, almost tripping over his own feet, and slammed the door shut behind him, mumbling apologies and profusely blushing. jonathan and you exchanged mortified glances before collapsing back onto the bed, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment. It seemed that even the indomitable robert e. o. speedwagon could be caught off guard.

speedwagon hurriedly retreated from the bedroom, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. he leaned against the hallway wall, taking a deep breath to calm his racing nerves.

"by the saints, i've never seen anything like that before!" he mumbled to himself, his hand trembling as he held the document he had brought for jonathan. after a moment, he cleared his throat and straightened his coat, realizing that he had indeed come to deliver some news. he knocked lightly on the door, hoping that jonathan and you had managed to regain your composure.

the door opened cautiously, and there stood jonathan, now dressed in a hastily thrown-on robe. he looked somewhat sheepish, but his trademark courtesy shone through as he greeted speedwagon.

"well, it seems like you two wasted no time starting your family, huh? i've heard the phrase 'honeymoon baby,' but this might be a record!"

jonathan and you shared a hearty laugh, the tension in the air dissipating completely. "oh, speedwagon," you said, your cheeks still flushed but your mood lightening, "we're just enjoying our time together. it's a bit early for that, i assure you!"

with a wink, speedwagon handed jonathan the document he had been holding. "well, it seems i may have jumped the gun a bit, but there's a property near the ocean that i thought you might be interested in. a lovely place for a family someday, perhaps?"

jonathan's eyes lit up with curiosity as he scanned the document, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. speedwagon had an uncanny way of turning even the most unexpected moments into memorable ones.

as the door closed behind speedwagon, jonathan turned his attention back to you, his deep blue eyes filled met with yours. he couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty and the intimacy you had shared, even if it had been interrupted by their dear friend. gently, he pulled you back into his embrace, the sheet that had covered your modesty slipping away as your bodies pressed together once again. his lips found yours in a passionate, yet tender kiss, his love for you burning brightly.

"despite the interruption, my love," he murmured against your lips, "i cannot resist the feelings that you ignite within me." his hands traced the contours of your body, his touch both electrifying and affectionate. your heart raced as jonathan's kisses traveled from your mouth to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. his fingers danced along your curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. the connection between you two was more than physical; it was a love that transcended time and circumstance.

“i have never seen you so straightforward, jojo. i’m not complaining, however.” you admitted, giggling as he pressed a soft kiss on the top of your nose.

jonathan let out a soft chuckle at your comment as he continued to lavish you with affection. "i cherish every moment we spend together, and i want to make our honeymoon unforgettable in every way."

with that, the room was once again filled with the sounds of pleasure. jonathan was clearly a natural at this.

speedwagon, who had retreated to a comfortable sitting area downstairs to give the newlyweds some privacy, suddenly found himself in an awkward position once more. the sounds of your passionate affection echoed from above, the unmistakable signs of lovemaking in full bloom. his face flushed crimson once again, and he couldn't help but cover his ears in embarrassment, muttering to himself.

"oh, my word, i didn't sign up for this." he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to focus on anything else to distract himself from the vivid images playing in his mind.

however, the persistent sounds from above continued to remind him of the present situation, and speedwagon couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh. "i suppose it's a testament to their love," he muttered to himself, "but i do hope they remember they have company downstairs."

in his mind, he couldn't help but picture you, the object of jonathan's deep affection and desire. your beauty and charm had not gone unnoticed by him, and he had always held a deep respect and admiration for you. now, as the sounds from above intensified, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. speedwagon bit his lip, trying to suppress his own rising desire as he contemplated the passion shared by you and jonathan. his heart raced, and he found himself fidgeting in his seat once more, his own longing stirring against his better judgment.

he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and remind himself of his loyalty and duty as a friend. "robert e. o. speedwagon, you must maintain your dignity!" he muttered to himself, attempting to redirect his attention to something, anything else.

he continued to listen to the faint sounds of affection and desire from the room above, feeling a sense of contentment for the newlyweds. speedwagon had seen jonathan through the darkest of times, and he was thrilled to see him now, so genuinely happy and in love.

finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely just a matter of minutes, the sounds from upstairs began to mellow. speedwagon let out a relieved breath and offered a silent prayer of gratitude. he knew that he had inadvertently intruded on a private and intimate moment between two people deeply in love. as the villa fell silent once more, speedwagon decided to quietly excuse himself and step outside for some fresh air, hoping to clear his mind and regain his composure.

a wry grin tugged at his lips as he chuckled softly to himself. "ah, young love," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in amusement. "those two really are quite taken with each other, aren't they?"

[theunderneath]

jbba yandere art of all of part 1 and the pillar men. This comes from my book Darling Dearest on Wattpad. Sorry no Santana yet.

[rougepancake]

Spill the Wine

Dio Brando x F!Reader

Yes, the title is a song reference, but the song has nothing to do with the plot LOL- Also not proofread because we die like real men here.

Warnings: Drunk sex, degradation, Dio being mean, semi public sex (you’re in the library and there are people over), face fucking, oral (m!receiving), slight fingering, Dio has a god complex (shocker), You actually get caught by Jonathan but not like caught caught. Mdni. I will block you.

Summary: You’re a good friend of Joseph and Erina, having known both of them since you were children. However, you’re adults now, and Joseph and his adopted brother just graduated college. Celebration is in order!

“Erina I’m serious!” You scoff and sit beside her on the picnic blanket, taking her hands into your own and looking her in the eyes seriously. “Joseph misses you very much! You can’t let that fool Dio stand in your way!”

“Well… I miss JoJo too… but I’m still afraid…” Erina trails off, frowning slightly. “What if Dio tries to do something again?”

“Oh please, he won’t do it again. It’s been years since then!” You roll your eyes and place a comforting hand on her cheek. “As a fellow woman, I won’t allow him to hurt you again. And as your friend, if he does such a thing he’ll be condemned to death by my shoes!” You laugh and lift up one of your legs, your dress riding up your calf as you wave your foot in the air.

“So.” You put your leg down and look her in the eyes. “Are you going to that party that JoJo is hosting at his estate, or are you not brave enough?”

Erina frowns and breaks eye contact with you.

“Y/n… you know I can’t…”

“But he still loves you, Erina! It’s been years and he still loves you!” You raise your voice slightly and pout. “Oh whatever, I’ll be going now, thank you for your time Erina.” You hop up off the ground and wave at her.

“Y/n please don’t-“

“It’s okay, I understand. But I’m going regardless. He is my friend and that stupid Dio is an acquaintance of mine, so I’m going. It’s a huge milestone in their lives and I’m going to celebrate with them.” You spun around and began to walk away, your dress swishing behind you. “Good day.”

“Y-Y/n!”

You sat on your bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly as you waited for eight pm to roll around. You knew there were going to be a good number of people there, so you figured you’d socialize for a bit and then disappear to the library.

But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

Around seven, you began to get ready, putting on some decent earrings and bright red lipstick before hopping in the carriage your father had prepared for you.

Once you arrived, Jonathan greeted you with a smile, pulling you in for a warm hug. His father did the same, saying something along the lines of how you were like a daughter to him.

All things considered, the party was quite tame. There were people everywhere, surrounding Jonathan and Dio as they congratulated the boys on their successes. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and head towards the library. If they wanted to talk to you, they would.

It was always like this.

Ever since you had known Jonathan, you had seemed to shy away from people. He attracted attention, and attention you avoided like the plague. He understood, however, and was willing to comfort you in your anxiety when necessary.

But he didn’t find you in your drunken and anxious state. He wasn’t the one that came into the library and talked you out of it, helping you sober up enough to face the crowd so you could go home. He wasn’t the one that walked through the doors of the library and called your name lazily, looking for you.

It was Dio that found you curled up in a ball towards the back of the library. And it was Dio who took care of you.

“My my, you look like a mess.” He walked over to you and sat down beside you, eyeing the bottle of wine that was resting at your side.

“Shut up…” You took a deep breath and held it. Not even the alcohol was able to calm you down. “The… people…”

“Ah yes, there are a lot of people here tonight, no?” Dio leaned over and grabbed the bottle of wine, hiding it from you with a chuckle.

You and Dio weren’t friends by any means, because you had heard about all of the terrible things he did to Jonathan. However, as time went on and as Jonathan forgave him, you did too. You grew to be acquainted with him, but you didn’t talk all that much unless he happened to catch you when you were alone.

Just like now.

“I hate people…” With a drunken sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, your lips forming in a pout as you reached for the bottle of wine. Dio pulled it away and raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Me too.” He placed a gentle hand on your head and ran his fingers through your hair. You were drunk. And when you were drunk you were much more sensitive than usual. It was taking all he had to not tease you about your anxiety, and what little self control he had was being tested in this very moment.

“Why are you in here?” Your voice was soft, almost shy, which caught him off guard some. It was much different from the harsh, indifferent side of you he had grown to hate.

“Because I got bored.” He sighs and rests his head on the bookshelf behind him. “And JoJo told me to make sure you were still alive.” He looked down at your body, taking in the sight of you curled up next to him. “I guess I’ll just have to tell him that you died of alcohol poisoning in the library.”

“Please do.” You grumbled, letting out a long and over exaggerated sigh. “He’d be embarrassed to see me like this.” A soft hiccup escaped you as you frowned, pouting at the thought of Jonathan finding you in this state.

“He sees you like this all the time. What’s the harm now?” Dio scoffed and looked down at you, smirking ever so slightly.

“It’s his party… and I got drunk because I can’t handle people…” You sounded disappointed in yourself, as if you’re upset that you let it get this bad.

“Well… I have a way to sober you up, but I can’t guarantee it’s quickness.” Dio’s smirk grew and you can practically feel it as he stared down at you. He grabbed the bottle of wine and put it to his lips, chugging it like he needed it to survive. “But first…” he hiccuped. “I need to be drunker than you are.”

“H-Huh..?” You stared at him, eyes wide as he downed what was left of the wine. He popped his lips off of the bottle with an audible gasp, fighting for air as he turned to face you.

Without hesitation, he smashed his lips onto yours, forcing you to taste the wine he just downed. His tongue forced itself past your lips, pushing past your own and hungrily exploring every corner of your mouth.

It was almost like he had been waiting for this moment to come.

“My my y/n, you taste like a drunkard.” Dio chuckled as he pulled away from you, his left hand sliding underneath your dress while his right held you pressed against him. His hand was cold against your thighs, his fingers nearing your aching heat. However, he stopped moving and pushed you to the floor of the library, driving a knee between your legs and grinding it whilst you squirmed.

“D-Dio I-“ You but the inside of your cheek nervously, your legs shaking as you closed your eyes in anticipation.

Sure he wasn’t the first guy you’ve been intimate with, but he didn’t need to know that. No one needed to know it, actually. It was frowned upon to have sexual relations with someone you weren’t betrothed to. But you didn’t care.

You were young, so why not be reckless?

“No no no my dear.” He chided, and he leg stopped moving. You whined, longing for some form of friction, for some form of release. “You’re going to be nice and quiet for me.” He undid his belt and pulled down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from its confines.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the floor, a grunt passing through his lips as he leaned back, giving you a nice view of his twitching cock. “D’ you like what you see, m’lady?” His words slurred together, but you didn’t care. He got his point through and that’s all that really mattered.

You crawled forward slowly, but too slowly according to Dio, seeing as he grabbed your arms and pulled you close, shoving your face down by his dick. He let out a pleased hum as he watched you lean forward and lick up his length, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before he pushed your head down onto his cock.

You gagged, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as Dio helped you bob your head up and down. Sighs escaped him here and there, turning into whines as he thrust his hips against your face.

He sure was desperate for someone who seemingly didn’t like you.

Maybe it was just the wine.

“There you go, you filthy little wench.” He panted, his grip on your hair tighter as his thrusts became sloppier. Dio forced you off of his cock, chuckling softly at the audible ‘pop’ that echoed in the peaceful silence of the library. “Say ‘ah’.” He grinned as he stroked himself, his tip pointed at your tongue.

With a shameful groan, he came all over your face, treating you like a blank canvas that had yet to be painted.

He let out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into his lap, pushing up your dress and pushing aside your panties. Without warning, he inserted two fingers into your soaking cunt, thrusting at an insane pace.

“D-Dio-“

“Master Dio.” He corrected as you whined softly into his shoulder. “Lord Dio, even.” His fingers slowed inside you, and you shivered at the sudden lack of movement.

“L-Lord Dio…” You whispered, closing your eyes as you began to grind onto his fingers. His hand came up to your hip and held you in place harshly, his eyes seemingly glowing in the candle-lit room. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt slowly, hushing you when you whimpered drunkenly.

“Don’t be too loud now, or JoJo will hear us.” He leaned down to whisper into your ear, teasingly biting the shell of it as he pressed his tip against your lips. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want him to see you in such a…” He smirked and pushed himself in, cutting himself off with an unexpected moan. “O-Oh…” He trailed off and lost himself in you as he bottomed out.

He sat there for a couple of seconds, secretly relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy around him. It was wonderful, and it was everything he had hoped it would be.

You brought your hand to your face when he started thrusting, biting down harshly on it to prevent you from being too loud. However, Dio wasn’t making it easy in the slightest.

His pace was harsh, each thrust hitting deeper than the last and forcing you to see stars. Low grunts and whiny moans escaped him, and before you knew it, you were moving your hips in sync with him, both of you desperate for your release.

“Y/n? Are you in here?”

It was Jonathan.

Dio didn’t slow down and instead glared at you, silently threatening you into making the right decision. He waited for you to answer Jonathan, but you looked totally fucked out, unable to think of anything but the man who was rearranging your guts right now.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll be out in a few-!” You slurred slightly, slumping into Dio’s arms with a whiny sigh. The blonde chuckled and slowed his pace some, nearing his second release. His hand came down and found your clit, thumbing away at it until you felt your high getting nearer.

“In a few, you say?” He smirked. “You’re not going anywhere.”

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Dio Brando x Reader

Dio Brando

You forgive the most evil characters no matter how bad their deeds are and think you can fix them. You have a vampire kink and you prefer cats instead of dogs. There's also a 10% chance that you were that kid who would unironically yell "KONO DIO DA!" and think it was funny.

First Date

If he's human than you meet during school and bond over you're hatred of alcoholic father's whilst getting drunk on cronenburg Irish whiskey. You have a secret relationship because Dio is now fancy and can't be associated with a "loose" woman. His pullout game is strong (it has to be so he doesn't have an army of miniature Dario's running around) and you leave him once you find out that he's been sleeping with all the local prostitutes (men included).

If he's a vampire then he's kidnapped you for food. Don't expect to live as this isn't part 3 Dio. He got a mother to eat her baby and plays with mancats. At best he'll leave you to starve after asking you how many breads you've eaten in your entire life.

[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes: Dio/DIO)

Note: I'm going to post each character separately so I can get these out faster. I'm not satisfied with how this one came out. It felt really rushed at the end.

Dio/DIO

Jealous Dio is… complicated. When his mother died, Dio thought that his ability to love had died with her. His heart had all but shriveled into a pitiful lump of muscle that pumped pure hate through his veins instead of blood. When he met you, a friend and classmate of his foster brother, Jonathan, he despised you just as he did everyone else. He thought you to be annoying, crude, and loud. You were no better than the shrill voiced shrews that hung around in the seedy taverns and alleyways of the slums. You were nothing but a filthy guttersnipe that had no business mingling with the upper class, and he had intended to put you back in your place. 

He bullied you as relentlessly as he did Jonathan, but his tactics were a bit different. At school, Dio sat behind you in class. Sometimes he would grab your braid and dip it into his inkwell, then play it off like an accident while his lackeys snickered at your outrage. Sometimes he would run past you after school and knock your books out of your hands. Once he managed to knock them right into a mud puddle. You screamed and stomped your foot at him while he grinned back at you. Then there was the time he put a snake on your desk causing you to get a rather unpleasant surprise when you lifted the lid. It wasn’t poisonous, just a garden snake he found and brought to school especially to torment you, but that didn’t stop you from screaming bloody murder in the middle of class and causing a commotion. 

Bullying you felt different than bullying Jonathan. With Jonathan, it was merely a part of his ultimate goal to take the Joestar inheritance for himself. He hated naive, noble-hearted fools like Jonathan and enjoyed making the boy miserable, but it wasn’t the same kind of joy as he got from making you angry. Dio started tormenting you mostly because he wanted to separate Jonathan from any friends he had, but you were stubborn. Nothing he did seemed to drive you away. He started to see you as a challenge. Bullying you had become something of a game for him and he started looking forward to seeing your angry face every day. 

As time went on, you, Dio, and Jonathan had grown older and something had changed in the dynamic between you and Dio. While Dio was purposely treating Jonathan more civilly in an effort to throw suspicion off of himself in his plans to get George Joestar out of the way, you had begun to treat him rather coldly. You no longer glared at him whenever he spoke to you. Now you looked down your nose at him with a stony expression. It very nearly drove him mad. You had no right to look at him that way! Dio wouldn’t allow anyone to look down on him… especially not you!! 

Over the years, Dio came to a realization. He liked you. He genuinely liked you. It wasn’t simply a tolerance he developed for you in the same way he tolerated the sycophantic stooges that followed him around. He had actually developed a fondness for you. At some point he realized that his bullying you wasn’t just for his own amusement. He wanted your attention. Though, now he wouldn’t settle for your anger. He wanted your approval. He wanted your affection. To have you look at him as if he was nothing but a slimy toad squirming at your feet made him want to strangle you. 

Dio couldn’t say what it was that drew him to you in the first place. Maybe it was the way your cute face scrunched up when you yelled at him? Could it be the way your eyes glistened when you smiled? Or perhaps it was your care-free attitude that pulled him in? Maybe it was all of those things. All that he knew was that his initial opinions on you had changed. Regardless of your humble upbringing, you had grown into someone of taste and refinement on par with the most noble-born debutante. And yet you still had that fiery side to you that he adored when you two were children. The problem was that whenever you cast your eyes upon him, your smile would drop and your eyes grew cold and empty. He couldn’t have that. 

“Why do you look at me with such disdain?” He asked you one day. “Don’t tell me you’re still angry about all the things I did to you when we were children?” 

You turned to him, eyes cold as ever. 

“I look at you this way because you can’t fool me, Dio.” You said, voice just as cold as your eyes. 

“Fool you?” Dio asked. 

“You may have everyone in town eating out of the palm of your hand and even Jonathan seems willing to let bygones be bygones, but I’m not. The things you did to me were nothing but childish games, but what you did to Jonathan was monstrous and I will never forgive you for it.” You said, before turning on your heel and walking away from him. 

Dio’s hands tightened into fists. He ground his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would break.

Jonathan! 

Always Jonathan!!

He should have known that blue haired buffon was the reason you were acting like this. You were so disgustingly loyal to his foster brother that it seemed impossible to separate the two of you. Dio would find a way to pull you away from Jonathan, though. No matter what it took, he would have you to himself. He would have to put his plan into play soon, and then he could find a way to sway you to his side. If not, he would force you to accept him. No one denys Dio Brando and gets away with it.

That’s how you found yourself snatched away from all you knew, trapped in a castle full of monsters with no known way to escape. Your mind was reeling at everything that had happened to you in the past few days. Jonathan had found out that Dio had been poisoning his father and confronted him with the police. The confrontation ended with Jonathan’s father being murdered, the Joestar mansion being burned to the ground, and Dio becoming some kind of real-life vampire. You found out that Jonathan was recovering in the hospital and planned to go and see him, but you never got the chance. In the middle of the night, Dio himself showed up at your house and took you away. Why you didn’t know. All that you knew is that what little humanity that remained in Dio had been expunged completely. He was now something wholly other and you were terrified of him. 

Dio had swept you away to a creepy old castle in a town you’d never heard of and locked you away. The whole place was crawling with zombies, vampires, hideous chimeric creatures that were mixtures of human and animal, and other things that you didn’t think existed outside of those sleazy penny dreadful horror stories your parents forbid you from reading. You spent most of your time cowering in the corner of the room trying to come to terms with your situation while Dio draped himself across a velvet tufted chaise and watched you. 

“Do stop all that wincing and trembling.” He said, scrunching up his nose. “It doesn’t suit you at all.” 

You glanced over your shoulder at him, but caught a glimpse of the inhuman look in his eyes and had to look away. 

In the past, you had always referred to Dio as a monster, but now he was a monster in the very literal sense of the word. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Such things as vampires shouldn’t exist in the real world, but here you were, stuck in a room with one. You were on the verge of having some kind of crisis. 

“Did you hear me?” Dio’s voice called out to you in irritation. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You just wanted to stare at the stone wall and pretend that none of this was happening. You heard Dio getting up and shrank in on yourself, closing your eyes tightly. 

Dio scowled. This is not what he wanted from you at all. Where was your fiery spirit? Where was your disdain? He’d gladly take your cold stares over this cowardly side of you that started  showing since he took you. Part of him, though, felt that this was exactly what you deserved for daring to look down on him. Still, it was beginning to annoy him. 

He crossed the room and knelt down next to you. 

“Are you really so frightened of me, my pet?” He whispered directly into your ear. 

You screamed and covered your ears. You started sobbing. 

Dio wasn’t having it. He snatched your hands away from your ears. 

“You dare try to drown me out?” he bellowed. “You will hear me!” 

He spun you around to face him. 

“And you will see me!” he snarled. 

“Dio, please!” you cried. “Let me go! Just let me go home!” 

You continued to beg him to let you go, but no matter what you said your pleas fell on deaf ears. He had no intention of letting you go now that you were in his grasp. He’d wanted you all to himself for so long, was it really too much to ask that you want him back? 

Looking at your fearful expression was taking a toll on him. He wasn’t sure, but the feeling it stirred within him may have been guilt. It was hard for him to tell, because guilt was something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Unable to take your pathetic sobbing and pleading, he placed a hand over your mouth. You froze in terror, feeling his claws lightly scrape against your cheek. 

“Whatever happened to my little wildcat?” he asked in a despondent tone. 

The genuine despair in his voice caught you off guard, but you remained wary. You didn’t trust Dio any further than you could throw him. 

“What happened to the vicious little hellion that would kick me in the shins and call me nasty names? Are you so easily cowed by what I’ve become?” he asked. 

You suddenly found yourself pressed up against his chest as his arms encircled you. You stiffened up, mind going blank and unable to process what was happening. He was so cold. Not an ounce of body heat could be felt. His heartbeat was barely there. It beat as if it was only doing so out of habit, but not fully dedicated to the task. There was truly nothing human about Dio anymore. 

“I didn’t think you would ever be this easily frightened. I suppose I should have suspected it with how you reacted to the snake.” he said, his thoughts going nostalgic. 

“Do you remember the snake, my love? How you screamed… though not nearly as loudly as the teacher!” 

Dio released a laugh that echoed throughout the room. It was joyful but slightly tinged with melancholy. It didn't sound right coming from him. It sounded too normal. Too wholesome. Too human. His laughter died down after a moment and he sighed, laying his head over the top of yours. 

“Y-you can’t k-keep me here, Dio,” you said, still desperately trying to make him see reason. 

Dio grimaced at your stubborn need to pester him about letting you go. Couldn’t you see that it would never happen? Couldn’t you understand that you were destined to be with him for all eternity? 

“What makes you think that I can’t?” Dio murmured against the top of your head. He nuzzled into your hair, enjoying the texture of it against his skin. 

“J-Jonathan will come for me!” You cried. 

Dio suddenly grasped you by your upper arms and glared down at you. You had never seen him with an expression so furious before. 

“JONATHAN! ALWAYS JONATHAN! CAN YOU THINK OF NOTHING ELSE?!” His voice had all the fearsome rage of a dragon’s roar. 

You shrank away from him, turning your head to the side and squeezing your eyes closed. You were certain he would strike you, but he never did. Instead he apologized, something you never thought you would hear him do. 

Then he snapped your neck. 

You slumped backwards in his arms, your head hanging at an odd angle. Dio stared at you in dismay. While he fully intended to kill you, seeing the aftermath of it still upset him. Of course, he wasn’t as upset as he should have been, but in his world, death no longer held much weight. He cradled your body and rose from the floor. He went over to the overstuffed chaise and laid you down on it. He arranged your body in a position so that you looked as if you were only sleeping. 

“As much as I loathe it when you mention that buffoon’s name, you are right, my dear. I have no doubt Jonathan will come for you and try to take back the only thing I could never take from him.” he spoke to your unhearing corpse. 

He slid a claw against his wrist, slicing it open. His thick blood poured from the wound, dripping down onto the floor and seeping into the stone. He reached over and sliced a deep cut into your throat. Your own blood gushed forth, staining your clothes crimson. He held his dripping wrist over your throat, mingling his blood with your own. After a moment, both the wound on his wrist and your throat began to heal and seal up. The effects of his blood were already working their dark magic on you. 

“But when he finds you, he will know that I have claimed you fully, and he will never be able to take you from me. You are mine for all of time.” 

Jonathan did come for you as you expected. He found you in Dio’s room, resting on a chaise in what he thought was a deep slumber. He shook you, gently slapped at your face, but nothing seemed to rouse you. 

“Mr. Joestar,” Speedwagon spoke solemnly. He took off his hat and placed it over his heart. “I don’t think she’s with us anymore.” 

Jonathan looked at  Speedwagon with horror. 

“No! That can’t be true!” he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. 

He’d lost so much, he couldn’t bear to lose you too. Not the little loudmouth that had become like a younger sister to him. 

“Please,” he whispered as he held you to him. “Please don’t go…” 

Imagine his surprise when you opened your eyes. 

Jonathan reeled back in shock, falling on his backside. His shaggy haired friend let out a cry of horror. 

Your eyes were not as Jonathan remembered them. Their color had changed to a golden yellow with slight tints of red. They glowed like hellfire embers. They looked down at Jonathan with confusion. 

“Jonathan?” you said.

“She’s been turned, Mr. Joestar!” Speedwagon shouted. 

Jonathan didn’t really need Speedwagon to tell him that. No human had eyes like that. When he came to Dio’s castle to rescue you, his only worry had been if Dio had killed or brutalized you in some way. The thought of Dio turning you into a monster like himself never even crossed his mind. 

“Jonathan?” You queried, worry in your voice. 

The fear in his gaze filled you with dread. You knew, though. You could feel the burn of Dio’s blood in your veins. You could feel it sluggishly coursing through you and it made you want to vomit. You glanced down at your blood soaked clothes and at your black clawed hands and screamed.

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Jonathan refused to kill you. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could see in your eyes, inhuman though they were, that you weren’t the evil villain that Dio was and he wanted to help you. He said that there may be a cure for your “condition”. You wanted to believe that was true, but you had a feeling that nothing could reverse what Dio had done to you. You were a vampire now, and you would have to live for all of time as a monster that shouldn’t exist. 

Jonathan brought you back to stay with him and Erina. They were due to get married soon, but he wanted to make sure that you were safe and protected. You were surprised by how easily Erina welcomed you, especially since you were no longer human and tainted by the blood of the man that drove her away for so long. Jonathan told you that Dio was dead and that he couldn’t hurt you anymore. You knew that simply wasn’t true. Your blood told you. You could feel that he was still out there somewhere. You tried to warn Jonathan of this, but you didn’t think he took you seriously. He and Erina got married and decided to go on a cruise for their honeymoon. You warned them once again to be careful. It wasn’t long after that, that Speedwagon gave you the terrible news that their ship had sunk. Erina survived, though and was with child, but… Jonathan was dead. 

Along with Speedwagon, you proved to be a valuable friend to the Joestar family, using your vampiric abilities for the benefit of Erina and her descendants. You knew that’s what Jonathan would have wanted. She was grateful for it and you were grateful for her continued protection and support. You followed the Joestar family journey right up until young Joseph fought with the Pillarmen. You helped him as best as you could. It was because of you that he had so much insight on vampires and knew how to take down Straizo. When Kars was defeated, you assumed that things would quiet down. It did… for a little while. 

At some point during the late 1980’s, an elderly Joseph came to you with bad news. Dio was alive and somewhere in Egypt. He told you that he, his friend Avdol, and his grandson Jotaro were going to the Middle East to face him. He told you that you were to be sent to a hidden place to be guarded by Speedwagon Foundation agents to keep Dio from finding you. Unfortunately, you never made it to your destination. Dio’s minions had been searching for you ever since he’d been pulled up from what should have been a watery grave. His minions intercepted your trip to the Foundation safe house, killed the agents accompanying you, and took you straight to DIO. 

And now you stood before a part of your past that you thought you’d never have to deal with again. 

DIO seemed different from the last time you saw him. It wasn’t just that his demeanor had become even more otherworldly,  he seemed to have grown taller and bulkier than you remembered. He had such a smug look on his face as he looked down at you. 

“Did you really think you’d seen the last of me?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“I had hoped that was the case.” You stated harshly. 

DIO’s smile broadened. He seemed delighted by your snark. 

“How I missed you, my little wildcat.” He cooed and rose from his throne. As he walked up to you, his silhouette took on a vaguely familiar shape. It reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t remember who. DIO stopped in front of you, towering over you and grinning in a devilish way. 

“I look different, don’t I?” he said with thinly veiled glee. “Care to guess why?” 

The Dio you remembered had a lythe and athletic build, but this DIO looked like a powerhouse. You couldn’t understand why, though. How had he gained such a body when he’d been locked in a coffin under the sea for so many years? It’s not like he had the means to do any bodybuilding. 

DIO pointed a claw-tipped finger at a scar that circled around his neck. 

“In that fight with Jonathan, I’d been beheaded. My original body was destroyed so I had to procure a new one. And you’ll never guess who’s body I chose to replace it with.” DIO said. 

His eyes seemed to glow brighter as he told you this. He was very clearly amused by your growing discomfort. You had grown tired of the guessing games. 

“Who’s body, DIO?” You asked. “Who’s body is it?” 

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize the body of the man you were so disgustingly close to in your human life.” DIO mocked. 

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open in shock and horror. 

“NO!” you cried. 

“Yes.” DIO said. “I took Jonathan’s body as my own after I killed him!” 

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry and pull at your hair. But you didn’t. It wouldn’t do any good now. 

“Don’t be so upset.” DIO said as he drew you into an unwanted embrace. You tried to break free from him, but his hold was too strong. 

“I always hated how close you were to Jonathan. Even as a child, before I fully understood my feelings for you, I wanted to separate you from him. But you always stuck by him no matter what. So, this is an ideal situation isn’t it? I get to have you and you get to have your precious Jonathan.” 

DIO laughed cruelly as you shed tears for the first time in many, many years.

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Inpopular opinion: Phantom Blood Dio -both human and vampire- were hot.

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His Favorite Out of Them All

Jonathan x black!fem reader

Warning(s): Adultery, smut, slurs mention, discrimination, racism ( it's the 1800s we're talking bout idk what you expect), degrading, Dio being Dio

Song: Body Party by Ciara

You were pinned against the wall heavy breaths escaping your mouth, feeling the rough hands of the person you served for carefully undoing your outfit, the reek of alcohol wrapped around your nostrils. This was wrong. This could get you fired. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Your eye darts around the room and your stomach feel butterflies, you'd never thought this was the way your virginity would get taken. How did it even get to this point?

You were hired to serve the Joestars not too long ago, your parents were stoked to hear that you were going to be working for them and put you under strict training to make sure you wouldn't fuck up and ruin their family name as if it wasn't already difficult enough for them to make ends meet, this was an opportunity you couldn't fumble on.

Meeting the Joestars was a huge deal. Picking you up from your old-run-down house that was somewhat stable enough, George Joestar was surprisingly polite allowing you to hug your parents one last time before being escorted to the horse and buggy. The trip felt long, hearing your heartbeat, sitting in silence, and tightening up your posture to impress the man in front of you. Upon arriving there he promised you "If you ever need anything let me know.". He introduced you to his 2 sons, Dio and Jonathan before letting you see the rest of your employees.

But working there for the first 4 months was a living hell. Your workmates wouldn't listen to you for help, purposefully making a mess and pinning it on you to clean it up, and oh let's not forget about the slurs they would say without a shame in the world. Not only that, they would comment on your features. Plumpy lips? Gross. Slightly bigger thighs? Lose some weight. An ass not small like theirs? What a cow. It didn't help that Dio, a guy you were also serving, would encourage their behavior to a degree. He'd tease you about the things the women would mention, enjoying the sight of you on the verge of tears. You had to power through it, you didn't have an option. Would you rather go back to living in a rust of a house or resume working with these terrible people? Thought so.

It was the week when the Joestars won the rugby game for their school, to celebrate, their father held a party at the infamous mansion. A busy week indeed, you worked your ass off ignoring the offensive comments your co-workers would say, your main focus was to get it over with and head back to your room. On the day of the party, the living room was packed, giving you much anxiety to the point where your arms were numb. "You! Fetch me a drink and a cheese platter, will you!?" "Yes, sir." Just stay calm and serve the rich white folks, they'd leave you alone! You thought to yourself. Mama always told you to appease the higher-ups if you don't wanna be thrown behind bars over something so small.

You walked around and see the man himself, Jonathan, stumbling on the stairs. "Be careful, sir!" you hurried over and helped him to get to the top, he was quite heavy, but you had the strength to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall over. "Room...my bedroom, please." you slowly took the Joestar over to his bedroom and closed the door behind you two. "Mr. Joestar, are you alright—" his big two hands pinning you against the wall, catching you off guard but your fight or flight instincts kicked in. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I would never understand why people tear your kind down..." his thumb caressing your cheek before bringing his face closer to yours. "You deserve someone who can give you what you need, not just money..." "Sir, I—" Before you could finish speaking, he pushed his tongue against your lips and tasted you. His tongue moved inside, licking and sucking on your lower lip, your cheeks, and neck until his fingers reached your shirt.

As if you couldn't breathe for a second, you held onto him feeling your legs getting shaky. The room abruptly became smaller, you couldn't focus on anything other than Jonathan, his warm breath, the way his eyes glistened under the lighting of the lamps, and the soft touch of his fingertips against your hips. As soon as he felt that your body relaxed, he kissed you deeply. He began to undo your uniform, the once knot behind you was now gone as it began to slowly slip off your shoulders. Jonathan's hand traveled down, stopping for a second at your waist before he started to kiss more fervently down your chest. The feeling of lust mixed with a sense of anxiety, apprehension that this would all end up in a disaster.

Your uniform was now on the floor. Jonathan couldn't help but stare at you, the way your white bra and panties were hugging you. The way you glowed in the dimmed room, what an extraordinary sight. Your heart beat rapidly, beating so hard you thought you might pass out right then and there. With no words left to say, he picked you up bridal style, the smell of your vanilla scent intoxicating. He carried you into his bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. One of his hands ran down your thigh, your skin hot under his hand. Another hand trailed along your body, your back arched slightly as he rubbed his thumbs against your breasts. He brought his lips next to your ear whispering, "You're so beautiful…" "Sir…" you breathed out quietly.

So suddenly, he began to rub your clit through the fabric before rubbing your walls too. This sensation, this overpowering feeling, was driving you nuts. "Sir, you...you're engaged..!!" You let out a low moan when you felt him rub faster, and harder, you could barely handle it anymore. Your panties were now off and as well as your bra, laying naked in front of Jonathan. "(Y/N), my woman," Jonathan's voice turned husky, a bit rough and rough sounding as if he had been smoking for hours. Taking off his clothes, he placed them on the side of the bed, you looked at how well-defined his muscles were, and how he was hard as a rock. "Please tell me what you want, (Y/N)." "I want…a man like you," your voice was shaky but firm. "Please, sir, show me how you feel."

Oh, how painful it was at first. Like a shockwave went through your body feeling the tip ripped through your hymen. He reassured you, adjusting to his size and whatnot. After a few minutes, he began to move, little by little all of him was going inside of you. It took several tries for him to finally hit the spot you needed. "Oh god..!" you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth. You felt his pace increase, you weren't used to this type of pleasure and his thrusts made you weak in the knees. Jonathan moved your hand away "Let me hear your voice dear, I doubt the guests can hear you scream with the music blasting in the hall." Jonathan was sloppy, he began to get cocky. He pulled out before flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before shoving it back in, making you scream "JONATHAN!" The 6'5 male kept slamming into you, the sight of your ass jiggling each time he trusted drove him insane, something he couldn't get from Erina.

It was almost like he wanted to punish her.

With each thrust you took Jonathan grew angrier, you were still screaming into the sheets as he entered you again, he pulled out, slamming himself back in harshly, pushing you so far past your limits he broke through, your whole body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. Leaning over, he grabbed your breasts and started to play around with them roughly, making sure that you knew he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him.

"You're taking me so well," he praised you, kissing you on the neck. Your pussy was being punished by his aggressive, throbbing cock. "Sir, I think I'm going to cum!!" you whined, your head thrown back, your teeth biting the pillow. "Do it then, love, come on," Jonathan ordered. Your pussy squeezing tightly around the tip of his cock. "Yes yes darling," Jonathan continued to thrust violently while his hand continued to slap your ass, causing the vibrations to send tremors throughout your body. Juices falling out and finally climaxing, you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy.

Stars. You were seeing stars as you stared at the ceiling of the room. You looked around and see Jonathan cleaning your body up with a wet rag. What an amazing experience but you couldn't help but feel regret rising in you. "Why the sour look?" Jonathan asked you, wiping off your stomach with a towel. "I uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that you're engaged and—" "We don't have to talk about it," Jonathan assured you. "What?" "Listen, (Y/N), you're my main focus right now. Erina doesn't have to know. Sure, we're having a bit of issues here and there but trust me, I wanted you ever since you came here." he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose in his hair. Jonathan was so sweet, loving even. How was it possible for him to be in such a position of power?

He kissed the side of your face, softly pressing your lips together. "You are the most captivating woman I've ever caught a glimpse of, and I promise to always adore you. That's something that I'll do with my whole life."